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Bakura always had trouble sleeping no matter how late he would stay up, he just could not seem to stay down longer than an hour at best. Nightmare visions dancing behind his eyelids that would also pull his troubled mind further into unease.
Nothing ever helped. Calming tea, warm milk, Zzzquil… nothing.
Knowing Bakura had troubles sleeping, the often vengeful spirit, Marik, decided to stay up as well. His own troubles sleeping quite different as he always thought of it as something only the weak needed, thus he agreed to stay up and watch b list horror movies on Netflix. There was just something appealing about watching fictional people get murdered in hilarious ways be it by large pythons, fish with razor teeth, or just other men wielding knives, it did not matter. The big tiddied blondes were always amusing to watch them scream and die so slowly along side their bland casted other victims.
But something strange happened. by the fifth movie Marik realized there was an odd weight on his shoulder. A mess of soft silver in his face as he turned his head to see what was going on. 
“Bakura?” No response. Marik moving a little to get a better look only to feel the other shift and lay more against his form. “You okay?” Soft murmurings as an arm reached over his lap and the pale face nestled more against his rest. 
Was he-? Yes. Bakura had fallen asleep. Ha, weak fool… But then again, Bakura looked peaceful. Maybe…. Maybe there wasn’t something so bad with being weak every now and again. 
A soft snore coming from the slumbering thief that drew a smile on the Ishtar’s face. 
Yeah. It was kind of nice having someone let their guard down around him for once. Besides, Bakura never looked more peaceful… Shame the sun was coming up and probably going to take this from him but for the time being… all was well with the world.