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When Ryou opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but feel even better than he had the last time he had been awake. Of course, he wasn't a hundred percent, still far from it, but he did have more strength than before.

Looking around his soul room, he quickly found the reasoning for the feeling. A few more figurines were placed on the shelves, however he did note which few were left on the ground. Turning away from the figurines, he noticed the Monster World set that had been destroyed along with the table it had been on had been cleaned up and set back up. Any books that hadn't been placed in the bookshelf when it had been fixed were now neatly placed inside it.

Ryou couldn't help but gape at the changes. Sure, some things still had holes and scratches in them. The walls still had a few scorch marks as well, but overall there had been some changes while he was gone.

Looking down at himself, Ryou noticed that some of his burns weren't as bright as before, and he smiled wider at the sight. He then turned his gaze back upwards and noticed that Bakura wasn't in the room. He figured the other was most likely off in his own soul room. If not there, Ryou supposed he was in control of the body, but from what he understood, even Bakura couldn't do that yet.

Well, no matter. He could help out in his own soul room without Bakura watching over him. Staring down at a scorch mark in the floor, Ryou focused on healing that spot. He tensed his body and clenched his eyes closed as he focused on the thought of the room starting to heal. He let out a soft gasp when he felt the change, but when he opened his eyes, he didn't care about the slight tired feeling he had.

The mark was gone.

'See! I don't need Bakura!' He thought excitedly. Determination coursing through his blood, Ryou shifted so his legs hung off the side of the bed and was about to push himself off of it when…

"What do you think you're doing?" The spirit's voice came and Ryou let out a yelp of surprise. Turning he found the spirit standing next to him, arms crossed and a frown on his face.

Swallowing, Ryou opened his mouth to reply, which in itself got a raised eyebrow from Bakura. "I...I wanted t-to….to help….an-d I-I...did." He croaked out. "I...I thou-ght I c-could...try to...do things….out of the...bed." His voice got a little stronger from using it more, but Ryou still winced from the soreness of it.

"I believe I told you that you weren't allowed to do anything without my say, Yadonushi. So what the hell do you think you're doing?" Bakura spoke, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Ryou.

"I...I just want to help."

"Yes, and when you pass out because you did too much too quickly, I'll just leave you on the floor this time." Ryou winced at his tone but didn't lie back down.

"B-But-"

"What?" Bakura snapped, seeing the other wasn't backing down. His host could be so stubborn sometimes.

Ryou flinched but spoke. "But...I'm getting better. Wouldn't it be good if I could do things without getting tired to quickly?"

Bakura scoffed. "Please, you're already tired from just healing a portion of your soul. Why should I allow you to walk around and do things?"

"But I won't force another healing again! I'll just do small things like, putting up the rest of my figurines or placing a few pictures back on the wall. N-Nothing big!" He let out a cough at the end of his speech all while Bakura frowned.

He honestly didn't want his host to give any sort of love to the figurines on the floor still, but he also knew that if Ryou was able to walk around for a while to start to fix the room up without help than he would be getting better. Perhaps, even well enough for Bakura to use the body properly. He could even maybe take the chance to get Ryou to give up on his friends by telling him what really happened for him to be so injured. Of course, he wouldn't do it so soon, not when Ryou was pushing himself to heal. If he wanted to lock himself away after he was healed or mostly healed, that was fine with Bakura, but for now he couldn't have that.

So, looking over his host who had gotten over the coughing fit, Bakura decided that he might as well see how much longer they might be stuck here. He tried to go out into the body and figure out how much time had passed but again it was too painful to do so. Unable to figure out anything there, he might as well see how much closer he will be stuck in the dark with his host.

"Alright, fine, you can leave the bed. However, you will not attempt to leave the room, understand Yadonushi?" Bakura explained, giving his host a hard stare. "And you will return to the bed as soon as you feel tired."

"O-Of course!" Ryou squeaked, his emotions conflicting with each other. While he was overjoyed he would finally be able to walk around without being yelled at, he was also still fearful of the other's tone. Deciding to focus more on the positive than the negative, Ryou let his joy wash out the fear of the other.

Ryou was about to push himself up once again only to, once again, get yelled at by the Spirit of the Millennium Ring.

"Oi! Don't move too fast! You will listen to me as you stand up or you won't move at all, understand Yadonushi?" Bakura glared down at the hikari.

