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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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Atem couldn't help but feel sympathy, not only the matter of food but an entire ordeal ill formed though his perception of it was. Although he respected her dignity enough not to put it in words.

"Perhaps this will serve as a suitable distraction in the meantime." With a small shrug, he produced the offering of items in hand. The socks had been a simple enough request but the book was a more interesting matter. Hardcover and showing minimal signs of wear about the corners, the print emblazoned on the front bore the name of a well known mystery author. A 'who done it' affair as it had been described. Because even he knew the literature he was familiar with carried with it the quality of an artifact to be dissected rather than savored, at least in this time and space.

"That comes with a rather lofty recommendation from the library staff."

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Atem’s presence alone was a good distraction from the few things that were actually troubling her. Neji and Mello had assured her that her patrol was covered and she had seen more visitors than she expected even if a couple weren't there for her. She was still worried about Bakura who still lay in a coma but Ryou was coming in to use his weapon abilities to heal him daily and of course her own injuries.

“Oh? That’s reassuring,” Nanami took the items from him and set the socks aside on the bed (she’d need help with those later from a nurse) and inspected the book with a smile. “Since this place is different, there are a lot of authors here that are new to me.”

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That marked one of the rare benefits of this world. Either that or just another annoyance depending on how one looked at it.

"From my perspective, all of it is new. And the few things that were familiar read like some archaic relic rather than proper literature." Atem had never been one for scholarly exploits back home but he knew well enough to tell that the broken fragments of text paled in comparisons to the versions he could recite from heart. But he didn't find it particularly bothersome anymore beyond the fact that it had ruled them --and his small sphere of understanding -- out as an option.

Which was inconsequential in the scheme of things. “Let me know if it’s any good.” And while he means the book itself, he’s also referring to the distraction.

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She smiled thoughtfully, "that's true." After all, he was pulled in way after his time it must all be incredibly weird. It was weird enough to her and she was at least used to most of this stuff (creepy sun, moon, and city theme excluded). She really missed the delicate and intricate architecture from home.

"I will certainly do so," she replied setting the book on her lap and then looking back up to him. She was a little curious now. "What do you miss most from home?"

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The pharaoh had to give that one some thought. He settled head lightly in on hand as if he could really reach some kind of satisfying conclusion. This whole life was different, too different, and he had lost it not just to this place but to the painful reminding laying just across the room. He can't help glancing that way before replying...

"Same as most I suppose. My friends, family. The people I cared about there. I worry about them and everything I left behind." There's an odd finality to the way he talks but it endures only as long as he desires to dwell on it.

"Aside from that I think it would be the food. Not just the feasts either. I even find myself craving the cakes and fūl of the commoner's table. Nothing I have found here really compares."

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Nanami really needed to remember to stop depressing everyone by bringing up the past or at least remember to specifically remove people as an option to choose from. "Fūl?" She repeated thoughtfully, "is that something they might still make?"

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"Perhaps." But he hardly sounds depressed, more like hopeful at the suggestion. "It is fairly simple after all. Like most things the fellahin do. It’s made of a type of bean, although I do not know the name here, and olive oil, egg and a number of spices."

He finished with a shrug. "I suppose I could attempt to make it myself although..." that would be inviting disaster.

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Nanami would offer to help but then they might need the fire station to intervene at some point. "You could always visit your home country and see if it's readily available," she offered, "mirror traveling here is incredibly convenient."

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"Someday." He concedes. "But a lot of time has past, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that." It was a strange thing for him to admit, but as much as he missed it, there was something unsettling in thinking about all the changes that had supposedly taken place through the millennia, changes that were easier to stomach in the form of words on a page.

"Have you ever been?" A pause, followed by a more appropriate first question. "Rather, does Egypt even exist where you are from?"

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"I see..." The thought that he might be apprehensive about visiting his homeland had never crossed her mind although she had yet to visit her own for completely different reasons.

