Toki wo Koeru Omoi

Toki Wo Koeru Omoi
Chapter 2

[Yami's P.O.V]

You know what? I hate the snow and the cold. I severly dislike winter in general. I may have no memories of my past life, but I know I lived in the hot desert and that knowledge is a good enough excuse for me to hate the cold. So I was basically torturing myself by walking out into the cold by my own free will.

Aibou, along with Ryou and his other friends went to the mountains for a few weeks, so at least I know my hikari is safe from harm when we get hit by that snow storm in a few hours. But without my hikari around, the game shop is just so dull and incredibally boring. After looking through my deck a couple times for no real reason, watching T.V, and fixing myself something to eat, I grew very bored, the kind of bored that makes me want to do something very out of character, something like the tomb robber would do, that's how mind numbingly bored I was.

Speaking of that damned tomb robber...I saw him at the museum a few minutes ago. Being bored left me with nothing better to do, so I took a trip to the museum, and the Egyptian Exhibit. I had hoped that if I looked at the Pharaoh's Tablet long enough, I would remember something. Anything! But no, stare as I have, I have never managed to regain a single memory.

Anyways, back to the thief. I tried ignoring him, and it worked for a while, but then our Millennium items started to glow. I assumed he was pissed that I was ignoring him and wanted to get my attention in a different way, but he denied it. I don't think I believe him though. But what he had said was very true. The thief loved making big scenes, causing chaos and destruction, and just about any type of mayhem that he could, so he surley wouldn't be denying something like that. But then again he was a thief, a liar, I couldn't seriously trust his word no matter how convincing it may have sounded.

But the odd thing was, the tablet started glowing too, then there was this blinding light, and then everything was normal. It was odd to say the least. And luckily it was late so there weren't many people in the building. Sure, the particular area of the museum the two of us were in was off limits to everyone else, but the light could have drawn attention.

So after convincing Bakura that I was convinced, we both left. He left a few minutes before me, but I did see his retreating form in the distance as I went in the opposite direction, back to my hikari's house.

My hikari wanted me to go with them so badly, and the guilt I felt after seeing his expression when I turned him down was just about killing me, but he had to understand that I don't like the cold, and from what I've heard the mountains are even colder then it is here, and I simply couldn't take that. Besides, I needed some time alone, the solitude would be good for me. And I think my aibou has a thing for Bakura's aibou, and I wouldn't want to....interrupt anything. I would have no problem with that relationship, Ryou really is a nice boy, it's just his yami that I can't stand. I feel sorry for the boy really, being stuck with that thief and all, but I suppose he isn't all bad, he does at least care for the boy.

I once had the suspicion that Bakura beat his hikari, since the albino had many bruises on him a few times that Yuugi was quick to notice and point out. But when I asked Ryou about it, he seemed totally appalled by the mere thought, and a bit angered as well. He told me that Bakura had never and would never harm him in any way, that it was bullies at school who did that to him and that when Bakura found out he tracked them all down and sent the leader of the little group to the shadow realm and beat the rest of them scenceless.

I chuckle to myself at the thought, while trudging through the knee-high snow since this particular road wasn't cleared out yet. Bakura may be a very cold person, but at least he cares for Ryou enough to protect him. I know he has his reasons for acting the way he does, even though that doesn't stop me from getting pissed at him all the time and sending him to the shadow realm once in a while, it's not like he stays there, he always manages to come back. Stubborn Bastard. What I would like to know, is what happened to him in his past that made him like this. I know he still has all of his memories, which makes me envy him to an extent. But what did I do to make him hate me so much? If I knew these things I might be able to understand him better, but thats pretty much hope-less. Like he would really tell me anything. And believe me I have attempted to discuss this issue with him many times, and that only seemed to anger him so after a while I gave up.

I glance up from where I was staring at the snow covered ground, looking at my surrounding. I sigh in relief when I find that I am on the street of the Game Shop, I wasn't sure how much more of this cold I could take, the clothes I wear arent exactly very warm, leather should never be worn in the winter, but all I own is leather! And I love my leather and all, but this is rediculas! I can barely feel my legs anymore!

I stop dead in my tracks though, as I hear yelling, and one of the voices suspiciously sound like a certain tomb robber. I glance to my right, where the voices are comming from and I see an alley. Well, my first thought is that Bakura probably got into a street fight like an idiot and whoever it was, was going to be sent to the shadow realm any minute now. And I can't let the thief just send every mortal that pisses him off to the shadows, so I'm debating on stepping in.

