A/N: It's late. I shouldn't even be here at this hour. I'm sleepy.

I have to write an essay about being finnish. I don't like it at all, and i can't come up with anythign good. Can you help me? Tell me what you think about us Finns, and I'll be forever grateful to you.

As I said i'm sleepy so there can be a lot of misatkes in this, if there is, I write this again tommorrow.

12. Bored

"Yami!" Jou greeted the ex-yami in the school yard with a cheerful shout. "I can see you're not dead, good for you."

Anzu, Honda and Jou ran to Yami. Anzu hugged him, a relieved smile on her face. Jou and Honda just smiled. Yami was thankful. One friendly hug per day was enough.

Yami smiled to his friends. He really wasn't in a mood for smiling, but he had to show his friends he was okay. Though he wasn't sure about that either. Bakura apparently affected him. Yami was tired, Bakura made him feel tired. The yami was always on the move, he never seemed to feel fatigue, or he just refused to, but Yami felt it. Being lazy was a good aspect in human, had Yami decided. Couldn't Bakura be lazy for a while, so he could feel fatigue not Yami? Yami wanted nothing more but few hours of good uninterrupted sleep. Yeah, like that would ever happen.

"So what did you have to do?" Honda asked.

"Eeehh.." Yami stratched the side of his nose. " The class is starting," he said quickly avoiding the subject. " I tell you later, okay?"

His friends nodded.

School was more boring than Yami had remembered, way more boring. Yami found it hard to stay awake. His exhaustion was one reason for this, but so was his bored state. How come he had forgot every single boring detail during one week of 'sickness'? Yami flipped the pace, and started reading, biology. Boring. Yami marked something to his notebook. Who ever made these books deserved to be hanged for making the text so boring.

Yami sighed and leaned his cheek to his hand.

Guess after spending a week with Bakura everything normal seemed, well normal. And normal meant boring. It was not like Yami had enjoyed the week with the yami. It was just when you spend time with a psycho, nothing is boring. Wasn't this what Yami had wanted? Before he started to fade away everything was boring. Yes he had wanted some excitement. He had got it, maybe a little too much. Now he was bored again, when it was taken away from him. Yami let his eyes slip close.

He wondered what Bakura was doing right now, while Yami was stuck in this building, forced to study.

An image popped to Yami's head. Bakura and Malik were standing in lawn just beside Ryou's house. They both were looking for something, they both were smiling. Then suddenly Marik appeared. He ran past them screaming. He hit the door and in shattered to pieces. Malik and Bakura started clapping.

Something hit Yami's head. He opened his eyes. It had been a piece of eraser. Yami raised his gaze and stared at his teacher.

"If Mr. Mutou could kindly stop daydreaming, so we can continue the class," teacher said, smiling mockingly.

Yami blushed and rubbed his forehead.

"Of course, please do continue."

"What?!" Anzu screamed.

"Not so loud," Yami hissed, trying to make the girl stop yelling, but it was too late.

Everybody were already staring at them. It was lunchtime and the cafeteria was full of people. Yami had finally told his friends what had happened after they had helped him to get Bakura back, while Ryou and Yugi had hovered behind him like a pair of sympathetic ghosts.

Well as suspected they hadn't taken it very well. Honda and Jou were completely speechless, Anzu wasn't.

Wuhuu, Yami thought sarcastically. Couldn't the girl understand that this was not the time nor the place to yell?

And now here we are. Everybody were staring at them waiting for more to come. After all they were all bored and wanted something, anything to happen. Like a fight. Good fight meant always fun, at least until the teachers came. Yami however didn't want to discuss about his soul when half of the school was listening. Luckily, Ryou was smart enough to start talking to the silent crowd:

"What?" he asked. "Never seen a girl been dumbed before?"

The crowd let out an understanding 'aah' before returning to their meals. Fight was good, but nobody wanted to see a girl crying because his boyfriend, I'm sorry ex-boyfriend, was either a jerk or gay, at least if we asked from the girl.

"Thanks Ryou," Yami said.

"You're welcome," Ryou answered smiling.

"Rest of you, I would appreciate if you kept your voices low;" Yami said.

"Sorry," Anzu blushed.

"That's okay," Yami said absentmindedly.

"What happens now?" Honda asked.

"Well, I don't know. This shouldn't really affect your lives in anyway. I just wanted you to know about this," Yami said. 'This' being the matter of Yami and Bakura being now 'soul mates'.

"That Bakura," Jou growled. "I really hate him."

Yami blinked.

"But he didn't do anything to me," Yami remarked.

Maybe Jou was still sore about Bakura biting and clawing him in the island. It had left a mark.

"Yeah but he probably could have done something to stop it, or cancel it..." Jou insisted

"Have you asked him how to cancel it?" Anzu interrupted. The girl seemed to be more upset for Yami being Bakura's hikari than being happy because Yami was alive. Girls, nobody could understand them.

Yami shook his head both to Jou to disagree with him, and to Anzu, just to say no he haven't, but he really should. Though Yami wasn't sure if Bakura wanted to tell if there was that kind of possibility. If it was something terrible, Bakura would tell it, but then Yami wouldn't want to do it.

"If Bakura had stopped the spell, assuming that he could, I would be dead now," Yami said to Jou.

"Why are you defending him?" Jou snarled.

Yami blinked. He did not...

Wait a second.

