Hikari: Unfortunately we don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the Prince of Egypt. Enjoy
Soft tapping on his shoulder stirred Yami Bakura from his rest. He swatted at the annoyance, turning onto his side and holding tighter to whatever was in his arms.
Wait, backtrack.
He slowly opened one cinnamon eye, peering down at the sleeping Ryou. He was snuggled into his chest, smiling slightly. Bakura blinked, falling off the couch in surprise. He landed on the person- if you saw fit to call him that, anyways.- that had roused him from his sleep.
"Ra-damnit, Tomb Robber!" Bakura elbowed Atem in the face, scowling down. The ex-Pharaoh was sprawled underneath the taller albino, growling. Yugi watched them from the kitchen doorway, shaking his head in exasperation when Atem threw his arm up and caught Bakura in the nose with his own elbow.
"You bastard!" Bakura poised himself above the magenta haired prince, ready to strike. He halted when he heard a soft whimper. His brown eyes widened- as did the pharaoh's- when his hikari started crying in his sleep. "Shh," he held his finger to his lips, and Atem nodded. They slowly disentangled themselves, each sitting up on their knees. Yugi had disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to help Anzu with breakfast.
"Does this happen often?" Atem murmured quietly to the Thief King. Bakura frowned, shaking his head. He narrowly avoided slapping the pharaoh with his wild hair, but the teen chose to ignore it. Instead they watched Ryou tighten his grip on the blanket someone had covered him and his Yami with.
"I don't know. If he does, he's never said anything."
"..Mane…"
"He's dreaming about his siter, I think." Bakura closed his eyes, gently slipping into his soul room. He peered cautiously around, a habit he'd developed when Zorc still invaded his mind. When he detected no other signs of 'life', he opened the door and stepped into the hallway seperating light and dark's respective minds. He slid in through the door to watch his hikari's dream, his eyes softening.
Amane was unconcious in a hospital bed, and her mother was already being carried out on a stretcher; presumably to the morgue. A younger version of his light sat by the bed, crying and clinging to the girl's hand. He was chanting her name, begging here not to go. Bakura slowly slipped back into his body, staring at the young boy.
"We should wake him up…" he said quietly, when the purple and blonde haired teen looked questioningly at him. The pharaoh nodded, reaching out and shaking the albino's shoulder. Bakura backed away, not wanting his hikari to think he cared. Ra forbid that ever happened, lest he think he could get away with certain things.
"Ryou, wake up." Atem shook the boy out of his nightmare, catching him when he sat up quickly and fell. "Good morning," he said gently, the way you would a frightened animal. Ryou just plastered on that sweet smile of his,, apologising for the 'trouble he caused' the Egyptian.
"What the hell's all that noise? I'm trying to sleep, Ra-damnit!" The trio glanced at the window seat, where Marik and Malik had fallen asleep curled up. The wild haired blonde was glaring at them, and the more tame of the blondes just crawled off the seat.
"Mor-ing" he yawned, rubbing his eye. Bakura was sorely tempted to call him Kitty.
Scratch that.
He was sorely tempted to quick hanging aroundh is psychotic bestfriend, who was now scowling like he knew what he had thought.
"Kitty, come back to bed, it's cold." He grumbled, ignoring the scowl he received.
"No, I want food." The Egyptian ran his fingers through is hair, straightening the silky locks. Marik's eyes followed the movement, his purple eyes narrowing slightly. Bakura smirked, leaning down and pulling the young blonde up and against his chest. Malik flushed in anger, though the Yami across the room mistook it for embarrassment. He growled lowly, only the other two Yami's hearing.
"Go, I think I smell food," Bakura pushed the boy into the kitchen, smirking at the psycho on the window seat. Ryou watched, with barely an ounce of hurt showing through his defenses. Atem rolled his eyes, thankful he was already with his hikari.
Though he wished all the other lights and darks would own up already.
Ryou carefuly crawled from Atem's arms, standing and following Malik into the kitchen. As soon as he was gone, Bakura turned to Marik and pointed, exasperation written on his face. "Will you just fuck him already?"
