Well I fully intended to rewrite Everything but this came out instead. I will cite the inspiration for this to Rain by Patti Griffin [hence the title]. Beautiful song, I heard it once on the TV show Bones and YouTubed it.

There will be a second part but I have no idea when it'll be done. I have an idea but I gotta think some more on how I want it to go. As for my other story [for those of you who've read Hate Me, It's Easier], I'm still letting the next chapter simmer a bit to make sure it's right before posting it.


"Are you sure Anzu?" Yugi asked over the phone.

Anzu smiled softly.

"Yes I just need some time to myself is all. To sort some things out." She replied.

"Ok well...call me when you get home."

"I will." She promised

I know how you worry.

They exchanged goodbyes and hung up. Her shoulders slumped as she dropped her phone in her jacket pocket then folded her arms across her chest. Her thoughts wandered as she walked towards the bridge. The past few years had certainly been eventful; from Pegasus and Duelist Kingdom to Malik and Battle City and finally Bakura, the spirit who dwell within the Millennium Ring that Ryou wore. Or at least he used to. Anzu frowned as her thoughts stopped there. Moving to the railing of the bridge, she hoisted herself up. She kept a hand on the railing to steady herself as she opened her umbrella to curb the light rain that started to fall. She found herself thinking about a lot lately, more so since Shadi decided to separate Ryou and the Spirit, giving the Spirit his own body and making him mortal. That decision certainly came as a shock to everyone, especially the beings in question.

A change had occurred in the former spirit. He became more secluded and reserved. According to Ryou, Bakura kept to himself mostly and stayed in his room; only coming out when Ryou forced him to for food, a shower or fresh air. Anzu started seeing Bakura at the park more often during her evening strolls, especially on nights when her friends had a get-together and she didn't go. They never spoke but more than once she would catch him watching her. It frightened her at first, now it intrigued her. Why did he watch her?

Bakura cursed as the rain began to fall. What did Ryou tell him on his way out the door? Oh right, 'don't forget an umbrella'. Now he wished he hadn't brushed him off. It had become a habit to ignore his lighter side but he never felt guilty about it before. Becoming a mortal forced a conscience on Bakura and Shadi forced him to relive what he'd done in the past three thousand years. Though no longer immortal he still possessed a strength within but it slowly dwindled. He had no idea what to do with himself now that he was mortal. He refused to be included in Ryou's group of friends who would most likely kill him as soon as look at him. Not that he blamed them. He did make their lives a living hell. He realized his grudge against the Pharaoh for something he had no part in was ridiculous. However, that didn't make his dislike for the man shrink in any way. Oh no, he still hated the Pharaoh; he just resigned himself the task of killing him and obtaining his puzzle. He didn't expect forgiveness nor acceptance of any kind. The few times Ryou managed to drag him along to any outings, he often sat to the side; out of sight, out of mind. Once or twice the mutt tried to start a fight only because he knew Bakura wouldn't retaliate or he would face Shadi. Each time, the girl, who followed after the Pharaoh, would put a stop to it. After the third time he stopped going, citing that he had no need to get help from a woman. Anzu said nothing, deciding to hold her tongue for once. She merely nodded and turned away.

To be completely honest with himself, something he didn't normally do when it came to feelings, he didn't like how he felt when near her. He wasn't sure exactly when it started, or why, nor did he understand how to deal with it. After spending a few nights alone in the house while Ryou was out, depression threatened to take hold of him and he forced himself outside. Eventually he found the park. Here in the dark, he felt he could explore these new found emotions that surged through him. Until he saw her. The harbinger of his torment. On the nights Ryou got together with his friends, she often came to the park then she walked over to the bridge nearby. She would sit on the railing for a few hours, lost in thought, before leaving. On occasion, she caught him watching her. He saw the fear in her eyes when she first spotted him. Gradually the fear began to fade and he had been glad for it. He knew not why. Though they never spoke, an understanding seemed to pass between them. He spotted a bench across the street from the bridge and walked to it. Looking up at the bridge he saw a familiar form.

