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By Snare-chan

Pairings: Hinted Yami Bakura
Ratings: PG
Category(ies): General
Warning(s): None

Status: One-shot, complete
Summary: Just taking a peek into the mind of our favorite Pharaoh, into a side of him that only one person can possibly bring out in him…

Notes: Done in exactly 58 minutes I wrote this in challenge to a fic challenge in one of the lj communities. Hopefully I did this right. Also, thanks again Lizzie (Cassandra Cassidy) for the title, since I suck so badly at these things.

Disclaimer: I dun own YuGiOh!; wish I did like everyone else. They should put YGO in stock, then I'd buy it all!

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Again and again, he comes.

In some strange way, it amused Yami to no end how hard it was to get rid of Bakura. He'd already defeated him on numerous occasions, and yet every single time he managed to come back. To a point, Yami was almost counting on the other to always return.

In another twisted way, he was also intrigued by the fact that Bakura could escape death. If one were to count how Bakura escaped into the Ring 3000 years ago, it could be said that Bakura had laughed in the face of death a good three or four times (that Yami was aware of). No one save perhaps Yami himself had ever been able to accomplish such feats, and unwittingly he respected Bakura's talent at avoiding the Grim Reaper.

Though he knew he shouldn't be so interested in the thief, he couldn't help but marvel at his talent. How did he do it? How was it even magically possible for a soul to escape so many times unscathed? Even to Yami, Bakura was the enigma of enigmas. More questions than facts or answers surrounded the white-haired man, and this fact left Yami thinking about him more than he probably would have liked.

Despite the fact that Bakura was aiming to always come back for him, whether to defeat him or accomplish some unknown agenda, Yami couldn't really say he was all that bothered. In all actuality, he was finding the challenge to be a constant one as well as one that didn't grow old over time.

It was more like…a fine wine; the battles just grew better with time. Each new challenge thrilled him, though he'd never admit that to anyone, and each victory tasted just as sweet as the last. As the duels grow more heated, the stakes gain more importance, and as his and Bakura's skills are put more to the test each time Yami can't help but feel as if he were truly alive again.

No one could bring out this primal urge to fight and come out the winner in Yami like Bakura could. It was one thing to duel his friends in fun, and another to fight Seto Kaiba and keep that ego from flooding this world, but it's a completely different matter when it's with Bakura.

There is sort of a thrill that accompanies each of their duels, one that Yami feels he is becoming too accustomed and addicted to. To be honest, Yami wasn't sure what he'd do if Bakura didn't come back one of these times. So Yami simply didn't think about such things, because it just seemed that Bakura was too stubborn to just roll over and die.

That and Yami had all the confidence in the world that the thief wasn't going anywhere.

-Fin-