"Oh yes, it certainly exists but I'm afraid I only really know it through my studies in geography and history... classes," she stumbled over the words a bit realizing as she said them that it might have been what was that word, insensitive?

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There was a time when it might have bother Atem, but after all these months he had come to accept Egypt's place in history. If anything, it filled him with a sense of pride and even hope to know that the legacy of such an empire could endure for so long.

"Someday." He repeated with a nod as though it were something she should strive for as well. It would be worth seeing and he knew he would regret avoiding it forever. But until then...

"Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to get away though. For something other than a mission at least."

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"Yes..." she glanced over at Bakura over on the other bed, "we had planned to enjoy ourselves a bit more after the mission but as you can see, that got cut a little short. A vacation at some point is certainly in order."

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They had. As in Nanami and Bakura. It was strange to think about him that way. When Atem wasn't think about Bakura as an antagonist he wasn't really thinking about him much at all.

For a fleeting moment he was conflicted, wanting to ask how Nanami could get mixed up with someone like that. At the very least, inquire after what happened. But that wouldn't make for a very good distraction.

So he sighed soundlessly and smiled in a reassuring way. "When you recover then. Or perhaps a bit before. That sort of thing can be good for you after all."

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Nanami was still quite oblivious to Atem and Bakura's past relationship even though it had been alluded to by Bakura two or three times before, there had simply been no names attached only vague identifiers like 'they' and 'them'.

She tilted her head back and forth thinking. "I've been meaning to visit India for some time now but that's more for business rather than pleasure."

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“India... I was near there on a mission not too long ago.” The pharaoh is vaguely reminiscent without feeling any particular fondness. Not when it was so cold. Not that he is aware of the vast diversity of a place like India. Still, it never occurred to him that anyone might work outside the city save for said missions.

"But if that's business then it hardly counts. You have to make time for yourself."

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"Yes, that's true, but after a while you can only do so much by yourself before it becomes rather mundane." She had been to the spa a couple of times but she really didn't 'hang out' with anyone so she either spent her time shopping or reading in the condo.

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Planting his hands on, Atem averts his gaze, as if distracted. Suddenly retrieving a thought that her dismissal had excavated from his own mind. It had simply never occurred to him until..

"Now that you mention it. I think I am rather overdue for a break myself."

/"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"

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She straightened up a little and looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "Let's go somewhere, let's take a little vacation."

I think so, Brain, but where will we find a duck and a hose at this hour?

[pregames]

And that deserved a sort of 'just as planned' look, not that he would say so. "Oh? Where would you suggest?"

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"Bora Bora unless of course you have a better idea. I suppose it would also depend on what type of activities you'd like to participate in."

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He offers a cool shrug. He supposes it's obvious by now that he's never heard of that on. "If it is a vacation, then I expect we should be able to relax and simply live like kings if only for a day. Of course it should also be fun. Some place known for a good game or two would not hurt either."

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Blasphemy, all these people who don't know about Bora Bora. She smiles a little slyly at him. "It sounds to me like you're describing Las Vegas. You know what else they have in Vegas? A pyramid."

Does this mean you're staying at the Luxor? XD

[pregames]

Perhaps that just means she needs need to introduce them...

But now she has his full attention, couple with a rather incredulous look. "Even if that is true... that would not do us much good." He may be curious but a pyramid is just a tomb by his estimation.

No, this means WE'RE staying at the Luxor. =D Let's jump on the beds.

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Nanami looked confused for a second, "Oh! No, it's not a real pyramid," and she laughed only for a second because wow that jostled her stitches and felt kind of weird and a little painful. "It's a hotel shaped like a pyramid. It's all themed."

Ahhhhhh typos :T

[pregames]

Of course it wasn't a real pyramid. Even after six months Atem was still getting thrown for these little looks and while he didn't find it quite so funny, he could roll his eyes. There was something unsettling about artefacts of Egypt in this world, passed down and transformed by time. Each time he faced a new one he was never quite sure of how to react. Today, it was head on.

“It sounds like we should stay there then.”