Kizuato to namida

Scars and Tears

SJ 2002

Author notes: Hey guys! It's me again … getting tired of me yet? ^^; This is the sequel (whoa, that was fast, wasn't it?) to "You Make Me Sick" featuring the Yaoi couple of Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura. I did some research concerning Malik Ishtar/Yami Malik and hopefully I have a better idea of how his creepy little mind works. You'll help me with that, won't you? Onto the synopsis! Oh, one more thing. I'm not sure of how the second season of YGO goes, so pretty much everything that's here is of my own little warped mind…^_^;;

Synopsis: Bakura and Yami have gotten through their ordeals in their basement adventure. But it's not over yet. Malik Ishtar is in town and he's looking for one thing—Bakura. And he'll do whatever it takes to get him.

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Chapter 1 "Back to school!"

September

I didn't like this. I didn't like this one little bit. Looking around the school, I saw the little mortal students hurry about, meeting friends, lounging about outside, and pretty much wasting time before the first bell rang. I stood by the bus stop; dressed in the school's exceedingly creative blue and white uniform, adjusting the strap of the shoulder-pack my Aibou gave me. Where was Yami? Wasn't he supposed to go through this educational hell with me? Knowing them, they probably ditched me just to see how horribly I'd fail at finding my way around the place.

Now there's the irony of the entire situation. I was a grave robber in my past life, I could find my way in and out of the most complicated labyrinths, but a simple high-school campus confuses the hell out of me. Karma's a bitch. I leaned against the pole, closing my eyes for a moment. Immediately Yami's face appeared and I smiled faintly. Opening my eyes again, I sighed and looked with disdain at the building of Domino High School. "Well it's now or never, Bakura," I muttered to myself. "Time to go and get lost."

"Bakura!" came my Aibou's voice, and my head turned to the left, where I saw Ryou, Yugi, Yami and their friends come running from across the field. Well it's about damn time. They sure took their own sweet time getting here. "Why did you leave so early?"

I stared at him blankly. "I left at the time you told me to. You were the one that was late, Aibou." Ryou looked at his watch and gave me a sheepish grin. "You all took your goddamned sweet time, didn't you?"

Joey grinned at me. "Well yeah, because we knew that the great Bakura had the patience to deal with it!"

With a glare, I said, "Don't make me hurt you, Wheeler."

"Ah, you wouldn't do that! I'm Yami's friend!" Joey said with another big grin.

"I don't care. That doesn't protect you from me harming you because of your rampant stupidity!" I countered, and Joey stuck out his tongue. "Great rebuttal, by the way."

Yami moved from behind Tristan and walked up to me. "You aren't a morning person, are you, Bakura?"

I made a face at him, wrinkling my nose and he laughed. "What was your first clue?" Yami chuckled and put a hand on my shoulder before giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. The group shielded us, so none of the other students saw. "When does this infernal institution start anyway?"

Yugi looked at his watch. "Well we've got half an hour before the bell rings. Do you all have your schedules? I don't remember if we have classes together or not."

Téa looked at hers, as did Joey, Tristan, Ryou, Yugi, Yami and myself. "I remember now," Tristan said after a little while, "we're all in the same homeroom and have most of our classes together except for last block."

I glanced at my timetable then looked at Yami's. "I have chemistry last block," I spoke up, making sure I read the infernal thing right.

Yami looked at his own timetable. "I have physics then. Oh well, we're in every other class together." I smiled faintly at him and he glanced back at the paper in his hands. Walking in our little troupe, we walked into the cafeteria, where Joey challenged me to a friendly game of duel monsters.

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked dryly.

"This isn't for money or anything, Bakura," Joey said with his thick Brooklyn accent. "I just want a friendly duel with ya."

Rolling my eyes, I conceded, and Ryou handed me our deck. Joey had improved; I saw that much from his duel against Yugi and Keith in the Duellist Kingdom. But, in the end, he still managed to bungle things up and I won. "Well that was slightly entertaining," I said with a yawn.

Joey smirked. "What kept you up late last night?" He glanced at Yami who turned a bright shade of crimson. I picked up his Time Wizard card and flicked it at his head. "Ow! Damn it, Bakura …"

"I see your aim's gotten better," Yami commented and I rolled my eyes. The group looked at us confusedly, and Yami shook his head. "Inside joke." Finally, it seemed, the bell rang—ding, ding, and ding—and we set off for class.

Last block

Wearily, I glanced up at the clock. The class had just started and already I was wondering when the torture would end. The day had gone by insanely slowly, and I found myself wishing I could just go back inside the Millennium Ring. Sadly though, that nagging thing called my conscience pestered me about the strangeness and inability to explain to everyone about how I could vanish inside a piece of Egyptian jewellery.

