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Trick or Treat

Who: Bakura & Mort
When: Halloween night
Where: Not far from Mort's apartment
What: While trick or treating, Bakura spots a familiar face and decides to deliver a trick.

It was a good costume, if Bakura did say so himself. He'd frizzed his hair out into a massive mess, wild and demonic to match with the oni mask he wore. The long cloak was the only part that still fit from a video game cosplay he had done the previous year and the shirt and pants under it were from a more recent cosplay from a different video game and the candy bag was a white sack with the kanji for "Evil" written on it in thick brush strokes from yet another cosplay outfit.

But the hair and mask were the stars of the ensemble. It would take him hours in the morning to undo the damage, but it was worth it. So very worth it.

Especially so when he spotted a familiar figure walking down the road, apart from the clusters of costumed candy crusaders.

With a wicked grin that was lost behind the wooden mask, Bakura quickened his pace to catch up with the doctor before falling in step behind him, taking care to make no sound as he did so, wanting to see how long it took before he was noticed...

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Mort wasn't really paying anyone else any mind tonight. Costumes and weirdness were a thing on Halloween, weren't they? Besides, costumes and weirdness were a step towards the healing process the city so desperately needed right now. He knew many people were shaken by the explosions in the Dead District, and the city still wasn't right. Returning to the normalcy of Halloween would be a welcome thing.

Of course, as he walked, he had no idea that he might be a target for a Halloween trick.

Step for step, matching Mort's stride close as he could, Bakura moved behind him like a shadow, grin growing behind the mask.

Well. This was one way to find out where the nosey shrink lived... fair play considering how much information he had on Bakura, after all...

Mort still completely failed to pay Bakura any mind as he walked. In fact, he decided to make a phone call, thus heightening his unawareness of anything that might be happening around him. "Rhonda? You're still at the party at Jennifer's?...Okay, so you don't need me to bring you a change of clothes?...You're having a good time, then?..."

The conversation droned on and on in a rather boring, harmless manner as he checked in with his niece and closed in on his apartment building.

All the while, Bakura followed, grinning like a loon. He had spotted Mort's wallet in his back pocket when he had gone for his phone, and the man's shirt had caught just behind it, leaving it perfectly in sight, sticking out just enough...

He lengthened his stride just a touch to move a bit closer, staying carefully in step as he reached out, fingers hovering just a moment before grabbing hold of it and lifting in time with Mort's step.

Perfect. Now, while Mort nattered on, Bakura would browse the contents of the wallet~ Not to take anything, no, no. Just to observe and memorize any details he could use later~

Bakura wasn't likely to get anything too useful out of the wallet. There was Mort's driver's license and credit cards, sure, as well as a few store cards like a Starbucks card and a Barnes and Noble membership card. There was also a fair amount of family pictures, mostly of him, his brother, and his niece. Mort didn't carry a whole lot of cash on him.

He continued walking, but at this point, he'd finished up the phone conversation, and his pace had slowed. It seemed as though he was going to be entering the apartment complex on the right...

The pictures were very interesting... no pictures of Mort with his parents, just with this other man his age and the young girl... a lover and a daughter? Heh. Would have thought someone that pathetic would have a family of his own.

He glanced up as Mort began to slow, matching pace and closing the wallet. The address matched the one on the licence... Now, how far could he get in...?

Mort still wasn't paying attention to Bakura even as he was entering the apartment building. For a moment, it looked as though Bakura wouldn't make it in, but someone on their way out of the building held the door open for him.

Perfect. With a small nod to the person who had let him in, Bakura waited until Mort turned to wait for the elevator, then ducked into the stairwell, dashing up the stairs, checking Mort's wallet to make sure he had the right floor and room. There! Even had his name on the door...

And the elevator hadn't arrived yet~

Taking care to slow his breathing back down to normal he debated his next move for a brief moment...

Before closing his eyes and silently summoning Diabound, cloaking himself in his Kaa's invisibility.

