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          At first, he wasn’t going to follow... he didn’t need more reason to possibly have more reason to respect the boy. He was a strong soul, that was enough, or so he thought. Against all better judgement, he downed the last remaining contents of his glass before silently following the other toward the infamous game room. His eyes went to the shrine of figurines first, which he cocked an amused eyebrow at. That was different to say in the least.         However, when the boy brought the tablet to his attention, his eyes landed upon it.... and the diorama. It felt as if all time stood still, as if he turned one of his hourglasses on it’s side to halt the very essence of time. His jaw locked, his eyes bore into the engraving upon the memorial. Silently, he could hear the thief’s voice echo the words in the back on his mind, all but snuffing out the blackness that was Zorc to the far reaches of the Ring.         He was frozen to the spot, just silently staring at the shrine that was presented to him. It awakened something within him that he couldn’t understand or fully grasp. His eyes flashed that of a lilac hue, reflecting the intense emotions from the thief that shook him to the core.         Next thing he fully became aware of was... he was embracing the boy. Squeezing him as if he was a lifeline that he never knew he needed. Shit.. he hated emotions now... absolutely hated.... And... were those... tears?  There was a mental storm raging and all he could do was hold on for dear life.         Somehow... Ryou may have broke the Spirit...

          He glanced toward the boy as he changed, letting his eyes scan over that tarnished pale-white skin. It made his breath hitch in his throat, but he quickly averted his eyes back to the tv set, taking another long inhale from his cigarette. The thief’s pull on his emotions were wearing him thin. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, setting it aside.           ❝ Correct. Those with souls that fell to darkness and even the shadows around them aren’t worth my efforts. Those are the ones I seek to put an ending to. ❞ They weren’t worth the space upon the Earth, at least in his mind. He sat up to shrug out of his coat, tossing it across the room onto the dresser. Standing, he went to go look through the other’s clothing for a pair of sweatpants as he wasn’t the type for pajamas.          He didn’t turn to look at the other as he changed, leaving off the t-shirt he normally worse, tossing that into the laundry bin. Yes, he had grown accustomed to modern life, as strange as it was to him. It was a very fine luxury to have clean clothing, a bed to sleep on, food to eat... he much preferred the era to ancient times. ❝ I may be adjusting to this life more than I originally thought.... ❞ He mumbled under his breath before laying back down.

          Well... it seemed the boy had a way with words. Eyeing the other, a flash of what the other would look like on his knees passed over his vision. Seemed the thief has already had these sorts of desires, interesting and amusing. He could never understand the human’s need to act upon such desires, but with the barrier of his emotions down, he was starting to understand. The alcohol didn’t help much earlier for that matter, as it just added to the intensity of his emotional traits.           It was intriguing how quickly one’s mind could switch with a few simple words about the obvious. The boy took what he said as a compliment, so be it if he were to get the boy to do as he wished of him. Though, silently, he was very respectful of his landlord. He managed to not let the darkness overcome him many times. Also, the boy made the diorama for his final game, which was no easy feat. It was quite the sight to behold.... everything correct, down to the smalling minute detail.            He faced the other once more, listening as he thanked him for not leaving his side. That useless man the boy called a father, he was pathetic enough, he left his only son in the hands of a demon... how irresponsible. Still, the thief’s heartstrings were tugged at the boy’s words.... causing the demon to stiffen in response. There was a long silence between them as he tried to rope the emotions he felt....           ❝ I, too, had lost my family at a time in my past... I, unlike anyone else, understands what it is like to be alone. Isolation drives even the most sane people to madness. ❞ Where were these words coming from? He cursed mentally, it seemed the thief had more hold of him when he drank than he cared to admit.

When Bakura gets the most attention out of the three boys...

           There was a light snort from the spirit as his host spoke of him being submissive. That would be interesting if the boy was ever that submissive. It would be entertaining and yet, boring at the same time... Without the fight, there was no challenge, it was harder to break one of such strong will. That was probably why this one happened to be chosen by the Ring in the end. A person that could rival that of the demon god’s soul in the opposite spectrum, but still tainted themselves.            It was as if they were in a constant act of battle, swords clashing and their steps so precise and confident. There were times where steps were broken, but quickly was the recovery rate. It was beautiful... and dangerous.            ❝ I would not have chosen you has my host if I did not think you were capable of handling the me. ❞ He brought the vodka to his lips once more, taking a drink from the liquid. It was interesting how far liquor had come in 3000 years. This one was almost tasteless apart from the light burn in the back of his throat. ❝ You are able to fight back... if you just succumbed then you would have been just like the past fools who put on the Ring and perished... ❞           Glancing back at the other, another calm smirk form.           ❝ But if you ever broke to my whim, it would be a day of success but also that of great disappointment. It would mean you were never worthy of the Ring in the first place... ❞ Shifting, he looked upon the other fully, a low glow in his ruby hues. ❝ And might I add, a bit boring... ❞

           At the quiet request, there was a surge of anger that passed through him at being talked down to. He gritted his teeth to keep his anger at bay need he shove the lit cigarette into the other’s flesh. Instead, he eyed him in annoyance and grabbed the tray the other had next to his bed. Funny how the boy had this item. Made him wonder if the boy part took in such acts...             He said nothing as he brought the stick to his lips once more. ❝ Be glad I haven’t pulled out other things that could leave a worse impact upon your bedding. ❞ He motioned toward a case he had set on the side table. It was obviously a cigarette box but it had a second compartment for obvious drugs. At least he didn’t pull that out...

