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A teenage boy struggled across the planes of the Egyptian desert. His long blonde hair billowing in the sand blizzard surrounding her. A pale hand reached out to his tanned body, dragging him out of the storm. When they were out of the worst of the sandy terror, he looked up to the handsome face of his saviour. His pale skin clashed with his light blond, almost white hair and his deep brown eyes filled with concern.
"Baku..." He whispered his name. The stranger embraced the Egyptian.
"It's alright, your safe now, Marik." Baku soothed the boy.
Marik awoke from his slumber quickly. He looked at his sweat drenched hands.
"Oh Ra." He murmured. The Egyptian sat up and thought over his dream. "It must mean something." Egypt, sandstorm, pale hands... Bakura. But what did his flatmate have to do with anything? He knew of the Brit's association with Egypt. But how did the sandstorm concern either of the the villains? Why was he having these reoccurring dreams? Should he tell Bakura? Would his friend be bothered with Marik's fantasies?
"Marik!" A gruff voice interrupts his train of thought. "I'm hungry!"
"Make yourself breakfast then!" The blonde replied.
"Fine! Your just going to have to have meat!" The voice shouted back.
"Urgh!"Marik put on his lilac dressing gown and headed to the kitchen of his flat.
Bakura looked up from the kitchen table, to see his weary eyed flat mate.
"Well looks like the princess decided to awake from her slumber." The Brit joked.
"Oh shut it!" Marik snapped. Leaving the albino shocked.
"W-what?" Bakura stammered.
"I'm s-sorry fluffy. I-I just had a-a bad night." Marik explained.
"Let me guess. It was either a dream about Melvin... Or me." Bakura smirked.
"What?! I'm not gay!" Marik retorted.
"Of course your not." Bakura muttered. "Anyway where's my breakfast?"