Okay, I'm taking a break from my Gorillaz stories for a while. So I'm trying my hand with some YuGiOh. It's mostly ships for this one, so don't like don't read. I've never written yaoi before, so don't kill me or strangle me or send me to the Shadow Realm if it sucks. Includes Puppyshipping, Puzzleshipping, whatever Tristan and Serenity is, and Thiefshipping. Mainly Thiefshipping, coz I luv dat pairing! Also MokubaxOC. Takes place after the series, sorta AU. Once again, don't strangle me. I may make this into a one-shot. But if you guys like it, I will continue. Now, enough of my rambling, on with the tale!

Bakura looked into the violet eyes of the dark skinned Egyptian and felt a warmness in his chest. He had never cared for anyone. Never.

He had a small amount of respect towards his host, Ryou, of course, but it wasn't care. It wasn't like this. Ever since his spirit had been rejected from Ryou's mind and he was forced into the real world, things like love, guilt, and the law had been messing with him. For years now, he had been in and out of jail (but being the former Thief King of Egypt, it was no trouble escaping) and had been in and out of relationships. Many girls lived alone now. Either with their white haired children, or with a lawsuit pending. It was never really a different story. He constantly frequented bars and alleyways, waiting for an unsuspecting victim. The Egyptian always said he was an addict. But the desires were never fulfilled. He never felt true love towards one person. Never respect, never, care, never love.

But as he stared into the eyes of the young boy in front of him, all that seemed to change. The words that had escaped his mouth were like an arrow to Bakura's dark heart. "I know that we'll be friends for a long time, Bakura." He gasped inwardly and stumbled backwards a bit. Malik looked back at him.

"Kura, you okay?" He asked, not wanting to see his friend hurt or in pain. Bakura straightened and smiled, nodding at his Egyptian companion. They were at the Hershey Park in Pennsylvania. The pharaoh's game partner brat had somehow convinced Bakura to come. Really, it was Malik. He had wanted so badly to see this place. Bakura just couldn't say no.

Bakura and Malik had been sharing an apartment for almost two years now. He and Malik shared the rent and bill costs. Most people would have assumed Bakura would have moved in with Mariku, Malik's darker side. Like him, Malik's yami had been forcefully removed some time ago, along with Yugi's.

The pharaoh and Yugi walked ahead of them, walking hand-in-hand. They were a couple, everyone knew it, they made it so obvious. Then there was Seto, arms crossed as usual, still wearing his stupid looking cape, or as Joey had dubbed it, The Coattails of Doom, and eyes down, trying his hardest to ignore the blabbering idiot next to him. But it was extremely difficult for Seto to hide the smirk on his face as Joey continued on about their future together. Then there was Ryou and Mariku, bickering like an old married couple. Mariku was debating with Ryou over which chocolate was better: white, milk, or dark. Mariku said dark. Ryou said white. But despite that, their hands were twitching from being so close to the other's and yet not touching. Even Tea, who was single, was enjoying her time talking animatedly with Mai on their current jobs. Serenity and Tristan walked along, their arms twisted around each other. Mokuba, now a teenager, skipped along, talking happily with his friend Nala, a foreign exchange student from Africa.

The result of this was simple: Bakura felt left out. His fingers itched to get nearer Malik's. His mouth watered at the thought of exploring the boy's mouth... But it would never happen. Malik seemed perfectly happy as a single man living with a psychotic spirit who was head over heels in love with him. Bakura took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but to no prevail. He growled and stormed out of the Hershey exhibit.

"Kura!" Malik exclaimed. The couples surrounding him turned to see what the problem was. Malik dashed out of the building after the white haired spirit to find him smoking a cigarette in the back parking lot. "Kura, what's wrong?" Malik asked. Bakura chuckled and closed his eyes.

"Like you'd care." Malik was shocked.

"Kura, I care about you! Really I do!" He protested. "You're my best friend!" Bakura growled.

"Stop calling me that!" He shouted. "I hate that title!" Malik looked at him in awe.

"Bakura, what are you saying? You don't want us to be friends anymore?" Bakura's mouth was open, he wanted to say something, but his throat was suddenly dry.

"M-Malik... I-it's not like... It's not like that-!" He tried to protest.

"Then what is it like, Bakura?" Bakura winced at Malik's tone of disappointment.

"Hiluvroo." He mumbled.

"What?" Malik asked, completely flabbergasted.

"Hiloveoo." Bakura tried again. Malik opened his mouth and then closed it again.

"I... Just leave it, Kura." He began walking off, shoulders slumped. Bakura's words failed him once again as he reached out for the young man.

Malik walked back inside, his face beet red and his head down. "What's wrong, Malik?" Mariku asked.

"Nothing. I think Kura and I are in a fight." Mai snickered.

"I thought you and your boyfriend were the happy couple?" Malik's face flared red again.

He looked at Mai and growled, "We are not dating!" Tea snickered as well.

"Your face says otherwise, Malik." She pointed out. Malik, of course, only blushed even redder.

"Shut up!" True, he always had felt something more for the white haired thief. He just never had the courage to say anything to him about it. He sighed and shook his head. When was he ever gonna stop being afraid an tell him?