Y O U

"Hey Seto."

There was a voice. A voice and it was piercing that nice comfortable dark sleep-like haze that had just settled over him like a warm blanket. He would ignore it. Yes, that was a good idea.

"Hey, Seto. I know you're not sleeping." His shoulder was nudged rather roughly.

So he sighed and opened his eyes. "What?"

"Do you dream?"

… Something was going to die soon. "You woke me up just to ask me something that stupid?"

"Don't lie to me, you weren't sleeping yet."

"How the hell do you know?"

"Still breathing too many times per minute."

Alright, he'd known Bakura was obsessive but that was just creepy. "… You count?"

Bakura shrugged faintly. "When I leave you're always sleeping so it's not hard to keep track of. Thieves like to know those kinds of things, you know."

No, he didn't, but then he also didn't care to continue this conversation any longer than needed so he kept his mouth shut.

Silence stretched between them for a few moments, and Seto almost settled to go back to trying to sleep when Bakura's voice came again, "So, do you dream?"

Time for some scientific facts. "Everyone dreams, Bakura."

"What do you dream about?"

"Why the sudden curiousity?" And now, of all times… he stole a glance at the clock, it read three twenty-two in the morning. Great.

"It's always interested me."

… Twitch.

Since Seto didn't reply, Bakura went on. "I've always dreamed about fire and blood and dark things." He didn't mention the certain people who sometimes ventured into his dream world. He didn't think that would help get information out of Seto. "I wondered if everyone dreams about things that made them happy."

… Was there some kind of force that would take pity on him and kill him now? All he wanted was to sleep and here he was learning that the man he sleeps with entertains enjoyable dreams about blood.

"What do you dream about, Seto?" Bakura pressed.

Something believable, quick. "Numbers." He rolled over and closed his eyes again. Maybe if he made it obvious enough Bakura would just give up.

Bakura took a moment to digest that, and Seto took advantage of that moment to thrust himself as deep into sleep as possible. He was just teetering on the edge when Bakura spoke next, so the words were hazy and drifting through a muffling curtain, "Really?"

"No…" Hmm? Was he speaking? He didn't think so, it must be some kind of trick of his sleepy brain….

"What, then?"

What was he talking about? Asking? Hnn… dreaming… something like that. "You."

… Ah good, it was silent. He could sleep now.