Disclaimer: ...Excuse me. -slits wrists-

Heartless-chan's Note: A really weird little fic I jotted down to amuse myself. O,o; I really

The little red numbers were flashing 4:34 in the morning. Bloodshot eyes watched as the last digit transitioned to a five. One of Yami Bakura's eyes twitched. He rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

No matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about his hikari...

/Yami, go to sleep.../ You know it's four in the morning when the 'normal' Bakura was trying to give orders.

Yami Bakura was getting a headache. He hadn't felt this terrible in a thousand years, and his light side was not making things any better.

"Why don't you?" the yami shot back, aloud. He was even more cranky than usual, and Bakura was about to get the brunt of his rage.

Too bad the boy didn't know this as he replied, in a softer voice, /You know I don't feel...comfortable... sleeping when you're still up.../

The darker half's lips curled in a sneer. Switching to laying on his stomach and burying his head in his pillow, he growled (albeit it was muffled), "What do you think I'm going to do at four- f-ing -AM!"

/...Blast and bugger! You know exactly what you're capable of/

Yami Bakura didn't respond, toying with an ivory strand of hair. He didn't want to let his hikari take control! He wasn't going to be getting sleep either way, so why not take advantage of the situation?

Bakura sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

/Where are you going/ His Hikari's mental voice was high-pitched with fear.

"To get the lay I desperately need. In my previous life I wasn't that attractive, you know, but now that I have your form...It has been centuries. I wonder if I can still-" his musings were cut off by Bakura's screeched:

/WHAT/

Yami Bakura rolled his eyes. It was a useless gesture, but the emotion behind it was felt. "Don't tell me you actually bought that? I was never desparate...you should know evil draws women like flies."

/..Well... Shite...so you're straight.../ Bakura's voice had shrunken to a squeak.

Yami Bakura shook his head, another useless gesture. "What was it that you called it? Bye? I like them both, nimrod."

/...Uh-huh.../

Dark, almost black eyes became even more narrowed. "Now what's wrong with you?"

/...Everything's just hunky-dory. Luvvly. Brill./

Then why was his tone so dull? Yami Bakura was about to pry, however, that reminded him why he had a headache again, why he couldn't sleep...

"DAMMIT! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOUR ENGLISH ACCENT?"

O.o;

/...I... don't... know.../

"...Damn dubbing keeping me awake..." Yami Bakura muttered, and went into the bathroom.

-End?