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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.

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May 25th night

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Sometimes being rather knowledgeable about a particular subject was a pain in the ass as one would often over think something as simple purchasing flowers for someone who was hospital bound and in this case unconscious. Nanami had been released earlier in the afternoon and had reluctantly headed home for a change of clothes and some dinner before spending too much time agonizing over what kind of flowers she should take to Bakura who probably wouldn’t really even care much about receiving them. She wasn’t fooling herself but it was proper manners and no one deserved to wake up to a hospital room void of flowers… well maybe a couple people.

The language of flowers is, in fact, very complicated. Sometimes flowers had different meanings in different cultures then adding the fact that many had multiple meanings then multiplying that by the number of colors a particular flower was available in and you could get a very confused flower recipient, if they even paid attention to any of that.

For instance, red roses could mean love and desire but also courage, while dark pink meant you were thankful. If the lighting was bad you could accidentally convey the incorrect message. Nanami’s own yellow rose could mean anything from infidelity and jealousy to joy and friendship. Even through formal training, Nanami couldn’t remember all the nuances but she had it narrowed down to six types that were fairly straight forward. Yarrow for healing, Thrift for sympathy. After the other night however, White Heather was a strong frontrunner for “protection from danger”. Then there was the Purple Hyacinth to say she was sorry, or the Coreopsis which really was kind of a copout for good cheer. Lastly the Cyclamen which really wasn’t appropriate but after a successfully completed mission by sheer luck and then the tanking their second mission it might be a good idea to shut down this partnership for at least a little while.

In the end, Nanami wound up throwing out the western meanings entirely instead opting for a more simplistic ikebana arrangement which was based on another idea entirely. Stick to what you know best, right? He might appreciate something a little less… flowery. She set the arrangement and a book she brought with her down next to the stem of forget-me-nots and a plush doll. So that really hadn’t been a hallucination after all…

Nanami was used to being out late at night due to her job here in Death City and she had had plenty of rest recently so instead of lying on the other bed, she took a seat next to Bakura’s hospital bed being careful to not twist her body lest she pop a stitch, and for a while she sat in silence switching between watching over him and staring out the window. Luckily the moon wasn’t entirely visible from where she was sitting; she really missed having a normal moon.

“You know…” she started in a soft voice, “I kind of lied to you the other day—well more like I withheld some information, it’s probably not even that important. But it’s so stupid that I can’t even say it when you’re awake. It’s true that my bangs are unruly but it’s not the only reason I wear them back in a braid. When I was little, the maid who did my hair told me I looked like a princess and that the braid looked like a tiara. Someone else told me that when my bangs were down I looked introverted and tired. But also, to tell the truth, when I was younger my brother used to kiss me here,” she pointed to her eyelid as if Bakura could even see when he was unconscious, “and tell me everything was going to be okay. I didn’t want my bangs to tickle his nose when he kissed me otherwise he might stop doing it... so silly all about a simple hair style…” Nanami paused for a moment, it felt good to get that off her chest, even though—no especially since he was asleep. “There’s more,” she could continue to confess things to him, things that she had never told anyone.

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Compared to her Bakura was in an ironically good condition by now, having barely to worry about a couple of bruises and an almost perfectly faded new scar all thanks to his host's continuous efforts of healing him. In fact he would have been fine to leave earlier in the day when he had finally 'woken up', but the doctors and nurses had insisted he stayed for at least one more night to continue to monitor his state and to make sure that he wouldn't have a backlash.

Bakura had almost laughed in their faces at that - since when did mostly self-inflicted comas induce backlashes? - but he had known better and complied after just enough resistance to not seem strangely obeying. Truth was that his body had needed the rest. Bakura had simply cheated with the rest to pull a few strings and scrounge a free healing or five while he was also setting up pieces and moving a couple of people to find clues and think like he wanted them to. All in all it had been a nice vacation in his soul room for him (an idea that had been sparked during his conversation about spoiling yourself and breaks with Nanami a couple of days back).

The disadvantage of all this was that he had woken up the moment somebody had entered his room and was now fighting hard to make sure that he kept breathing deep and evenly while Nanami kept telling him things. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.

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"The reason I don't like transforming in front of people is because I feel naked whenever I do it. Also I had a painful experience when someone close to me forcefully took my weapons. See, back at home those involved in duels can have swords pulled from their chests." She paused for a moment and gently ran her fingers over her sternum remembering how that worked. "Don't ask. Not that you would."

Nanami sighed and leaned back in the chair, "I've cheated on tests and bullied numerous people. I used Yuko, Aiko and Keiko, my so-called friends to do my dirty work and then I beat them up when they thought to disown me. I can count on less than one hand, the number of people who genuinely care for me, and my brother who I still love with all my heart, is not one of them. As it turns out he isn't even actually my brother. And although I know you can't hear me I still can't even bring myself to say the most awful thing I've ever done out loud. I guess karma hasn't quite finished with me yet," her hands were trembling a little bit by now and she clasped them tightly in one another as she thought about the punishment she was still receiving from karma as she spoke.

"If I end up permanently scarred, who's going to want me then?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

Well, that with them having had removable weapons inside them was certainly interesting. Bakura made sure to remain silent as he let her ramble. Sadly she didn't elaborate on the weapons and with his eyes closed he could only hear when she moved but not see what she actually did.

Her recount of her misdeeds made him scoff inwardly. It sounded like a typical the-strong-will-devour-the-weak situation to him, mixed with teenage drama for the kicks of it. Bakura had never understood how that could be that important to anyone. On the other hand he had also never gotten to have close relationships with anybody after the wave of the Pharaoh's men had eradicated his village and left him a 'cursed' child.

The last question made him almost laugh, though. Bakura had been pretty scarred back when he had been alive and it had been in a very visible place. That hadn't kept him at all from leading an exciting sex life.

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She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. She was still feeling down but she also felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Anyway, thank you for 'listening'. Please wake up soon," she added softly while making no move to leave.