NOTE: This is a sequel to my mpreg fanfic 'Nothing is Trivial'. Mpreg WILL be mentioned or maybe a subject used in later chapter. If you have a problem then move along, thank you :3

"Drive, Kura drive!" Marik yelled the order with a determined face as the two men jumped into the convertible, with bleach blonde haired man throwing his top half out the window and firing at the jewellers' owner, who was running quickly up to them, yelling abuse and threats.

"Shut up!" Bakura snapped, turning the car on and slamming his black leather boots on the accelerator, sending speeding off, with Marik almost falling out the window if it wasn't for Bakura taking a sudden tight hold of his black sweater to keep in the vehicle.

Marik climbed back inside and relaxed into the leather seat, leaning his head back and covering his eyes with a tanned hand as a sighed heavily. He licked his lips before muttering

"That was closer"

"You're not kidding" Bakura grunted, eyes on the road with his hands at 10 and 2.

Marik allowed his hand to drop and sat up only to lean on the dashboard, arms folded. He gazed out the window and into the gloomy dark distance. The sight of the street lamps going by one by one soon began to make his eyes heavy with fatigue. He moaned to himself, rubbing his eyes. He inhaled deeply before ordering Bakura tiredly-

"Straight to Kame Game…" He yawned

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going you twat?!" Bakura growled. What did Marik think he was going to do? Park the car in his own drive way for the world to see?!

Marik went into a sulk, sitting back in the seat of the stolen car and turning away from the man that was supposedly his best friend, mumbling something along the lines of 'fine be like that'.

Bakura's mood was worse than usual, but then again his life was different than usually- and about to change even more so in the upcoming months. Bakura had been with Ryou for almost 6 years. A hell of a lot had happened in those 6 years, and the years previous to that.

The previous years to the six had had Bakura spending his time as a spirit that possessed the millennium ring, of which Ryou was the owner of. When he was finally given his own, it was almost a double of Ryou's, only with a few small twists that resembled his original body from long ago, including hair and eye colour.

But these 6 years had been a mix of the most stressful and the best days of his life. He owed everything to Ryou, not that he would admit that. For that reason, it was good Ryou knew it naturally. Those 6 years had gone so fast- so fast for Bakura's liking.

Notable things to have happened back the following

Ryou became pregnant after a drunken night. It ended in abortion

A repeat of the first, only this time Ryou carried the child to birth and had the baby put up for adoption. A woman named KoKo adopted the youngling and named him 'Mitsuo'. They still got messages from Koko, even now, giving the odd little update. Koko still couldn't stop thanking them for giving him Mitsou that even now she ended her letters to them with 'So much thanks for giving me my diamond in life-Koko'.

During Ryou's pregnancy, Bakura been involved with another person, who happened to be Ryou's best friend's lover. Bakura had gone to great length to keep all a secret, so far that he let their blood spill and their bodies burn to keep it that way.

Ryou started college

Bakura was arrested and sent to prison for 6 months for robbery. He was held for extra month for bad behaviour

Bakura and his 'friends' murder the old game shop owner, and took over the place as their hide out.

Just to name a few.

But things were changing. Ryou was now 21, Bakura pretending to be about 27, and was getting ready to head off to University in a few months time.
A University not in Domino. A university miles away in fucking Sendai.
This would mean Bakura would actually have to fend himself! All these years, Ryou had cooked, cleaned and cared for him. It had been Ryou who had gone shopping every week, and it had been Ryou who had convinced judges and the police to reconsider their plans of jailing Bakura. It was only to himself that Bakura admitted he was scared of Ryou 's leaving.

Marik assumed this to be the reason for Bakura's increasing bad temper, and though it was somewhat linked to the reason, the actual cause was kept to Bakura himself. The thief did dread Ryou's leaving though…

"It won't be for too long, Kura!" Ryou had beamed at him while Bakura sulked in the living room. "I get to come home and visit ever fortnight or so! Maybe every weekend if my studies are going well!"

Bakura had only grunted a reply, still annoyed by the thought of his leaving.

Now here Bakura was doing his every day- or night to be correct- thing with the man that was supposedly his best friend. There latest shenanigan was a robbery at a jewellers located on the outskirt of Domino city. It was set down a private-like alley way, which, for Bakura and Marik, made it an easy target. With it set right on the edge, and with a little spying for them to notice that the jeweller kept his keys in a little box on the front desk, it mean the two sociopathic men could rob the place and then quickly jump into jewellers car and steal that as well. That plan went smoother then smooth, with any ammo that the Jeweller shot at them missing them terribly due to his shaky arthritis-cursed hands. I had only taken Marik one shot to wound the old man, and a third to send him falling to the ground in a painful defeat.

Marik smirked to himself as he thought about it as he drew closer to sleep. Bakura was still speeding down the roads, throwing Marik and himself back in forth in their seats as he dodged round corner after corner.

Marik was unsure of when he fell asleep, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was ripped form his sleep by a punch in the side. Marik's eyes shot open, as coughed and spluttered in alarm and sudden pain as he grabbed his side. He swung his head to his left and scowled at Bakura.

"What was that for?! He yelled angrily, almost growling like an angry mutt.

