For Fabledwings! <3 Sorry it’s short, I’m warming up for the day. C:
Jyounouchi hated ghosts.
Actually, Bakura liked to count on that. The blonde was easy to torment, easy to play with. Like a cat toying with a mouse before eating it. At least he was smarter than the other one–Honda, who was stupid enough to punch an incoming bolder, wouldn’t have been nearly as fun to harass at night.
Especially now that he was dead.
Bakura liked to tap and pull on his windows, knowing Jyounouchi didn’t have the spiritual awareness on his own to see him. The boy would wake, just a little, just enough to notice the draft, and Bakura would slam the window shut again moments before he could close it.
Some nights, Jyounouchi would shriek, and others he wouldn’t. Bakura found that this entirely depended on whether his father was home, and that was almost impressive. Even half asleep, Jyounouchi did have some self-preservation instincts. It was almost refreshing.
Of course, he much preferred the nights when he’d scream.