AN: Haha, Ryou would be really pathetic if he was scared of storms. He does live in England… Sorry if you think he is but I ain't buying it :p

And I don't own anything in this fic. Except a window- I do have a window and a windowsill.

Electric fires through the clouds, illuminating the night sky over Domino. Water pounds into the ground, eroding grass into mud. Lights flash on in houses all over the city as families comfort their youngest. These small pinpricks are swallowed as another errant spark crashes through the heavens.

In a still-dark apartment a young boy stares out of the window. His family aren't comforting him. Despite many others' assumptions, even if he did have a family to comfort him, they wouldn't need to.

Lighting flickers against the grey again and darkness encroaches on the room…

"You're not scared are you?" He mocks from behind me. I'm quite sure he's sneering… Then again he almost always is. Without tearing my gaze from the storm I arch an eyebrow even though he can't see it.

"And if I am?" Snickers erupt at the same time as the crack is heard. Talk about dramatic coincidences. Maybe he practised- it wouldn't surprise me.

"Well, you'd be even more pathetic than I'd ever thought, Yadonushi." Finally I turn to him. It's what he wants anyway. His confident expression flickers for a second.

"So you aren't afraid of storms little landlord?" He taunts as if he thinks I could fake calmness well enough to fool him. I nod, swinging my feet. He frowns, face lit up then dimming as another crash sounds from the skies.

It seems he has no more to say so I turn back to the window.

I open it a fraction and feel the cool air drift into the room. Water hits my face as it ricochets off the windowsill. A pale hand lands next to my face and I feel the slight warmth of the spirit behind me. We say nothing.

"There's nothing to be afraid of…" The reflection of his eyes glance down at me before returning their gaze to the outside world, ", it's nice really. Just nature. Light and dark in contrast." My eyes slip closed as I yawn.

"Like us really." I open my eyes and turn my neck to stare up at him. His expression is softer- contemplative- supplies my mind. He continues; "We aren't at war, we just really don't agree on some things." Smiling softly at the spirit I return my head to my arms. We are similar in some ways. On reflection at least.

I push the window open a little further.

"I'm glad you're my landlord rather than the short, whiny freak or the Egyptian with no fashion sense." I chuckle at the almost compliment.

"I'm glad you're my Yami rather than the rainbow haired goth or the psychopathic steroid abuser." I return not entirely serious. Still we both laugh at the slightly unfitting descriptions.

His head rests on mine and I smile lazily at the receding storm. Yes, I am glad he's my yami.

Review if you want me to continue this or add more drabbles or stop forever etc. Sorry if it's OOC, I have only watched the Little Kuriboh's abridged version so I kinda made it up :p

P.S. I don't actually have those views on Yuugi, Marik, Yami or Malik if you couldn't tell