But since I am so damn cold right now, I guess I'll let the thief have his fun. I turn to leave, but I stop abruptly, almost tripping when I hear a gun-shot. My heart suddenly feels like it dropped to the pit of my stomach, and if the winter weather hadn't already done it, then the sound made my blood run cold. I knew for a fact that Bakura didn't handle any guns. Ryou allowed him to have knives and daggers and any other weapon of that sort, but he never allowed guns, and Bakura didn't seem to fond of them himself, he liked to do things the old fashion way, get 'down and dirty' as some people would put it. Besides that fact, the pained yell that came directly after the gun shot was undoutedly Bakura.

I make a mad dash towards the alley, though trying to get through the piles of snow that blocked the way made things a bit difficult. Once I do manage to get into the alley, I am met with the sight of some guy, standing there, holding the gun in both shakey hands and pointing it at the fallen victim. My eyes follow the path of the gun and I see someone laying there, and the silver hair is all I need to confirm that it is, in fact, Bakura. But the odd thing is, he's wearing what looks like a long, red coat with odd designs on it instead of his usual black trench, he's laying on his stomach so I can see all of his hair, and it's much, much shorter.

The man who shot him suddenly yells out when he noticed me, then makes a run for it, running right past me, over the snow pile and down the street. I was about to go after him and send him to the shadows myself, when I suddenly remembered why exactly I ran into this alley in the first place and quickly run over to the fallen thief, "Bakura." I whisper, shaking him slightly. He doesn't move,"Bakura!" I say louder. He still doesn't move.

I sigh heavily and roll him over, gasping at what I see. This isn't Bakura. The man's skin is tanned, while Bakura is ghostly pale, and this guy has a nasty, but neat looking scar on his cheek. But he still resembles Bakura in a way...the aura around him definitally reminds me of that of the thief's. I notice something wet on my hand and look down, seeing crimson red covering it. Further inspection of the 'Bakura-look-alike-while-still-looking-not-so-much-like-Bakura' shows that it's comming from his shoulder. Ok, lot's of blood, that can't be good. And I can't leave this guy here to bleed to death, and I have nothing to use to wrap up the wound here.

I look at his clothing. It's very odd, and he's wearing no shirt under the coat, talk about being painfully cold. And he's wearing some kind of....skirt? Maybe he's a cross-dresser. Who the hell would dress like this in the winter!? But the coat looks expensive, though very dirty, so I really shouldn't rip it up to wrap the wound.

Well, I know one thing. I can't carry this guy, so I'll have to wake him up and hope he doesn't have some sort of weapon and try to brutally murder me, "Hey...wake up!" I yell, shaking the him by the shoulder that isn't wounded. He doesn't move. Ok, I'll try again, "HEY! WAKE UP DAMMIT!!!" I shout directly in the silver haired man's ear. His eyes snap open and he immediatally bolt's upright, causing me to fall back on my ass, right into the snow. .

I see the man grasp his shoulder and he blinks in confusion. Then he turns his head in my direction slowly. As soon as he see's me, and jumps up on his feet, causing me to do the same in case he finds me threatening, and/or a random person in the way whom must die. His confused expression is quickly replaced with a scowl, "Pharaoh!" He hisses, "Whats the hell did you do!?"

I blink at him, my expression now adopting one of confusion. He just called me pharaoh. How would this guy know I'm the pharaoh?, "W-what are you talking about? Who are you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Don't play dumb you asshole! You know exactly what I'm talking about and you know exactly who I am!!" His purplish-grey eyes glanced around the alley, the only reason I could see him was because there was a streetlight right infront of the alley, "What did you do during our fight? There was a bright light and then I woke up here. I know you have something to do with it!"

Bright light? I stare at him silently for a moment, trying to process what was going on in my head. Then it hits me. Our items and the Tablet glowing, that light in the museum, the reason this guy looks like Bakura. I'm not exactly 100% sure of this, but I'm taking an educated guess here. I bet that somehow, we brought our past selves to the future. It's either that, or Bakura somehow got his old body back. But since this guy seems absolutally clueless, I'll bet he's Bakura's past self. And I couldn't imagine why, but I'm getting the feeling that this isn't going to end well, that by the end of this, some-one's going to be a rotting corpse in one of these snow piles.

