Ryou Bakura let out an annoyed groan. Sometimes his other half could be a real pain in the- well, everywhere, right now. It was just past 1 AM, on what should have been a perfectly calm April night. But his boyfriend, the former spirit of the Millennium Ring, wouldn't stop hitting him. Ryou tried to shift sideways, out of reach of the brawler's sleep-fogged attempts. Ryou could understand a few twists and turns- particularly given the other duelist's grim past. He'd endured a few fitful maneuvers in the few months they'd been together. But the guestroom bed was only so big, and now the dozing combatant next to him was clearly not letting up. If anything, he was becoming rougher and more frenzied as he warred with some invisible enemy.

It wasn't long before Ryou had had enough. Mainly because Bakura's left foot was now firmly wedged between Ryou's right hip and the mattress. 'For the love of...' frustrated, the pale hikari let one last huff before turning over and sharply addressing the wrestling dreamer. "BAKURA!"

There was a strange snort, followed by a dazed voice mumbling, "wuzzuh?"

Ryou sighed in acknowledgment. The other duelist had clearly been in a deep sleep, despite his struggles. "You've been practically assaulting me for the last hour! Please stop thrashing and kicking so much- you're practically pushing me off the edge of the mattress!"

"Oh." There was a grunt, and Ryou felt the foot slip from beneath his side. There was a pause, and then a rough utterance of, "sorry."

"It's alright- I just don't want to wake up covered in bruises! Why were freaking out so much?!"

Bakura hated discussing his weaknesses, and he pointedly declared: "I had a nightmare."

"I figured as much." Ryou added rather dryly. "Why not tell me about it?"

"No." There was pause, and then another hastily mumbled statement, "you'll laugh."

"I won't laugh."

"Yes, you will." The former thief scowled.

'And to think, he keeps insisting that he 'doesn't have 'trust issues''...' Growing annoyed again, Ryou decided it was time to play dirty. "Well it's the least you can do, after pummeling me like that." The modern youth frowned, his face growing slightly pouty as he looked directly into his partner's eyes.

Bakura had to force himself to look away. Oh, how he hated that face. It was unfairly adorable, and he loathed how persuasive his hikari could be with just that one, stupid...

"Fine." He reluctantly snarled to the wall, trying not to look back at his partner's face. "I dreamt that the d*mned Pharaoh and his brat wanted some form of- ugh, offspring- so they acquired an ancient spell-book with a spell that would allow the spiky-haired runt to carry a child."

Ryou blinked, not seeing the reason behind the fighting. "...that's odd, but not exactly humorous..."

"There's more- the spell backfired somehow, and YOU ended up pregnant with that d*mned Pharaoh's child!" Bakura finally chanced a glance back at his hikari's face, expecting to see a giggling smirk.

But to his confusion, Ryou's expression was one of concern, not laughter.

"Bakura... that- that wasn't a dream."

"Yes, I know, it was nightmare."

"Er, that's not exactly what I meant..." The hikari gave a heavy pause before glancing back at his partner. "... Bakura, did you really forget?"

"Eh? Forget what?"

Ryou paused for a moment, before lifting the blankets off his form, revealing an overly round, extended stomach.

Bakura let out a horrified howl, as though his entire head was engulfed in flames, before running out of the house and down the street, still wearing nothing but his dark blue boxers.

The stunned hikari could only blink as the screeching Egyptian fled into the night. A few moments later, Ryou pulled the pillow out from beneath his shirt and sighed. 'Well I certainly didn't expect him to react that badly... I didn't even get a chance to say 'April Fool's!'" The nonplussed duelist fluffed the white square up again before placing it back against the headboard. "But he'll be back, once he inevitably figures it out...' With a tired yawn, the tired hikari pressed his head back into the pillow and tried to return to the world of blissful slumber. But not even ten minutes had passed before a familiar ringing sound interrupted his attempts at rest.

'Huh?' Ryou knew the sound was his cell phone, but who on Earth would be ringing at this time of night? 'It's almost two o'clock, who could be-' Ryou quickly grabbed the phone and instinctively hit the 'answer' button without checking the caller ID. "Er, hello-"

He was promptly interrupted by Yami's panicked voice, bellowing into the line at top volume. "RYOU! YOUR CRAZED OTHER HALF IS HERE, TRYING TO BREAK DOWN THE FRONT DOOR IN HIS BOXERS; AND HE'S THREATENING TO MURDER ME BECAUSE HE THINKS I GOT YOU PREGNANT?!"