thelostpharaohoftime:

Despite all his glares and not-pouts, and general protests thereof, Yami didn’t seem opposed to having Bakura lie on top of him. He also didn’t seem to protest even cradling the back of his head with his hand as he remained on his shoulder.

“….Well….” Again he found himself hesitant to answer, but this time, the answer he gave out didn’t come out as more incomprehensible mutterings.

What came out was a rather awkward cough.

Bakura smirked against Yami’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he felt the other put a hand on the back of his neck, letting out a contented sigh. He let out a muffled laugh, shaking his head ever so slightly, smiling more.

“I take it back,” he said. “You’re an insensitive idiot.”

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

Yami’s eyes narrowed in the glare. He might’ve been miffed with Bakura still (moreso at admitting he was still flawed), but something about this glare still couldn’t be as bitter or hateful as he wanted it to be, like the two shared a more playful rivalry than they did.

“Tch…Ass…” He muttered, though this time not in such a soft, rushed tone to make it loud and clear. And yet the smile Bakura had didn’t get unnoticed.

Once again Yami’s glance drifted a little. And once again he was totally not pouting. (Was that a blush, too? No, it couldn’t be…)

Bakura scoffed again, making a small noise of amusement at Yami’s soft insult. He sighed, moving forward (well, it was bit more like he was letting himself fall forward), bumping lightly against Yami, his forehead resting on Yami’s shoulder. He kept his hands in his lap, a small laugh starting to escape from his lips.

“…idiot,” he said again, though the smile in his voice could be heard. “You’re such a moron. I suppose you don’t actually remember anything new though?” Even if the words seemed bitter, Bakura’s tone was more amused, playful.

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

“Hrrgngrrmpmmpmhrmm…” Yami muttered further under his breath, but it seemed different from what he earlier tried to mutter (and one could guess they were curses rather than a definite answer).

He swallowed his pride and looked straight at Bakura in the eyes, glaring at him like always while figuring the faster he spat it out, the less it’ll hurt his pride. He had no idea why he wanted to freely give Bakura this knowledge, but for some reason, embarrassing as it was, it felt right.

“…So maybe my memories might’ve still been more broken than they thought they were…”

He didn’t like the idea he still was back to square one as he started. And in a way, he was jealous that, yet again, he fumbled with catching old memories while Bakura could retain them, even with Zorc’s influence.

Bakura scoffed loudly as Yami mumbled more under his breath, forcing himself to keep from smirking in amusement. He met Yami’s glare with a forced look of utter unamusement, resisting again the urge to stick his tongue out at him childishly. He listened carefully as Yami finally spit his words out, and his whole face changed.

His eyes grew wide, a shocked expression melting onto his features. He wasn’t sure he heard right, but what else was there…? He blinked, staying silent, unsure what to say.

“…you’re an idiot,” he breathed out quietly, sighing. He felt his shoulders shaking, and he dipped his head, hiding his face. Yet… a small smile graced his lips. He was… happy, for some reason.

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

blackmillennium:

Turning his head, Bakura looked back at Yami, his brows furrowed in confusion. He raised one eyebrow, still a tiny frown on his face, his expression confused, yet curious.

“What wasn’t complete?”

Right then, Yami only shot a glare Bakura’s way before gradually looking away, looking upset, but not entirely angry. (Was that a pout right then? No, certainly not).

“Ihmmmrmmhmm…” He muttered his words so softly and hastily it was a wonder how much of that was actual words. He tried to both give Bakura an answer and avoid doing so in the first place, as if Bakura had ammo to blackmail him now.

Bakura rolled his eyes at Yami’s glare, giving him a pointed look. He stayed quiet though, waiting for an answer, his expression shifting back into it’s normal annoyed look.

“Despite what you may think,” Bakura said, his voice laced thickly with sarcasm. “I can not understand grunts and mumbles.”

thelostpharaohoftime:

He remained just as confused and uncertain as Bakura. Yami wished he could put it in better words to explain, but he grew flustered in not having answers of his own.

Though, thinking about it, he did wonder about something, and while he wanted to deny it, and couldn’t believe he was saying it, but the deep, sinking feeling he had was getting deeper.

“…Maybe it wasn’t quite as complete as I thought it would be…” He cringed at the thought that, once again, Yami was a former pharaoh with flawed, broken memories.

Turning his head, Bakura looked back at Yami, his brows furrowed in confusion. He raised one eyebrow, still a tiny frown on his face, his expression confused, yet curious.

“What wasn’t complete?”