"Bakura?" I ask, because there is a big posibility that I'm jumping to conclusions, and this guy is just on drugs and called me pharaoh because....well, I don't know, I do give off that monarch-pharaoh vibe, maybe thats it. I'm hoping that's it. It better be it dammit!

"So the pharaoh has suddenly decided to lower himself enough to call the lowly tomb robber by his name has he? What brought this about, hm?" He sneers, and I notice he has gripped his shoulder slightly tighter. He's going to pass out from loss of blood soon, so I better take him to the game shop and do something about that, then we can play 20 questions. Not that I really care about him or anything, it's just that if he dies, and he is Bakura's past self, Bakura will cease to exsist. Wait...Bakura will cease to exsist....that thought is enough to make me want to break out in a fit of hysterical laughter, but I manage to keep myself from doing so. That could alter the future, and messing with time is a very dangerous thing.

"Save the taunting for another time Bakura. Lets get to the game shop before you pass out from lack of blood because I refuse to haul you there." At the thought of the warm interior of the said game shop, I realize how cold I am. This new issue that has occured momentarily destracted me from noticing just how Ra damned friggin freezing it was!

He narrows his eyes futher at me, "Like I would follow you anywhere pharaoh. Your little priests and eveyone else in Egypt may follow you, but I will never lower myself to do such a thing." He says, venom dripping off of every word, enough to where I feel a slight fear that he will try to slit my throat right here and now well up inside of me, but I quickly recover from that and glare back.

"This isn't the time tomb robber. If you haven't already realized it, you are no longer in Egypt. The snow should have been your first clue." I tell him, pointing at the snow lazily, "I don't exactly understand the situation thoroughly, but I will tell you this; I am no longer pharaoh, therefore I have no say in your decisions. So it is fully your choice if you wish to freeze to death out here because I assure you this harmless-looking white stuff will kill you. It's either that, or you come with me to my hikari's house and we can take care of your wound and you won't have to suffer a painfully cold death." I smirk at his look of disbelief, on top of that he's now shivering and trying his damned hardest to keep himself from doing so. Well, considering what he's wearing, I bet he is damned cold.

I watch as he has an internal struggle with himself over his decision. And Bakura being, well, Bakura, he's going to have to throw aside more then most of his pride to basically save his life and 'follow' me. He'll get over it though, unlike him I won't gloat over seeing him in his current 'state of weakness' as we all know he would put it, "...Fine." He mumbles, though it was barely audible, I heard it.

"Good, then come on." I say and walk over to the large pile of snow blocking the enterance. I groan loudly, my limbs were already aching, and here I had to climb this pile of shit white stuff again. Glancing back at the thief, I see him only a few steps behind me, I give him a small smirk, "Guess we get to hike up the snow mountain, think you can make it?"

"I'm not weak, of couse I can make it." He snaps at me, though I see him eye the over-sized pile of snow wearily. I nod and start climbing, reluctantly sticking my hands into the cold substance to haul myself up. Once I'm at the top, I stand up strait and look down to see 'Bakura' about halfway up, wincing each time he pulls himself up father. When he finally makes it up, I jump down and onto the street, and he does the same, though he stumbles a bit because the force of the landing jolted his shoulder.

"Well, I'd say that went well." I turn to face him, only to see that he is staring at me with wide eyes. I give him a questioning look, but he just stares, wich, in turn, begans to piss me off, "What are you staring at thief!?" I growl.

"Y-your....pale." He gapes, "..Are you sick or something?" I almost want to burst out laughing, but once again I contain it. I guess he didn't realize it before because it was dark, and now we're standing directly under the street light.

"No, I'm not sick.. Aww, were you worried about me?" I ask teasingly.

"No, but you look sickening with your skin so pale. It looks like you have some sort of desease." Resist urge to slap.....resist urge to slap...."Of course with your pampered ass in the palace 24/7 it's no surprise, you probably don't get any sun at all."

