#lingeringhate

You can blame him. Inuyasha's been my strongest muse lately, and I haven't been feeling very... Baku-evil. My muse is kind of there, but there's a difference between having muse and motivation. 

"Hm?" Bakura looked up at his boyfriend, blinking. At first he hadn't noted anything off, but now that he was getting a better look, he couldn't stop the smirk that threatened to spread onto his lips.

It seemed he had no problem with the sudden change.

"Well, it seems I've missed something," he chuckled as he approached her, a hand going out to run his fingers through her blonde locks.

For the last few days, now that he had his own body back, Bakura was reciting some old spells that he'd learned. In the past, he'd been a little wary that using some spells might hurt his host, so he'd refrained from doing different kinds of magic, until now that is. It was night time, pitch dark outside. Bakura could be seen, sitting at the only desk in their little hotel room, having found a spell book from who knows where. It was probably better not to ask, when it concerned the King of Thieves.

He'd tried simple spells first, like making objects float. They all worked, though sometimes it took another attempt. Then he'd tried creating things from thin air. He'd realized that after a while, they did take up a bit of his energy, but there was... one more spell he wanted to try.

He didn't care if Marik caught him doing this - hell, he'd already seen him set one of the pillows on fire, which hadn't ended well for him - and read through the incantation carefully.

This... this was a time travel spell. Bakura was merely curious to see if it would actually work, and had only intended for it to take him maybe a few minutes back in time. A day at most.

"Really now...?"

More people. And Ren didn't recognize any of them either.