Bakura glared at the door, imagining his hands wrapped around the guard's neck. Surprisingly, he felt Ryou's agreement. /Why/ Ryou's surprise echoed down their link, before his host sent him an embarrassed burst of feelings – love, anger, protectiveness, trust, and an edge of pain. It took Bakura a few moments to sort the confused mix out, but once he had, things fell into place.
/So./ His eyes narrowed further in concentration. /Did you know, my light, that our souls are intertwined in a way that cannot be changed/
/No./ Startled confusion echoed through his mind. /Yes. You told me something about that didn't you? You said that I could never get rid of you, because you were me and I was you./
/Yes./ Bakura sent back his pleasure and pride at Ryou's understanding. /Exactly. We are, in part, one person. The pharaoh and Yugi are the same. One soul was split into darkness and light, and those pieces each grew another half of a soul, so that they would not be broken anymore. So those parts of our souls that we did not create resonate with each other. If you feel something, I will also feel it, unless I am consciously blocking you out./
/What/ Mental eyes widened, and Bakura felt Ryou's unskilled effort to probe his mind. Disdain filtered through from his mind to Ryou's for a moment before he quickly suppressed it. Ryou gave him a confused apology, then returned to the subject at hand. /So you... like her too/
/I.../ Bakura trailed off, then opened his mind to Ryou's probe. He didn't know what he felt, really. He liked the girl, and definitely lusted after her, but was that really love? Ryou's gentle touch on his mind allowed him to see what his light saw, and he watched as his emotions filtered through his light's innocent mind and back to him.
"Well," he answered Anzu's question with a smirk. "I can think of a few things."
Both he and Ryou watched her carefully, wondering what her reaction to that would be. After a moment, Anzu's perplexed look vanished, to be replaced with a burning look that made Ryou whoop for joy inside his soul room.
Bakura smirked and leaned over, taking one of her hands in both of his as he leaned closer until his face was inches away from hers. "Can't you?" he breathed.
"Oh, yes," Anzu closed the gap between their faces, pressing her lips to his gently. He closed his eyes, feeling the sensation flood through the link, ending up double, even triple the pleasure that the simple sensation of her lips on his should have elicited. One arm went up hesitantly to wrap around her waist, and somewhere in the back of mind he questioned whether it had been his will or his light's which had moved it. It didn't matter, he decided mistily. This felt too nice for him to be worrying about something that really didn't matter at all.
Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, and, thus encouraged, he lifted his other arm, letting it join the first around Anzu's slim waist. Ryou closed their eyes, and Bakura felt a moment of irritation at not being able to see her face. That disappeared, though, as soon as he felt Anzu's arms tighten around him. A smile curved their lips against the dancer's, and the three souls basked in the love that filled the room.