[A strange smile settles on his face as he looks at Malik. How familiar... it reminds him of the stubborn way the boy had clung to the couch in the past. Well, he's not going to argue. Whirling on his heel, he strides into the bedroom and casually flops down on his back upon the bed.
It's only once he's out of Malik's sight that he lets the casual act drop. Resting an arm over his eyes, he sighs quietly to himself. How irritating. If Malik slips out and gets robbed, he'll be the one who has to track down the Rod.
More annoyingly, sleeping on his own again is a pain. He could just let Ryou out, but that would be even more troublesome. Malik doesn't know Ryou is his host, and Ryou can't be trusted not to let things slip to him. For all his kindheartedness, Ryou is uncontrollable. Bakura knows that well. Especially lately.
Well, that's fine by him. After three thousand years in the Ring, he's more than just used to solitude. It only feels strange because he's gotten so used to sleeping with Malik now.
That's all it is. If he just tells himself that, it'll be fine. Rolling over onto his side, he lets the body rest, staying in control but settling into a dormant state that can only tangentially be considered sleep. Sure, the body is relaxing, eyes closing and breathing evening out as it calms, but the spirit controlling it is perfectly aware. It's more like an act than an actual sleep, the body utterly at ease while the mind still races, running over the events of earlier.
If Malik didn't regain his memories... would he be able to walk away? Could he treat it as just a bizarre friendship and let Malik do what he liked?
He wasn't sure. Malik would be harder to control like this, and less of an asset. It would become like it was in the past. Pawns like him were so irritating. Of course he could gain control of him again, but would it be worth the effort?
More than that... it would be painful to let him run the risk of growing attached to other people.
Tch... he really had grown soft. It was infuriating. Being uncertain wasn't his thing. It never had been, as long as he remembered. It was better that way. He had always simply acted to his advantage, regardless of danger. Like in a minefield, even if he don't know where it was safe to walk, he walked as if he did. It wasn't a conscious thought. It was as if the fear that should have held him back had never been there at all. There was logic to it. If you didn't act, it was pointless. It was better to go on, regardless of fear.
Uncertainty wasn't something to show, even if it was felt. Fear was transient. Everything could be turned to your advantage. And more importantly, it would throw off the enemy if they thought you controlled more than you did. Just stepping forward without fear took away more of the enemy's power than any magic could.
So why...
...did he feel like he was hesitating to step forward for the first time?]
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[A strange smile settles on his face as he looks at Malik. How familiar... it reminds him of the stubborn way the boy had clung to the couch in the past. Well, he's not going to argue. Whirling on his heel, he strides into the bedroom and casually flops down on his back upon the bed.
It's only once he's out of Malik's sight that he lets the casual act drop. Resting an arm over his eyes, he sighs quietly to himself. How irritating. If Malik slips out and gets robbed, he'll be the one who has to track down the Rod.
More annoyingly, sleeping on his own again is a pain. He could just let Ryou out, but that would be even more troublesome. Malik doesn't know Ryou is his host, and Ryou can't be trusted not to let things slip to him. For all his kindheartedness, Ryou is uncontrollable. Bakura knows that well. Especially lately.
Well, that's fine by him. After three thousand years in the Ring, he's more than just used to solitude. It only feels strange because he's gotten so used to sleeping with Malik now.
That's all it is. If he just tells himself that, it'll be fine. Rolling over onto his side, he lets the body rest, staying in control but settling into a dormant state that can only tangentially be considered sleep. Sure, the body is relaxing, eyes closing and breathing evening out as it calms, but the spirit controlling it is perfectly aware. It's more like an act than an actual sleep, the body utterly at ease while the mind still races, running over the events of earlier.
If Malik didn't regain his memories... would he be able to walk away? Could he treat it as just a bizarre friendship and let Malik do what he liked?
He wasn't sure. Malik would be harder to control like this, and less of an asset. It would become like it was in the past. Pawns like him were so irritating. Of course he could gain control of him again, but would it be worth the effort?
More than that... it would be painful to let him run the risk of growing attached to other people.
Tch... he really had grown soft. It was infuriating. Being uncertain wasn't his thing. It never had been, as long as he remembered. It was better that way. He had always simply acted to his advantage, regardless of danger. Like in a minefield, even if he don't know where it was safe to walk, he walked as if he did. It wasn't a conscious thought. It was as if the fear that should have held him back had never been there at all. There was logic to it. If you didn't act, it was pointless. It was better to go on, regardless of fear.
Uncertainty wasn't something to show, even if it was felt. Fear was transient. Everything could be turned to your advantage. And more importantly, it would throw off the enemy if they thought you controlled more than you did. Just stepping forward without fear took away more of the enemy's power than any magic could.
So why...
...did he feel like he was hesitating to step forward for the first time?]