#fractureshipping

Miho pulled the lollipop out of her mouth with a loud pop, and raised a brow at Bakura. Her knees sunk into the plush white carpet as she leaned forward, examining the board. "So you want to use this to contact the dead?"

"Well yes," Bakura said with a light laugh, her long, spindly, pale fingers adjusting the Oujia board between them, straightening it out. The lights had been dimmed, and candles lit - a mix of black, white, and purple candles surrounding them in a circle encased in salt. If it weren't for the Oujia board, this might almost be romantic. "Unless you're scared?" She winked at Miho, and she rolled her eyes. "Seriously, it'll be fun. Let's find out what kind of ghost is in the area."

"I'm not scared," Miho half growled, shaking her head. The lavender hair spilled all around her shoulders, and there was a tinge of pink on her cheeks as they puffed up in anger. "I just think that it's stupid to try to call forth ghosts that could want to harm us! We don't know anything about them."

"I'll keep you safe from ghosts that want to harm you," she said with a teasing grin, holding up the planchette with an arched brow. The smoke of the burning sage spun around it, and settled into a misty haze. "Don't you trust me?"

Miho rolled her eyes. "If a mean ghost shows up, I'm throwing you under the bus," she said, settling in. "Fine. How do we do this?"

Bakura placed the planchette on the "G", and indicated Miho placed her hand on hers. They broke eye contact, focusing on the board. "Are there any spirits in here with us?" Miho yelped as it immediately moved to yes. She was shaking like a leaf already, and Bakura grinned at this. "Don't worry. That's a good thing. Ask the ghost a yes or no question."

It took a moment before Miho finally spoke again. "Can you... see us?" The planchette didn't move, and Miho rolled her eyes. "Okay, so you just moved it the first time, didn't you?"

"No, I think the ghost is trying to say that it can see us," Bakura replied, glancing up and around the room. "Let's try asking something more complex... like... hey ghost, what's your name?"

The planchette began to move again across the board - I. D. O. N. O. T. K. N. O. W. "How do you not know your name," Miho objected. "Surely you'd have to know your name!" The spirit spelled out a second message. I. T. H. A. S. B. E. E. N. A. W. H. I. L. E. S. I. N. C. E. S. O. M. E. O. N. E. A. S. K. E. D. "So you're an old spirit?" The force of the planchette moving to "yes" unsettled Miho, and she glanced at Bakura with a wide eyed look. "I see."

"Did you die here," Bakura asked, and the planchette snapped over to "no" in seconds. "We've contacted a fairly powerful spirit, it seems. Do you remember how you died?" The planchette snapped over to YES, then spelled out, M. Y. V. I. L. L. A. G. E. W. A. S. D. E. S. T. R. O. Y. E. D. "So you died when your village was destroyed?" It snapped immediately to NO, then began spelling out a new message. I. D. I. E. D. M. A. K. I. N. G. T. H. E. P. H. A. R. A. O. H. P. A. Y. F. O. R. I. T. "You're from Egypt?" YES.

Miho gasped, pulling her hands away from the planchette. "Make it stop," she cried out, shaking her head with her eyes full of tears. "Bakura, I'm scared!"

Bakura forced the planchette to the goodbye and lifted it up immediately, glancing up at Miho. She'd been so excited to make contact with a ghost that she hadn't checked in with Miho at all. She was shaking still, and Bakura moved to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her. "It's okay," she said softly. "The candles and salt should protect us from the ghost lingering. I closed the board out. It's fine."

She glanced up at Bakura, unconvinced. "That spirit... it was angry. I could feel it."

"I told you that I'd keep you safe, didn't I? You're safe," she said, leaning down to press a kiss to Miho's forehead. "But if you don't wanna touch it again, I understand."

"We have to help that spirit," Miho said forcefully, her tearful eyes now full of fire. "It was angry. We need to find a way to help it move on."