"It's really sad, poor, poor Pharaoh," I say.
"Shut up," he answers, voice muffled. He likes to lie on his stomach for some reason, propping the pillow under his head, tucking his hands underneath. I can't imagine any Pharaoh sleeping like that, but well, this is another time, another era. "As if 'Bakura' is your name."
"It is," I protest. "Why is that so hard to believe?"
He moves a little as if he wants to shrug, but he's lying so comfortably that it's a half-assed attempt, and just a few muscles ripple, his skin tightening. That lovely, beautiful flawless skin, that I touched just seconds ago. He smacks his lips, those pretty, small lips that are so sweet and tender to kiss. It's because of Yuugi, he claims, who uses chapstick all the time in these chilly days of approaching winter. The low temperature outside are the reason why it's so warm in the room; the mighty Pharaoh dislikes being cold.
"I wonder what your name is," I say.
"So do I."
"You'll have to find out, one day."
"I will find out."
I know he will. He has to, for the sake of my own plans. Without his name, I can forget about the whole set-up of my ultimate Dark RPG. But he has his minions, who are laughably devoted to him, like a flock of mindless drones following their 'leader'. If only they knew.
"Tired?" I ask. He opens one eye, to give me a curious look.
"You usually do not stay."
"Because you don't want me to."
"I do not want them to hear us." Now he lifts his head up from the pillow and yawns very much unlike a dignified Pharaoh. "I do not want them to find out about us."
"I'm your dirty little secret." I nod. It doesn't matter. I'm his, he's mine. We don't even remember when it started, but we know we're not about to stop. I look past his bare shoulders, spotting the Sennen Puzzle on the desk. I've made it quite clear that I'm not interested in the artifact; it doesn't play a part yet, not yet. The Pharaoh made it through Battle City; the next step is for him to go to the National Museum to present the God Cards to the Ceremonial Tablet. That will effectively mean the end of our... 'relationship', but I don't think he realizes it. This is all new to him, he doesn't remember.
And unlike him, I have my memories. I know them all too well. In preparation for my Dark RPG, I had to relive through it all again, and it was horrifying. It's a fate I wish upon no one, except for my enemy... who is lying right next to me, asleep. Yuugi is going to be surprised to wake up without his star-splattered pajamas, that's for sure. I'm very sorely tempted to just stay until the moment that Yuugi actually wakes up; the look on his face should be priceless. At least Yuugi is innocent, I don't have any qualms with him; but for now, the Pharaoh's vessel should stay innocent. I need him later, to do my work - and I don't have any qualms using him either.
He's going to experience his memories again, even if he doesn't know it yet. Just look at him, ignorance is bliss. He's handsome, he's sexy, he's an arrogant son of a bitch. He really thinks he can get away with it, because he's the Pharaoh. He basks in the unlimited faith and trust his 'friends' have in him, thinking it gives him a free card to do whatever he wants. Well, his luck with games is about to run out.
"I know everything about you," I say, knowing he doesn't hear me. Ignorance is bliss, sleep is for those who don't know. Or don't care, perhaps. "Everything but your name. But I'll know soon enough, and then you'll remember what it's like to lose everything you hold dear. Because you're going to die again, and again, and again, until you learn."
With that said, I lean into him to kiss him on the forehead. He mumbles something inaudible, and for a moment I think he has overheard me - but he remains lying still, and doesn't wake up. I roll out of the bed, careful to not hit my head on the low ceiling. The attic room is quite spacious, and shows every sign of its inhabitant, a young boy. Not a boy-king, but a real, High School kid, who had the fortune to solve the Sennen Puzzle. He inherited the power of the Dark Games... and he also inherited himself a powerful enemy. My Darkness is strong enough to support the RPG I'm preparing, and I'll be ready for him. My memories serve me right, up until the end. The final end.