((Because im amazing like that lolz))

Bakura groaned at little but got out and walked around the car to Malik and kissed him while walking towred the door "cmon let's go to bed I'm tired"

Malik pressed his thumb to the buzzer, and responded with "Malik and Bakura," when the secretary asked who it was. The handle of the door briefly vibrated, and Malik swung it open. The secretary, once again, waved, but Malik's hands were busy lifting Bakura off his feet, bridal-style, to carry him to their room.
Malik was glad to be home; the sand-colored carpet, the egg-white walls. It smelled like fabric softener and wood and candles, and things a home ought to smell like. It was rather nice.
He quickly headed towards the bedroom and set Bakura down on the bed, sitting next to him and slowly pulling off his duster and shirt.

((THE DUSTER! I love that thing....so pwetty *pets duster lovingly*))
After Malik took off his shirt Bakura quickly kicked off his jeans so he was in his underwear. He curled up scooching up to Malik he closed his eyes and fell asleep smiling a little.

Malik pressed another kiss to Bakura's forehead and laid him down in the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. Malik then undressed himself, tossing his clothes haphazardly to the side (he's get his shirt off the lamp later) and crawling into bed with his Tombrobber, curling up, and falling asleep.

A couple hours later Bakura suddenly started thrashing around in his sleep screaming and crying but unable to open his eyes and wake, unable to excape the horrible images that plagued his mind

Malik was barely registering the rustling of the sheets beside him; he was too busy dreaming. It wasn't until he felt an elbow jam between his shoulder blades at full strength that he woke, turned over, and almost, would have glared at his partner.
But he didn't.
"Bakura?" Malik grabbed his lover by the shoulder, and gently shook him- not that it probably made a difference; his thrashing was one muscle movement away from a seizure. "Bakura!"

Bakura continued thrashing but couldnt awaken. When he finnaly woke his eyes were wide with a fear that he hadn't experienced for many melenia, his pupils were diliated, he didn't even seem to be seeing what was around him. He then quickly curled into a featal possision with his eyes squeezed shut sobbing and mumbling in Egyptian, you could only make out every few words something like "mother....father...no...sister....gone...village. ...dead...." he then started sobbing harder and seemed to be saying to himself over and over "its not real, their not real, not again....never...ever again" he shook his head sobbing harder still "...never again....it can't happen....no...no...no...please no..." he seemed to be begging no, pleading with something or someone that was nonexistent. He was shaking and sobbing, and the mumbling was not even recognizable anymore. He seemed terrified as another heaving sob wracked his thin lithe form still mumbling as tears streamed out of his red eyes that were still squeezed shut trying to shut out the horrible images and memorys from his past. A past he never wanted to remember, a past he tried to avenge, a past that still plauges him after all these melenia, one that he hasn't been woken from seince Malik came into his life. Maliks strong portective presance keeping the memorys of fear and death away....or that's what he had thought....but no he can never excape it, it will always find him. He began to cry harder. Even Maliks strong arms and loving caress can't keep them at bay, the horrors of that night will follow him forever. Death. Men, women, children. All tourtured. All sacrificed. Forced to watch. Barely excapes. Sworn revenge. Fear. Fear. Fear. The images flash through his mind like quick silver. Lingering long enough to burn but quick enough to keep the flow steady. Destroying him from the inside out. Sanity? Does he even know the meaning of the word anymore? More sobs, more tears, more shaking, and more begging for this nightmare to end. His hands twisted in his hair pulling at it trying to rid himself of these things.

Malik jumped as Bakura awoke, bloodshot eyes from crying and fear shot open. He made no sound, but the look on his face echoed such incredible, unmatchable pain that Malik could feel it, pulling at his heartsrings and tearing at his insides like knives. A shudder ran down his spine, and tears pricked on the edges of his eyes. Seeing the normally together Bakura, Bakura with the emotional range of a teaspoon, like this, was groundbreaking and Earth-shattering, and Malik could feel it in his very bones.
Kun Elna, it had to be.
His first response was to shy away; to leave- that was what he head told him to do. His heart, however, told him to stay, to wrap his arms around Bakura's shoulders and comfort him; tell him everything was going to be alright. That he had a new family now; Malik was his family, and Malik would be with him always.
So that he did.
Malik inched closer to the broken Tombrobber, and wrapped he arms around him, pulling him close. "Bakura," He whispered. "Bakura, Bakura it's going to be okay, you're alright, you're okay." He gently rocked Bakura back and forth, like a child, in an attempt to comfort him, which he prayed to Ra worked. He hated seeing Bakura in pain like this.

((sorry malik not that easy.... >:3))
Bakura continue shaking and sobbing in Maliks arms not even noticeing the diffrence, his mind was in a whole other place. The images still were attacking him. Mother....dead, father....dead, sister RUN! no..no..no..dead, all of them....dead. then a new image, was that Malik dead? NO! he was alive, he was never in that village! He can't be dead, he had to be alive, no not him to please no! "No not malik"he shook his head furiously as his mind conjured up more and more gruesome pictures of his family, of his old childhood friends his home, and Malik. He sobbed even harder

"Not- not me?" Malik frowned; what did Bakura mean? That he didn't want him? Didn't need him? "Bakura..."
But Malik quickly forgot this, as his Bakura needed him, whether Bakura wanted him or not. He continued to rock the albino back and forth, whispering words of love and promises in his ear. "I'll never leave you... I'm your family now... I'll always be right here..."