"Look, I'm not the same pharaoh you know, alright? I have a feeling this conversation is going to take a while, so how about we get home and settled down before we discuss anything further." He nods and I turn on my heels and start back towards the game shop. It's taking allot of self control on my part to keep from attacking and/or sending him to the shadow realm. He's worse then Bakura! Well, he is Bakura, but obviously he was alot worse back then. I suddenly have a newfound respect for Yami Bakura. Wait, Let me rephrase that. I should have a newfound repect for Yami Bakura, but in all honesty, I don't. Does that make me an extremly dence person?....Nah.

I glance over my shoulder to see him looking around suspiciously at everything, the buildings, the streetlights, and the cars that are parked infront of the houses. I once again resist the urge to laugh my ass off when a car drives by and he starts freaking out, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF RA WAS THAT!?" He screams frantically.

"I do believe I said to hold all questions until later didn't I?" He grumbles something but, surprisingly enough, says nothing else. I sigh in relief when we reach the game shop, and with frozen fingers I grab the key from my pocket and quickly open the door, practically leaping inside when I feel the warmth emiting through the open door, "Thank Ra..."

I turn around to see Bakura standing there, staring at me blankly, "Get your ass in here!" I yell, not wanting ANY of the cold air in the house. He gives me a suspicious look, but then walks in the house, and from his reaction I can tell he's surprised by the sudden change in temperature, but he doesn't say anything. I immediatally slam the door shut and kick my shoes off. I look down at Bakura's feet and wince, he was wearing these dinky little sandal things out there in the freezing cold, that must hurt like a bitch, but he doesn't seem bothered by it, even though he's still shivering, but not as bad as before.

"Ok." I sigh, "First things first, your bleeding all over the place so go in the living room and sit down while I go look for the first aid kit." I turn to leave, but as I turn the corner I notice he hasn't moved, "Something wrong?" I quirk an eyebrown at him.

"What in the name of Ra is this living room thing you speak of?" He asks. I groan, of course he wouldn't know, they don't have living rooms in Ancient Egypt.

"It's the main room of the house." I explain, then change the direction I was heading and start towards the living room, "Come on, I'll show you." I say and he follows, "Sit down and don't touch anything. I know of your thieving habits and I don't want you stealing anything." I narrow my eyes at him in warning before leaving the room in search of the first aid kit. I quickly find it, not that I really had to search for it because it was exactly where it always is, under the bathroom sink.

When I arrive back in the living room, I see Bakura hasn't moved from his spot on the couch, but now he's laying back against it with his eyes closed. Ohh...that's going to stain the couch! No worries though, the couch is white (A/N: it isn't in the show, but it is now!) and this godly substance called 'bleach' works miricals for any and all stains. Anyways, back to the thief, the loss of blood is probably catching up to him, can't believe he's still concious. Ah well, he always was a stubborn bastard. I sigh and kneel down infront of him. He opens his eyes and glares down at me, "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Ok. Take a minute to think about what your asking before you ask it, because that was a stupid ass question." I tell him while I look through the many items in the First Aid kit until I come across some stuff to clean the wound, some gauze, and bandages.

"I don't need your help, I perfectly fine. Back off." He says scathingly.

"Oh, is that so? Then how come you were practically passing out a minute ago?" I retort, raising myself up so I'm sitting on my knees so that I can reach his shoulder. Hopfully the bullet went all the way through, it makes my job so much easier.

"I was not." Oh, that was a mature response. I roll my eyes at him.

"Do you realize how much blood you've probably lost in the time it has taken us to get here?" I question him.

"I realize that I've had worse wounds then this before. Compared to them this is nothing." He mumbles. Now you see, this is what I mean! I don't expect this Bakura to tell me anything, but the other Bakura, he keeps all of these things bottled up. I can tell just from looking in Bakura's eyes that he's been through more pain then I could even imagine. Wow, that sounded sickeningly sappy. It wasn't meant to, but it is true. But as I said before, he won't tell me anything....perhaps I could get something out of his past self. Wait, I take that back. This ones worse, no way in hell I'll get anything from him.

"Well, either way I have to heal you. I'll explain why later. But for now, shut up and sit still. Don't argue with me because in the end, I will win." I hope he doesn't take that for a challenge. I don't feel like knocking him out just to heal his damn wound, "Bakura, please, just let me help you for now, that way it will be out of the way and we can get on to more important matters." After the longest 5 minutes I've ever sat through, he speaks.

"Fine. Though I don't see why you are so willing to help me. Just a while ago you were all for killing me." He replies.

