Things were the same at the apartment, Marik was playing computer games excitedly and Bakura was watching him while pretending to read a book on the bed. The apartment, or as Marik liked to call it his lair, was sorta normal. Define your version of normal though, it looked as if the room was designed by a person with multi-personality disorder. For the living room, one side of the room was purple wall with gold rim, and the other side was blue with white rim. A tan couch on the blue side and a 50 inch screen TV on the purple side. In front of the couch was a coffee table. Next to the couch was a long pole that held a bird cage with Mr. Tweetums inside. The kitchen looked like it came from Egypt, stone slabs for counters. The sink was right from some kind of palace it seemed, yet the fridge remained white and normal. A small two person table across from the fridge, one seat huge like a throne and the other resembled more of a computer desk chair. The bedroom however was the only room that looked like it got its way of decor. Dark blue walls with a sky light window. A computer desk against the wall in front of the bed. A dark wooden bookshelf next to the desk, littered with unsorted games, some even unopened. On each side of the bed were dark wooden nightstands. Both nightstands had dark golden lamps. The bedspread, a nice shade of midnight blue with two white fluffy pillows. A poster of a motorcycle was placed randomly on the wall as well. Other than the misplaced games, the room seemed pretty tidy due to Bakura's constant cleaning.

A while back when first purchasing the apartment, Marik protested that it only had one bed. Trying to hide his amusement and fulfillment to actually sleep next to Bakura. While Bakura, who didn't hide his satisfaction, explained that it was the only affordable apartment at the time. Marik ended his fit by faking his reluctance to agree.

Bakura, age 23, sat on the bed wearing his blue and white striped shirt. His Millennium Necklace on along with some blue jeans. He had white hair and it had a certain remembrance to it; the top had two parts of the hair swooped outwards on each side of the head like white demon wings, perfectly symmetrical. He was holding a manga called "The Grudge." Though he wasn't looking at the book, he was looking at Marik playing one of the countless PC games.

Marik was age 23 as well, however, Bakura was older than him by a few months. He was a dark blonde and Egyptian, meaning he was sort of tan. His hair had was about shoulder length and his bangs did the same wing swoop as Bakura's though different, like phoenix wings. He wore a lavender shirt that cut off at the midriff. Gold chains strung horizontally across the middle of the shirt. He had golden bracelets around his wrists and the top of his arms. Also a golden metal necklace and some spiked Egyptian earrings on. His Millennium Rod was sitting on the desk as he banged the keys on the keyboard rapidly.

Something important to know about these two, they both used to be villains together. Now they don't really seem to care about ruling the world or anything, more to live a normal life with each other. Although, Marik has a deep evil inside him that is unleashed at a breaking point. The being known as Marik vanishes and a new entity arises, his name is Melvin. Melvin is a truly evil being that wants to hurt those around him and kill in the act of blood lust. Sometimes he feels goofy too and doesn't do anything really. He can be morbidly funny and scary. After a certain time limit, Melvin goes back into the recess of Mariks mind and Marik goes conscious again, never aware of what Melvin does. Bakura is the evil side of his normal self, Ryou, but he destroyed his normal self so all that remains is his evil self. Even though Bakura is always present and unlike Melvin, Bakura does not kill or do any evil really anymore. Again, Bakura and Marik have retired from destroying the world, so together they live mischievous and fun lives together.

"Bakura!" Marik screaming in a whiny tone.

"What?!" Bakura looked up from his book and faked an angry look.

"That monster thing keeps chasing me and every time I run around the whole map, he comes back. How the eff am I supposed to finish the game if he keeps coming and killing me?!"

"Well that's what happens when you play a custom story on Amnesia, the creators just don't give you a chance." Bakura chuckled darkly.

"It's annoying me. I order you to fix it!"

"Marik, I can't fix it. What do you want me to do, make my own so you can play it? Cause that's not happening."

"And why not?" Marik asked in a demanding tone.

"Because I simply do not want to."

"That's not a good reason."

"Play your game already, I think the monster is coming back." Bakura said preoccupied.

Marik gasped at the sight of the monster pursuing his character again and repeated "Frig" over and over again. Once he was safe, he turned around and looked at Bakura. "You know this would be easier if you'd play with me."

"I'll play with you, but not this sort of game." Bakura looked up from his book and grinned. Marik looked at him blankly until he realized what Bakura meant. He blushed and quickly turned around hoping Bakura didn't see his face turn red. This made Bakura grin wider to see that dash of red play across Mariks face.

"Your such a perv Bakura." Marik said quickly, still blushing.

"What?" He said smirking, "I meant we should play a different computer game together. What did you think I was saying?" He said prying, grinning more.

"Nothing!" Marik said blushing even more, "What game did you have in mind?" He said quickly changing the subject.

"Uhh I'm not quite sure." He hadn't really thought of what to do, he'd hope Marik would answer the question instead. He knew Marik stuttered like this after Bakura playfully did this sort of thing to him. It was cute and amusing to Bakura. "Can I watch you play a more interesting game?" He said finally thinking of what to say.

Marik pouted, "Amnesia isn't interesting enough?"

"You weren't getting far into anyway, and it's made by a moron who didn't make this level fair. Pick a different game."

"True...how about this one?" Marik held up some kind of ghost game. "It's supposed to be really scary." He started to put the disc in and start it. Bakura pulled up a seat and slammed it right against Mariks so there was no space between the two seats. "Are ghosts that scary to you?" Marik said sarcastically.

"No..I just want to see the screen better." Bakura said in a hurry.

The room was pitch black except for the PC screens light and the faint glow of the stars through the sky light window. The game wasn't at all scary to Bakura, but Marik would jump occasionally. Bakura leaned his head against Mariks shoulder and continued looking at the screen. Marik looked down at him, "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfy? I'm tired." He said effortlessly and looked up at Marik, "You're pretty comfy, like a pillow." He closed his eyes, "And warm." He added.

"And you're fluffy like a pillow." He patted Bakuras head and continued to play the game, he had got caught by a ghost again. After an hour or so, Marik was really into the game. When he jumped again, Bakura held onto him and mumbled. Marik looked at him with a red face. "What did you say?" Bakura didn't reply, he looked like he was dozing, Marik shook him and repeated the question.

"I said you're too jumpy and try to relax, its just a game." Bakura said in a low voice and buried his face into Marik then mumbled. "Now let me sleep." After a couple more hours of playing, it was around 4 am. Marik had fallen asleep trying to think what to do next in the game. He was slumped at the desk. Bakura woke shortly after and stared at Marik. He picked up Marik and gently put him on the bed covered in blankets and got into bed on the other side. He was almost asleep when Marik clung to him still in his sleep. "What happens when you play too many scary games before bed." Bakura said as he wrapped his hand around Mariks and went to sleep.