Mark's P.O.V

I finished recording, and gave a sharp sigh.

"What's wrong with Yami?"

I looked behind me to see Layla, and I gave a smile at her. "What do you mean?"

Layla stared at me, as if something was clicking in her head. Her lips were in a thin, disapproving line. "I know something is wrong. I can feel the aura of sadness when I entered."

"See." Dark hissed in my brain and I just smiled.

"I'm sure Aaron's fine. He just needed some space."

"Did he tell you about his dream?" I froze and I saw Layla sigh. "I guess not. He didn't give me many details either. I just know it scares him."

And I've made a promise not to bug him about it...

"I'm sure he's fine. If it is serious he would of told me."

"Like you tell him about Dark?"
I was quiet, and I watched Layla turn away. "I see."

"It's not like that. It's just not that serious." I retorted and Layla looked at me with sad eyes. "It's nothing I can't handle."

"And yet he has been getting stronger."

"Layla. Get your nose out of my buisness." I snapped at her, and Dark hissed in my mind.

Layla looked hurt and she walked away. I sighed as the door swung close behind her. I turned back to the desk and put my head onto the table.

"You're an idiot Mark." I murmured to myself.

"Yes. Yes you are." Dark replied.

"Shut up."

"Don't feel like it."

I groaned in protest and slumped further into the chair. Why wasn't Aaron telling me anything? "I hate it when Layla's right."

"About what?"

I spun around to see Aaron.