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Hi!

Well I am back with another one. I would like to thank and dedicated this story to YaoifanRisaMM for giving me the idea for it. Thank you! I couldn't have done it without you! So I hope you enjoy this story. If anyone else has any other ideas for the series, let me know and I will write them for you.

I am still working on Colorful Magic and some other stories. The reason for them taking so long to update is that I just moved to my mom's house and visit my dad sometimes on the weekends, so it's going to be difficult, but I will try and do my best.

I hope that I kept everyone in character. If I didn't let me know so I can fix it. Thank you.

Warning! This story has Tendershipping along with a femRyou. Just to let you know.

Please read and review!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I just own the seven year old twins, Aido and Amane, and the femRyou. I think.

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Raindrops IV: Change of Heart

Downtown Domino was lit up very brightly with the street lamps lighting the path ways for cars and for people. Stores were being closed for the night, and there were very few cars on the roads. There weren't any people walking on the streets.

Except for one person.

He was a young teen of seventeen. He was tall, and slightly muscular. His features were very pointy and sharp. His hair was white, was crazy and devil like. His pale skin contrasted with the dark streets. He was wearing a black skull t-shirt with a black coat, ripped up blue jeans and sneakers. His eyes were blood red.

Or blood shot red.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! thought Bakura, walking down the streets. He was dripping wet for it was raining and it looked like it wasn't going to stop for a while. Most people would be heading home if it was raining; Going inside their warm houses, cozying on the couch with a warm blanket, and curled up with a good book to read with your family.

In Bakura's case, he might have a family no more.

He tripped and caught himself, before he could land on the cold wet hard pavement, right on the face. The alcohol was still in his system, and was trying to sober up. The hard way.

I messed up. I've really messed up this time. Bakura gloomily walked down the path. He remembered what happened in the afternoon that had caused this whole situation.

He thought of his beautiful Ryou, crying telling him to stop. Her gentle brown eyes brimming with tears, running alongside her cheek. The little twins, Aido and Amane, the exact look a likes of both Yami and Hikari, hid in terror from him.

Bakura bristled and tensed when he thought of it.

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Bakura was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a bottle of beer. He had gone drinking with Yami, Joey, Tristan, and Marik to a club a couple of hours ago. They had stopped to head home, but Bakura didn't stop. He was on his third bottle, while watching his Hikari.

Ryou was stirring the soup she was cooking for lunch and adding ingredients to it. Her soft long white hair was loose, surpassing her shoulders. The seventeen year olds white short sleeved shirt and light blue skirt were showing off her delicate features and pale ivory skin. Her gentle doe like eyes were closed. She too like her Yami was barefooted. She had a gentle smile and was lightly singing.

He didn't know if it was the alcohol or his lust talking, but Ryou looked very…tempting at the moment.

Bakura smirked and licked his lips. He walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began nibbling her neck.

Ryou giggled. "That tickles Kura. Stop please."

"But you're so tasty." said Bakura not stopping.

"Stop, Kura, I'm making lunch right now."

"But I'm in the mood for dessert, Ryou." He said.

Ryou blushed deep red. "Not now. I'm busy fixing the food while Aido and Amane finish up cleaning their room. You can help by setting up the table."

"And why should I?" asked Bakura. He wasn't in his cheerful mood anymore. His eyes slanted darkly at Ryou.

She blinked confused. "Well if you don't want to, I can do-"

"Fine! I'll do it." barked Bakura, walking away from her to the table. He grabbed his bottle of beer, chugging away at its contents.

Ryou nervously walked up to him, "Um maybe you should slow it down a bit. It's getting late and I can make some coffee for-"

"What was that?! You think I'm drinking too much?! You think I should stop?! The nerve of you!"

Ryou backed away. "I didn't mean it like that. What I said was that you should slow down a bit on the drinking. But yes, I think you should stop."

"But you did mean it! Listen you simpering Hikari of mine, I'm the man of this house. I'm the master that controls the darkness. I'm the master and I own you!"

"This isn't like you. Please stop Bakura." Begged Ryou, as Bakura roughly grabbed her by the arm, "Please stop."

"I'll stop when I want to stop!" yelled Bakura.

"What's going on in here?" asked Aido walking in to the kitchen. The little seven year old boy had pale skin, with white devil like hair sticking out. He was wearing a green t-shirt with blue jeans and he too was barefooted. His blood red eyes were staring at Bakura, angrily.

"Ryou?" asked Amane concern. Her soft white hair was in pigtails, and her brown doe like eyes were filled with concern. The seven year old girl was wearing a lilac dress and she too like her older brother was wearing no shoes.

Bakura let go of Ryou's arm, as Amane went up to her. Ryou gave a small smile putting a hand around the little girl. Bakura went back to his drink.

"Haven't you had enough?" asked Aido, not pleased with the sight he was seeing in the kitchen.

"It's none of your business, brat." said Bakura.

"It is my business, old man. Did you not have enough to drink at the club that you decided to come drink even more at home?" asked Aido.

"Aido." whispered Amane. He was crossing the boundary line.

"I told you to stay out of it." said Bakura.

"How can we, when you walk in here, tripping all over yourself and yelling at everyone?"

Bakura eyes slanted. "You are asking for it."

Ryou jumped on cue. "Aido and Amane, go wash up for lunch. I will handle this."

