Okay here’s the stuff:

Not related to the story of Yu-Gi-Oh at all, really.

Bakura = Yami

Ryou = Hikari

Yami = Yami Yugi

The Yami’s and Hikari’s are separate individuals in this, though I will refer to them as eachothers’ Yami’s/Hikari’s just because it’s easier.

Pairings: BxM, YxY, RxB (One sided) maybe some more odd ones later.

In brief: Bakura moves into an apartment, but finds himself haunted by the ghost of the previous owner, Marik, who doesn’t remember anything about himself. Bakura decides to help him uncover who he was, but what else will the two of them uncover?

Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen Ai whatever you want to call it xD

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Bakura walked into the apartment, and Ryou, Yugi and the others followed. Bakura wanted to move into his own place – and it looked as though this apartment would be perfect.

“Well, what do you think so far?” Ryou asked. Bakura nodded and Ryou gave him the thumbs up. Bakura ran his hand over the bookcase, which was still full of the previous owner’s books. He frowned and turned to the others.

“It’s bigger than mine and Yami’s place,” Yugi commented. Yami poked the small boy gently.

“I was only being polite!” Yugi protested. Bakura smiled and walked over to the huge window that overlooked the city. Ryou joined him, and perched on the window seat, which was littered with various cushions in shades of purple.

“It’s going to be quiet without you!” Ryou said, looking up at his Yami, eyes shining. Bakura tutted and patted him on the head. From the window, he could see the removal van bringing all his stuff pulling up. He sighed – this was it!

“Hey, me and Tristan will go and help the guys with your stuff, ‘kay?” Joey called. Bakura nodded and watched them head out of the apartment. Ryou began humming and Bakura sat next to him on the window seat. Ryou jumped up without warning.

“Let’s go and see the bedroom!” he said, grabbing Bakura’s wrist and tugging. Bakura raised an eyebrow and followed him. Ryou pushed the door open and gasped. Bakura wriggled past him and his eyes widened. The room was lavishly decorated, and of the same shades as the cushions in the other room.

“Oh my,” was all Ryou could manage. The bed was huge, and had silk sheets upon it. It looked so perfectly laid out; it would be a shame to disturb it. Ryou dived headfirst onto the bed and landed with a soft ‘oo’. He spread his arms out, messing up the bedding somewhat.

“This bed is comfy! I’ll be coming to stay more often than you think!” Ryou said. Bakura raised an eyebrow and turned as footsteps approached. Ryou jumped off the bed and Yugi walked in. His eyes darted straight to the bed, and then to the two Bakura’s. Yugi raised his eyebrows and turned to leave again.

“Yugi, nothing happened. Ryou was just mucking about,” Bakura said, tutting and folding his arms. Yugi nodded slowly and Ryou giggled.

“Well, Joey and Tristan have successfully brought up your lamp. Where do you want it?” He said, jabbing a thumb in direction of Joey and Tristan. Bakura peered around the bedroom door to see Joey and Tristan carrying his bedside lamp as though it were really heavy. Bakura grinned – moving out was a huge step, and he was enjoying it.

*

“The place looks amazing, Bakura! We’ll be back tomorrow to help move more stuff,” Ryou said. He jumped at him for a hug, and Bakura blinked in shock, but returned the gesture. He waved to Yugi and the others over Ryou’s shoulder, and Ryou let go.

“See you,” he said. Bakura waited until they had gone down the stairs before shutting the door and heading for the fridge – a nice cold drink for housewarming would do nicely.

Bakura crashed out on the sofa and cracked open the can of cider and took a sip, thinking deeply. He wondered who had owned the house previously – he presumed a girl, judging by all the purple. He let the now melted frost from his can roll down onto his fingertips and put his feet up on the sofa. He looked around. It was quite convenient that the owner had left all of this here, really. It meant he didn’t have to pester Ryou for stuff and buy anything new. Of course, he had a few bits and pieces of his own, but nothing too huge. He stroked his white hair off his face and listened to the sound of cars zooming by and the city nightlife for a few moments. Peace. Something he’d never had when living with Ryou. Ryou would always disturb the peace somehow. Bakura drained his can and put it on the coffee table in front of him. If Ryou was there, he’d have told him off for that. Bakura grinned and got to his feet, yawning and stretching as he did so. It’d been a hard day, and he was quite looking forward to jumping into the luxurious bed.

Bakura shook his head at the mess Ryou had made earlier, and threw his shirt onto the floor, which was soon joined by the rest of his attire. He pulled a pair of pyjama trousers from his suitcase of clothes and slipped them on before crawling under the silky sheets and sleeping.

*

Bakura rolled over uncomfortably – he was sure someone else was in the room with him. In fact, he was sure he could feel weight on his legs that wasn’t there before...

He scrunched his eyes tightly and opened them, sitting up quickly.

“Woah...ow!”

Bakura blinked and ran a hand through his pillow-abused hair. He was certain he’d just heard something – someone – fall to the floor. And they’d made a sound.

It had to be a dream.

Bakura sighed and peered over the side of the bed and gasped. There, sitting and looking up at him was a guy with platinum blond hair and bright violet eyes. His skin was mocha coloured, and he wore lots of eyeliner. He was dressed in a lilac hooded top which showed his stomach, and combat trousers. Bakura opened his mouth to say something but closed it again quickly. He gulped.

“Er, who are you? And why are you in my apartment?” Bakura asked, leaning forwards. The blond guy tossed his hair and stood up, hands on hips. Bakura suddenly felt somewhat small and vulnerable.

“Your apartment? YOUR apartment? Excuse me, but I’m the one who should be asking those questions. I suppose it’s you who left the cider can on my coffee table?” he spoke very fast and sounded annoyed. Bakura repeated the phrase ‘It’s only a dream’ in his mind. The white haired man frowned, slipping his legs out of bed. The blond tapped his foot.

“Yes, I left the cider there...would you be related to Ryou by any chance?” Bakura asked, examining the stranger.

“Ryou? I don’t know anyone called Ryou. Now, I suggest you get out of my bed, and out of my house,” The blond tossed his hair and Bakura raised his eyebrows. Freaky dream...

“I’m going back to sleep now,” Bakura said, yawning. The blond growled as Bakura climbed back into bed, pulling the covers around him protectively.

“Not if I can help it,” The blond dived at Bakura and then...disappeared. Bakura smirked and rolled over, cuddling the pillow.

Sweet dreams. Sweet, sweet dreams.