(Bakura's POV)

I'm starting to wake up from my sleep. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Rin. She was lying next to me and sleeping. She looked peaceful when she was asleep. Her hands, which were bloody, had connected them. Suddenly, I noticed that my entire upper body was hidden by bandages. ‚Was she the one who did this?'

Apparently. Someone else probably wouldn't have. I started to turn up and I looked around. We were in an oasis. The sun was slowly down. I've probably been sleeping all day.

Then I saw the whole bandage that was lying all over the ground. But not just that was there. No, even in wood bowls, water and seemingly self-made ointment. "Did she do all this? And if so, why?" They looked at her that she was completely exhausted. And yet. She had only taken care of my wounds before she went to sleep.

The fact made a warm feeling in my stomach. That was new to me. I didn't know what that was. Not less than what it should mean. I declared myself crazy.

Then I got a lot of memories. She hugged me. I was so strange about another person. Why did she do that? And she didn't have any institutions to let me go. And for a reason I didn't know, I couldn't push her away from me. Part of me said, "Don't do it. Don't push them away!" but my other side, which I was convinced that this was my normal, cold side said, "Push it away! She's making you weak! Don't let it happen!"

At that moment, when they hugged me, these two sides fought against each other. That was the first time my cold, merciless part didn't come out right now. She triggered something in me. Something I didn't know. Something that told me it could be my downfall. And yet I didn't want to leave her like that. I couldn't. I put that thought into being that it could be useful to me. But was it? Was she nothing but a tool for me?

I tried to get up. A strong pain pulled through my body immediately. I moaning in pain and I saw back to the ground. "Pathetic." I warned myself. But not enough.

Rin seemed to have awakened from the sounds. She stared at me with big eyes. They were no longer red and swollen. You could see the normal blue again.

I just looked at her. I didn't know what would come. I waited until she finally started talking.

(Rin's POV)
I heard a moaning. There was a stubborn bang on it. I opened my eyes in a powerful way and stared in the purple eyes of Bakura. He held his stomach. His face was painful. Still, he looked at me with a questionable look.

"How are you?" i asked him immediately and looked at him.
"Could be better." He returned cold.
Then silence was, which Bakura tried to interrupt.
"Did you take care of my wounds?" he asked me and pointed to the things that were on the ground. I saw moving and scratching my neck.
"Yes, I did. I didn't want them to ignite." I said honestly and looked at him again.
"Why?" he asked dry.
"He asked that seriously?" "Well, because you could die from the infections. I wanted to avoid that." I explained him without understanding. Then he asked again.
"Why?"
I pulled my eyebrows together. Isn't that obvious?" But it was a legitimate question somewhere. "That's clear. I wanted to...' I broke off. Yeah, what did I want? Why didn't I want him to die? Somewhere deep down, I could think it. But I rejected the thought immediately.
'Yeah?' he kept looking. That was my nerve. I've been shaking my arms in front of my chest.
"This isn't important right now?" i said cynical. But he just didn't want to stop asking.
"Why were your hands bloody. Why did you cry? Why did you seem to be awake all night? Why did you hug me? Why did you take care of me first than yourself? Why didn't you just leave when I went into the shrine? Why didn't you just run away? Why did you stay there? And what was your fault?" he asked so many questions that I didn't come right. But I didn't get confused with it. I took the truth from him. Lies didn't bring anything.

I was convinced, "Why my hands were bloody? Because I've been looking for you all the time. I put away every single damn stone. Why did I cry? Because I thought you were dead. I don't know why myself, but the thought made me sad. Why I hugged you? Because I've been looking for you all night. I thought you were dead! And when I saw you, I just couldn't help. Why I didn't know myself. Why I took care of you first? Because you had much more severe injuries than I did. Why didn't I leave? Because I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave you there. Why? I don't know myself. What was my fault? I thought I was to blame for you being dead. I had the chance to get you out of there, but I was scared. Fear of death, because the Pharaoh and his guardians were standing against the ruins.'

I stared at him. He replied. Seemed to be processing the word. After a few minutes of silence, he still said nothing. Just looking at me. He didn't seem to have anything to say anything. So I asked him back.
"And why did you save me. And why didn't you push me from you when I hugged you?" still again. But I waited patiently. I wanted to know. He saw the ground and seemed to wrestle with himself. "What was the matter with him?"

But then he raised his head again and answered. 'I... He pulled out his witty answer. I looked at him. "You're not serious? I answered his questions and all I get from him is a "I don't know?" you can't be serious?"

But before I could protest. He wanted to get up. He was short, but he was a lot back to the ground.

Before he hit this one, I caught him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't control it. Perplex, I stared at him. Still, not really realized what I had done. I let him go like I burned myself on him.

