(( Gooooood job, smart one. :roll: Also, hurp-a-durp, this post sucks. :gonk: ))

"Bakura," Malik began, tipping Bakura's head up, so their eyes could meet. "You and I are superior-" He paused. "But still human." He said. "And weakness is part of the human condition."

Bakura shook his head slowly "but Malik am I even human? Can I truely calk myself that? I died Malik, thousands of year ago.....and I'm still weak, I want to be like you, your never weak, you never cry or break down, memorys of your past never rip you apart like this, how?" He looked up at Malik questioningly

"They do," Malik said, "I just never let you see. I don't have the strength to show my emotions to someone else. I'm not as brave as you."

"I'm not brave" he let humorless laugh tears still running down his cheeks "they scare me....and this time it was worse" he looks at Malik a edge of insanity crept in to his usually controlled voice "I saw you....you were...." he started shaking again and the tears came quicker "you were dead....and I watched you die" he shook his head "and every time there was nothing I could do to stop it" he buried his head in Maliks chest again and sobbed again "you and the rest of my family....all dead"

(( EW my signature died D8 ))

Malik couldn't find anything to say to that. He couldn't will the words to form in his head; words to fit a flood of emotions and questions and answers, stray in the empty space that was his very, very confused mind. Instead, he held Bakura close, a gesture he wasn't sure was to comfort the other man so much as himself.

He hugged Malik close "please don't ever leave me I don't know what id do if I lost you to"

"I won't," Malik assured the distressed Tomrobber, "I promise. I'll never leave you."

Bakura nodded and tried for the hundredth time to stem the flow of tears running down his cheeks. "Thank you"

"You're welcome," Malik pressed a kiss to Bakura's temple, and pulled him off his lap to rest beside him in their bed. "Now," He started, shifting to lie down, facing Bakura. "It's been a really long-ass day; lets get some sleep."

Bakura looks scared "b-but what if the memorys come back again" his eyes were wide and he felt uncomfortable, he wasn't used to being....afraid

"Then they will," Malik explained. "And we'll fight them off together." He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world; like Bakura should know it already- and Malik figured he should; after all, they were a team.

(( GAWD why do I suck so bad :gonk: ))

bakura nodded slowly and curled up into a ball, and laid his head on maliks chest and was still shaking slightly as he closed his eyes. his brows furrowed but nothing happened and being exhausted from the whole ordeal he fell asleep almost instantly. And although the tears had finally stopped flowing, the look of caution and fear never left his face and the tremors still racked his body as he slept.

Although Bakura fell asleep almost right away, he still shook with fear and Malik was sure he caught a few mumbles of distress; those nightmares had certainly done a number on him. And because of this, because of how upset Bakura was, Malik had trouble sleeping. But about a half an hour after Bakura had laid his head down and fallen asleep, Malik followed, wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulders and letting the other's warmth seep into him, lulling him to sleep.

(( Cheeeeseee... ))

((*eats cheese* nommy*))
Bakura woke up hours later it was dark out side and Malik was still asleep. he looked at Malik and sighed, it was good that he was sleeping, he felt bad about waking him up. he curled up more on Malik remembering what happen the night before.... it had happened again, but it was worse this time, the nightmares, the sudden attacks of the images had been getting worse for a while but they hadn't come since he began living with Malik. now they were back and still getting worse.....and he had cried. in front of someone.....Malik sure, but still he had. he hid his face in his hands ashamed. he was supposed to be strong and not show weakness, not show emotion...... but that had all come down last night when those horrible images came back.... he looked back at Malik again then buried his face again. what did Malik think of him?

"Malik..." Pale, thin lips whispered the Tombkeeper's name sensually, as their paler, thinner owner eased out of the bathroom, back against the wall, one hand fingering his black and white garter belt. "How do I look?"
A maids outfit, with a too-short skirt and halter top, complete with frilly headband and Mary-Janes over thigh-high fishnet stockings. Soft fabric, made of the finest material, with acute attention to detail- lace on the sleeves depicted flowers, roses, it looked like, and the petticoat under the dress had gradient; black on the inside and white on the out, to hide a tiny, white lace thong that just barely covered what Bakura had to offer.
"Amazing." Malik answered, making his way towards his lover and wrapping his arms around his waist, bringing him to the bed, hands under that tiny skirt, ready to pull away those gorgeous-

And suddenly the beautiful, dress-clad, incredibly sex(ier) Bakura was gone, and Malik found himself straddling his pillow with his head on the bare mattress. "Aw, dammit..." He muttered, rubbing at his eyes. Always when I'm at the good part. Always. He made a mental note to get Bakura to wear something like that soon- he hadn't gotten his screw at the park, and that would sure as hell make up for lost time.

(( I am such a wonderful, horrible person. 8D ))

Bakura sat up when Malik woke up and said softly "you should probably get some more sleep" he was looking down so Malik couldnt see how red his eyes were. "Aw, damnit..." he frowned at Malik "what's wrong?" Dud he relize it wasn't a dream? Was he ashamed of him to? Is that why he said that? He really hoped not...
((You are and THANK YOU! for.....SEXY BAKURA IN A MAIDS OUTFIT *squeeling then head pops off* also my what did malik think of him then cut to maliks dirty dream LOLZ))

(( Eep! D8 *attatches head back on* Also- I'm watching Hetalia on Netflix on my Wii! And I think I sprained my arm or something D8 ))

"I'm fine," Malik said. "Just... really nice dream." Malik rolled over to face his lover, tilting his head up for a chaste kiss, seeing but not mentioning his red, bloodshot eyes.

He kisses Malik back happily and lays back down next to Malik yawning a little "what about?"

Malik could feel a dark red blush slide from his ears to his cheeks, and he turned away slightly to hide it. "You."

Bakura looked up at him wondering if he really did think last night was a dream and he'd get away with it "what about me?" He shifts a little watching Maliks expression, messureing it and wondering why he was blushing

"Erm... N-nothing important." He slowly sat up, to help avert Bakura's gaze. Why was Bakura so curious about a dream, anyway? He usually couldn't give less of a fuck. "Why?"

Shit what does he say now!? Oh I was wondering if you remembered me breaking into tears last night? Hell no! "Ugghh.....no reason......" he curled back up on malik hiding his face

Malik could sense something wrong. Bakura seemed rather upset- ashamed? Malik wasn't quite sure, but whatever it was, he didn't like it. "Bakura?"

"Yes?" He didn't uncurl or show his face

Last night.
So that's what it was.
"Bakura, are you alright?" Malik asked, laying a hand on his lover's shoulder and gently shaking him, silently praying that he wouldn't cry again.