Kaiba pays for the bill and they step outside to find its pouring rain. Bakura looks to the sky and relishes in the feeling of the cool water sliding over his skin refreshingly, his clothes starting to get soaked. Kaiba takes off his coat and places it on Bakura's shoulders, pulling it tightly around his thin frame. Bakura looks up into Kaiba's eyes and smiles.
"Thank you."
The limo pulls up shortly after and they get in, waiting to arrive at the Kaiba mansion. They step out and make their way inside, shedding their shoes. Bakura pulls Kaiba into a tight hug.
"Thank you for such a wonderful night." Before Kaiba can react, Bakura is running to his room and shutting the door. He falls onto the bed and looks up at the ceiling, a smile on his face.
"You're pathetic."
"Shut up. You ruin everything for me; just let me enjoy this feeling."
The spirit materializes near the bed, staring down at Bakura with cold brown eyes.
"Why should I? You know Kaiba doesn't love you. He's using you, like a pretty toy. Once he's had his fill he'll toss you away. You know I am the only one that is a constant in your life, the only one that will never leave. Just accept it and give into me."
The spirit makes his way to the bed, crawling up the length of Bakura's body like a predator stalking its prey. Bakura flinches, eyes wide with fear. The spirit leans in to kiss Bakura's lips, only inches away. Bakura shuts his eyes tightly. When nothing happens, he opens them to see the spirit sitting on his lap, head tilted back as he laughs sadistically.
"Ahahaha! You really are a sight to behold."
The spirit disappears, leaving Bakura lying on the bed with a racing heart.
Bakura prepares breakfast, a simple meal of eggs, toast, and sausages. As he waits for the sausages to brown, he leans against the counter and his mind is filled with thought.
He separates the food onto two plates and brings them into the dining room, setting the table just as Kaiba arrived. Mokuba was spending the weekend at a friend's house and wouldn't be back until Sunday night, so it left Kaiba and Bakura alone in the large house together.
"Good morning." Bakura says, his usually cheerful tune absent.
"Morning." Kaiba sits down and immediately begins to eat breakfast. Bakura nibbles at his food here and there, his eyes downcast. Kaiba watches the white haired boy.
"Is something wrong?"
Bakura is startled by the question.
"No."
Kaiba doesn't push any farther. Bakura cleans up the dishes and spends the day doing chores.
It's just after ten p.m. The moon is high in the dark sky. Bakura slips on a black t-shirt that hugs his supple form and grey skinny jeans. He steps out into the night, the wind howling in the distance. He makes his way towards town, walking down the barren streets.
"Well well well, look who it is." Bakura freezes in place. Knows that voice. He turns, coming face to face with Misha and two of his followers. Misha has a black eye and a swollen lip.
"Looks like the tables turned, haven't they Bakura?" The three boys make an attempt to surround him. He bolts, running as fast as he can down a side alley, his assailants hot on his heels. Misha reaches out and grabs Bakura's wrist, throwing him roughly to the cement. They press in close, taking turns kicking him in the ribs. Bakura yells out in pain and coughs up blood, staining the stone crimson red. Misha grabs him by the collar, holding him up so his feet dangle above the ground.
"I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me!" Misha throws Bakura at the wall, causing him to let out a pained yelp. The dark haired boy punches him in the face, his head snapping to the side. Bakura's back slides down the wall until he's on the ground. Blood slides down his chin and neck.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet!" He grabs Bakura's ankles, dragging him closer.
"Please, no!" Bakura cries out and Misha tears open his shirt roughly, the fabric falling away. Proceeds to pull Bakura's pants off. Tears slide down his face.
"Don't you dare lay another finger on him!" A cold, venom filled voice booms through the alley, echoing and reverberating off the walls. All three assailants turn to look at the man.
"Bakura, you didn't tell me you had an older twin brother. Perhaps I'll fuck him instead. Get him." The two followers step forward, blocking the path between the spirit and Misha.
"Two on one? That's dirty." The spirit smirks as they step closer. The first assailant swings a punch at his head, but he simply ducks to avoid it.
