Bakura returned to the small flat that he was staying at with Marik and found the young man standing at the door, a bag in each hand.
"Leaving again?" he asked smirking slightly.
Marik looked back at him, his purple eyes surprisingly empty. Bakura's smirk faltered slightly.
"I'm not coming back this time." Mariks voice was hoarse, as though the words had trouble making their way out.
Bakura felt a slight pang of fear, and quickly plastered the obnoxious smile back onto his face.
"Fine, I hope you like the streets, tell me about them when you come back," and with that he pushed past Marik into the apartment.
Marik looked back at him, a scowl descending over his face, courtesy of Bakura's last remark.
While sending him the dirtiest look he could summon, Marik noticed the sleeve of one of his shirts poking out from under the pillow that Bakura was lounging against. Bakura watched him as he walked over, his smile fading.
"Move it will you?" Marik said as he tried to push Bakura away to retrieve any memory he might leave behind. Bakura scowled back at him but refused to budge. Finding his efforts unsuccessful he let out a shout of anger,
"Jeez Bakura, just let me leave,"
Bakura let out a harsh bark of laughter, trying to give the impression that he didn't care that the young man was leaving. At last he stood up, making Marik collapse down onto the coach. He managed to pull the careless smirk back to his face as he stared down at the fuming Egyptian.
"You're insufferable" he hissed, his voice muffled by the pillows crushed against his face.
"I would imagine so, as you would prefer to live on the streets then spend another minute in my presence," Bakura answered idly.
To his surprise he began to feel Ryou's conscience battling for control. He frowned slightly, unable to understand what the boy wanted to do. He normally let him run wild when he was at home, and would only try to take the wheel during his more devious acts. Bakura even often let him take in control when he was out, but time with Marik was for him.
Marik sat up and saw Bakura, just in time to see the man staring into the distance blankly with a shocked look. The change that Bakura's features went through when he switched from Bakura to Ryou was something that he would never get used to. His eyes widened and the previously cruel face seemed to radiate both innocence and kindness. He stared at Marik's surprised face for a second before jumping into his lap.
"Don't leave Marik, please don't" the sweet voice whispered as he closed his eyes and leant his head into Mariks chest.
"He won't be able to bare it Marik, he'll miss you so much. Last time it was so awful for him."
Marik's face was both a mixture of shock and uncertainty. He began to awkwardly stroke Ryou's shock of white hair.
"Don't worry Ryou, he knows I'll always come back" he whispered, blushing slightly,
Ryou nodded, looking back up at his eyes. And then it was not Ryou's sweet face Marik was looking at, but Bakura's cruel one.
"Aaargh" he yelled, pulling away from Marik's arms.
"What the fuck?!"
Marik's expression of shock was quickly replaced by a sly grin.
"So you missed me last time I left?"
Bakura's mouth dropped open in surprise, but he quickly rearranged his features into a scowl.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about" he said through gritted teeth.
Marik looked back at him, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I guess I'll just have to stay then" he said, grinning lazily at the owner of the sennen ring,
"So you finally figured out you had nowhere else to go?" Bakura spat back. Marik just shrugged, unfazed. He walked to the door and pick up his bags again, returning his things to his room.
"Ryou,"
"Yes?"
"If we weren't the same person I'd kill you."