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Part 4

"Well, he should be just fine. Luckily you got him warmed up and out of the cold, he might have a slight fever but it's nothing to be worried about. Just keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't overexert himself." The doctor, a large, friendly man with a greying beard, instructed. He brushed a hand against Bakura's forehead, checking for any signs of fever and smiling when he found none.

"Thank you for coming out this late, you'll be compensated for the inconvenience." Seto assured, seeing the doctor out of the room and down the stairs to the front door of the mansion.

"It's no trouble at all, if you have any problems just give me a call. Goodnight, Mr. Kaiba." The doctor nodded his head politely, heading out into the darkness back to his car.

"Goodnight."

XxXxX

"Well, there's some good news. I figured he'd be bedridden for days," Marik remarked as Seto joined him in Bakura's room, handing the violent eyed yami a mug of hot soup. Marik took it gratefully, watching Seto take a delicate sip from his own mug.

"He just needs to sleep it off," the CEO murmured over the steam rising from his soup. He was actually glad Marik was there; for once he didn't have to deal with everything on his own. It had been a stressful night, but it was comforting to know Marik had been there with him the whole time, watching Bakura while he called the doctor, carrying the smaller yami into the house… One of the things he liked about Marik was that while being much stronger than him, the yami just did what he asked when it was important without arguing. He didn't contest who was running the show, he trusted Seto to know what he was doing and followed along with it, making himself useful where he could. Seto respected him for that, which didn't happen often.

"Is everyone else still downstairs?" Marik asked, following Seto out of Bakura's room, leaving the thief to sleep.

"No, they went to bed about half an hour ago," the brunette yawned. "We should get some sleep too, we can deal with everything else in the morning." He liked being able to say 'we' can deal with everything for once.

"Good idea, it's after three. I can foresee tomorrow being an interesting day…" Marik sighed.

"Lovely," The CEO muttered flatly, making the Egyptian laugh.

"'Night, Seto." Marik grinned, raising his mug in a salute before heading off into his room.

Seto made his way into his own room and closed the door, setting his soup down while he got ready for bed. Only once he laid his head down on the pillow did he realise that Marik had called him by his first name.

XxXxX

He'd never been much of a morning person, but when he woke up to the sound of a door closing somewhere in the building Bakura groaned and buried his face in the pillow. For a few minutes he lay still, slowly remembering the night before and piecing together what must have happened after he'd passed out.

This, he supposed, must be the Kaiba mansion again. He remembered hearing someone say something about bringing him back here.

Well, he mused, there was no point in laying in bed all day. Yanking the covers off, he got up unsteadily and noticed what he was wearing. That meant one of those two had undressed him… For a moment he mulled over getting angry about it, then sighed. He was still drained from the night before, and decided he didn't have the energy. He'd just make a note to find out who it was and get them back later.

Yawning sleepily, the albino tomb robber opened the door and slowly made his way downstairs towards the dining room.

XxXxX

Seto, being naturally an early riser, had been up for more than an hour even after the drama of the previous night. He'd started making breakfast himself, since his cook had been fired years before. He usually made his own meals anyway, but this morning Marik appeared after half an hour or so and helped out. By the time Yami made it downstairs – being the first of Yugi-tachi to wake up – there was a huge plate of pancakes in the middle of the enormous dining table.

"You made enough for an army," the game king commented as Seto sat down at the table and Marik took a seat next to him.

"Then we'd better eat what we can before Jounouchi and Honda get down here," Marik grinned, pouring syrup over his pancakes.

"You have a point," Yami conceded, taking a seat and a plate as well. "Did you manage to catch the tomb robber last night?" The pharaoh smirked, cutting up his pancake into squares.

"He came back here with us, if that's what you mean," Seto frowned, not liking the tone of Yami's voice.

"Mmmh?" A sleepy murmur came from over by the doorway and the three at the table looked over to see Bakura standing there rubbing his eyes groggily, wearing a shirt and shirts that showed off his long, shapely legs.

"'Morning, 'Kura," Marik smiled at the sleepy thief, pulling out a chair by himself and Seto for the grave robber to sit down. "Hungry?"

"Mh, coffee…" Bakura mumbled, and Seto poured him out a cup, eyes sparkling in amusement because he'd never seen how… well, cute Bakura acted in the mornings.

Giving Yami a wary if sleepy glare, Bakura made his way around the side of the table towards where Seto and Marik sat.

"Nice legs, tomb robber," Yami laughed as the thief passed him. Instead of turning and glaring death at the Pharaoh as Marik and Seto expected, Bakura froze as though someone had just pressed a gun to his back, his eyes widened in shock.

"Bakura?" Seto questioned, surprised when the thief suddenly turned and bolted back out of the room. In the moment of silence that followed they could hear his footsteps running up the stairs and a door slamming at the top.

"What was that all about?" Yami asked, puzzled.

"I'm going to find out," Seto growled, now certain that Yami was causing Bakura to act so strangely, whether it was intentional or not.

"He's even more insane than I thought," the Pharaoh snorted as Seto left the dining room and headed up to Bakura's room, Marik right behind him.

"It's him, isn't it? He must have done something," Marik echoed Seto's thoughts as they rushed to the albino yami's room. Opening the door, though, all they found was an open window.

"Damn it!" Marik snarled, checking outside to see if he could catch a glimpse of the tomb robber.

"He'll be ok for now, there's no use going out and dragging him back here again." Seto sighed. "The closet's open, it looks like he at least took some warm clothes this time."

Marik glanced at the closet and dragged a hand through his hair, cursing.

"Ok," he finally said, moving to sit on the bed beside Seto. "You're the level-headed genius here. What are we going to do about this?"

Thinking for a minute, Seto smirked. He liked the fact that Marik didn't even consider that it wasn't their problem. He was going to make it their problem whether Bakura liked it or not. Once Marik decided something, it was almost impossible to change his mind.

"First, we're going to go back down, have breakfast and get rid of the Super Friends. Then I'm going to need to make some phone calls."

Marik laughed lightly. He loved it when Seto had a plan.

TBC

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