A/N: Hey, I'ma back- on the same day for once. It was exceedingly stupid of me to write "And Their Eyes Were Red" so late. Now I'm wide-awake, trembling my head off. My lights are all on. And I have school tommorow! I'm such a wimp- all scared just because I wrote that dumb oneshot and read some creepypasta.

Don't ever read creepypasta at night. Just for the record.

And of course it's Yugioh and of course it's Bakura. What did you expect, something unique and original? Haha, not right now.

Ryou is my Character o' th' Week. Just saying.

YAOI NONWARNING. This is not yaoi. If you want to interpret it, fine, squint. :P

And lastly, disclaimer: I totally own Yugioh. I also own sarcasm. Woo-hoo, yippee.

Things Proceeding Rain and Nightmares

Yami Bakura was drifting into a content sleep, limbs sprawled around the bed and hair a horrific display of carelessness around him. He wore his Millennium Item boxer shorts and a white T-shirt; both fit his thin frame loosely like everything else did except maybe his attitude. His lips were slightly parted as he pictured all those shiny things he was yet to own.

"Psst- Yami."

"Wake up."

"PSST!"

Yami Bakura's host Ryou's voice cut annoyingly through the silence.

"?$cfsdgirsfnkkaaarrggggle." The sleepy Bakura made a cursing noise rolled into a mumble as he cracked open his unwilling eyes.

"I had a nightmare. I can't sleep."

"Oh well," Yami Bakura moaned into his pillow. "Must take over world..."

"Please let me... sleep in your room?"

Ryou wasn't normally this confident that his alter ego would be kind. But as Yami reluctantly glanced at him, he noticed the wide, terrified eyes, pale sweaty skin and messy hair of his lighter half. The nightmare must have been pretty bad. For someone who regularly caused nightmares himself, YB was not a sympathizer.

"Please?"

Usually, anyways.

"Fine," sighed Yami Bakura and Ryou made a nest on the floor and curled up, smiling.

Ten seconds later, a meek, British and questioning voice piped up, "Can we get a nightlight?"

"No."

The sky cracked open and all hell broke loose as rain poured down from the clouds. Loud cracks of thunder accompanied the spectacle, as the scene was lit up in small increments by the lightning.

"Eep!" Ryou dove under the covers.

"Wuss," Yami smirked, every roar of thunder bringing maniacal laughter into his eyes.

"It's scary though!" The smaller boy curled up and shivered.

"It's just nature." Before he could stop and think, YB gave Ryou a long speech on why lightning happens.

(Blame it on the sleep deprivation.)

"And that's why lightning isn't scary." he finished with a big sarcastic grin.

But Ryou was asleep. He was shivering, so Yami made sure nobody was looking- not even you, dear reader- and chucked a blanket at him. His excuse? He still needed one. He'd have one soon enough. (It shouldn't matter because NOBODY-nobody-saw that blanket part.)

Yami wondered sometimes if he was really the villain he was chalked up to be. Because right now, in this weird little scene, he felt a bit like a brother.

He could get used to it.