Now, to wait~

Bakura didn't have all that long to wait. After getting off the elevator, Mort exchanged a little bit of pleasant neighborly small talk with an older woman who was heading the opposite direction. He then went over to the door to his apartment, keys in hand and suspecting nothing...

With a small gesture, Bakura dismissed Diabound, suddenly appearing behind the man, standing as tall as he could, chest puffed out to try and make himself look even bigger.

"Mort Yokugawa," he addressed, making his voice as deep as he could, the mask muffling and distorting the sound even more.

Mort reflexively turned towards the sound of his name, and he jumped when he saw what it was standing so close behind him. At least it was Halloween, but, really, some people just went crazy on that holiday. "What do you want?"

"You dropped this."

With that, Bakura dropped the attempt to change his voice, holding out Mort's wallet as his posture shifted to his usual cheeky stance.

There was a noticeable sigh of relief as Mort realized who it was. At least Bakura was a known quantity, right? "Ah, thank you, I hadn't realized it fell out of my pocket." He suspected nothing. He also just assumed Bakura had gotten the address off of his driver's license and hadn't stalked him to the apartment.

Bakura flipped up his mask, grinning like a loon. "You were actually scared for a minute there, weren't you?"

"There have been a number of strange things going on as of late," Mort said dryly. He was trying rather hard not to let on that he had, indeed, been a bit rattled. "There's no way of knowing just how harmless something strange is anymore."

"I'll have to remember this costume for next year, then~" Bakura grinned, turning as if to walk away, only to pause.

"Never would have figured you the type, you know," he commented idly.

"The type?" Mort sound honestly confused by that. "The type for what?" Seriously, what was Bakura talking about? Everything in that wallet was perfectly harmless, unless he'd echoed back something without realizing it.

"To be married at all, never the less to another guy, and to have a daughter no less!"

Wait...wait... That was not right, that was not right at all. There was a bit of horrified sputtering before...

"That's my brother!" Mort sounded understandably scandalized, because, really, that was his brother and he did not want to be married to his brother. Because brother. No incest in this house, thank you very much, Bakura. "And my niece."

"Hooou? That so? So you are just as pathetic as I first thought then, huh?" Bakura smiled with such faked innocence.

There was an exasperated sigh. "I wasn't aware that being close with one's family might be seen as pathetic." Mort started to let himself back into the apartment. "Besides, now that my brother's back in Japan taking care of our sick uncle, someone's got to stay here and parent Rhonda."

A blink. "...I meant that you were some lonely Christmas cake type," Bakura countered, sounding a touch thrown off by the comment.

Had Mort really thrown Bakura off for once instead of the other way around? Amazing. "'Christmas cake?'" he echoed, the phrase not really registering with him. It would seem that even if he'd thrown Bakura off, Bakura was still managing to throw him off at the same time.

"You know, the thing no one wants after the 25th~" Bakura grinned. "Too bad, so sad, too late, now you're a spinster."

Oh. That. Mort sighed. "I believe the term would be more along the lines of my being married to my work." He considered something, then gestured to the door. "Would you like to come in?" Hey, it couldn't hurt to be polite.

Bakura's retort about that being just a bad was cut off before they could start at Mort's offer. "...you're inviting me in...?" he asked, looking at Mort strangly. "...After I punked and insulted you."

Mort shrugged. "You don't have to come in if you don't want to, but there's no sense in being inhospitable. Just because you're being unkind to me doesn't mean I should be unkind to you."

Another blink. "...but..." he trailed off, utterly thrown. "...I never understand you..."

Another man might have taken that as an opportunity to shoot back that the feeling was mutual, but that wasn't Mort's style. He just gave Bakura a smile. "Life's just full of surprises. Now, do you want to stand out here and talk, or would you rather come inside?"

The teen hesitated a moment before cautiously stepping forward. "...You're not trying to trick or trap me or anything, right?"

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