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

He huffed as he tried to shake off the remnants of….whatever the hell that was… He still didn’t quite understand what happened, and he doubted it was anything to do with…this…

“…Bits and pieces, maybe… It was weird…” He knew he was repeating how weird it was, but he wasn’t sure what other way to describe it.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain whatever shred of pride he had left. “But it might not be anything to worry about…” In a manner of speaking, sure. But he did feel it was important in some other ways.

“I see.” Bakura let out another grunt, shuffling a bit in the bed. He was… confused, unable to comprehend what happened… or what was going to happen. He was a bit aggravated now, his normal irritability creeping up on him. He turned his head a bit, glaring at the wall.

“Yes.” He hissed. “Nothing…. to worry about, I’m sure.”

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

Rare as it was for him to let his weaknesses show, it was showing in plain view now. He had no idea what happened right then. It was like he was split apart and both halves got into a feud with each other. It was like he was back in Yugi’s body again, but more like how it would be if Yugi had violently rejected him.

But he was completely and fully himself now, wasn’t he?

“I-I’m not….” He huffed, trying to clear his thoughts. He closed his eyes and lightly shook his head before opening them again, but his eyes still retained their violet color. “…I’m not sure. It was weird…”

Something was up. He knew this, and yet had no idea why.

Grunting, Bakura nodded, folding his legs across each other, and moving his hand from his face to his hair, letting out a large sigh. He shook his head, looking back up at Yami finally.

“…very weird.” He frowned, his mouth turning into an upside-down “v”. He let out another shaky sigh, putting both his hands on his legs, hunching his shoulders.

“…do you… remember anything?”

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

Yami’s eyes twitched even if he kept them shut. At first he hadn’t reacted much beyond his body shaking when Bakura shook him. However, slowly he stirred, opening his eyes and looking t Bakura while letting his vision adjust to the sight of him. His thoughts gradually had calmed and settled in their earlier conflicts.

However, his eyes were no longer red. They were violet again.

He groaned softly as he tried to think of what the hell happened just now.

“….W-well….That was…new….”

Bakura watched as Yami’s eyes twitched and he started moving, his eyes eventually cracking open. He held his breath, waiting, hoping that what he saw earlier was not a fluke.

He felt his shoulders slump when he saw Yami’s eyes.

It… it must have been his imagination, a trick of the light. In his pleasured haze he must have wandered back in his mind, dug into his memories. It wasn’t strange right? Too think that? He slowly dropped his hands from Yami, sighing, his head drooping, pushing his hand to his forehead.

“The hell happened to you…?” Bakura muttered under his breath.

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

With Yami drifting off, he felt as if his mind had been overloaded. There was a conflict in his thoughts. Between the part of him that loved Bakura and hated him. Between the part of him sickened by this and the part that loved this that his instincts reacted on. His head was like a computer that was overloaded with two completely separate sets of commands. And in trying to comprehend why he felt as if two parts of him were viciously fighting each other, the only part that stirred in him was his closed eyes twitching in trying to stir awake again.

Both of Bakura’s hands were now on Yami’s shoulders, shaking his lithe frame, making the other’s head roll back and forth. He wasn’t trying to do it roughly, but a sudden panic rushed through his veins. What happened? What was going on? He could have sworn… he saw a glimpse of something, of something old and familiar in Yami’s eyes. He sucked in a breath, moving to take Yami’s hair, one hand grasping at the strands.

“…A…atemu?” he tried again, not wanting to give up, eyes wide. He contemplated slapping the other, but instead opted for shaking him more.

(Source: blackmillennium)

thelostpharaohoftime:

Yami’s breath gradually eased as the two settled down, and while his heart still raced, and his breaths still seemed rough, he slowed down and he tried to regain his senses.

At least, he tried to. He could still see the image of Bakura blurred into two things. One was of the man he had thought he’d hate for the rest of his life and afterlife. One that, for some reason, he couldn’t help but share all this with.

But the other image…The other was something else. Someone else that made his heart ache, and someone he felt like he should have no hesitance to share any of this with after all.

The image of the two blurred together so much. His eyes narrowed a little, not in a glare, but as if he tried to see Bakura clearer from a distance. He tried to reach up much like Bakura did. To reach up and cup his cheek.

“…B-Baku…”

His hand drifted a half an inch away from touching his cheek before the image blurred too much. Before he realized it, he blacked out.

Bakura swallowed, feeling something thick in his throat. He moved his head closer to the pharaoh’s, his fingers moving to the other’s neck, eyes still wide. His other hand clenched the sheets, gripping them between his fingers. It was. It was him. It had to be. The way he said his name, the way he was trying to look at him… it had to be. He felt Atemu’s hand almost touch his cheek, before the man’s eyes closed, and he collapsed back into the bed.

“…Atemu?” Bakura said, shocked. He shook Atemu, one hand on his shoulder. “Atemu!?”

(Source: blackmillennium)