In which Marik and Bakura have a late night visitor...
Loud shouts stirred him from his slumber. Blinking blurrily he glanced first to his right, noting the slight dent in the mattress indicating his missing companion, then to the left where the alarm clock sat, blinking clearly on the number 3:58.
Trying to find the relation between those two Bakura yawned, pressing a hand to his mouth. Screams, a missing Marik, and 4 in the morning?
...Ah. Humming in satisfaction when it dawned on him the bluenette snuggled back into the blankets, listening intently as the screams reached their peak, then stopped.
Shortly after the sound of someone hurrying up the stairs forced him to lift his head again, tilting it to one side to watch over his shoulder as Marik softly opened the door, as if not to wake him. Honestly, who could sleep through screams?
"Oh...shit...Did we wake you?" Marik asked, the guilt clear in his voice. Shaking his head in response Bakura dropped his head back to the pillow, and the blond crawled in beside him.
"He really picks the worst times to come visit." Bakura grumbled, to which Marik responded with an amused, "He's just trying to be spiteful."
"Mmm...yeah. Next time, tell Death that if he comes into our house again at 4 in the fucking morning, I'll show him the true meaning of pain." Bakura grunted, and Marik laughed in response.
Of course the reaper was spiteful; it wasn't every day he dealt with two people who had the ability to throw him out on his ear.
R&R