Here's another story. I don't feel happy with my first one so I write this. I know this pairing I did isn't very common but it's different, emotional, serious and each chapter has a life lesson. I'm sure anyone would enjoy reading it. This is boy/boy so if you don't like that shit then I recommend it. Cause that'll mean you'll leave mean reviews saying you don't like it, meaning I'll sit here laughing at your ass that you wasted time reading it even when you didn't like it. Then took more time to actually bitch about it Hahaha.

Technically five years has passed since Kaiba boy and Baku-Baka have seen each other. Bakura left cause he had his own shit to do and they loved each other. Now this is in the future where they coincidently meet up in Italy, at their college, as roommates! Can they overcome all the crap the universe throws at them? Can their relationship become more?

Memories. They're funny when you think about it. Just like the sand at the beach. No matter what you engrave on it, it'll always be washed away by the sea. Memories are like that in a twisted way. We hold things precious to us, do memorable things. We always say, "it'll always be there it's so unforgettable!" But that's wrong. No matter what our memories are, they'll be washed away by the sea of pain and years of hardship. Doesn't matter what it is, it's human nature to block things, good and bad. I wish it wasn't like that, how I yearn from my heart to remember...I just can't...I'm done. Then there was that cold windy day at the beach, I wrote your name on the sand in a messy handwriting. I looked at it smiling but the moment I turned around and looked back, it had been washed away. No matter how long I shed tears, you never came back. I walked down the shore my small feet aching along with my broken heart at thoughts of darkness. I saw something, it was the greatest and most richest treasure I had ever found. To outsiders it would just be a common object, but to me it was a sign that my heart and memories were still there. It gave me hope, strength, power and happiness. It was very simple yet shined the brightest, it was the most smallest but the greatest, it was a broken heart shell yet the best shape. It was a small, white seashell shaped like a heart, the bottom half was missing, another heart piece. This was the first thing that was marked as memorable. Wore it around my neck, fear eating at my heart that I would someday forget that day at the beach. Now when I think back it's the only thing I remember about my past, nothing else...absolute darkness. Just that shiny treasure. It's all I remember, your name has been forgotten just the sound of it that still echoes in my head. This simple shell has been the only thing in my memories, the only thing that gave me purpose to move on. Then again I was foolish and awfully young back then. Memories are funny like that, aren't they?

Bakura Touzoku, that was his name. He laid in bed expressionlessly with an arm over his forehead. He had finished high school four years ago in Domino City. A lot of things had changed since the last time he'd been at the beach. But who cared back to the main point. One summer he had come to the conclusion that there was no way in hell he could survive with the low in come he was getting. There was only one way he could solve this. He had to go to college, but he was so fucking sick and tired of this boring ass city. There were so many bad memories, some had been erased from his thoughts. After all he'd been through with the little amount of "friends" he had none of it had meant anything to them. After they'd graduated from high school, they'd all gone their separate ways. Marik had left to Egypt, Ryou went back to England, Melvin went to prison. It was painfully obvious henwasnt needed around anymore, he didn't give a fuck he lived on. But like always...his mind erased all of it, leaving a dull ache in it's place. He just couldn't bring himself up to care enough, if it happened it happened no point dwelling. The only happiness that he had was talking to Ryou once in a while, but of course the world couldn't leave him happy, now could it? It was on a winter day, December 24 when Ryou was driving through the streets at night. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a 50 year old fat ass drunk driver. He had collided with Ryou's car. The asshole survived, it was unfair, why had the innocent boy died while that sick ass fuck had survived.

Bakura growled, anger rising as his features changed into fury and bitterness. He had lost people in such a pathetic way, just like his family in Kul Elna and he hadn't been able to do shit. Yet he took on the world without a care. First his parents, then his love, his friends, and then himself. But he had gained that heart shell in return, to someone it might've sounded stupid but to him it meant everything. He never went anywhere without it. But now everything was different. He had just turned 22 and and saved up enough money since graduation to come here. He was in Italy. After having an internal debate in his mind he finally decided it was time he continued his work as an artist. So he applied to the best Art institute in Florence, Italy. As a kid he'd been an exceptional artist, so why not continue, maybe it might go well. With everything set behind, he was starting fresh, he wasn't Bakura, the follower, psychopath (kinda), bitter, depressed fool. He was Akito, he liked that name, don't judge. He was going to study, abroad as an exchange student. Today was his first day, he hoped he could at least make some good memories here that would last. He scoffed at the thought, how foolish to think like that when he knew the outcome. Memories, it's a joke. He had nothing to lose...

