Reluctantly, the spirit of the millennium puzzle had decided to give movies a chance.

Now, the moving pictures were undoubtedly his favorite part of the modern era, especially the dark stories - horror as his partner called them.

The latest addition to his small horde of DVDs was relatively recent film, The Babadook.

The story was simple enough. A demon creature and a haunted book of some kind.

Yugi hadn't wanted to watch, his active imagination meant movies often resulted in restless nights.

The spirit eventually got his way.

Yugi had discovered a foolproof plan to avoid nightmares. He waited until Yami retired for the night then read until he could no longer keep his eyes open.

Unfortunately, the plan had been foiled.

Books did not help with his current situation as each time he opened one he was reminded of the creature from the movie, which was summoned by reading a book.

Yugi turned over for the hundredth time, thrashing as the blankets tangled around his ankles. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the creature from the movie.

Checking the clock and seeing that it was now 3 a.m., Yugi admitted defeat and reached for the light switch.

-Aibou-

Yugi started - he was sure the spirit had retired for the night.

-Why are you still awake?-

Yugi could hear the mild censure in the question and colored slightly.

Yami materialized beside the bed wearing a set of dark blue pajamas, the match to his own. Yugi had to admit they looked very good on him.

=Sorry if I woke you up=

Yugi felt a twinge of conscience. He was well aware that strong emotions roused his partner from slumber. A small part of him admitted that he had used this fact because he did not want to be alone.

-The movie.-

Yami looked embarrassed. It was clear he now realized why Yugi disliked the genre.

Nodding, Yugi pulled the blankets to his chin hoping that if he looked pathetic enough perhaps his partner would stay.

Yami closed his eyes and pondered. He had little experience comforting others. Unbidden, a memory arose from the darkness of his mind.

He recalled softness enfolding him, a small child still. Rhythmic motions from hands on his back calmed his racing heart. The ghost of a woman ... perhaps his mother. Whispering quiet words of reassurance.

Taking the memory as a sign - the few memories he had managed to recover were precious to him - the spirit lifted the blanket from the bed and climbed in to lay beside his partner.

Seeing but hardly daring to believe, Yugi watched with wide eyes.

-Come here-

Yami reached over and tugged Yugi's arm in a

clear invitation.

Yugi moved forward cautiously his expression as guarded as a stray cat.

Wrapping his arms around the smaller boy, Yami rubbed circles into his back as from his memory.

Yugi felt a shiver at the contact but soon relaxed and leaned in closer

Within moments the exhausted boy was snoring lightly, his hands fisted in the fabric of yamis pajama top.

Releasing a deep sigh of contentment, Yami nestled his head above his partners and smiled as he felt soft breath sway his bangs.

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