Miko: Again, this is moved from my previous account. It's an icky little one-shot. I don't like it after rereading. .
Seto: To save you from listening to her, I'll give you the disclaimer. THEY DO NOT OWN ME OR ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS STORY.
Dreams
"Wake up, kid." With a rough shove, the yami attempted to wake his hikari. "You're going to be late for school."
"Nooooo." The hikari wailed, shoving his yami away. "I dun wanna go!"
"What the fuck, wench." The yami said as he tripped over a book lying on the ground.
"Sorry, 'Kura." Said the hikari, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"Since when do you call me 'Kura?' He asked. 'Not that I mind.'
"Sorry." Said the hikari, wiggling his toes and looking at them.
"Do you dream?" He asked after several moments of uncomfortable silence.
"What's it matter to you if I dream?" Said Bakura, taken aback.
"Well…Wouldn't it be lonely not to dream? You'd never be able to live your wishes. Never able to tell someone how you feel…" The hikari blushed a bright red.
"Keh. I don't feel." He scoffed. 'Or I pretend not to.'
"Maybe it's just me, then." Said the hikari with a sigh. He got up to get ready for school.
"Don't be late, wench." Said the yami before leaving.
"Don't worry! I won't be." The hikari said. 'I love you, Kura.' He added silently. A low laugh greeted those words along with an undeniable feeling of happiness.