He got up and slowly started getting dressed in the average uniform. A dark blue vest, over a white shirt and jeans. He found out oddly stupid and ridiculous yet he wore it. He pulled up the sleeves, untied the tie, and unbuttoned the shirt. Then he picked up his handbag, where he kept his paint, notepad, and random art tools he was sure he'd need. Bakura pulled out the small suitcase from under his bed, where he kept some clothes in. He looked around the small mouse hole that was called an apartment. He'd moved here a few months ago. Today he was going to move into the institute's dorm room. He groaned sadly, hed have to share...he hated sharing...but why care? He wouldn't remember it anyway.

He walked by the landlord's door grinning as he left without paying for the rent, and quickly walked down to the busy street. People going by, tourists taking pictures, shop keepers yelling in Italian throwing boxes of food in each other's carts, little kids running. Bakura couldn't help but smile slightly as he looked up at the clear sky, another busy day in the every friendly neighborhood of Florence. He walked down the narrow street into the open area. He was glad the school was a few blocks away but it's not like he had to walk everyday. He tried to remember everything about the college. It was the, Beloit program, this institute taught people about the renaissance art, culture, and architecture of the city. It accPeter exchange students from all over.

He had taken a few classes on art: Renaissance, Roman, Medieval, Baroque and Egyptian. He took a class on medieval architect and Italian. They had told him for this program he could stay with a host family, but he'd decided against it, he might kill them anyway. He was going to stay in the same building as the one where the program was going to be. He'd heard the dorms were pretty big and roman styled, he couldn't wait.

He finally arrived at the institute and stopped in front of the steps looking up at the huge entrance doors. Two huge lion statues were standing by both sides of the entrance. The entire building looked like something out of ancient times. It was simply...magnificent. It simply took ones breath away. He took out the shell necklace and placed a small kiss on it.
"Please...let me remember this" he prayed and walked up the stairs. "Fresh start...new beginning, you're not Bakura, you're Akito, a serious artist, who was lucky enough to be accepted into this program," he said to himself but couldn't keep a straight face as a burst out laughing getting odd looks. He went into the office and signed up and turned in his paper work. The attractive lady handed him his dorm key.
"You're on the third floor room 304," she told him in an heavy Italian accent. Even though it was a bit hard to understand he was glad people knew English here. He'd only been living here a few months and wasn't that fluent in Italian. He could understand, speak and read but it took some time.

He thanked her and walked out of the office into the hallway. He looked around and found the large spiral stairs. Bakura walked up to the third floor panting a little, he was out of shape. He looked around for a few minutes until he found the right door. He turned the handle and walked in taking a deep breath. He looked around in amazement, this room was so damn spacious. It was just a dorm but it was way bigger then the apartment that had cost him more then the tuition. It was a huge area, and there was a spiral case going upstairs showing with rails on the top floor. He walked to the middle turning around catching a glimpse of everything. He went over to the small stairs and climbed up to catch a better view of the room. Unlike other houses that were townhouses, the stairs were open and free going high above the main room into a small art studio on the top. The rails were golden, the walls were a light shade of caramel color, the floors were boarded but some of it was covered with a light brown rug. There were two red couches with golden outlines on the other side of the room, with a tv near the wall. There was a column attached to the wall, on that side there were two beds. He could see everything from up this studio. He finally studied the art studio, there was a huge desk with a paper, a ruler, a cup filled with pencils, paint stacked on the small case, scissors, and so much more. It was every artists dream room. He walked over and looked out the small window in front of the desk.

