Candleshipping (Bakura Ryo/Kaiba Seto/Yami no Bakura)
. . .
Ryo sometimes fell asleep on Seto's couch. It was just something they both accepted at this point.
Ryo never told him when he was coming over, and Seto never acknowledged it if he wasn't supposed to be there. He'd be perched on the couch, fiddling with a game or chewing on his thumb while he stared at some distressing collection of the occult spread out on the coffee table. They'd glance at each other, and look away, and that would be the end of it. Seto wasn't really sure when it had started. Or why, even. But it was what it was. And at least he was quiet.
Sometimes, though, Ryo would fall asleep. And when that happened, he'd have nightmares.
Seto would hear the mumbling, even across the room at this desk. He'd see the drawn look, the pale face with the eyes squeezed shut. It was an expression that Seto understood.
It was one that he'd had a lot himself.
Maybe there was a reason Ryo found other couches to sleep on instead of his own.
"Please...please..."he'd mumble, and Seto would find himself getting up, walking across the room, and sitting on the floor beside him, gripping the hand that dangled off the side of the couch until the shaking stopped and Ryo's eyes opened.
Seto didn't ask who Ryo saw in his dreams. Ryo would talk about it sometimes. A man that shared his face, his hands, his body. One that would carve into him with his own hands, his mind locked inside his own head and unable to stop it. One that would send him his worst nightmares. Seto thought he remembered that one. He had seen the face that wasn't Ryo's on Ryo's face before.
"He's gone," Seto sometimes said.
Ryo would look at him with a gray, haunted expression.
"They never really leave us," he said, and it was not the hopeful phrase that it should have been.
Seto thought of a man that he was supposed to call father, and silently, he agreed.
Some demons never went away.
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A/N: Idfk tbh. Next is Cageshipping (Yami Bakura x Marik x Yami Yugi).
