"Why do you like it out here?" The spirit spat harshly at his companion who was sitting gracefully, watching cold waves wash up onto the black sanded beach before them.
Bakura watched Ryou expectantly for a reply however did not receive one. This wasn't the way it was in the beginning. The teen would answer him almost instantly when he demanded answers. Bakura couldn't be upset; he secretly loved the development in their relationship - Something beyond that of host and lodger.
Bakura pulled up the collar of his black trench coat as a defence mechanism - that all washed away as he took a seat next to Ryou.
''I like the sea.'' He stated solemnly.
Ryou smiled at the spirit's attempt to harshen almost poetic words.
"You remind me of the sea.'' Ryou whispered tilting his head slightly.
Bakura pursed his lips.
"That's why...that's why I love it out here.'' Ryou confessed moving his smallest finger enabling him to lightly graze the appendage against Bakura's.
''You are with me all the time.'' The spirit hardened his eyes at his host, suddenly frightened of the compromising position he was just thrown into.
''Here.'' Ryou indicated to the beach they both sat alone on. ''Here is where we become us.'' Ryou said eyeing Bakura's angular jaw.
"Explain yourself." Bakura replied his eyes momentarily focusing on Ryou before moving toward the sea.
''Like I said you remind me of the sea - you never know what to expect with the sea.''
He wrapped his pinkie around Bakura's.
''From afar it seems so hollow and frightening."
Taking account of Bakura's passive expression Ryou decided to continue.
''Once you get in there you see the beautiful wonders that are in the sea and you can't believe you could misjudge something so amazing.'' Ryou felt his pinkie being gripped at his words. He smiled faintly before looking out at the clouded azure waves roughly clashing against one another.
"And who are you may I ask."
"The sand of course." Ryou replied.
Bakura seemed confused by his answer. He always thought of Ryou as the sun - radiating hope on those lucky enough to meet him.
"How so?" the spirit urged him to continue the beautiful metaphor.
"Well I was stuck in myself - alone in the mass. That was until I met the sea." He nudged Bakura with his shoulder gently. "And it turned me into wet sand." He breathed a laugh through his nose at the simplicity of his words."Now... now I'm able to morph into whatever I desire. When you're with me I know I can be whatever I want to be."
A fluffy head of white hair leant against the thief's shoulder.
"And what are you now." Bakura spoke into Ryou's hair.
"Happy." The teen breathed.
"Happy." Bakura repeated as he wrapped an arm around Ryou's frail body pulling the boy closer as they watched the sea meet the sand in a show of boundless beauty.