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Characters: Yami Bakura and Nanami & and whoever would like to visit them.
Location: Hospital
Rating: PG-13
Time: May 21st – May 26th
Description: Yami Bakura and Nanami share a hospital room after their disastrous mission in Venezuela. Yami Bakura will be unconscious until May 25th, but Nanami will be here all week folks awake for the most part.


The room was silent with the exception of the machines beeping to remind visitors that the two bodies in the room were still warm. Nanami spent her time awake staring at the ceiling or out the window and periodically glancing over at her dormant partner in the other hospital bed that occupied the room.

He was covered in various bandages with bruises peeking out from behind them. His hair was sticking out in a more ridiculous manner than usual due to the bandage wrapped around his head like some sweatband from the 80’s. She had been updated on his condition shortly after she regained consciousness and besides the things you could see he had also twisted an ankle and had been poisoned by one of the monsters they had tried to fight off. The antidote had been administered shortly after they had arrived at the hospital but he was still unconscious.

Nanami hadn’t managed to get off scot-free either. Aside from the usual cuts, scrapes and bruises she had some deep lacerations on the left side of her back that had been stitched up and she was still anemic.

Comments

[feelsgoodinyou]

The connection between their souls frizzled to life with some hesitation but then easily enough. However, the end where the forbidden-feeling dark presence of the tomb robber usually dwelled in its overly potent presence was feeling... not empty, but something very close to it.

Muffled.

It was as if a thick mist had covered the place that drowned out any noise and signs of life from a place that had been dead for a long time but never silent.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura sat down on the side of the bed, closing his eyes as he focused on the connection, trying to strengthen and widen it, to reach where his double was lost.

It was easy to picture himself inside, like stepping back into his own mind, but mirrored.

'You're still in here... right...?' The words echoed before being absorbed by the quiet fog as Bakura floated, drifting as he searched for signs of life, a soft white glow around his soul.

[feelsgoodinyou]

Bakura's hand was cold and way too limp when it was being touched. Small boxes monitored his body functions and more importantly the state of his soul but so far the only thing that could be said for sure was that he was physically as well as the situation allowed for and that his pulse was low but stable.

Inside the layer of their resonance Ryou had entered only silence answered. The grave was empty, only the faintest shimmer of a sensation speaking of the ghost that uses to haunt it.

[shiromadoushi]

How far deep had the spirit hidden himself...? Worry was starting to nag at him as he continued to drift through the seemingly empty space.

'Bakura...? Where are you....?'

Was this what happened, when the spirit was defeated...? Would it be months again before he spoke once more...?

[feelsgoodinyou]

It would be a long track before a sensation of any kind finally met with the searching Weapon's senses. When it did it still wasn't Bakura's usual presence but a sense of a wide open space full with warm dusty air and a surface of something that was like quicksand. Ryou had finally reached the border of the first layer.

[shiromadoushi]

The teen hovered hesitantly before his hand lifted to rest where the feeling changed.

'Bakura...? Are you there?'

It felt wrong, going in so deep. With his double so injured...

If he didn't get a response... he would head back.

[feelsgoodinyou]

For a moment something stirred as his wavelength hit something that was closely hidden beneath the surface of the 'quicksand'. The frequency of Bakura's wavelength as a whole seemed to react to this by suddenly quivering.

Then whatever it was that was hidden beneath the quicksand shifted and sunk deeper into the thief's soul until it had vanished completely as well and only the fogginess of the empty end of their resonance remained.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's eyes opened in the outside world and he let out a soft sigh. "You really don't want to be found, do you...?" he observed softly, looking over at the unconscious figure.

He gently squeezed his double's fingers before letting go and getting to his feet. "I won't leave you lost... I'll be back..." he promised softly.