The sound of the door shutting snapped him out of his thoughts. He walked to the edge of the rails and looked down. A brunette man had entered the room looking around. Bakura studied him carefully wondering what would happen if he jumped on the stranger from here. The man simply glanced around and walked to the other side of the room and put his case on the bed unpacking. Bakura rolled his eyes, the guy must've been rich if he didn't seem to be phased by his surroundings. He walked downstairs to greet his roomie...wonderful. Bakura walked behind the man and cleared his throat quietly. The man turned around, Bakura's heart skipped a beat...he knew this man...but his memories were too fuzzy, he couldn't remember at all. Those blue eyes, pale features, body figure, high cheek bones, brown messy hair...he knew this man...but from where?
"Are you going to stand there drooling or introduce yourself?" His cold voice snapped bakura out of his thoughts.
"Oh shut up rude ass I'm Akito don't call me kitty or I'll kill you, and you are?"
He said with a crude smirk in mocking tone. He wasn't one of those people who licked boots just to please others.
"Elliot Ichihara, either call me Elliot or Seth I don't care," he said in an icy tone and turned away to unpack.

Bakura turned around and unpacked some clothed putting them in the drawer, just like Seth was doing. After a few minutes they were both done and sat in an awkward silence.
"Sooooo what classes are you taking?" He asked boldly. Seth turned to look at him.
"I'm taking two art classes, one Italian culture and another on architecture," he replied leaning against the bed post crossing his arms. "You?"
"Oh I'm just taking a few art classes and architecture I have my art classes at 10 AM and the other one at noon at 4 PM, then I get the rest of the day off. I only go on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays," Bakura told him trying to see how long it would take until the man got tired of hearing him. Seth nodded and took out his own schedule studying it, "Seems like we have the same classes except I have fewer art classes."Bakura nodded and scowled, "so two more hours until our first class, wanna go somewhere?"
"Like where?"
"I don't know...um the Cafè?"
"Are you asking me out...?"
"What?! No!" He glared at the guy...bloody bastard.

After a few minutes Seth finally got up, and walked towards the door, "Come on, let's go to the cafè." Bakura was snapped out of his thoughts of killing the man and ran after him. They walked together in peaceful silence. But deep down inside they were both tearing apart their memories trying to figure out where they had know each other from. To Bakura, Seth was so familiar, that cold attitude, indifference, the face, demeanor, body...everything. To Seth, Bakura was too familiar, but how he seemed different then the person that had come to mind, and his name was different as well...they stopped...it wasn't worth it. They finally arrived at the café and took a seat at the corner booth. A maid walked over with a frilly outfit and smiled brightly at them, in which they both gave her a scowl making her stop.
"What would you like?" She asked.
"Coffee," they both said in unison with a dark tone. She nodded a bit frightened and walked away swinging her hips in hopes of attracting the brunette's attention. But Seth being the cold hearted man he was simply ignored it with hatred and rested his chin on his wrist studying Akito. A few seconds went by until Bakura finally noticed the look and sunk in his seat trying to escape the hard look he was getting from his roommate.

The maid finally came back cheerfully with an extra bounce in her step and set down two mugs of coffee in front of them. With a final envious cast towards Seth's direction, she left. Bakura took a quick sip and put it down with a sigh.
"Can I ask why you've been staring at me for that last fifteen minutes?" He finally asked. Seth stopped drinking and glanced at him.
"Sorry...didn't know it was against the law to be looking at someone," was his cold reply as he went back to drinking the bitter substance. Bakura looked away hiding the angered look in his eyes. After a few minutes of silence and drinking they got up, paid, and walked back to their dorm room.

For two hours they just sat around, put their stuff in the right places and had small meaningless conversations, which ended in arguments. Once again both of them were trying to remember things from their pasts. Soon enough a melodious chime rang throughout the whole building, indicating classes were about to start. Both Bakura and Seth had classes from 10 to 12 pm and then they could rest before their next class which was from 4 pm to 6 pm. Their first class was renaissance art and other forms of it for two hours. Seth had it for only about an hour and moved on to culture and later on he had two hours of architect with Akito. They both jumped up with relief that they could finally begin classes and end the awkwardness. They walked down the hall and went to the north wing of the building. They entered a huge dome that was the art room. Their were paintings all over the room. Bakura was in awe including Seth, they'd never seen anything like this before. They took a seat next to each other as the professor came in.
"Hello my dears, I am Madam Rousseau, call me Rose if you wish, I'll be your art teacher for the remaining semester," she said and took a seat at her desk. Bakura was too busy with note taking and sketching the demonstrations to notice that Seth had stopped working and was studying him. That silver hair, those dark eyes, pale features, the only person that came to his mind didn't even act like Akito, and the boy in his memories was too foggy for him to remember.