Swallowing thickly, Ryou nodded his head, pushing down his excitement for the moment.

Bakura nodded his head in reply before moving forward and placed his hands on Ryou's upper arms. He slowly began to pull the other soul up and Ryou winced every so often. Bakura just huffed at him and continued to pull him up until he was standing on his own two feet.

"Alright, when I let go, you can take slow steps away from the bed. If you feel like you're going to fall, you will go right back to the bed." With that, Bakura moved away from Ryou, who wobbled for a moment as he stood there.

Ryou took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he focused on moving his legs without his body giving out on him. Lifting up one leg, he shakily moved it forward until it landed softly in front of him. His body shook for a moment, and Ryou was afraid he would fall and be forced back into the bed. However, when he regained his stability, his eyes shined with success.

Bakura watched his hikari take slow steps away from the bed. Even though he swayed and trembled, it seemed that he had enough strength to walk around his soul room. This was good, since this meant that his host really was healing and that it shouldn't be long before he can risk taking control of the body all while blocking out the pain from himself. Ryou would still feel it, but he wouldn't, just like usual.

He watched Ryou start to slowly make his way over to the figurines, no doubt aiming to put the one's he left on the floor on the shelves. Of course he couldn't allow this, not when he also knew putting them up would be for nothing when he finally told Ryou what really happened. His host may not believe at first, but he would in time and he would realize why he should just give up on those "friends" of his. Of course, there was a part of him that would love to see Ryou put his friends up and then knock them all down when he realizes the truth.

"Stop." Bakura snapped, making Ryou freeze in his tracks on his way to the figurines. Turning his head, Ryou looked at the spirit with a curious gaze.

"Why? I wa-"

"Don't question me, Yadonushi." Bakura glared at him, cutting off whatever he was going to say. "Put the pictures back on your wall first."

"But, wouldn't these be easier?" Ryou asked, still confused. He knew the other didn't like his friends or the spirit within Yugi, but he didn't understand why he would want him to do something harder than what he could. Then again, this was the spirit and Ryou knew he wasn't the kindest, so he shouldn't be surprised.

"Again, do not question me, or I will have you put back in the bed." Bakura growled. "Ignore the figurines, and put up the pictures. Didn't you say you wanted to help?"

Biting back a sigh, Ryou pivoted on his foot and began to move towards the wall that had fallen pictures on the floor. He slowly allowed his sore body to kneel down and pick up one of the frames and watched as the glass around the broken frame vanished and reappeared, fixed, in the frame. Ryou trembled at the feeling of it being fixed, both weakened and strengthened by the fix.

Let out a quiet groan, he stood back up, swaying slightly, before reaching up shaking arms to hang the picture back on the wall. The picture held a beautiful landscape, each one did in fact, depicting places and locations Ryou held close to his heart. Each picture looked as though it had been painted by hand, yet was a realistic photo image, so deep with so many feelings in them.

Once the first one was up, Ryou began to move onto the next one, each picture straining his soul as it continued to heal itself.

The time continued on like this, and Bakura could see the hikari was beginning to tire by the time he reached the last to pictures. He was about to tell his host to go back to the bed to rest when they both froze, eyes going wide at the sudden feeling they felt.

Once again it felt like there was a disturbance in their soul and they both felt it. Of course this time it was different. Last time the disturbance was trying to get into their soul, however this time it was already here.

Bakura let out a growl while Ryou let out a whimper and fell to the ground. The shock that was sent through his system and the weakness he already had taking a toll on him.

"B-Bakura? What is that?!" He asked, trembling on the ground. He didn't like this. Not only did he have one soul connected to him, but now it felt as though there was another. The feeling felt familiar but he couldn't say for sure, especially with his mind preoccupied with the idea there was another soul here.

Growling under his breath, Bakura turned and shouted at Ryou. "Stay here, do you understand? Do NOT follow me and just wait in here. If you can, get back to the bed."

He didn't wait for him to reply, didn't look back to see if his host had gotten his message. He was only focused on the fact there was an unwanted presence here and he would take care of it now.

Throwing open his host's door, he stepped out into the hallway and glared at the soul that materialized in his sight. Growling, he spat the name of the soul.

"Marik."

So that was that. Short, I know I'm sorry.

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