"Bakura?"

"Hm?"

"I had a weird dream last night..."

The platinum-blonde haired teenage boy stared blankly at the TV, paying to attention to the daytime drama being shown. He lay on the couch, head propped up with one hand, remembering the dream he spoke of. He was waiting for some sort of response from the silver-haired one sitting on the floor and against the sofa, idly looking through a deck of cards.

"Weird how?" he mumbled in response, half-listening.

The one on the couch continued staring for a moment, recalling the dream exactly. "I was watching this bird... It was flying over my home, just circling and gliding and all the stuff birds do. I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it," he paused, wondering if Bakura was even listening, but continued just for the sake of getting it out. "Then... it fell..."

Bakura scoffed. "Fell? What do you mean, it fell?"

"I don't know; it just seemed to get tired or something, and it landed in a bush. When I went to see if it was okay... it was dead."

"Well, it probably wouldn't live through plummeting like that," he concluded, putting the newly arranged deck on a table next to the couch. "You should go; Ryou'll be getting out of school soon."

"...Right," the boy on the couch mumbled. He sort of regretted telling his dream to Bakura, but he knew he wouldn't have taken it seriously anyway. He clicked the TV off and rolled onto his feet, nearly kicking the other in the head. "Tell him I said hi, okay?" he asked as he headed to the door.

"Sure, but don't expect a response," Bakura answered as his friend walked out the door.

"I know," seventeen year old Malik Ishtar muttered to himself as he reached for his shoes. "He can't stand me," he sighed, walking away from Ryou Bakura's house.