AN: Inspired by Florence+ the Machine's 'What Kind Of Man' which I also don't own but will have on CD as soon as possible.
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The rain goes straight through him as he watches his host who watches the sky.
Again Bakura wonders why the stupid man would risk his health just to watch a storm. They aren't rare in Domino and they certainly weren't back in England. He wonders why he doesn't just take over the body and go back inside. In fact, that would be a great idea.
His hikari stands soaked to the bone, eyes blinking slowly as thunder arcs overhead. If he didn't know better he would think his hikari was unaware of his presence.
"It's like us…" He utters finally tearing his eyes from the sky to stare at his yami, "It's why I like the storm… We disagree and the tension builds around us until it smashes. Then after a while it calms and is gone." Despite his calm expression Bakura can feel the storm inside his Hikari.
It's one of the reasons he doesn't drag him inside just yet.
He understands that just as Bakura needs to play shadow games to release stress, Ryou needs to be reminded of the bigger, less perfect picture. Aside from that, Bakura likes these times. When he has no need to argue with his hikari or influence his mind. As much as he hates to admit it he finds the boy's mind interesting. Not just his memories either.
He loves to watch the thought patterns in his landlord's mind shift and double back on each other in an effort to provide a balanced view or to properly understand the argument being presented. Especially the exasperation when he can rationalise what Bakura wants to do despite the horror displayed by everyone else.
That is the sweetest victory to Bakura even if the boy won't admit it.
That horrifies a small part of him.
Part of him can't believe that this man- no, boy- no, mortal- could make him feel any affection. That is what it is the end anyway.
Just as Ryou rationalises his experiences so does Bakura. He thinks to himself that his victory causes happiness, that he likes the confusion in his hikari's mind, that he enjoys the submission of the young boy. He knows that the real happiness comes from their understanding and that he actually likes the complexity of the thoughts his hikari can handle. Most of all he enjoys his lighter half's companionship.
"Sometimes I think we are a storm." The boy continues after a short pause to compose the vortex of his thoughts, "We clash so much but if one of us goes missing then there's nothing left." Bakura ruffles his hikari's hair vowing not to let that happen. Gently he peeks inside Ryou's soul room as the last remnants of the storm disperse.
Ryou presses lips to the forehead of the spirit only he can touch. The yami scowls in mock irritation at the silent gratitude from his hikari.
"Just get inside."
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Wow, this sucks… anyway hope someone enjoys reading this or even just looking at it and thinking 'wow, what a load of crap'.