I still own nothing.

"talking"

'mindlink'

thoughts

Mirrors

"Ryou!" Bakura hissed softly. Nothing responded. The ancient thief had been wandering the dark halls of his own mind when everything changed. The walls were no longer ancient crumbling stone but mirrors. Luminescent, one leading into another, in long and sharp turns. The floor had turned from warm sand to cool metal.

"Ryou!" Bakura hissed again, this time loud enough to wake the dead. The spirit stared angrily at his reflections, willing one of them to have the softer features of his hikari. He wanted an explanation as to why he was suddenly thrown into the timid boy's soul room.

"Ryou I swear to Ra, if you don't answer me..." he let his sentence trail off as a bright light reflected off the mirrors. He ran in the direction he believed it was coming from.

When he finally made it to the source of light, he was more than a little surprised to see two giant windows. The two giant openings were almond shaped. Bakura stalked to the windows and glared out of them at a giant head.

"What the-" Bakura mumbled as he recognized the head as the Pharaoh's hikari, Yugi.

"You should come too, Ryou! It would be fun!!!" The cheery boy tried to persuade.

"Thanks Yugi, but I don't think..."

"If you're worried about Bakura, I can handle him if he decides to do anything hostile." A deeper, more mature voice sounded from the short boy's mouth.

"I'd like to see you try, Pharaoh." Bakura sneered at the giant image of his nemesis.

"I still don't think it's a good idea." Ryou mumbled down trodden.

"Smart kid." Bakura grunted. He was vaguely aware that as the conversation was proceeding, the walls were turning from their previous gray color to a dark blue. The color of the walls was reflected by the mirrors.

"Well if you change your mind..." Yugi smiled sadly. The teen turned and ran to catch up with his other friends who had grown tired of waiting for him.

Ryou looked down at his shoes, succeeding in making Bakura mildly seasick. The boy started to head for the door to the classroom when he was called back by his teacher. "Mr. Bakura, may I have a word?" Her voice was sharp and strict.

"Yes, ma'am?" He answered politely.

"You've been absent, six times this month!" She exploded in frustration. Her brown eyes were trying to analyze what was going on in her students head.

"I've handed in the missed work, haven't I?" Ryou replied still politely though the irritated hint in his voice could be picked up if one were listening. Around Bakura, the walls were starting to change from their navy blue shade to a blood red. It was slightly chilling to see how his innocent hikari could project such a disturbing soul room.

"The work isn't the problem. The problem is most of those absences weren't excused! Do you honestly have more important matter to attend to that requires you to skip class?" She interrogated angrily.

"Anything's more important than listening to you babble about nothing, woman." Bakura huffed. Ryou continued to apologize to his angry teacher, though he couldn't conjure a suitable excuse for the woman. After receiving his two detention punishment, Ryou sulked out of the class room.

"Hey look, it's the creepy albino!" a crude voice leered from behind Ryou as he walked out of the school doors. Three bulky figures and one skinny beak-nosed teen, bolted forward to block Ryou's way. The smaller and obviously less violent Ryou was trapped with the door to his back. Unfortunately that particular escape route could only be opened from the inside.

"Hey what's the rush?" One of the big teens grunted.

"Maybe he's afraid of catching fire. I mean it is still daylight, and vampires are allergic to the sun." The skinny one replied, the other three laughed obnoxiously to the stupid insult.

"You want to know what it's like to be on fire, huh?" Bakura smirked deviously to himself. He was sadly disappointed to find he could not take control of the body in his hikari's soul room. So, in alternative he settled for cursing at the idiotic teens and committing their faces to memory so he could take revenge later.

"So you idiots can't find anything better to do, than to stand here and block my way." A cold voice sneered from the now open door.

"Shit, my old man works for Kaiba. Let's get out of here." The skinny one growled and led his pack away from Ryou.

The teen billionaire stalked passed Ryou without a glance, but Ryou felt compelled to verbally express his gratitude. "Thanks, Kaiba."

"Whatever." Was the stoic reply. Ryou took the teen's words as an odd form of 'your welcome', Bakura however began fuming.

"Annoying spoiled priest! He should have all of his money and fancy shit shoved straight up his--"

'Bakura, that's not nice.' Bakura jumped at the sound of the voice and looked around him bewildered.

"So you can hear me!" Bakura growled accusingly.

'Yes, I can.'

"I'm going to give you five seconds to explain." He hissed in a malevolent tone.

'I wanted you to see. But, you haven't learned anything. Or maybe you just don't care.'

"Care about what?" he yelled losing his patience.

'Me.' That simple word caused a silence that seemed longer than a millennia, but lasted only a second.

"Of course I care about you, baka!"

'You have an odd way of showing it.'

"Why do you think I send all those idiotic bullies to the shadow realm, or why do I continuously take over the body when I know you can't handle the situation, or why-"

'Bakura, if you cared you'd let me go with my friends.'

"Then go to the stupid party!"

'Thanks, Baku!' After a blinding flash of light, Bakura was put back into his own soul room. After regaining his balance he growled to no one in particular.

"I hate it when he does that."

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