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Chapter Seven
Ryou yawned and curled up on Bakura's bed. Yami and Malik had been doing ahem the unmentionable for an hour and a half by now and he was getting bored. As he closed his eyes, he realized that they were no longer making noise, and he drifted into a fitful sleep.
Bakura stood before Ryou, glaring at him. There was a buzzing in Ryou's ears, rather annoying, really. As Bakura stepped closer, she buzzing became louder, and clearer. Then people began to appear around him, closing in around him in a circle.
They were chanting something... Ryou couldn't exactly tell what just yet. As they came closer, he could make their faces out, turning counter-clockwise. Bakura stood in front of him, then Yugi, Tea, Kaiba, Yarik, and even Mokuba. They all chanted the same thing. Then he wheeled around, and they all disappeared, leaving behind a mirror.
Silence roared about his ears as he approached the mirror, and he saw within nothing but blackness. He reached out a white hand, extending long, thin fingers toward the glass, hesitating just by the surface. His reflection suddenly appeared, reaching out of the mirror to grab his outstretched wrist.
As he tried to wrest his arm free, his reflection began to chant. It was clear, echoing back to him in the darkness like a rolling tide, washing over him like a tsunami: "Too weak. Be strong. Too weak. Too weak."
Ryou felt himself begin to fall, and clung to the edge of the darkness with an arm and a leg.
"Too weak..."
He hit the floor with an audible thump and jumped up, not quite knowing where he was. As he oriented himself, he saw that he was still in Bakura's room. He must have been tossing and turning in his sleep, because the bedsheets were a mess, and he slowly realized that he'd fallen off the bed entirely.
Yami and Malik burst into the room, asking what had happened.
"I... I think I fell off the bed in my sleep," Ryou said, wiping the sand from his eyes. How long had he been out? He glanced at the clock. Only about half an hour had passed. A sudden thought crossed his mind. "Umm, you two haven't been... you know... this whole time, have you?"
Yami laughed. "No, no, of course not. We did it once, then made crashing noises on the ceiling for your benefit."
Malik laughed as well, walking over and hugging his fellow hikari. "Did we really have you going for that long?" he asked.
Ryou blushed and nodded, looking down. Malik hugged him again, then told them that they should work on Ryou's walk again.
Ryou looked up and shook his head. "Remember what happened last time," he offered.
Yami covered his crotch in mock pain. He gasped. "I remember," he squeaked, teasing Ryou.
"Don't worry," Malik said. "It'll be fine." Then he leaned in and whispered into Ryou's ear, "Besides, we could always tape a bowl over it for protection."
KC666: Hey, now, was that nice?! Production of this fic may slow down; I have sprained my wrist. Just keep an eye out ok? Thanx to everyone!