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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]

Bakura shrugged his shoulders. "You can't kill something that's already dead to begin with." Which was the short version of explaining something he neither cared to fully explore nor did Bakura enjoy thinking about the exact mechanics behind his supposed immortality. "What you helped kill back then was a part of me. So I did not lie when I told you that I wasn't that person anymore."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded with understanding. "Like how what was of me in those dice wasn't all of me... Part of you was still in the Ring, wasn't it?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Not really. It doesn't work like that." His expression was discouragingly honest and inexpressive. "You simply missed my heart." Which explained nothing. But Bakura wasn't going to tell anyone about the special ability of the Ring to put parts of his soul into whatever he liked and that all of them were 'real', so Ryou would have to deal with it.

[shiromadoushi]

"It doesn't?" Bakura blinked before hesitating, the many variations on the story of a monster who kept its heart hidden outside of its body so it never could be killed coming to mind. And since he knew the Ring could seal bits of soul into things (it was how he had managed to trick his double into sealing him into the dice, after all) it was a very likely story...

"Because it wasn't in Zork, right? And that was what got defeated..."

[feelsgoodinyou]

"No,..." he trailed off, his brow wrinkling lightly as his voice turned notably low-key. "That figure was a lot of small things tied to the mess that had spent a lot of time with you through the Ring. Think of it as the part of me that had been weak enough to become twisted into an onryo. Having it crushed helped clear my head again."

[shiromadoushi]

"...the part that was hurting everyone...?" Bakura asked, feeling a touch unsure. "So it really did help? Something like that..."

It was an odd thought, that beating someone and killing part of them could be something that helped in the long run...

[feelsgoodinyou]

"The thing that attacked outright without a sense of direction or a second thought." Again it's a deflection. "Consider it like involving somebody in a car crash to remove an aching tooth. It remembered me of what's important." To be himself, to do what he wanted how he wanted, to reach his goals.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded. "Overkill, but still effective."

He paused, expression thoughtful, yet distant a moment. "The you that attacked the other day... was that more of that self that was in Monster World...?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Yes and no. That thing- " He looked away as he busied himself by conjuring things out of the thin air of his soul space again. What seemed like sand started to materialize in the air and trickled into the shape of a small hourglass. "It was the not me other me. Although the one who started with the spikes was me."

He gave Ryou a look and the hourglass turned horizontal at a wink of his hand, distributing the balance of sand inside it chaotically as the clear division of up and down turned into a much simpler here and there out of which each side had the same negated meaning.

[shiromadoushi]

There was a touch of uneasiness at that. Those had hurt... Not to mention everything that had followed...

"...when was it not you any more....?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Sometime during the strangling." Bakura shrugged his shoulders as if it were no big deal to him. "I wanted you to be gone as soon as possible but when I got too focused on that I left myself open."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's hand moved up to his neck protectively, shoulders curling in just a touch. "...so both sides of you were trying to kill me....?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Oh please. As if you could die from something like that here. All I would have done is to give you a rough wakening up."

[shiromadoushi]

"I didn't know that... I thought you were really..." Bakura trailed off, looking down.

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Trying to kill you? I won't deny having a mind to." He stemmed his hands on his hips. "But don't you think that I ouold have done it a thousand times over by now if that really were my objective?"

[shiromadoushi]

More hesitation. "I thought there were things stopping you..."

[feelsgoodinyou]

He made an amused noise. "Like what?"

[shiromadoushi]

A small, uncomfortable shift. "People who'd notice and know it was you...."

[feelsgoodinyou]

"So? Detection has never been a problem for me before. Sure, it's more advantageous if certain people don't know I'm around" Bakura made an amused noise. "But I wasn't exactly inconspicuous to begin with."

[shiromadoushi]

"But here... everyone would know..."

It was such an uncomfortable topic. "And I always just thought... back home since I was useful, you couldn't..."

[feelsgoodinyou]

"So what? This is a wide world!" He chuckled sadistically before calming down. "Your existence is my gateway to the world, so I'd be an idiot to want to destroy you. That said it'd be a grave mistake of yours to consider yourself irreplaceable." Even if doing so might mean having to wait another three thousand years.

[shiromadoushi]

"You'd just have to wait for another opportunity..." Bakura pointed out, unknowingly echoing his double's words. "So it's a truce of convenience, isn't it?"

It was odd, actually talking about these things. The actual acknowledgement of arrangement of host and parasite between them. Other than their first conversation... it had been something more waved about as a weapon, rather than anything so calmly discussed.

[feelsgoodinyou]

Bakura inclined his head, eyes narrowed, but then gave a sharp nod.

"It is." There was nothing else to say to that. "Don't forget about it and I won't cause you any sorrow." ...that couldn't be expected.

...words up there should have been "thoughts" AH WELL :D

[shiromadoushi]

The younger Bakura nodded. "Just to see what's there and not what isn't?" he smiled faintly. He was more than aware that that was where he failed the most.

[feelsgoodinyou]

Bakura gave him a rare left-for-words look before he ran a hand through his hair and nodded once sharply with a smirk that was directed at himself.

"Hrmp. Exactly. If you want to go crazy over something, do it over something that's worth it."