Damages.
Again the phone rang. His nerves were shot. He didn't have to look, the phone had been ringing none stop for three days now. It was frustrating. Mai shouldn't call or come around. There was no reason for her to be around. We're just friends. …the same unexpected hurt feeling came back again. Bakura groaned, it was annoying, constantly his mind wondered back to that moment. He had to push her away.
He blinked, looking around the empty burnt down building he stood in. His favorite gray hoodie on. It was quiet and the smell of ash and soot slightly bothered him. "Looks like someone beat us to it." Quickly his eyes searched and spotted Marik kneeling down by a large pile of ashes. "…how sad, I actually liked this home."
Bakura shrugged, "It was time for us to move on anyways… " his phone rang again.
"Don't tell me… you two are having a little fight?" Marik teased. "You know if we move… you're going to have to tell her…. We'll be moving to England this time." Bakura sighed, "Yeah I'm not too fond of it either…"
"You're surprisingly calm for someone whose home was just lost… thought you'd be a bit more furious."
"I have other things to worry about…. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly curious as to who did this…"