I straightened my back and suddenly felt someone's breath on my neck. I froze, shivering slightly as that person's breath was oddly cold. Suddenly I turned around to see who the hell was trying to play with me but saw no one. That's it, Bakura, you're just going completely flipping crazy. Your boredom is causing you to be even more disillusioned than these mortals.

The teacher walked in, a nice-looking woman with short brown hair and eyes that reminded me of a placid lake. "We have a student from out of the country," she announced, and the class, just like me, looked absolutely thrilled. "All the way from Egypt." This peaked my interest and I raised an eyebrow. "Please give a nice Domino High welcome to Malik Ishtar." Walking through the door was a young man with mocha skin, tanned blond hair, with hypnotising purple eyes. He was dressed in the school uniform, his hair long and full. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I remembered who he was. "Why don't take a seat next to Bakura? He's the one with the white hair."

Malik gave a nod to the teacher and walked down the aisle between the lab tables, walking with a confident stride. The girls in the class whispered excitedly about the hotness of the new student, how the long, pointed golden earrings jingled slightly as he walked, how lovely his eyes were, the golden collar around his neck giving him that exotic look…personally it made me sick to my stomach. "So we meet again, Bakura," he said in a husky tone.

I looked over with utter disdain. "Yeah, so we do." Malik pulled out the blue stool and sat down on it, a smirk on his face the entire time. As the class din rose to the arrival of the new student, I figured I'd take a chance and say, "I didn't think you'd show your conniving hide here."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him give me this hurt expression on his face. "Those are harsh words, Bakura…considering how you almost joined me in annihilating your little group of friends," Malik said, the smirk returning to his lips. I grunted, not wanting to relive that experience. I knew how bad I had been, how nothing else was important to me other than to control everyone and everything. How nothing could stand in my way of accomplishing this plan. I didn't want to remember it. "You've gotten soft, Bakura."

"Shove it," I muttered, tapping my pencil on my binder. Malik merely smirked at me and I glared at him. The class went by quickly, interestingly enough considering who was sitting beside me. What the hell was he here for? Just as I got up to leave, Malik put a hand on my shoulder. "What the hell do you want?" I demanded.

Malik, moving closer to me than I would have liked, putting his other hand on my hip. "I think it'll be clearer to you later on what I want. And just remember this: Whatever I want, I always end up getting." He was very close to me, so close I could feel his cold breath dancing along the soft skin of my neck. At this moment I was glad that there was no one in the classroom. "See you tomorrow, Bakura." With that, he picked up his shoulder-pack and walked out of the classroom.

I stood there for a moment, a cross between pissed off and extremely confused. This guy could not be more freaking ambiguous. I must have been standing there a long time as Yami's voice broke the stillness. "Bakura?" I jumped, spinning around to see him. "What's the matter, you were just…standing there."

Shaking my head, I picked up my bag. "It's nothing, I was just…thinking about something," I lied, ignoring the fact I still had Goosebumps on my arms. "Well how was your first day of legalised hell?"

A smile came to Yami's face as he thought things were now back to normal. "It was pretty all right, actually. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. What about you, love?"

I shrugged. "It was boring as hell and I really don't see how I'm going to survive the year without strangling someone." Yami chuckled and I narrowed my eyes slightly. "It's not funny. I don't understand how these idiots moved up the levels to get this far."

"It's just one of those mysteries," Yami suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "Just don't kill anyone all right?"

"I don't know if I can make that promise," I muttered and he laughed again. As Yami began talking about how intriguing the mortal world was, I found myself thinking about Malik. It felt odd to see him again. Just remembering what happened the last time I saw him sent a chill down my spine. Before I had changed, I remember how much the evil and hatred consumed me. But it was nothing compared to the hatred and bitterness that coursed through Malik's veins. Yugi and his friends had thought that Malik himself was bad, but they had seen nothing until they met his Yami…

"Bakura, are you all right? You look zoned," Yami's voice broke my thoughts again and I blinked, turning to him. "Not to mention you look really worried. What's the matter?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing, Yami." I felt a pang of guilt for lying to him about something that could be potentially dangerous. But I couldn't tell him about Malik. I couldn't tell him about someone that I could deal with myself. As we walked across the field, I saw Malik standing on the ledge of the stairs leading to the south western entrance. I saw him staring straight through everyone to me.

I saw the deadly determination in his eyes and wondered what he came all the way here for. What could he possibly want here…? A feeling of slight alarm washed over me as I realised that he must be here for Yami. Malik's dislike for Yami ran far deeper than mine had, to such a depth that murder was not just an idea, it was Yami's destiny, in Malik's eyes. Locking gazes with him, I made a silent vow to protect Yami. At any cost.

-TBC-

Sasha: Eh…how was it? I still think there's something wrong with it, but over all, I'm pretty satisfied with it. What do you guys think? Just for repetition's sake, this doesn't follow the timeline of Yu-Gi-Oh to a T, I'm taking extreme liberties with this fic. Please review I need the feedback. ^_^ Peace out!