AN: So this is kind of fluffy crack which I thought of after the last drabble. It isn't related to it because that would make no sense but here *presents whatever the hell this is*
Oh! I don't own anything.
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A smash echoes through the sky shortly after its companion arcs to the ground.
"Oh," I presume that must have woken me up and watch for a few seconds while my brain catches up with me.
"Fuck!" The voice isn't mine, "What the hell! Why the hell would anyone unleash Slither! Shit!" My yami appears behind me and urges me up.
"What are you doing?" He stares at me, face frozen in shock and fear.
"What am I doing? What are you doing?! We need to move before it kills us!" His voice is almost hysterical by the end. The darkness in the room starts increasing and it suddenly clicks…
He thinks the storm is a rampaging god… That's actually quite funny. Holding in my laughter I put a hand on his shoulder. In his panic he flinches, eyes searing into me in terror.
"So, you're afraid by this?" I question carefully. His expression gains a little more normality as he arches an eyebrow in incredulity. He doesn't even answer.
"It's not a god Bakura-san. It's a storm…" He stares for a second and I feel him riffle through my memories. His body seems to sink as relief washes over him.
"Oh." He stares out of the window, "I still don't like it…" I chuckle watching the shadows recede.
"You can stay in my soul room for tonight if you promise not to wake me up again." He sneers, disappearing as I laugh. Quietly I slip back into bed.
As I expect he soon joins me, the bed in my soul room dipping as his back presses against mine.
'Thank you.' I send calm feelings back at him.
Even three-thousand year old thief king spirits get scared sometimes. As much as they would deny it.
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This idea pretty much came from my brain going, 'Hey, I bet they didn't have storms in Ancient Eygpt. Imagine if Bakura didn't know what they were. Well they probably did have storms in Egypt… Whatever, it would be funny.'
Yes, my brain has a dialogue instead of a monologue, deal with it.
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