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Ryou's POV

Marik and Malik supported my husband on their shoulders. Bakura's arms were around each of them as they carried him down the block. Walking beside Marik, I could tell he was worried about Bakura and deep in thought.

His eyes were narrowed and he periodically glanced at Bakura's sweating face. When he looked straight ahead, his lip curled and he growled.

“I'll run ahead and get him some compresses ready,” I said. Bakura's face dripped with sweat, his breathing was uneven.

“We should get him to a hospital,” Malik said.

“And what are we supposed to tell them when we got there? A snake bit him? In Domino?” Marik asked with a sharp look at Malik.

“Well, he looks shitty! We have to do something!”

“We can take better care of him here at home. Much better care than the doctors with their modern potions.”

I doubted that.

Bakura's skin was cold and clammy. His skin has been a little on the cold side since we've first met. It's never really bothered me, except in the beginning when he was an abusive bastard.

Malik meant well. I could see him holding Bakura's hand in the street light.

“Hold on, Bakura,” Malik said quietly.

“I'll get things ready at home,” I said, running down the street as fast as my legs could go. I felt my heart pounding as I ran…and a sharp pain in my chest.

It didn't matter, though.

I needed to get home and get things ready for Bakura.

I had to keep going…

When I got home, I held my chest and panted. My pacemaker was struggling to keep up. I could feel it.

Quickly, I gathered some compresses and a blanket.

Bakura needed his soulroom door opened.

Yami was determined to make everyone suffer…especially Bakura.

Bakura didn't deserve it.

I was upstairs and heard the Ishtars carrying Bakura upstairs.

They carried him into the room and carefully put him on the bed. Marik, Malik, and I hurried to get Bakura's shirt and pants off and cool him down with cold compresses.

Bakura's brown eyes looked lackluster, unfocused.

Our efforts eventually reduced Bakura's tremors to a periodic twitch.

Marik sat by Bakura. “I would like a couple minutes with Itemri,” he said in a deep, serious voice.

I gave Bakura a kiss on the cheek. “I'll be back.”

I left with Malik and we went into Malik's room. We didn't want to intrude on their time. “Malik?”

“Yeah?”

I sat on the bed beside him. “You saw that guy I tripped over?”

“I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy paying attention to those two.”

“I wonder who he was.”

“A guy?”

“Yeah. He was in the shadows. I didn't see his face.”

Malik stretched and laid back on the bed. “Could have been one of Yami's minions.”

“It wasn't a duel monster. It looked human.”

“Human?”

I nodded. “Yes, human. Like you and me.”

“Was it anyone we know?”

“Why would they run, Malik, if it was someone we knew?”

Malik shrugged. “I don't know. We all know how protective Marik is over Bakura. Maybe they saw Bakura get hurt and decided to run before World War III happened.”

World War III already happened.

And we won.

We lived through it.

Its cost was heavy.

Aten with his broken bones and a loss of most of the vision in his right eye.

Aria gave birth to her baby boy.

Much to our relief, the baby was unharmed.

“I wonder why someone was hiding. Should we tell Marik?”

“That guy is long gone. What good would it do?”

“Give him a scent. You know our yamis. They're good bloodhounds.”

“That guy is long gone. Ry. There's other things that are on Marik's mind right now.”

I hope Malik was right.

Our security and secret magic has always been our concern.

I have a bad feeling about this.

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Marik's POV

Ryou and Malik left me alone with Bakura. When the door closed, I looked down at him. I leaned into him and grabbed his face with both hands.

“You bastard!” I kissed him on the lips. “You god-damned bastard!” I kissed him again.

“Didn't you pay attention to where you were going?”

Bakura blinked. “I saw you being attacked…..what else was I to do?”

“Stop fucking running would be a start!”

“You would have been attacked…I can't let you get hurt.”

I gripped his collar with one hand and grabbed his chin with the other, making Itemri look at me.

“You listen to me now. Never------ever----do that shit again. Got me?”

Bakura's eyes started to close. I put my fingers on his eyelids and held them open.

“Got me?”

“Y-Yes…..Yes, Jibade.”

I released his eyes and he blinked tiredly. I leaned over further and hugged him.

“Itemri, you can be so damn careless sometimes!”

“Is that what I get for saving your ass?”

I just remained there, praying for him. Itemri rarely called me by my middle name. When he did, he was serious. It was almost a term of endearment.

I raised my head and kissed him on the lips again. “You fool.”

A small smile appeared on his face. “You're welcome.”

Itemri's hand pet my hair. “I'll be okay, Ishtar. Don't worry.”

“How can I NOT worry about you? You're my bitch.”

Itemri chuckled a little bit.

“Do you need anything?”

“Water would be nice.”

I reached over and handed Bakura the cup of water. He took it from me and drank quickly followed by coughing.

I took the cup and set it aside.

“I worry about your ass, Itemri.”

Bakura laughed. “Don't worry. You or Ryou will be pounding it in no time.”

“Bastard,” I snickered.

“You like it.”

“True. I never complained.”

“I know you never have. You never talk with your mouth full,” Itemri grinned.

Bakura was doing a good job of making me feel better.

“I savor whatever goes in there,” I replied.

“Like chicken.”
”Moan,” I grinned.

“Or meat.”

“Hard meat?”

Itemri grinned. “Rock hard meat.”

I felt a shudder run through me….a good shudder.

“No pounding until you get through this.”

Itemri pouted.

I love that pout.

It was sexy.

It makes me want to pound him into next week.

He yawned and I leaned into his chest again, resting my head there.

“No falling asleep on me yet. Got it?”

“Yes, dear,” Itemri snickered.

“Are you going to be okay?”