"You're going to have to do better than that." The spirit chuckles. The first assailant sends a flurry of punches towards the spirit, keeping him distracted while the second assailant gets behind him and kicks the backs of his knees, causing him to collapse onto his hands on the cold concrete. He lifts his head to see Misha advancing on Bakura, making an attempt to strip the helpless boy of his boxers while he flails and struggles.
The spirit lets out a roar and gets to his feet quickly, tackling one of the assailants to the alley wall and punching him repeatedly in the face, breaking his nose. He turns on the second, dodging a punch before swiftly kicking him to the ground and knocking the wind from his lungs. He turns on Misha, dark eyes filled with fire. The dark haired boy pulls out a knife, holding it in front of himself.
"You think that will protect you? You make me laugh." The spirit hisses, advancing on him. Misha swings the blade, slicing at the air only an inch away from the spirit. He steps back, managing to keep out of reach of the blade.
Misha lunges forward, thrusting the knife into the left side of the spirits stomach. He yells out in pain, falling to his knees as it's ripped from its resting place, crimson liquid staining his white shirt red.
"Looks like it will protect me." Misha mocks, prepares for the killing blow.
"NO!" Bakura uses the last of his strength to jump onto Misha's back, pulling him away from the incapacitated spirit. Misha swings the blade, trying to get Bakura off of him. He throws Bakura to the ground and the spirit lunges forward, driving the blade through the palm of his hand to tear it away from Misha. He rips the blade from his palm and holds it to Misha's throat.
"If you ever touch Bakura again, I will kill you." The spirit snarls in Misha's face. Misha nods and the spirit lets him go, watching him run with his followers in tow.
The spirit turns back to Bakura, who is hardly standing and slightly swaying on his feet. He makes his way to the white haired boy, who collapses in his arms. He flinches at the pressure on his wounds, but doesn't pull away. He holds Bakura tightly, his own strength beginning to diminish. He picks Bakura up bridal style and makes his way towards the Kaiba mansion.
The mansion is dark as the spirit rings the doorbell several times urgently. He can hardly hold Bakura's weight, and knows he can't keep a physical form much longer. A light turns on and Kaiba opens the door, clad in plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt. His eyes widen when they fall on Bakura's unconscious and mostly naked body.
"What did you-"
"I'll explain later, right now he needs medical attention." The spirit tries to sound annoyed, but instead sounds exhausted. Kaiba takes Bakura into his arms and heads to the kitchen, laying him on the table. He pulls out a first aid kit and rummages through it.
"He was attacked. I couldn't get there fast enough to stop him from getting hurt," The spirit lets himself collapse onto a nearby chair, placing his injured hand over the wound on his stomach. "They attacked him and tried to rape him." Kaiba disinfects Bakura's wounds and begins to bandage them to the best of his ability. He flinches slightly at the last words. There's a cut on his hairline, multiple bruises on his ribs, he has a split lip and his mouth is full of blood. Kaiba notices that the spirit shares the same wounds, except there's a large wound on his stomach and the palm of his hand.
"You two share pain?" He asks, wrapping a bandage around Bakura's head and over parts of his hair.
"In a sense, yes. Any pain inflicted on him I must bear, but if it's inflicted on me he will not be injured."
Kaiba finishes tending to Bakura's wounds and puts the supplies away. He turns to the spirit.
"Thank you." The spirit raises his head at Kaiba's words. Gratitude shines in his eyes for a moment before they darken.
"There's no need for thanks, I simply did what I must to save the life of my host, and therefore my own."
Bakura stirs and groans, his eyes fluttering open.
"Yami…?" The spirit stands and makes his way to Bakura's side, ignoring the pain shooting through his body.
"Yes, I'm here."
Bakura weakly smiles at him. Takes his hand in his own. Interlocks their fingers.
"I can't stay much longer, I'm afraid."
Bakura seems upset by this.
"Please don't go."
"I must, but there's someone here that can take care of you." The spirit pulls away, taking a few steps back and nodding to Kaiba, who rushes to Bakura's side. The spirit smiles when no one is looking and closes his eyes before fading away.
Kaiba pulls the white haired boy into a gentle hug, inhaling his scent of mint and honey.
"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. I'm supposed to protect you. I-"
"It's ok." Bakura nuzzles into Kaiba. Wishes he could feel like this forever. Never forget what it's like to be safe.