Three months. Three months of coddling his new baby girl. Three months of being docile and silent--and strangely content with that concept. Were the circumstances any different, every instinct in Bakura's mind and body would all scream for him to move--to do something bold or new or even dangerous. And yet, now he found himself completely complacent in simply staying at home, and caring for his daughter.
Kisara was nearly always away now on business, and that left the once anarchistic Thief King as something of a... housewife. It was not somewhere he had expected to be. Yet, it was not somewhere he protested upon finding himself. He could not--would not, be kept from his little girl. Djeserit. His entire world was now focused on the tiny creature that could do little more than gurgle and cry. He was hers, utterly and without question. Him. The King of Thieves.
And his computer lay in the corner, gathering dust.
Thiefy was more of a loner now than he had ever truly been, he realized one day as he changed Djeserit's diaper. Aside from the baby girl he cradled in his arms, and Dartz, he was the epitome of alone. It was a strange change from being around fangirling humans and evil entities day in and day out. He'd grown up, in a way. Three thousand years of life, three years of new life, and he had become a married man with a child, far away from the dank depths of the internet.
His birthday passed, and he did not mention it to anyone. Dartz offered him a mountain of cream puffs, complete with a candle amidst the mass of pastries. He'd even had a chance to call Ryou, and see how he was doing. There would always be a void in his shriveled up heart without his Hikari around. Otherwise, the event drew by without any hoopla.
He never said a word about it, but his nostalgia hung in the air. He reflected upon his life until this point--a life that had suffered more pain than he could describe, but also joy. A joy that was filling his core, tackling the darkness within him head on.
Three days after his birthday, he picked up his laptop.
It was late at night, the baby was asleep, Dartz was out--with Marik, likely--and Thiefy was alone with his thoughts and that ever-budding nostalgia. Those feelings picked and picked at him, until he finally found his hands reaching for the old machine that had a tendency to bring him nothing but trouble. He flipped it open, and gazed upon the screen of Tumblr.
Much time had passed, if the counter of said time was a mortal. With every moment on this short on the Earth that passed, every second had to be tasted, savored. In three months, a whole new life could be had.
He wondered if he'd finally managed to fade against the background once again. If he was no longer thought of, noted, or wondered about. If he had been forgotten.
These thoughts chimed in his mind as managed to type out some half-assed "Hello" he pulled straight out of his arse and placed upon the dashboard of any who still thought of him.
Who still listened for him.
But whether they listened or not, he spoke.
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