Disclaimer: As I'm not rich yet, apparently Yugioh still isn't mine.
"Ah! Anzu-chan!"
"Bakura...kun?" The girl blinks woodenly, her round eyes oddly flat. "You're not in bed..."
"Oh, well." He scratches the back of his head, only cringing slightly as his wounded arm moves; the girl, impassive, observes. "I woke up and felt bad everybody's always looking after me. How long have I been out? I'm kind of hungry..."
His eyes land on something the girl's carrying between stiff fingers, and his face brightens the darkened hall. "You found my Ring!" he exclaims, starting forward but waiting, politely, to be given his treasure. "I was worried when I woke up and didn't see it. Thought maybe it'd fallen off the ship..."
She shakes her head, slowly, hair swaying from side to side, and offers the boy his possession. "Don't you worry about it, Bakura-kun?" she asks as he hums happily to himself, Ring reclaimed. "It's taken you over before. Why do you keep putting it on?"
"Ah, well." He shrugs, unwinding the corded loop and pulling his hair over one shoulder, to be out of the way when he replaces the Ring where it belongs. "Force of habit, I guess. And maybe I want to believe."
"Believe?" The girl sounds almost scornful - but also almost curious.
Cord halfway over his head, he nods. "Nothing bad's happened since Duelist Kingdom," he reminds her. "So he's changed, you know." The Ring slips, nooselike, with a clink back down around his throat. "It's perfectly harmle-"
Breaking off in mid-sentence, Bakura's face twists in a smirk. The girl starts, swallows, stands up straighter and glowers, her own face settling into a darkly uncharacteristic scowl.
"Wellll, well, well," the boy drawls, flicking his hair - now far messier - off his shoulder. "Gotten curious about the plight of hosts now, have we?"
"Shut up," snaps Anzu's body in someone else's voice entirely. "We have work to do. There's been a snag."
"You don't say." Bakura's arms cross, his chin lifts cockily, he appraises the girl before him with a sneer. "Interesting vessel. Looks like I've missed some fun."
"You'd think that," the voice retorts, wavering slightly. "...first, though. When you take over, what happens to him? Where does he go when...someone else...controls the body?"
"He sleeps." The boy's eyes - now cold, narrow - glint with scorn. "As if he wasn't there. Empathy, from you? I have missed a lot..."
"No," snaps the voice. "Now. Here's the new plan."
Yet as their voices echo down the corridor, Anzu's eyes stare at Bakura's body, at the smirk contorting his face, with an almost morbid intensity. Despite the irritation on her features, she looks a little sick.