we lost a dream we never had;

[bringmemythrone]

Convinced that he couldn't have been too drunk (he was walking in what he thought was a straight line), Bakura had decided to drop in on Shizuka. How long had it been since he'd seen her anyway? He'd been caught up with his new profession that he hadn't paid much attention to life outside of it. Then again, he wasn't sure he had much of a life outside of it.

The Item on his chest seemed to think differently and he felt it hum pleasantly under his shirt, a sensation that he always enjoyed. He couldn't imagine how he'd gone the months (or had it been over a year?) without it. Thinking about it made him greedy, and turned his thoughts to the Rod currently in the Other Malik's possession (still very much Bakura's item, though). Greed probably wasn't the emotion he wanted to be focused on, so he pushed the feeling aside (as much as he could) and knocked on Shizuka's door.

His hand tightened around the plastic bag at his side as he struggled to read the number on the apartment door (or was that a letter?). Maybe he was a little more intoxicated than he'd originally thought. It couldn't be too much of a problem, though, if he'd managed to find his way here with little problem.

[Tag, Shizuka!]