Bakura shushed him with a smirk, before answering his question was simply "You wouldn't make up"

Before Marik could get his revenge then and there, Bakura had jumped out the car. It was then that he realised where they were- in the garage of the abandoned Kame Game shop. Climbing out the car himself with a yawn, Marik looked round tiredly until his eyes fell on his Yami and Bakura.

"No number plates" Mariku argued sternly.

"Come on! We can't drive this thing around with the number plate of a stolen vehicle!" Bakura whined roughly, stamping one foot on the ground as he stood in front of Mariku, nose to nose on his toe tips.

"Don't complain at me, bruised head" Mariku spat, Bakura wincing at the cruel nickname that had been bestowed upon him due to his purple hair "All I have is yellow and black paint- and it isn't waterproof!"

Bakura growled, shaking his head and turning his face to Marik, saying nothing.

"What?" Marik asked with confusion.

Bakura grumbled to himself, and left the garage through the door that led to the downstairs kitchen on the Kame Game store. Marik and Mariku blinked at each other, before shrugging vaguely.

"Who put him in a bad mood?" Mariku asked with a smirk, heading over to the equipment cupboard and getting ready to start work on transforming the car.

"Ryou's leaving is getting to him" Marik answered numbly, heading over to the corner of the room where the paint cans were located.

"I honestly wasn't expecting another fucking car to brought here tonight" Mariku mumbled in agitation.

"Meh" Marik shrugged "It was there, the owners keys were practically lying around… So we just though 'hey! Another car job'!" Marik laughed to himself "We are absolute genius'"

"It's more work for me…" Mariku grumbled so more, dropping the paint brushes on the car hood on purpose. "It's times like this that make me miss my old temper and powers-"

"It's times like this that I'm glad you DON'T have your old temper and powers!" Marik laughed as he picked up a paint brush and used to open the lid of the paint.

Mariku said nothing, merely grumbling to himself and ripping another paint tin open with his nails in one go and beginning to pain the hood of the Volvo, all the while, Marik carried on fighting with the lid on his tin.

Meanwhile, Bakura was sitting in the dirty, tiled floor of the kitchen, drinking a bottle of vodka. He was so tired. He had had only about 3 hours sleep in the last week… Maybe including the before. He yawned heavily, leaning his head back against the cool wooden cabinets. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to think clearly. To do his part of the car then leave was his plan. Even though he didn't want to do home.

Marik and Mariku thought he was miserable about Ryou leaving but that wasn't it. Sure, he was quite sad about it, but that wasn't what had got him so down. Today, December 5th, marked the day of two advents.

The birth of the child they'd give away

The death of Yami Moto

In seven day's time, it would mark the day a report was given to the police to say Yugi Motou was missing. Only Bakura knew that in just four day's time it would mark the day of Yugi Motou's death. That was his own little secret, one that he would certainly keep from Ryou forever.

Yugi had been Ryou's best friend, and Yami was just a friend, maybe not even that. But even so, they had both been quite important people in his life. Now, they no longer existed.

In Bakura's eyes, his reasons for snatching their lives was far and reasonable. Bakura's choice of being dishonest to his and Ryou's relation by having a sexual, somewhat romantic, relationship with his arch rival on numerous occasions, was the reasons for both deaths. Yami's guilty conscious for the situation was too strong for him to handle, and after a failed suicide attempt he begged Bakura to take his life for him. Bakura did so; with a knife and a flick of his pale bony wrist. Yugi was murdered to just make sure it all stayed hush. Yugi was pushed into a bonfire, with Bakura checking the next day to make sure there was no trace of him left. With no clues, the investigation team who were in search of Yugi left it down to kidnapping or running away. To this day the search him remains, along with a certain relative who made a bad move against Bakura. It became a good idea to murder Yugi's grandfather after the old man confronted Bakura for his relation with Yami, declaring that it had to be the reason why his grandson had run away. The old man meddled too much, and on the night that followed, Bakura, with Marik accompanying him, crept into his house and stabbed him straight through the neck, before suffocating him with a pillow who good measure. They took the body, slashed it up into an utter wreck, leaving it unrecognisable, before throwing it in the Domino river to be disposed of.

While Marik was aware of most of the story, Ryou knew nothing. And as been said so many times-

That's the way it was going to stay.

By why was all this such a bother?
It was because Bakura knew that when he went home, he'd have to face a very unhappy Ryou. More like hysterical. Bakura could already see the image of his lover sobbing away into his pillow as he cried out in agony. So many dark memories came back during this time of year. Ryou had been sad since the beginning of December, knowing what days were coming, the days bounded in the chains of an agonic past. Bakura was never very good a comforting, so he never had a clue what to do in that situation.

Bakura brought the bottle to his white lips and down the last of the liquid. He pulled a face of disgust his the vodka made his mouth dry like a Sahara desert. He through the bottle against the wall to his right, watching it smash satisfyingly to smithereens before getting up and heading back to the garage to help his team mates in crime disguise the car, so no one would recognise it as the stolen one.

The Sequel to Nothing Is Trivial! Woop Woop!

Hope you are enjoying it so far guys! I love to know what you think… ;)