Yami thought about the conversation he was just having. It did sound like he was defending Bakura to a person who didn't know everything about the situation. Yami knew better. He was just telling the truth, nothing more, nothing less.

"I'm not defending him. It's the truth."

If his friends didn't like the sound of it, then it couldn't be helped.

The day was finally over. Yami had almost fallen asleep six times, only to be woken up by teachers three times. After the math teacher had thrown him with a sponge Yugi took care that Yami stayed awake.

Now six friends were standing in the school yard.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" Jou asked.

"No thanks," Ryou said. "I'm going to check if Marik and Malik have settled in yet."

"Well see 'ya tomorrow!" Yugi said.

Ryou nodded and ran away.

"Well what about you two?" Anzu asked, smiling to Yugi and Yami.

"I'll pass," Yami declined." I'm too tired to do anything."

"Well you seem to be a bit tired," Anzu said. "You almost fell asleep during math..."

How come almost? Yami had snored and drooled all over his papers, until the sponge came and hit him to the forehead.

"....Are you okay?" Anzu continued

Yami nodded. He did not want Anzu to worry about him, the girl had that kind of a bad habit. Yami tried to say something, but instead of words a big yawn came out of his mouth.

"What did you say?" Honda asked.

"I said it's the changes. That's why I'm tired," Yami cleared. "I'm going home and straight to bed, okay? Are you coming, Yugi?"

Yugi smiled. They turned to leave, but Jou stopped them.

"Is he living with you?" the blond demanded.

"Who?" Yami blinked

"He."

Ah, Bakura.

"Oh he, no he isn't. He lives...." Yami frowned, He did not know where Bakura was planning to live. "He lives somewhere." Yami said.

"Ok," Jou seemed satisfied. "Sleep well, Yami."

"Thanks," Yami said.

Yugi waved to his friends before he walked away with Yami. They were both silent for a while.

"Yugi?" Yami broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

"Am I defending Bakura?" Yami asked.

Yugi gave him you-got-to-be-kidding -look.

"No really, am I defending Bakura? Jou said I was."

"No you aren't," Yugi said and smiled.

"Thank God, I was..."

"You're just acting a little hikarish."

"Yugi!" Yami yelled.

Yugi just laughed.

Only one thing was more horrible than waking up in the middle of the night, when someone moves around your house, and you don't know who he or she is. It could be a burglar, it could be murderer. It could be the God himself and you couldn't' tell. Only one thing was worse than that, and it was waking up in the middle of the night, when someone moved in your head and you knew that whatever it was it wasn't supposed to be there.

Yami sat up. Someone was moving in his Soul Room.

Yami cursed. Bakura, that bastard, had slipped into his Soul Room. And so Yami's sleep was once again disturbed.

Yami slipped into his Soul Room.

Invading other people's soul without permission, even if it was your soul half, was a horrible crime against one's privacy. It was like reading someone's diary, expect the Soul Room held secrets unwritten, secrets that even the owner of the soul did not know. And they all could be found out, if you knew where to look.

Bakura didn't care about privacy of the others, had never cared.

Yami opened his eyes in a familiar room. He started looking for Bakura.

His Soul Room was full of traps, of course, Yami liked his privacy. Bakura could easily avoid all of them. He was a thief after all.

Bakura had only three reasons to be in Yami's Soul room, Yami could think of. One, he was looking for something, or two he was just curios or three he was being a pain in the ass. Yami put his money on latter two.

Yami saw a familial figure in jeans and black t-shirt, near one of the many thousand doors. Bakura seemed to be reading the painting in the wall.

"Bakura!" Yami yelled.

The yami turned to face him.

"Well I didn't think I would see you here pharaoh..."

"Why not? This is my Soul Room!"

Bakura looked around him, like he had just realized that this, indeed was Yami's Room.

"Normal people sleep in night," Bakura said.

"Normal people don't have crazy psychos invading their Soul Rooms in the middle of the night!"

"Words hurt you know," Bakura pouted.

"A fist in the face hurts you know!"

"I bet it does," Bakura smiled. "Do you need anything, pharaoh?"

"Sleep!" Yami screamed.

" I can see it. You should go to sleep;" Bakura clicked his tongue and measured Yami from head to toes. "What happened to you, Pharaoh? You used to be cool. Now you're just grumpy, always screaming, always angry." Bakura paused for a while, and his eyes turned weary. "Always tired." He sighed, and his eyes were back to normal

Yami snapped. He never felt this angry before. He couldn't sleep, his privacy was violated, and then in the middle of the night someone who kept him awake told him to get sleep.

"Get out of my Soul Room!" Yami shouted

Bakura felt Yami's anger too, he took a few steps backwards.

"But...."

"Get out!"

Bakura grimaced.

"Okay."

He disappeared.

Yami was alone with his anger. Soon he turned around and left.

Yami opened his eyes. Now he had got Bakura out of his Soul Room, but he was still near. Yami found it hard to fall asleep. He stretched and got up. He listened to the voices of the house. Yugi's grandpa snored few rooms away, he had came home today. Yugi's room was completely silent, the boy must be fast asleep. Yami waked to the window, opened it and stared silently into the night before him. It was dark, clear spring night, stars shined brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.

Yami sighed, put his leg out of the window, searched for a foothold and started climbing. Up to the roof, to talk with a psycho. One sleepless night couldn't matter. But what about two?

It was one hell of a night ahead of him, once again.

A/N I go to sleep now...