Fanfiction100 prompt 040: Sight.
The Pharaoh was noticing a big difference in the Tomb Robber. Sure, he was still, insane, and cruel, and likes the good bit of blood and gore, but he was slightly gentler. Especially when it came to his hikari.
In one instance, the gang had been standing together, when they'd seen a group of bullies come over to Ryou, cracking their knuckles and laughing evilly. Usually, that laugh made whoever they were taunting run for the hills, or sink into submission at their feet. But Ryou just stood there. The boy blinked, and a slight smile flittered across his face. Then they turned tale and ran. Ryou blinked some more. Yugi ran over, smiling happily.
"Did it work?" Yugi asked. Ryou nodded, hands cradling the ring in his hands. The grin on his face looked a lot like Bakura's, minus the somewhat manic cackles. The Pharaoh heard the next words through the mind link. Ryou whispered, "When you have a mental connection with a spirit tat cackles randomly constantly, their laugh sounded like a little girls giggles."
Both the hikaris where laughing now. Bakura huffed. It just made them laugh harder. The white haired boy clung onto Bakura to keep from falling over. The Tomb robber gave a reluctant smile and helped him up.
"Shh, little one, breath. You'll suffocate." It was the concern and actual feeling in the words that stumped the spirit of the puzzle.
But what really got him was the way Bakura looked at Ryou.
It was the way he looked at Yugi.