Bakura continued shaking his head crying and as he got a perticlarly gruesome image of Malik he sobbed out in a hourse voice "not Malik please he can't, dead no..." he sobbed harder as nore images over rook him

Malik blinked. Oh... So that's what he had meant.
"Bakura." Malik pulled himm up higher into his lap. "Bakura, shh. I'm fine. I'm fine, and I always will be. Nothing will hurt me, and nothing will hurt you. It's okay, baby."

((This is the result of unwillingly staying up till 11:35pm for school. O.o must sleeeeeeepppppppp))
Bakura suddered as another sob racked his body and continued shaking his head "dead their all dead" he kept repeating as he relived his past with a whole new twist...malik. how many times had he watched his family die? How many ways had he seen his friends killed? how many tortures had he seen malik undergo? he got a horrible image of his little sister she was calling for him, no the soldier was going to catch her! NO! he got her, a fatal stab wound in the stomach and the soldier left her. Holds her hand as she passes away. Eyes becoming glassy and unseeing lying twitching begging for mother....for father....for the pain to stop. She twitches a finnal time and becomes still, tear tracks still running down her small cheeks, ground beneath him becomes wet with her blood, hair matted with the foul liquid...dead.....dead.. DEAD! And then the next image follows "run sister run no..." he seemed to fold in on himself each time he watched them die

(( 11:35? Much suck! D8 ))

"Bakura-" Malik had quickly run out of ideas, and could find nothing to comfort his crying lover. He could almost feel the pain Bakura was in, and it chilled him to the bone, to the point he almost himself felt like crying.
And he didn't know why, but he soon found himself thinking of a song his mother- Marik's mother- used to sing to Odeon, and in turn Odeon would sing to Marik when he was upset. It was a sort of lullaby, although Marik always refused to call it so.
Malik began to humm the tune, softly, to Bakura. He had absolutely no idea if it would work, but it was the only shot he had.

(( He's humming the melody to this ))

Bakura continued but he was calming just the tinyest bit because through all the horrible images and memorys there cane a small quiet tune, calming and soft it was barely audible But it helped non the less. It seemed like it was getting louder breaking through the sound of the dieing screams of the people of kun elna. his crying dropped in volume but very little.

Malik could just pick up the slightest difference in Bakura as he hummed; shoulders shook less, tears came less quickly, whimpers were softer. He continued with the melody, running his hand through Bakura's hair. If it helped, he would sing until the sun came up and went back down again.

The images began to slow their race through his mind, and even as another sob rocked through him he was getting better, the memorys leaving. So over the next few minutes his crying decreased again, just the tinsyest bit but it still decreased in volume. And as he began coming out of this nightmare he also began to return to reality. He began to feel the hand running through his hair the rocking motion. But even though he was becoming moe aware his past wouldn't leave that easily, and he continued to be bombarded with images of the obly ones he cared about dead. Malik, his sister, his mom, his dad, all seen dead. He pulled at gs hair again "Please make it stop"

Malik pulled Bakura's hands from his hair,interlocking their fingers. He pressed a shower of kisses to his forehead, his cheek, his temples. He continued to hum the haunting melody as he caressed Bakura's face and arm, cooling touches that Malik prayed to Ra would put the finishing touches on this.

Bakura slowly continued to come out of it the images becoming less and less clear until they faded completely and he felt Maliks comforting presance, his strong arms around him, his soft voice humming that tune, that tune that help pull him out of that nightmare. And even though the images had left him he still felt their sting. He clutched Malik tightly and continued to cry, although he was aware, he couldn't stop, even though they had left him he still felt the pain

Malik could tell Bakura was lucid now; he could stop humming. Instead, he took to whispering comforting words into the albino's ear. "It's alright," "You're fine," "I'm right here," "It'll be okay," He could feel the minutes ticking by, edging on into the early hours of morning.

Bakura clutched him tightly soaking in his words, using them to stay present and not drift back to the horrible state where the memory's can come back to attack him. He clung to his words like a life line, because right now they were. He turned in Maliks arms to bury his head in Maliks chest still crying. "m-malik" his voice was hoarse and strained and he was trembling

"Bakura, I'm here. I'm here, and I'll always be here." Malik reassured him. Bakura's voice was thick and shaky, and his face red, blotchy, and swollen from crying for so long. It pained Malik to see him like this, but at least the worst of it was over. "Always."

((I GOTS AN IDEA! >:3))
Bakura nodded furiously trying to stop crying "I..I'm sorry"

(( I just counted. I have five already established roleplays, and three pending. I have EIGHT roleplays. o_o Also: Vat is dis idea you shpeak of?))

"Don't apologize, Bakura." Malik said. "It isn't your fault; you didn't ask for this." He stole a chaste kiss from Bakura's red, swollen lips.

((....I forget.....shit lolz I'm an idiot))
"B-but look at me" he hung his head tears still refusing to stop falling"I'm weak" they memorys had begun taking a different kind of toll on him. Crying, weakness shouldn't couldn't be shown, but it was. And it hurt his pride and his self-confedance