Yet another copy of his host--and this one looked the same age, too. Perhaps a little older. Probably not in high school anymore. Which, according to the pattern that held true with most Bakuras, meant his version of Zorc was probably dead. It was just a guess, but it seemed likely from Bakura's experience.

No sense in pretending to be Ryoh with a copy of the landlord himself, not in this case.

Every death is the beginning of something new. And every change is the death of the past. Live and Death are 2 sides of the same coin. And sometimes destiny likes to toss that coin.

I am on my way back home from university. I study theology and philosophy, simply because I don’t know what else to do. After I fulfilled the destination, that Shadi gave me, I became uncertain how to carry on with my life. I didn't have plans for the future, not even for the present. The days had become a blurred grey mass and when I drew the twentieth major arcana this morning I was too startled  surprised to believe it. Soon however I should find out that I was not only receiver of this card, but mostly its executor.

On my way home I come upon a traffic light. It is red and I stop. The cars drive on the streets like they always do. Behind me a man about my age walks towards this traffic light. He is dressed in light blue jeans and a white pullover with orange sleeves; his hair is white like snow. Unlike me however he doesn’t stop at the red light... A car driver blows his horn. My hand reaches out and grabs ... thin air.

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beep. beep. beep.

The constant beeping of the ECG machine fills the operation theatre as the doctors do their work; trying to safe what I couldn't safe. Of course I am not allowed in there and so the only sound for me is the tap. tap. tap. of my own foot steps as I walk up and down in the hospital's waiting room.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a nurse comes to get me. She leades me through the white plain corridors to a white plain door. I look at her. She nods and I press the door handle to enter the room. I swallow when I see him lying there in his green hospital gown. He looked so unnatural, like something from a sci-fi film, with all the hoses and wires attached to his body. The nurse asures me that he is just asleep from the anaesthesia and that his condition isn't as bad as it looks, but I just can't believe it. It just looked so unnatural. I don't even listen to her while she tells me that hoses only contain painkillers and blood and that he didn't recieve any serious injuries, just a few broken bones and bloodloss. Without a word I place the books he was carrying on a table and sit down on a chair next to his bed, waiting for him to wake up.

The nurse leaves. Silence fills the room.

Sometimes, when all your life you set in the rain under heavy black clouds, when the earth beneath you is soaked in your tears and blood, when you have died a long time ago and your body keeps living for no purpose, then the blow of a horn might repel the shadows and a hand will grab you and pull you out of your insensibility. Little did I know that it would be my hand.

I am on my way back home from university. I study theology and philosophy, simply because I don’t know what else to do. After I fulfilled the destination, that Shadi gave me, I became uncertain how to carry on with my life. I didn't have plans for the future, not even for the present. The days had become a blurred grey mass and when I drew the twentieth major arcana this morning I was too startled  surprised to believe it. Soon however I should find out that I was not only receiver of this card, but mostly its executor.

ryou-in-the-dark

amanebaku

He blinked at the white haired male and tilted his head. "What would you do if I was~?" He asked and smirked at the other then. "Ryou Bakura, right~?"

Amanebaku started following you