Chapter 7
Gypsy's POV
The rest of the day went smoothly. We unpacked the groceries, did guy stuff, I read fanfiction, and even stopped a couple of assaults. All in all, another normal day. It was night that things started to go awry.
You know how in most dreams, you're a passenger and there's nothing you can do about what's happening? Well, I experience that in real life.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and yet I didn't. Someone else was in control, and I was merely a passenger.
"He he he! It's been a while since I took control of this body. I think I'll pay Gypsy's sexy friend a visit!" a voice giggled. It was Ai.
"Ai, let go of me!" I demanded.
"Oh, so the host speaks. No. Not until I get what I desire." she said, licking her lips.
I watched my body open the door as one would watch a game being played on an Occulus Rift. I was helpless to stop her as she wandered down the hall and opened the door to Marik and Bakura's room.
She loomed over the two, smiling. She gently removed Marik from the bed, putting him on the floor. She got a spare blanket and pillow out of the nearby closet and placed them upon him.
"Nng, Bakura, don't eat your spaghetti with your mouth open, it gets everywhere...told you not to do that.." she giggled at the sleep talk, and turned her attention to Bakura.
"Ai, whatever you're planning to do, please don't do it!'' I begged. She didn't listen. She climbed into the bed and wrapped her arms around Bakura's neck.
"Oh, you bitch!" I screamed.
"I try." she giggled, and my vision went black.
Ai's POV
When I awakened, I was still in control of Gypsy. Good. I nuzzled into my bedmate's shoulder, tightening my hold on him and breathing in his scent.
After a while, he stirred. "Ghhh, Marik, get off of me..."
"Silly bedmate!" I whispered.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" he screeched, and kicked me so far away I fell off the other side of the bed and my head landed forcefully onto Marik's belly, waking him.
"Who dares touch my midriff?!" he yelled as he woke up. I grinned at him.
"Gypsy?! What are you doing here?!" he asked.
"I think a better question would be this: Why do you two both sleep in your boxers?" He blushed, but his face seemed to twist into a look of intrigue as he looked first into my eyes, and then to my chest.
"Well you could at least ask me to breakfast first." I joked, covering the Key with my hand and pretending to look amused.
"Ai, is that you?" he asked. I balked. How did he know?!
"Wh-who is this Ai you speak of? It's me, Gypsy!"
"Well, I could point out something plainly obvious, like your eyes have turned the color of pomegranate seeds or the Key around your neck is glowing the same shade."
I spluttered in disbelief. This Marik person was more perceptive than he let on around Gypsy or Bo.
"But more importantly, Gypsy doesn't like Bakura. Pretty sure she hates him. So why would she move me from the bed and take my place?"
"Well, it seems that you've cornered me. Very well, I am Ai, Personality of Lust. And I WILL be back for Loverboy." I pointed to Bakura.
"But for now, I rest. Gypsy is a very awkward person when it comes to these kinds of situations." I motioned to her body, which was clad in only a bra and panties. "It will be fun to watch her squirm." I switched consciousnesses with Gypsy and brought out the imaginary popcorn. This was gonna be a good one.