It even hurt to try and remember but he wanted to, he was tired of running from his past. He looked up at the boy once more, surprisingly the boy returned his gaze. He quickly looked away resting his head on his hand trying to keep his heartbeat from pounding out of his chest. Little did he know Bakura was going through the exact same thing, blush rushing to cheeks, heart pounding, confusion running through his mind. He'd only met tall, dark, and heartless just this morning, yet he felt as if he knew too much about the man to just call it a coincidence. He wanted to remember the guy yet at the same time he knew it'd bring old painful memories he had locked up forever. What was funny was the first thing that came to mind was a dragon and a little kid. Bakura shrugged and went back to working took much thinking wasn't good. It would rot his brain.

The hour flew by for Seth, the bell rang and he packed up his stuff leaving the dome without saying good bye to Bakura. For some reason he was a little upset the man hadn't bid him farewell, he didn't expect it but it would've been nice...rude prick. He quickly shook his head and mentally slapped himself. What the fuck?! Since when the bloody hell did he give a rats ass if anyone said hello or good bye to him...somehow the cold bastard had that effect on him that made his wonder where the hell he knew the guy from. Bakura sat through another hour in a daze barely paying attention to the lesson. Sounds echoed through his head, roars, hoof beats, shouts, cries, screams, cheers, clapping, voices, oh so many familiar voices especially a deep cold one that brought tears to his eyes, so many things in his head. It felt as if though it was another cloudy day just like his thoughts. They were so clouded and jumbled up, it hurt. The best thing to do sometimes is just to lock it up and pretend there was nothing. Just blankness, and darkness in your mind. Thinking about the past would just bring up to pain and misery and suffering the best thing to do was forget everything and that's what he had been doing for the last four years. But sometimes certain things just brought back memories that flashed through your head like lightening.

The hours flew by, he got up and gathered his stuff walking out of the classroom passing by all the other students like a phantom. He didn't like talking to people and socializing, he wasn't apprehensive about that, but the fact that he might not recall them. He didn't want the same thing to happen that had happened four years ago, he didn't really care much about the world anymore, but being thrown away and forgotten was not something he wanted to go through again. There was only one person who had never truly forgotten him. Always fought with Bakura, pissed the hell outta him, and they'd been through so damn much together, even if those moments didn't mean much to the older boy, they still held meaning to Bakura. Before he had graduated they had even become friends, close friends. What sickened him and brought a bitter feeling of remorse to him was the fact that he didn't even remember the boy's name or anything, just a blurry figure.

Bakura entered the dorm room and went over to his bed collapsing with exhaustion. Seth looked over from his bed and rolled his eyes. 'The nimrod hasn't even had class for any more than two hours and he's tired already?' He thought to himself. Akito reminded him very much of someone but he stopped thinking before he gave himself a headache. He went back to working but kept a close eyes on Akito.
"hey I'm gonna go take a shower, don't wait up," Bakura called out and jumped off his bed walking towards the bathroom. After he was gone Seth looked towards the other's half filled suitcase. He got up and walked over looking through some things. He don't care how weird this looked he needed some sort of solid evidence that proved this was who he thought he was.

After going through everything, he finally gave up, all he found was useless shit. He sighed and suddenly noticed something from the corner of his eye. He took it out of the pocket of the suitcase, the moment he realized what it was he picked it up with a shaky hand. It was a familiar card.
'Impossible there's only one person in the entire world who would possess this card' he thought to himself as he studied the card to make sure it was real or not. He just couldn't remember the name of the owner. Suddenly pain flashed through his head as old memories started to fill his head. For the first time since his brother's death, tears start to pool down his eyes. Guilt, pain, regret, and sorrow started to swell up his heart. He put the card back and went to his bed. A few minutes later Bakura entered the room with a towel around his waist. Seth looked up as more tears welled up in his eyes, there was the love of his life standing there well and alive. There was the goof ball who pissed him off to no end. There was the killer whom he owned everything to...who had left him without a goodbye.