Closed starter for @multifxrious
Amethyst hues found themselves glued to the back of a head full of snow-white locks. There was a certain type of enjoyment the thief got while stalking his prey; while taking in this so called doppelganger of his. Or, perhaps he would be considered the copy considering he was the one out of place and, really, out of time. Either way it was enough to amuse the man.
It had been a different discovery that had essentially began his quest to find the male currently in his sights, one that had begun with the discovery of a certain priest who was also way past his time. Of course there were differences, of course it was someone different entirely because, really, any ordinary person would have died off thousands of years ago and while Priest Set had struck the thief as man of pure determination and stubbornness, surely no one had a will quite as powerful as that. And so he had discovered this reincarnation, and it placed a thought in his head.
The Pharaoh was next–or the little one that once was the mighty King. A tiny one he was, and a king soul at that. It amused the thief to no end seeing the difference between he and his predecessor and it was what had lead him to seeking out the next pertinent question that arose; was there a being resembling his own spitting image simply wandering about?
He was more than thrilled to find his hunch was proven true.
For some time he had watched, not knowing if the other was aware of the slight form of stalking or not. At the very least it had given Bakura something to kill his time with. He’d grown incredibly restless with what little the modern world provided for him. Hunting down someone who followed in his own footsteps was enough to keep him entertained for some time. And now he supposed it came to a head.
Bakura had little reservations in approaching the smaller incarnation; his eyes ablaze with a familiar mischievousness he was accustomed to back in his own time. A hand found itself slinking around the other’s shoulders, and the thief leaned in near his ear.
“I don’t suppose you would be willing to help a familiar face.”