Thankfully the walk to the show was a short one; these streets were havoc, even during daytime. Not that you could tell here, the massive sun-panel covered the entire city to power it with electricity. Bakura pondered, he couldn't care less about the state of the planet, sure it saves the planet some bother but he thinks that's what really set this town alight. Without the sun, people made their own fire.

Bakura never admitted it but sometime he missed the sunlight, the warm smell of summer, the birds and the trees… It reminded him of a time long gone.

"'kura?" Ryou asked. Bakura let out a deep sigh, he hated hearing his name shortened, made him sound like a lavatory disinfectant.

"Yes Ryou?" he said, looking at the floor.

"Why do you always carry that sword with you?"

See? He doesn't understand you! HAHAHA! The voice screamed in a deep, monstrous cackle. It was almost enough to make him clench his head in pain but he held tightly onto the handle and answered the question;

"For you safety, of course." Ryou couldn't help but blush, he lent in forward for a kiss and as Bakura lent his head towards Ryou's soft lips, the voice almost whispered;

Yeah, I'm sure that's the reason..

Bakura almost stopped and retorted but then realised he would be screaming to no-one. Also Ryou almost looked upset when he started to realise Bakura still hadn't kissed him. Bakura grabbed hold of Ryou by the waist, pulled him in close and went for the kill. Ryou's lips were so soft, Bakura bit his bottom lip, dug his nails into Ryou's back and Ryou let out a sigh of pleasure. Now Ryou was the one pulling Bakura in tighter, biting his lip!

Funny, Bakura thought, how someone so innocent, fragile and quiet as Ryou can be so kinky! He never admits to it, just goes red in the face when proved wrong.

Bit like you when you watch him in the shower.

That's it, Bakura pulled himself from Ryou, drawn his sword and screamed, his patience finally breaking;

"For once, just once, will you please shut the fuck up?"

Ryou was now trying to fade through the wall, he was more terrified then he can remember seeing before. Not that he remembered much, a lack of sleep tends to make you forget so many years. The voice chuckled;

Hahaha, okay but only seeing as you asked so nicely! I'd love to see how you act when you have friends over, oh wait! You don't have any! Or a house for that matter.
Bakura was no longer speaking in his head, he no longer cared or saw the point.

"I don't need friends, I have Ryou. And he has a home for me." He saw a slight crack of a smile appear. The voice continued questioningly;

But for how long? How long do you think he can put up with your shit for? How long do you think it'll be before he can't take it anymore and runs away? Or until you push him way… Because that's what usually happens, isn't it?

Bakura couldn't answer. The smile faded and the horror returned. He knew Ryou loved him and wouldn't leave him. Unless he had to. Bakura was always scared that he would push Ryou away from him, that one day he wouldn't be able to cope and Bakura would be right back where he started. At the bottom of a bottle, with someone's head on his sword for Mr. Seto.

Ryou was still trying, and still failing, to fade through the wall. Bakura put the sword back in its sheath and held out his hand.

"It's okay, I wasn't talking to you." He said to re-assure Ryou that he was safe.

"Was it… That voice?" Ryou's face was still transfixed with terror. Best not feed it, he thought.

Oh no, it's always best to feed the terror-

Didn't I tell you to shut up? He thought in retort… Finally, silence. Bakura breathed in deep, breathed out and said with a smile;

"I don't wanna talk about, I just want to have a good night with my love."

"But 'kura-" Ryou tried to consult but Bakura snapped and interrupted;

"I said drop it! I don't want to talk about it."

Ryou looked to the floor and gripped tighter onto Bakura's hand.

"I'm sorry…" he said in a distinct whisper, barely audible to the average ear.

"I know." Ryou said, looking back up at Bakura with a slight grin.

"Damn, I could do with a scotch." Bakura mumbled to himself.

They walked the rest of the way in silence.