Bakura gave a happy laugh, clinging tightly, eyes full of wonder. He'd almost forgotten that Vector could fly, it'd been so long since.

He laughed again, hugging Vector even more tightly, the wind mussing his hair worse than it already had been. There was something utterly magical and wonderful about flying that made it so easy to forget anything else that had been bothering him, as if the wind rushing around him was clearing through the fog in his mind.