"I told you I am not the same pharaoh you know, but that's for later discussions." He slowly removes his hand from his shoulder, and I see that the whole sleeve is a darker red then the rest of the coat, great, now I'll have to wash that because it's soaked in blood, and hope to Ra that the color doesn't bleed and turn it pink, because I know he'll skin me alive if that happens.

I reach up and gently pull the cloth off the wound, it's stuck to the wound some from the pressure Bakura was applying to it, he winces slightly but makes no protest or sound. I instruct him to sit up a bit so that I can remove the cloth fully away from the skin. Once that's done I sigh as I realize I should have gotten a rag and a bowel of water so I can clean the blood off. This might take a while.

20 minutes later and I have finished and he's sleeping. Thankfully the bullet went through, but he did loose a good amount of blood, I'm surprised he didn't pass out sooner. I take his coat-type thing and throw it in the laudry room, deciding to hand wash it when I have the time, just to be on the safe side. Trying my best not to wake him, I move him so that he's laying across the couch, then I drape a blanket over him before going upstairs to change. Ra, I am such a nice person!

While I peel the damp clothing off of myself and change into warmer, sleeping clothes, I let my thoughts run over the recent events. It's not every day you come across your greatest enemies past self whom got shot in an alley way. Then a sudden thought hits me. If the cause of this is what happened back at the museum, did Bakura stumble upon my past self? It's highly possible. Many, many questions are running through my head now. Such as how are they to get back? What will the hikari's say? How will the past Bakura take everything that I'll have to tell him later? Will my past self be brutally slaughtered by the yami, Bakura? How in the hell will I survive being trapped in this house with Bakura's past self through the snow storm?

The snow storm!? I totally forgot about that! Damn, damn, damn!! It's official now, the Gods are against me and from here on out my life will quickly spiral down into the deepest pits of hell. Those son's of bitches! After everything I've done for them they go and turn on me!!!! I'm going to rebel againt my religion as of this moment dammit!!!!!! Okay, I have to calm down. Eveything will work out, it always does. Shit, that's a bad thing, because my luck might choose this point in time to run out. But Bakura is wounded and unconcious, what could he possibly do? Okay, That attitude is going to be my demise.

Lets see, I'll have to fix some food, I'm damn hungry right now and I'm sure the thief is too. Luckily Yuugi taught me how to fix a basic meal, though my cooking isn't nearly as good as his, at least it's edible. Yuugi also bought a whole crap-load of food before he left, that is good, at least we won't starve to death.

After searching through my closet and many, many drawers, I find some comfortable clothes that will fit the tomb robber. Yuugi bought them for me right before we got seperate bodies, but they ended up being much to big on me, so they should fit the thief.

Carlessly throwing the clothes on the coffee table as I pass it on my way to the kitchen, I begin to debate on what to eat. There is way too much food in this house, expecially for only 3 people, though if you count all of Yuugi's friends comming over everyday and raiding the fridge it would seem we never have enough.

Perhaps I should call Bakura before I start fixing something to eat. My curiosity is just about eating away at my nerves, I want to kow if he is in a similar situation or not. So, deciding to call the tomb robber, I quickly grab the phone, then sit at the kitchen table, preparing myself for a rude and colorfull-worded reaction from the white haired thief.

It rings about 3 times before I hear the unmistakable voice of said thief, "What?" He asks rudely.

"Hello to you to Bakura." I say to him dryly.

"Pharaoh? What the hell do you want?" I smirk. I can tell just from his voice that he's scowling, I can picture it perfectly, and it amuses me how immature he can act sometimes. No, I take that back. All the time.

I open my mouth to reply, but I stop as I faintly hear someone in the distance from Bakura's end, but I just caught the end of it,"....talking about? You brought me here!" The voice odly sounds like my own.

"I wasn't talking to you, you idot! I'm talking to the other you. I said I'll explain it later so just don't talk until then. At all." Bakura snaps back at the person whom I'm guessing is my past self, "Now what do you want?" It takes me a moment before I realize he is once again talking to me. I haven't even said anything yet and he already sounds pissed at me. I swear his immaturity level surpasses that of a childs.

"Bakura," I says calmly, "On your way home, did anything strange happen?"

"If you mean finding you half frozen in the park , sitting stupidly in the snow wearing this skimpy little skirt and your usual pharaoh attire then yes, I would call that pretty strange." He sounds a bit to amused at that for my liking.

