"Your're my possession,

of that my love there really is no question"

~Kiss, London After Midnight

Bakura hardly gave Ryou room to breath. Of coarse the two literally shared the same body and there were times his dear Yadonushi would wear him around his neck, but this was a new playing field. Yami Bakura's ghostly form clung to his host's skin today, like a thick and unwanted sweater being forced on in the dead of summer. Overbearing, to say the least.

When destiny finally united Spirit and Host all those years ago Bakura barely had any strength when the magic enhancing effects of Halloween came about. That wasn't to say it had no affect on him it was just gradual. Starting off with a slight spike in his abilities to the point where he could actually use some sort telekinesis. Oh how excited Ryou had been at the prospect of being haunted or having a poltergeist, never aware that it was actually his Yami. Now there was this.

This not-quite-physical-body he's gained astounds him. The spirit could practically feel bone joints and muscles contracting as he moves. Having taken over Ryou's body more times than he could ever count he already experienced these sort of actions, however, doing so without the use of a host was refreshing.

This is precisely the reason he exorcised his newly found stronger manifestation by being a nuisance. Ryou showered and brushed his teeth while having to deal with either random, sharp tugs of his snowy hair or gentle caresses of it. Thankfully, Bakura was no child and quickly grew bored of that sort of mischief.

"The morning has found you rather haggard."

"I wonder why." The teenager states sarcastically under his breath. Bakura laugh cruelly. He flexed his recent spurt of strength the previous day by keeping the boy from sleep. Ryou could feel phantom touches and random swipes of energy brush against him without rhyme or reason all throughout the night.

"Indeed. Though I suppose a better question would be why you're even attempting to go to school."

"I-I...What would I do here?"

"Other than sleep?"

"Would I get any?" The face he made was meant to be defiant but came out as more of a pout.

"Perhaps if you asked nicely."

Ryou rolled his eyes. "Doubt it's worth a try. Or getting behind in school."

"What a good little Ryou. I'm sure your father is very proud." A keen fang poked from his grinning mouth. Even if his host hadn't made it so very telling that he struck a chord he could feel it.

"Please leave him out of this."

"What does it matter? What does he matter?"

"Koe..."

"He doesn't." Ryou's father should consider himself lucky that he was rarely present in his son's life. In the same way Amane was lucky she was killed and his mother was fortunate enough to kill herself. Ryou was his by right and his first possession after three thousand years. He was covetous of his affections and knew he'd eventually kill anyone Ryou also loved. Yet another reason he despised the boy's friendship with the Pharaoh.

The boy quickly finished his small breakfast in silence, careful to avoid eye contact. That defeated look on his features more than satisfied Bakura for the time being.

The Spirit returns to the Sennon Ring as Ryou heads to school. The daily education routine is far too useless and mundane in his opinion so he resides quietly with his host, spare for spiteful glances at Yugi Mutou, the damned Pharaoh. Yami Yugi catches on and dishes out a few of his own.

The day ends and the girl - Anzu - says her farewells and leaves for her job. Miho and Honda accompany her. His host walks home with the Pharaoh's reincarnation and that blond fool. Idle conversation commences as per usual.

"Have you been getting sick again Ryou?"

"Yeah, you're pretty boy looks aren't doin' too good today huh?"

"Um, yeah, but I'll be fine in no time!" He gives a fake cough that seems to convince his friends. Bakura internally scoffs, the boy's acting skills are in a serious need of some polishing up.

"Did ya hear something?" Jounouchi asks. Ryou sputters out a series of coughs to cover Bakura's scoff. He's vaguely worried that other people can now hear him as well. Yugi looks on in curiosity and concern. Bakura is darkly elated to practically feel the Pharaoh's eyes glare directly at the Sennon Ring, directly at himself, in suspicion.

"Jeez, don't die."

"Noted." Ryou laughed awkwardly.

"Hold up guys, gotta tie my shoe." As Jounouchi bent down to attend to his laces Bakura made his move. His visage is transparent yet clear as day. Just as a crow flies his gaze is on Yugi. A cynical smile falls on his lips. Yugi let out a gasp. Ryou turns to see what was going on. Jounouchi looks up as well.

"What's the matter Yugi?" The the short boy is obviously startled and his eyes travel back to Ryou to point out what is wrong. Ryou blinks. Bakura is gone.

Yugi shakes his head. "Thought I saw something. Must have been a trick of the light, heh." He knows this isn't true, can feel the anxious edge Yami Yugi's demeanor has taken.

"Ya both gettin' sick?"

"Haha, let's hope not. See you guys tomorrow." Ryou smiles and walks toward his home.

"Later."

"G-good bye Ryou." Yugi swears he can hear something akin to a chuckle as Ryou departs. Jounouchi brushes it off. The Pharaoh does not.

Not too fond of this chapter. The next one will be creepier and will be up soon~