"What business of yours is it?"
"I'm tired of watching you two pine, and deny it."
"We're all tired of watching ryou practically beg for your attention!" Marik snapped back, silencing the thief.
"Ryou doesn't want my attention." He said at last, simply.
"You dolt," Atem rubbed the side of his jaw, where Bakura had elbowed him. "He loves you, it's really quite natural."
"How?"
"He's the other half of your soul, and vice-versa." he shrugged, standing. "Yugi made breakfast." Bakura was left alone with Marik, who watched him. The blonde smirked, amused with the turn of events.
"It could be worse, Touzoku." he sing-songed. "You could be an actual part of his body and mind. Born of him," Bakura trained a weary eye on the psycho beside him. He had stood up and crossed to sit on the couch next to the thief. More precisely, on the back of the couch with his feet next to Bakura. "But then again, it's easier to be the literal other half sometimes. It's easier to tell what's going on in Malik's mind."
"But you can't see that he loves you? Dumbass." Bakura snorted. Marik glared at the smaller man, fighting the urge to hit his friend. For the love of Ra, the man didn't see how Ryou didn't want to beat some sense into him. "Malik's totally open for it," he smirked sideways at the blonde. "And so much more." Marik growled, swinging his fist at the back of the 'teen's head. Bakura yelped, holding his head. He scowled, storming into the kitchen. Tea handed him a plate when he passed, and he grunted in response. MArik followed, looking pleased.
"Watch what you say about Hikari-Pretty," he sang, flopping into the chair by said hikari. Conveniently, he sat between him and Ryou, who looked slightly uncomfortable. "Ryou~" the whitenett jumped, looking up. "How's school?" he prompted, leering. He saw Bakura's crimson eyes darken, and smirking, he grabbed the frail boy's chin in his hand. Ryou squeaked, body tensed up.
Ryou squirmed; it wasn't that he didn't Marik, all in all he was rather nice... Once you got passed his knife colelction. It was the leer. The pupiless lavender eyes, though pretty, felt like they were looking through his mind. He knew that was possible, but his soul room was on lock down. Wasn't it? He snapped back to attention when Marik raised an eyebrow, and repeated his question. "O-Oh.. Um, it's been good..."
"Anyone picking on you?" Ryou hesitated, knowing what the yami could do if he answered.
"No, of course not." he lied quickly, though he knew Marik, nor ihs own yami, believed him.
"Kura, Kura, Kura... You're supposed to keep your own Hikari-pretty safe," Marik turned his face- and Ryou's- towards the now thoroughly pissed Bakura.
Malik brightened slightly, finally catching onto his yami's plan. /Thank you, Yami./
/Anytime, Hikari-Pretty./
"Ryou? Who's been picking on you?" Atem asked, fork full of pancakes to his lips. Bakura growled, pointing at him.
"You stay out of this, Pharaoh!" he hissed. "This is between me and my Hikari!"
"It's really not important," Ryou said softly, turning the other's attention to him.
"Of course it is," Malik reached out, squeezing his friend's hand. "If someone's hurting you, Yami'll take care of them."
"That's what I'm afraid of!" Ryou held his hands up. "Marik, no offense, but I don't want anyone to die." Marik blinked, feigning innocence.
"Kill? Who said I'd kill? Just.." he smirked darkly. "Severly maim." Ryou flinched, wishing Marik would let go. The spikey haired teen was much too close to his face.
"Marik, let my light go," Ryou flushed, an internal happines at being called his. Bakura was scowling at the Egyptain psychopath. Joey snorted into his coffee, coughing a second later when he choked on it. Seto glanced at him, rolling his eyes. "Kaiba, do something about the mutt," the white haired yami said, not looking away from his bestfriend. The CEO thumped Joey's back, and the blonde gratefully mumbled a 'thanks'.
"Be more careful, dog." he returned, though he let his hand travel the blonde's back when he let it fall. "Now, Marik." the psycho looked at him with his purple eyes, conveying the message to him. If that didn't work, Malik's puppy face did. He sighed inwardly, but gave up. "Limey."