Anzu spotted him from the corner of her eye as he walked to a bench. Immediately she noticed his lack of an umbrella and frowned. Surely Ryou would've told him to take one.

He would've brushed him off most likely.

Forgetting her previous train of thought, she jumped off the railing and walked over to him. She didn't know what compelled her to move but she ignored the voice in her head telling her stop and followed her heart.

Bakura had stretched out on the bench and closed his eyes so he didn't see the girl approach him until he no longer felt raindrops on his face. Peeking open one eye, he saw something obstructing his view of the sky. Upon opening the other eye, he discovered the object to be an umbrella sitting in the hands of Anzu Masaki. He rose a curious brow.

"You'll catch your death out here." She spoke softly.

He snorted and closed his eyes again. "I can hardly wait."

Anzu rolled her eyes. The man was impossible. An edge of the bench remained open by his head and she seated herself there. They sat in silence for several moments.

"Why are you here?" He asked in mild annoyance.

"Just needed some time to myself. Haven't really had any since Duelist Kingdom." She replied.

Silence fell again.

"What is the real reason you stopped accompanying Ryou?"

His brow wrinkled slightly at her question. How could he answer that if he didn't really know the answer himself.

"What makes you think that wasn't?" He asked.

"You can't be a convincing liar if you don't believe in the lie." She told him as she looked down at him.

"What would a goody two shoes like you know about lying?" He asked.

"Enough to make it believable. Students aren't allowed to have jobs unless in a secondary school. In my second year, I lied on an application so I could work and save up the money I needed to go to New York. My parents died just before the school found out about my job. I told them I needed the money to help my parents who were sick. They actually died in a car accident somewhere overseas. It saved me from expulsion and I could finish school just like I promised my parents I would. Eventually I had to quit."

She ended softly, not knowing why she shared this with him. Something made her comfortable around him. Odd thing in itself really considering what he used to be. He sat up suddenly, his body inches from her own.

"You seem different Bakura," She began. "Unsure."

"You try having someone turn you from immortality to mortality, let's see how well you deal with it." He bit out.

Anzu smiled slightly, almost in sadness.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so...."

Her brows knitted together as her brain failed to supply a word. Bakura started chuckling. She whipped her head around to face him, her face now reflecting confusion and a slight bit of anger.

"What the hell is so funny?" She asked.

"You." He replied. "You apologize without even knowing why."

"Glad to see I amuse you so." She said, her tone dry with sarcasm.

He shrugged. The rain started to fall harder. He froze when she slid closer to him, their legs barely touching, and she brought the umbrella over his head.

What the hell is she doing?

"It won't do for you to catch a cold. Ryou worries enough about you." She spoke quietly as if reading his mind.

"There's nothing to worry about." He scoffed.

"You may think but he doesn't. Despite everything you've put him through, he still cares about you. You are the only family he has." She told him.

Bakura shifted uncomfortably. Ryou had, indeed, endured the worst of all of them yet he stuck around. Bakura didn't understand it and he probably never would. Ryou could be an oddball at times, much like the girl beside him.

No, not girl. Not anymore at least. She had blossomed into a grown woman now. And much to his chagrin, a very beautiful one. Times like these made him glad for separate bodies. No need for Ryou to know about this. He'd never hear the end of it.

"What was it like?" She asked suddenly.

He looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"When you were forced to relive all those years in mere moments?" She elaborated.

He stayed silent for a long moment. So long, in fact, she thought that maybe she deeply offended him. Her mouth opened to apologize.

"Painful. Unlike anything I've ever known. Three thousand years worth in mere minutes would break a normal persons mind. The brain can only handle so much." He responded in a low voice.

"I don't belong here." He added as an afterthought.

Anzu frowned. "What are you talking about? Of course you do, Ryou needs you."

"Ryou deserves better than me. Y-" He stopped himself.

He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

"If you're worried about my friends, you shouldn't be. They forgave Malik, they should be able to do the same for you." She told him.

He said nothing. After a few moments, Anzu put the umbrella in his hand and stood up.

"For what it's worth Bakura," She began. "I forgive you."

Drawing up the hood of her jacket, she walked away, leaving him alone on the bench.


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