Realization.
Bakura sighed as he hung up. A ridiculous game of phone tag, she now was not answering. He looked around, everything had been different since she had stopped calling two days ago. "Why do you return a call after she gives up?" He quickly found Marik sitting on a chair reading.
There was no answer to that question. Actually the same question buzzed in his head as he dialed. This was nothing more than a pounding headache that he more than wanted rid of. Why now did he want to talk? He could've sworn it was better to not have that girl around…. Or so he thought. What made him push her away again?
"…you're just friends…"
He snapped. No time to have a second thought, his friend was against the wall and his hand gripped tight around his neck. "Say that again and I'll rip your tongue out." The gasps for air made him let go of his friend. What the hell was wrong with him? He watched as Marik stood straight. There wasn't a word exchanged among the two. Bakura groaned, he hated being wrong, he turned and left. Strange enough without another thought, Marik followed.