Itemri grinned and raised an eyebrow at me. “I've been through worse, Ishtar, if you remember. Yeah, it hurts like a bitch, but I'll live through it. At least you are safe. Sure, I'm safe because of you, Itemri.”

“You could have put yourself in danger.”

“I'm dead, Marik. You can't kill that which is already dead.”

“Still…..”

“Ishtar, don't worry. I'm a tough spirit. What killed me only made me stronger.”

Bakura's right. Nothing is scary after death. I used to fear death. But after dying, I wondered why I did.

Granted, I thought I would die in the lap of luxury with a grand tomb, being one of the most influential and powerful Noble families in Egypt. I didn't have a tomb. I had the desert sands as my tomb, animals chewing at Bakura's corpse and my own.

I died a commoner's death.

But I was with Itemri.

That only mattered to me.

I laid there with my head against Bakura's chest for a while before I felt his hand slip down my hair slowly.

Raising my eyes I saw Bakura's own eyes close and his breathing became shallow.

If he can sleep off the toxin, he should be feeling normal tomorrow.

I stood up carefully and tucked him into bed. I pulled the comforter and sheets up to his chest.

“Pleasant dreams, Itemri.”

I leaned down and kissed Itemri's cheek.

I brushed my fingers through his white, spiky hair and crept out of the room.

I shut the door behind me and went into my bedroom.

“Hello, guys,” I said leaning against the wall.

“How's is he?” Ryou asked.

“He's sleeping now. He'll be okay. He was laughing a little bit ago.”

Ryou heaved a sigh of relief. “I'm glad he'll be okay. I was worried.”

“Bakura's strong. He'll be fine, Ry,” Malik said.

“I know. I'm a little tired, too. I think I'll go to sleep. Goodnight, Malik.”

Ryou kissed Malik's cheek and walked up to me.

“Goodnight, Marik,” he said leaning into me.

I pulled Ryou into my arms and swept him off his feet. “Goodnight, my sexy boy.”

His eyes widened when I kissed him deeply. His body melted against mine.

I put him back on his feet and grinned. “Goodnight, baby.”

He giggled and waved to me. “Yes, Goodnight.”

Ryou left and I grinned at my other half.

“Do you want me to kiss you goodnight, too?”

Malik jumped off the bed and threw himself at me. “What about pounding me goodnight instead?”

“I think that can be arranged.”

I smiled and pushed the door closed with my ass.

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Normal POV

 

Aten walked in the house and looked around. “This place seems different.”

“Nothing changed,” Miranda said.

“I want to see my studio.”

Robbie looked around. “Where did dad go, mom?”

“He went to the store for some groceries.”

Aten walked to his studio and opened the door slowly. He looked inside and saw the painting he was working on covered. His paintings were still arranged how he left them.

His plants had been well taken care of.

His altar to Ra, Osiris, Anubis, and Isis had new candles and the tablecloth looked washed.

His black candle remained on the table, the inscription partially done.

Robbie came into the studio and saw Aten wandering aimlessly. “We kept it up for you. We cleaned your altar, made sure your paints were closed and covered your painting when it was dried. I watered your plants every day.”

“Thank you. I didn't want my paints to go bad.”

Aten walked over to his paints. “Robbie, can you turn on the light for me? I can't see the paints.”

Robbie turned on the lights and saw Aten hold the can of paint close to his face. “Can you see what you are looking at?”

 

Aten's POV

 

No.

I couldn't make the color out.

I held the can closer until it collided with my nose.

Just a little closer…..

Ow.

I hit my nose with the paint can.

I put it down onto the table with a little slam.

“Damn it.”

“What's wrong, Aten?” Robbie asked.

“I can't see the paint name or color.”

Robbie walked up to me and picked up the can. “Lilac Purple.”

I was walking to the couch when I hit my foot against the metal leg of the table.

“OW!”

“You walked right into it, Aten! You okay?”

“I thought the table was over there!”

I pointed a couple of feet away.

“No, it was right here. It's been here since the addition to my house was done.”

I must be having problems with depth perception.

How could I paint if I had a hard time with depth?

I carefully walked over to the couch and sat down. I removed my shoes and socks and rubbed the foot that I crashed against the table.

“We can work around all this, Aten. I can go out tomorrow and get you a magnifying glass so you can see your paints.”

“How can that help my paintings if I can't see things in depth?”

“Aten, you've had problems before and you always found a way to overcome them. Art is about expressing, Aten. Your paintings have always been excellent. You haven't even tried to paint yet. Wait until you try. Then see how things go.”

I ran my fingers through my blond and white hair. “I guess so.”

Robbie stood in front of me. “I know you will be wonderful. You are damn good at what you do.”

“You think so?”

“I sure do! So do your fans! I said I had something special when you came home. I'm going to cook you dinner, then we're going to watch some tv. Then tonight, I'm gonna give you a shower and a good rub down. I put clean sheets on the bed, too.”

Robbie always tried hard to cheer me up when I felt down. He's always been like that.

“I think I need to lay down for a little, Robbie.”

“Okay,” he said standing up. “I'll let you get some rest.”

I stood up and hugged Robbie. “Thank you for taking care of my studio while I was away.”

Robbie kissed my cheek. “Anytime. Pleasant dreams, Aten.”

I watched Robbie leave and I laid down on the couch carefully. My neck was a little uncomfortable on the couch, but once I got the soft pillow under my head, I couldn't hold my eyes open.

 

*****Robbie's POV****

 

I left Aten in his Studio and returned upstairs. I had everything ready for tonight that I needed. Oils, lotions, clean bed sheets.

I know Aten and I can't make love on the bed yet.

My hands just want to touch him.

He's been gone for so long, it felt good to have him home.

It's been forever since I could just be with him….enjoy his company….cuddle up to him in bed.

Tonight, I hope that I can make it special for both of us.

 

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