Mariku helped his beloved thief back up to his luxurious master bedroom. He assisted Bakura into the bed and pulled the gold silk sheets up over him and fluffed a few pillows for under his head.
"Comfortable?" He inquired with the same stupid grin on his face. "I am just fine," Bakura snarled at Mariku and was becoming annoyed with the other. Mariku rolled his eyes and looked back at the clock hanging on his wall. It was extremely late and to him Bakura seemed delirious and unstable to the point where he couldn't possibly be by himself.
"Its late. You can stay here tonight." He commented. He turned back to Bakura and gave him a little peck on the forehead. "Good night." Bakura seemed to be a little upset that Mariku had not kissed him directly and had merely done so on his forehead. He shrugged it off and went to bed feeling that he was exhausted and was in need of a good rest.
Mariku walked off towards the drapes on the adjacent wall and pulled them aside. There was a pair of glass sliding doors that led to a wooden deck out back that loomed over the yard.
He leaned over the banister and looked up at the that almost full moon. He thought about Bakura's dream and how he said that he and Malik had stabbed the poor thief. "He dreamt that Malik and myself had stabbed him or whatever the hell happened. I would never…" A tear fell from his eye. He was hurt that Bakura would have such a dream where that would ever happen.
He disappeared completely off of the porch and appeared on the ceilng above Bakura, just like he had one of the first times he come across the robber after the three long years they were apart. He watched the robber stir frighteningly as if he were having another horrible dream.
Mariku was curious and wanted to know everything. He lowered himself from the ceiling and knelt down on the bed beside Bakura. His tan limb reached out to Bakura with his palm spread wide. He placed it upon Bakura's forehead and closed his eyes as he chanted an ancient spell.
He fell unconscious beside Bakura as his spirit entered the thief's demented mind. Everything was dark, but then a sudden light burst and everything could be seen. He was just back in his mansion. In his own mind he had a shadow of doubt that his spell had worked and that it had just overpowered him and knocked him out completely.
He reached out for Bakura's face, but his hand went right through him. He was now merely a spirit and could not touch the other in his dreams. Suddenly, his room evaporated and Bakura was supposedly awake in his dream now.
There was a dark mist surrounding the white haired male who was now just floating in the darkness. Mariku seemed confused and didn't know what was happening exactly.
Just then, Mariku saw a mirror image of himself appear beside the robber. The mirror image of Bakura opened his deep chocolate eyes and stared at the dreamt up version of Mariku. "Mariku…? Help me…its so cold and dark…" The dreamt Bakura whispered.
"Bakura, I hate you. I wish you would die and leave me to live out the rest of my damn life." The image spat back at Bakura. He fell onto what was a solid object and was on his knees, weaping. Mariku was kind of put off by the fact that Bakura was crying about it being cold and dark, and especially since he was practically begging to be saved from the shadows.
"Mariku, what are you saying?" He screamed, his voice echoing throughout the darkness.