Hello, here is something that's been simmering in my brain for years. This is the introduction to the relationship between the three :) Thanks for reading!
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"Who the fuck is laying on my leg …?" The only response to the question that hung in the air was a masculine grunt and a slight shift in weight.
"That hardly makes it any better …" No response this time, so the girl pulled and rolled herself over to the left, away from the too-warm body to her right.
Just a little bit more and she would be comfortable, waves of sleep were still lapping at her brain as she pushed a pillow away from the space she so coveted.
Thud.
"What the fuck?"
The question hung in the air, half shouted from the throat of one angry looking Yuichi Bakura, well just Bakura, he was never one for formalities.
The young man stood up from his place on the floor to see his bed overrun with invaders, if his vision did not fail him in the dim lighting – which it never did – he could make out the peachy face of one Mika Koyama and one Marik Ishtar spread out over his king size bed.
He ran through the various ways that he could give them a rude awakening, and had just about settled on one when a loud crash of thunder broke the silence of the early morning. He hardly blinked at the noise, but Mika jumped six inches off the bed, twisting left and landing on top of Marik who let out a loud gasp of air followed by a groan.
"What the hell are you doing in my bed, Marik?" Mika frowned, her eyes not used to the darkness of the room. She could tell it was Marik, however, because of the string of obscenities falling dramatically from his lips.
"I'm not in your bed, what are you talking about? I'm in –"
"You're both in mybed."
Since they had both sat up so straight so suddenly, Bakura took the opportunity to regain his rightful place on the bed before staring pointedly at Mika, "Explain."
Her navy blue colored eyes had finally focused to the dim lighting of the room and she could make out his messy white hair sticking out at impossible angles, "Well, you see … it's thundering. I was sleeping on the couch, but the wind was making the trees scrape the windows. It might have even scared you."
"Not likely," he interjected, his eyelids starting to close again, but he snapped them open remembering Marik was in his bed too. "What's your excuse?"
Marik shrugged, pushed Mika out of his way and rolled over, pulling the covers over himself again, "Everyone else was doing it."
"Does this mean I can stay?" Mika asked as she raked her fingers through her long brown hair, she was already making herself comfortable at Bakura's side when he gave his approval, her eyelids shut tight.
He rolled over onto his back and silently wondered if he had to wake up this way every Sunday morning.
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