         He was laid across the bed, television was already playing some random late night show. In his hand there was a cigarette lit, no care for the possible ashes that could fall upon the bed coverings. He was not as careless as that anyways. His eyes would dart to the boy in the doorway then back toward the tv set.          The host really was a fool if he thought he would just kick the other out of the comfort of his own bed....           ❝ Are you going to continue to stare at me or come to bed....? ❞ It was a simple question, as he inhaled the tobacco. It had managed to calm the raging emotions that haunted his mind now, he couldn’t complain... He did go to the Pharaoh for such an act, thus he needed ways to cope. It seemed the cigarette had been his way of choice. (That, alcohol, and the occasional cannabis...)

          It had been a while since he played with the other in such a manner. That bite back from the boy, it was familiar and almost therapeutic. Only person he knew of that would fight back against him, who wouldn’t deal with his sly tongue and manipulative words. It was enticing, especially with alcohol coursing through his system.            ❝ You are definitely a masterpiece at work.. ❞ There is a light chuckle from the spirit as he allowed the other to slip down in front of him, taunting him with his words and the closeness they had. It was a different perspective, curiosity tugged at him as he wondered just how far he should go to push those invisible buttons.            What those buttons did, it was a mystery he was more than curious to find out about.             His eyes narrowed into that of one could call derading. ❝ I am very aware of your spite, yadonushi. It was the same spite I had in my youth. ❞ His arms went on either side of the other to keep him from fleeing the space. ❝ I can read it easily as it is how I was. You just aren’t aware of how much about you I do know about you. ❞             Once more, his eyes trailed over the other’s form. ❝ I would say not. You have developed into a marvel. ❞ With a smirk, he would lick his own lips, hovering just as close before stepping back away to turn and pour himself another glass. ❝ As for trying harder, I am unsure what you mean. ❞

            At the beg, there was a sense of thrill that ran up his spine. Oh that was a familiar feeling, one that causing every fiber of his being to react. Delicious... the taste of fear in the air around the boy. Intoxicating. Addicting. Was enough for the demon dog in his soul to crave more.... though, it seemed the thief was pushing back. How rare and interesting. It seemed the thief had a soft spot for the boy...            With that knowledge, he let his fingers slip from his hair, running his fingers through the tresses before letting them fall back into place upon the boy’s shoulders. He turned away from him, waving a hand back at him as he headed toward Ryou’s bed chamber. His bed was far superior to the one in the guestroom.            ❝ As long as we are clear... I shall refrain from violence. Do as I say, and you’ll be protected. It is a simple exchange. ❞

          Seemed the boy was far more aware of his presence than he let on during that time. He really shouldn’t have been surprised, the boy was intelligent and managed to keep his grades a float despite Bakura’s influences. It made him snort at the fact that the boy was so cautious about his presence, he feared his influx upon the women of the school. If he really had wanted to, he could have pulled the boy into the Ring mentally and killed or fucked any of those girls without his knowledge.            ❝ You are a fool... if I were to interfere, I would have done so without your caution. It would not have been too hard. ❞ There was a brief smirk as he thought over one girl... he may have caused to disappear... one that was getting a little too close. What was her name.... Miho?            He shifted to where he was positioned against the host, why he was getting closer, he was unsure. It was as if his body acted on it’s own accord. ❝ You’re caution just backed you into a corner of permanent isolation from others. Now, if something were to happen to you, no one would ever be able to come help you... or even care. ❞ Perhaps, there was a little manipulation there... pulling the boy into more of an isolation..             ❝ You only have me... ❞ Bakura shifted to where he was in front of the boy, tilting his head to gaze into those dark hues. A devilish smirk formed as old habits died so hard. ❝ Only I know you... know your loneliness... know your sadness.... your... beauty.... ❞ There was a purr to his voice, a way to lure the other into a false sense of security.

         ❝ You are blind... ❞ He glanced up at the other male who was now sitting across from him on the kitchen counter. His gaze trailed over the boy, taking his effeminate features and pale skin. The white hair that gently flowed down the small of his back and those deep, dark hues that one could compare to the darkest shadow. It was strange seeing his host in such a way, it was never a placed he dared venture... but it seemed the liquor broke down those walls.           Bakura pushed off the counter to step across the space to stand next to him. ❝ You have many who seek your affections... yet you avoid them. ❞ He eyed the other, tilting his head to the side lazily. ❝ Both men and women alike want you... but physically and emotionally. ❞ There was a light sip from his glass once more, forcing himself to not move. ❝ You are blind to their emotions or simply refuse to accept them. ❞

           ❝ Heh... hey.... hey ‘Tem.... ❞ There is a large dorky grin on the thief’s lips as she lays across him, his chin resting on his chest. ❝ You’re..... a smaaaaaaalll sexy man, an.... nad you should be... proud of that. ❞ He gave an affirmative nod before just laying his head on his chest. 

          He idly had wondered why this host wanted to suddenly have a drink with him, he was starting to understand why as he started to feel a bit... strange. His head was fuzzy, his pale cheeks flushed with light pink color. His eyes closed to steady himself, leaning against the kitchen bar as to keep himself from losing his footing. The feeling of the host drawing closer had the male’s hair stand on end, wanting nothing more than to pull the other to himself.            Why? Was this how liquor was in ancient times? It had been so long... it was easily something forgotten... It seemed his tolerance had taken a nose dive.             ❝ Yadonushi.. ❞ His voice came out in a light purr, raising his head to fix his eyes upon the other’s form. His gaze travelled up and down the length of his body, wanting to touch the other, but knew it wouldn’t be a bright idea. ❝ I think I now understand why you attract so many to your side... ❞ A coy smile formed, mentally keeping himself rooted to the spot.