He looked at me.
"What are you doing?" i asked him.
"I wanted to go back to the Kingdom." he said cool. But I was staring at him without any sense.
"You can forget! Have you ever looked at yourself? You have an inflamed wound that I still have to treat." I said bit.
"I don't care." he said cold. "My God. Never seen such a stubborn person before."
I didn't hear that fire, and I kept a knife in. He was sceptical about it. "What are you doing?" he asked. But I ignored him. I had to burn out the wound or it'll only get even stronger. The wound is on his leg. When I saw the knife was hot enough, I took it out of the fire and went to Bakura.
"No! You can forget that. I don't need your help!" he gave him a little bit of himself.
I was just sighing.
"My God, without burning, your leg will infect itself. Then you can't walk and die. Is that what you want?" i asked him with a little louder voice. He just looked at me and seemed to think about it. He nodded.

I went for the last few meters and kneel in front of him. He stretched his leg with the injury so I could look better. "How nice of him."
I saw the wound. She was very swollen and totally open at the spot. I took some water first and I let it go over the wound so most of the dirt was gone.

I felt the sharp look of Bakura that was lying on me all along. But I didn't make any institutions look at him, too. I tried to ignore it and I consented on the wound.

Then I took the glowing knife and I was about to hold it on the skin. Something inside me was resisting him again. But I had to. He'll die.
"It will hurt very much now. I'm not trying to leave it on your skin any longer than I have to.
"Don't worry, I can take that. The knife is not a magic like the whip, he returned. I nodded and looked at the wound again.

Then I've already pushed the glowing metal on the wound. The sight alone looked painful. I saw Bakura, who didn't get a face. He was just staring at the distance with emotionally. I admired him for holding such things. I'd have run away yelling by now.

I quickly took the knife off the wound when I realized it wasn't necessary. I've thrown it away in the sand.

"That's it." I said and looked at him again.
"Well then we can go." he said and made institutions up again. Reflexably, I pushed my hands on his chest and pushed him back to the ground. He looked at me. I noticed how I got warm again. My hands were on his chest. I felt the heartbeat. He was strong and regular. And regular lifting and sinking of his chest.

Perplex, I stared at him. I feel my face turned red. A reaction that's never happened to me. I was frozen. My hands still put on his chest. I looked at him with big eyes and with a face that seemed to be in the sun too long.

He looked at me. I didn't get any institutions to push my hands away again. I would have liked it this time, because I was unable to take my hands away. I felt the way his chest lifted and lowered.

I was lucky to say that most of his skin was hidden by bandages. Otherwise, I'd have a much bigger problem.

Then I felt the vibration of his body on my hands, because he started talking. "What else is it?" he asked me with a clay that I didn't know about him. She wasn't cold. Not emotionally. You could hear some warmth in her. And... Nervousness?

I finally took my hands off his chest. Only now I realized I had stopped breathing. I'm now fixing the floor. This one just seemed much more interesting to me than anything around me. Then I tried to speak. The emphasis was on "tried".
'Uh.... I... I have to... have to... have to... I stumbled, and I kept fixing the floor.

I expected another resistance for his part, but nothing came. "Do what you can't leave." he still said without an emotionally-free voice and held my leg back.

I just stared at him. Then decide to get the bandage quickly. When I had him, I was gonna blow back to Bakura, who looked at the water of the oasis while he was loaded on a palm tree. He seemed to be in mind. His face was relaxed and looked peaceful. In his eyes, the many thoughts could only be seen by that way. That sight had something magical. I stopped and I put my head in the wrong place. I'm watching the strange picture that was going on before me. I probably looked like a weird dreamy teenage girl, as I stood there.

Suddenly, he turned his head to me and his purple eyes hit my blue one. I stared at him. He stared at me. The moment passed at snail speed. It's like time was stopped. I'm drowning in his eyes. But his deep, dark voice woke me. "Do you want to beat roots or what?" he was slightly annoyed, but with a smell of fun in the voice.

I shake my head for a second and I overstepped the last few meters. I kneel before him and I carefully connect, not to hurt him, his leg.
"Don't worry I'm not made of glass. You can put the bandage tighter." He said he was amazed to me again.

His kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind. He raised me, which I didn't like. But somewhere I had to give it to smuggle me.

So I pulled the bandage firmer and I carefully fitted it. "Ready." I gave myself and dropped me back.
"It was time." he said, standing up and running to his horse, which he probably had called earlier. I saw him after he got on the horse. He looked at me. "Are you coming?" he asked and stretched out his hand.

I walked to him and put my hand in his. I was pulled up and I was sitting behind him. I was not sure if I should stay with him.
"Better hold on." he said monoton. I didn't want to disagree with him and I sneaked my arms around his upper body.

Then we'd go. It was night and you could see the thousands of stars in the sky.