"Don't call him that!" Tea hit the CEO's arm. "His name is Ryou."
"Um, it's fine. What is it?" he asked, smacking Marik's hand away. The blonde let it go willingly, leaning it against the table instead.
"Who's the one doing it?" Bakura growled again.
"Damnit, you imbeciles. This is between me and Ryou."
"Well then, maybe you should show a little more interest in what's happening to him, Fluffy." Malik said simply, taking a sip of his coffee. Marik grinned into his tea, thankful he ended up with such an amusing- and adorable- kitty for a light.
"Don't call me fluffy."
"Binky boy," Marik snickered.
"Fuck-off(1)." Bakura turned to ryou, scarlette eyes narrowed. "Who's been messing with you, Hikari."
"It's noone, really."
"I'm not buying that rubbish." Ryou sighed, and mumbled a name. "Good boy." Bakura leaned back in his chair, grip tight on his coffee cup. Thousands of exhilirating torment ideas for the bully flashing through his demented mind. Ryou, across the table froze up when one image slipped through their link. Bakura raised an eyebrow, before rolling his eyes. "Crybaby."
"Bakura," Malik warned, pointing a slim finger at him. "Stop it, or I'll have Yami send you to the Shadow Realm."
"Terrifying. I believe Joss Whedon's Buffy was scarier than that."
"At times, you look like a Kuriboh."
"No, Marik. That's Jaden." (Did we just break the fourth wall?)
"Who?"
"Nevermind." Bakura stood up, stretching. "Gardner," tea looked up, blinking. "How bout a little game while the other's are finishing up?"
"What kind of game?"
"A card game." Bakura led the brunette woman to the living room, where they quickly set up their game mats. Kaiba rolled his eyes, listening to them.
"Marik, where'd you get that?" he asked, when his eyes fell on the shiney pocketknife the psycho held. The alter ego looked up, grinning.
"Binky boy's pocket." The table sighed, and Ryou bravely tookt he knife away. He ignored the pout he recieved and stood up, his tea in one hand and the kinfe in the other. He carried it out to the living room, where somehow Bakura had beat Tea in three battle phases. He sat next to them, and held out the knife. Bakura took it, looking at him oddly.
"Marik." the smaller boy offered, leaning against the couch. He crossed his legs under him, humming softly. Bakura and Tea listened as they set up another game. The thief smiled to himself, knowing it had spawned from the night before. Ryou had begged the others to let him watch The Prince of Egypt and he'd won. Of course. Atem had squirmed a little through it all, shame at his people for what they'd really done to the Hebrew slaves.
Malik had just stared in awe as he listened to every word, every song. He'd fallen for the movie instantly, the computer generated backdrop of his hometown so beautiful. Fearful of the priests and snakes. Though, after hearing a tale from his youth, noone really blamed him.
"Bakura?"
"Yes?"
"Can we stop by the movie store on our way home? I don't have my own copy of-" Bakura waved his hand, rolling his eyes. Ryou smiled happily, pulling the blanket off the couch. He draped it across himself, watching. Bakura- after watching Tea lose two more times- threw the fourth match. Tea smiled happily, and the white haired man rolled his eyes again. When she skipped out to tell the others, Ryou smiled and leaned forward. "That was nice of you."
"Don't know what you mean."
"Course you don't." the smaller boy kissed his cheek, and leaned back to snuggle into the couch. Bakura smiled slightly when the teen closed his eyes.
Marik and Malik watched from the kitchen, both grinning. "Phase two?"
"Phase two." the yami agreed.
Hikari: Did you like? I worked really hard to make the tendershipping scenes, and yami worked hard on the bronze-
Yami: No, I didn't. There wasn't much to work on this chapter.
Hikari: -.-' She's just shy. Anyways, I wanted it to be longer this time. Oh, and check out Yami's tendershipping videos. Cause apparently she does those. BinkyBoysGirl on youtube
Yami: I did those for you, ya brat. Anyways, read and review. Oh, and Ryou's humming the Hebrew part of the song 'When You Believe'