"So you mean, you found me, as in, my past self, right?" I ask. I know very well what he's talking about, but if he's going to be so damn bitchy towards me I might as well give him a reason to be.

"Well since you yourself aren't standing in the kitchen glaring at me and freaking out over the phone ringing, I guess I would mean that, yes."

"There's no need to be an asshole right now Bakura, this is serious." I tell him, sighing in frustration.

""Who says I wasn't being serious? He really is standing there glaring at me, and I'm glaring back, and now he's walking away. Oh, shit, wait! You get back here! Arg! Fine, just don't touch anything!!!" I hold back a chuckle as I listen to him mumble some epyptian curses.

"Seems your having as much fun as I am." I comment, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm surprised your still alive right now." He tells me, chuckling darkly before continuing, "So tell me, how stupid am I?" How stupid is he? I adopt an evil smirk as my imagination comes up with some very downright idiotic scenes involving a 5000 year old tomb thief. He wants to know how stupid he is, hmm? Well, in that case I won't dissapoint him.

"Well I have recently found out that you and microwaves don't mix. And the lamp is a fire demon that you tried to kill, and the T.V. is box that traps peoples souls." Oh, I could go on. But I don't want him to get the suspicion that I'm making this up, even though I am. He doesn't need to know that. But I wouldn't be surprised if that is how the thief actually reacts when he wakes up.

"By the way, were the hell is Ryou?" I frown at that. I was hoping he would make a comment about his stupidity. Ah well.

"Oh, him and Yuugi went to the mountains, remember?" Though I wouldn't be surprised if Ryou didn't tell him at all. He hardly gives the boy any freedom and he probably wouldn't have let him go on this trip.

"With a snow storm comming!!!?" Wow, Bakura sounds genuinly worried.

"The mountains are hours away from here, they won't get hit by it." I assure him.

"So your telling me, that I am going to be stuck with your pampered pharaoh-y ass self until the freaking snow melts or someone digs us out!? That could take days!! Weeks even!! And I can't cook so I'm going to starve!" Oh, I feel sorry for me. I'm going to be stuck with Bakura and starve through that snow storm!!

So glad I took the time to learn how to cook.

I sigh loudly, "Well, I'm stuck with your past self. At least you don't have to worry about your throat being slit in the middle of the night!" Oh, shit, I didn't think about that until just now. I shouldn't worry to much about it though, he's injured and without me here he won't make it in this time.

"..." Ok, so he has no comment to that. Well, my stomach is nagging me, and past Bakura will be up soon, and I want to have food ready before then so I don't get bombarded with questions or have to worry about him using one of the large butcher knives on me. But I won't hang up before I get one last comment in.

"Anyways, seems you have just discovered the wonders of showers and there ability to create scolding hot water. When the snow strom clears up, we'll meet at your house to discuss this further." I cant help but smirk at the stupidity of it. I mean, just picture it! Bakura walking into the bathroom, turns the shower on, steps in and gets attacked by scolding water, jumps back, falls on his ass, grabs the shower curtain, riiiiiiiip. Water goes everywere and his ass hurts like hell.

"Fine." He sighs then hangs up. I too hang up, then go back to raiding the kitchen.

I chose a simple meal, nothing that consisted of dirtying many dishes wich is a good thing. I hate cleaning, but I refuse to leave the mess for Yuugi to clean up, I take responsibility for everything I do, unlike a certain white-haired yami. After setting the table, I make my way back into the living room to wake Bakura, talk about impending doom....

I notice that he has turned so that he's facing the back of the couch, clinging to the blanket in a child-like manner. I almost feel guilty waking him, he looks so peaceful while he's sleeping, but I have to because we need to get this situation under control and get any and all questions out of the way so we don't have to worry about it tomorrow, "Bakura." I shake him gently, mindful of his injury, "Bakura wake up!"

He stirs slightly, but then lets out an annoyed grunt and burries himself deeper into the blankets. Well, that was mature. I pull the blanket off of him. Ok, that wasn't exactly mature either but it's not like I give a damn right about now. Opening one eye, he sits up almost immediatally upon seeing me. At first he looks confused, but he remembers what happened quick enough and growls at me, "What?"

