(i know i kill my brother in this but, i couldn't find any way for this to work.atem!)
There were tears on my face. There were tears on bakura's face, too. But it was okay-the tears helped wash away some of the blood.
There was a lot of blood. Neither the pharaoh nor the thief had promised to go easily.
They had been very strong: the pharaoh and his disapproving gaze, the thief and his calculations. Very strong. If the attack had been from anyone else, bakura would have destroyed him quickly and carelessly.
But it was from me,i know father and mother would greatly disapprove,and i might not go to the after life, but our love was too strong,and bakura would be there with me in the shadows, right?
...if only they hadn't been so against me and bakura's relationship...
But bakura wasn't stupid. He knew the rule: love has to be forbidden; otherwise it's not true love.
And true love is full of obstacles.
And obstacles can be removed.
It was full of disapproval. It was the perfect romance.
bakura wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, then crawled over the bodes of the priests to where i was sitting. He pushed the pharaoh's corpse to the side and wrapped his arms around the other me. i was still shaking a little, so bakura loosened his fingers from around the dagger and set it on the ground. He gave the other me a quick hug, and pulled back with a smile.
"It's okay now," bakura said earnestly. "We're going to be fine from now on."
i stared at the blood on my hands and the corpse of the pharaoh-my brother,the one that helped me regain my memories,that took care of me when i was sick,that did all he could for me.........the one that i KILLED!- for several long moments. Then i tilted my head up and gazed at bakura. A small smile began to tug at the corners of my lips.
"Yeah," i replied. He reached down and caressed my cheek, ignoring the fresh smears of blood. "We'll be happy."
i moved my hand to cup the back of bakura's head before leaning in for a kiss.
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