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Bakura slowly got up and stretched, handing his son back to the nurse. He paced slowly over to the boy who was hooked up to so many wires, tubes, and other things he didn't know. Back in Egypt, no one ever had to be hooked up to so many gadgets and strange devices. If the person was going to die, they died. They had no life support back in Egypt. That was a pity. Maybe he could've saved his family using some of the modern technology they had today. Then again, it was 5000 years ago. There was nothing he could do about that now.

He stroked Ryou's forehead gently, and the beautiful doe eyes opened slowly, almost reluctantly. "Ryou?" Bakura asked softly, his voice hardly above a whisper. His aibou's eyebrows raised slowly, asking him why he was here. Then they went back down again, and his searching eyes looked Bakura's face up and down, checking to see if he was ok. The twin's eyes clashed, green against brown. Not a very nice combination, but in the other's eyes, the other's eye color matched theirs perfectly. The nurse had set down the baby in a small carrier, and was ready to pull the life support plug.

"Are you ready, Mr. Bakura?" she asked kindly. Bakura only swallowed and inclined his head a fraction of an inch. With that, the nurse pulled the life support plug out of the socket connected to the electricity wires in the hospital, and left them alone after that.

As soon as the plug was pulled out, Ryou had immediately had trouble breathing. As every second passed, he got paler and paler, and the yami knew his precious hikari didn't have much time to live. Hurriedly, yet gently, he lifted his son out of his carrier and showed him to Ryou.

"Ryou...this is our kid," he said softly. Ryou only shook his head, and made an attempt to speak.

"Not mine...yours," he said. Bakura was shocked. What he mean, the kid was his? After all, he was Ryou's too, whether he was dead or alive. But then, in Ryou words, the parent had to be alive to be called a 'parent' of the kid. Or at least a living one.

"Ryou...then you should at least name it," he protested, wanting something of Ryou's to actually be passed on to the kid other than blood type, genetics, hair color, eye color, and/or shyness.

With his last breath, Ryou said, "His name will be Ririshii," then his eyes closed and his labored breathing stopped. Bakura knew what Ririshii meant. It meant brave. He knew Ryou had meant that for both of them, that he should be brave and not waste away after he had died. But if he cried a bit, he couldn't help it. Of course, people were meant to shed some tears. If they didn't, they most likely weren't human. Of course, he had never seen Pharaoh shed tears. But he was the frikkin' ruler of ancient Egypt! His people couldn't see him breaking down over death or anything. Then he wouldn't be a godforsaken Pharaoh!

He remembered he had cried before. When his family died. His mind wandered back to that moment in time. He had been walking towards his family, or rather, running. His mother was smiling and her arms were open, like welcoming him to come and enter. Then the smiling figure was gone. Instead, all he saw was a crumpled body on the ground with a spear through it. It was the same with his sister. Everywhere he looked, he saw someone he knew and loved dying. Before, it was always only his family. Now there was a new figure added. A figure with albino white hair, a striped shirt, and green trench coat. It was Ryou. Bakura's eyes widened with shock. Was this where people went in the afterlife? To other people's worst memories? To haunt them and torment them with terrible images until they eventually committed suicide? Was this what really happened? Then from the sky came a sweet gentle voice saying, "Bakura-san, I love you so much. Take good care of Ririshii and tell him I love him as much as you." Bakura only smiled. He knew that voice. The voice of his lover, Ryou Bakura.