"What a nice way to treat someone who saved your life, tended to your injuries, gave you a place to stay, and has just finished getting clean clothes for you and has fixed you some food." I say, rolling my eyes at him. He just sits there. Ok, I see none of that got through to him, "In other words, get your ass up, get changed," I point to the clothes on the table, "...and then come into the kitchen and eat. Then we will discuss more important issues." I turn on my heels and stalk back into the kitchen, not waiting for a reply, and figuring he wouldn't want me standing there while he changes.

10 minutes later the silver haired one decides to finally grace me with his presence in the kitchen, grumbling something and looking down at his clothes in disgust, "This is the weirdest clothing I have ever seen. Why is it so...colorful? It's terribly gaudy." I roll my eyes. Since when do Tomb Robbers care about their appearence? Though I have to admit, he is right. I mean, Yuugi was the one who bought them for me. Enough said. It looks kind of tight on him....but that's all I have so he'll have to deal with it.

"That may be, but your going to have to deal with it. Those are the only clothes in this house that will fit you." I sit down at the kitchen table, where I had set out all the food.

"That's because your a freaking stick. Actually, more like a twig, and your short to. Aren't you suppose to get taller over time?" I hate that smug tone he's using. It's not my fault I'm short! It's Yuugi's fault.

"Your just too tall." I mumble, then realize he's still standing in the kitchen doorway, "What are you standing there for? Sit down and eat so we can get on with the important crap!" I snap at him.

"I'm not eating that stuff. For multiple reasons. One being that your the one who cooked it. It's probably poisoned. Another reason is the fact that it all looks weird, smells weird to." He sits down across the table from me, crossing his arms and sitting back in the chair, glaring at the food. Right, they didn't have such...colorful and 'exotic' looking food back in Ancient Egypt. Well, if he wasn't to live off bread, I have no problem with that. Less work for me.

"Fine then." I say, taking a bite of my food. Not bad. I'm not too bad of a cook if I do say so myself. I glance up to see the tomb robber now glaring at me. I smirk as a sudden idea dawns on me, and I stuff more food into my mouth, "Mmmm." Heh, maybe if I keep this up he'll give up and eat anyways.

And I was right! Well, of course I was right, I'm always right. But that's besides the point. It only took about 5 minutes for 'Bakura' to cave. He was hesitant at first, probably still holding on to the idea that I poisoned his food. But honestly, why would I poison his food when I could have left him out in the freezing cold to die a painfully cold death? Anyways, after concluding that the food was unpoisoned and very edible, he practically inhaled the rest of the food. I cleaned up the dishes, getting a remark from Bakura about being domesticated house wife, and headed into the living room where we would probably be spending the next few hours.

Once again, I was right. It took me 3 hours to explain everything. 'Everything' Included; Telling him where he was, my theory on how he got here, and how our souls were trapped in the Millennium Puzzle and Ring. I also told him about our hikari's. I told him just about everything I knew about the white-haired light, and he seemed oddly interested in that particular subject. I guess he would be though, not everyone has half of their soul as another being. After I finished the hikari explanation, I told him of his future self. He was a bit mad that even after 3000 years he still hadn't killed me. I figured as much. In those 3 hours, the only time a bitchy comment didn't come from his mouth, was when he was asking questions. But when I answered them, he took it as me making fun of him for being stupid, and got all pissed.

The conversation, all in all, was interesting to say the least. I think at least half of what I said got through to him. I did end up explaining to him that what he saw on the way here was a car; a means of transportation in this time, and that what he was injured with, was a gun. I showed him the different electrical items, and how they worked. Surprisingly, he was a quick learner. He didn't seem to surprised by most of the modern technology either. I know I was when I woke up in this time! And I didn't even remember shit from my past!

He was pretty much silent the rest of the time. Glaring but silent. I look that the clock; midnight. Great. No wonder I feel like death warmed over. Though I don't have a problem with being warmed over, just looking out the window makes me shiver. The snow storm hit about an hour ago. Another thing I had to explain to the thief. He didn't seem to pleased by it, but neither was I. At least we had one thing in common; our hatred for cold, snow, winter or anything that falls under that catagory.

After showing Bakura to the guest room, and telling him NOT to leave the room until I come and get him in the morning, I bury myself under the warm covers of my own bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long, long day. I could see it comming. I was anxious to meet my past self though. There is so much I can learn from him..er...me.

If he's still alive that is.