"He's right Kura." said Amane, not listening to Ryou. "Drinking is really bad for you. It makes you sick and -"

"Stay out of this!" yelled Bakura. Amane hid behind Ryou's legs in terror. Ryou looked straight at Bakura.

"That's enough Bakura."

"Shut up!"

Aido had enough. "Don't you dare speak to my mom and little sister like that ever again! Do you hear me, old man?!"

SMACK!

Aido clutched his cheek. It was turning bright red and stinging. Bakura was standing there, his hand in the air, after he had struck the poor boy. Everyone was in shock that no one moved; until Ryou came up to Bakura blocking him from Aido and Amane.

Ryou glared at him, with anger and with determination written all over her face.

"Get out." She said dangerously low. Bakura came back into reality. Apparently he was becoming sober again.

"I didn't mean…what I…"

"Get out, Bakura. Now. Or I will make you." She said in a strange voice. Slowly a golden object appeared from underneath her shirt. It was a necklace in a shape of a dream catcher, with five pins attached to it. The Millennium Ring was starting to glow.

Bakura, stunned for a second, went for his shoes, and walked out the door. He didn't even look back to see Ryou kneel to the floor, hugging both Aido and Amane.

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The rain came down even harder, soaking the miserable Yami even more. Once Bakura had left the house, he had gone to the nearest bar, and drank his problems away if only for a while. After a couple of hours later, Bakura returned to the house, to find no one there.

He clutched the note, which was now soggy from the rain, in his hand.

Dear Bakura,

If you have already found this note, then you have realized that we are not here. After you had left, I took the twins to their bedrooms and mine and packed their things along with mine.

I love you, I have always loved you, but what you did to our children, I can't forgive you. Your drinking has gone out of control and has caused damage to our lives, and we have put up with it, until now. This is the final straw.

When you are ready to talk, come find me. We are staying at the Ishtar's house.

The choice is yours, whether you will change or not. Choose well.

Love Ryou

It took all his strength not to tear the note up or rip the house apart. For an hour Bakura did nothing, but think, or at least tried to. He kept contemplating his past actions from the last couple of days to today's episode. He might not be able to put back the pieces.

They won't forgive him.

He couldn't even forgive himself.

After his little pity party, Bakura got himself up and together. He headed out to the Ishtar place, and would be there any minute now. The rain was slowing him down.

He was nervous, knowing what would happen when he approached the premise. Malik would be there, along with his dark Yami, Marik. Both would have the Millennium Rod out and ready for the Shadow Realm. Izizu the most reserved of the siblings would look at him in disgrace. She was a person who hated injustice and wrongfulness in the world. Rishid, the oldest of them, was the calmest of people so it's very hard to make him mad. But once you do, he would tear your legs apart.

Out of all the Ishtar's, Bakura feared Marik the most. He was the craziest of all the Darks, and did not care what he did to anyone or anything. He knew what the Yami could do since he seen Marik in action before. Not only that, Marik knew everything that happened in their past lives in Ancient Egypt.

At least they didn't go to the Pharaoh's house. Thought Bakura relieved. He hated Yami Mutou and the feeling was mutual. They both fought all the time. Him and Marik would team up and battle with Yami to prove themselves, to see who was better. But this time, Marik wasn't going to be on his side.

He looked at the street. Yup he was in the Ishtar's neighborhood, thier house the last one on the left. Bakura trudged forward.

For his impending doom.

The Ishtar house was a decent looking house, two story blue house with a lovely front porch. The front had a couple of orchids (their mother's favorite flower) along with a small garden in the back. He had forgotten how much money Rishid and Izizu made at the museum and with their contacts in Egypt. Both the older siblings worked and were going to College. Living in the caverns of Egypt, they were not allowed to go to school or get that high of an education. Their father, the leader of the Ishtar Clan, made sure of it, after their mother past away. He especially made sure to treat Rishid as a slave and force him to do terrible things. But Izizu and Malik were there to help him. They even helped him with his lessons.

Bakura opened the gate, and walked up the path that led to the front porch of the house. Bakura saw a figure waiting for him.

Marik was waiting for him.

The Egyptian was sitting down on the front steps of the porch. He was wearing a black hoodie with tan pants, and long brown boots. His spiked dirty blond hair stood out everywhere. He was pointy everywhere, including his pentacle earrings. His dark purple eyes bore into Bakura's face, as though wanting him to combust into a million pieces.

His arms were crossed, but that didn't mean he was unarmed. In his right hand, was a small rod, with two discs on the sides of it. In the center of the mallet was the Egyptian Eye.

The Millennium Rod.

Bakura slowed his pace, as he came closer to the other Dark.

"So you finally show up?" said Marik in his deep voice. "It's about time. I really didn't think you could make it tonight, with your hangover and all. They're pretty nasty aren't they?"

"Shut up! You were drinking too, you maggot!" spat Bakura.

"Yeah, I did, but at least I stopped when I got home." stated Marik. "You didn't."

"Shut up!"

"With your hot temper, I can't tell if your sober or drunk." said Marik contemplating. "Wait, when you're drunk, you start hitting people. Like you did to Aido's face!"

Bakura's face changed from angry to shame. He didn't forget that. He still couldn't believe that he even hit his own son. Marik saw the change of expression in his Partner in Crime attitude and face. Marik scooted over to the side, letting Bakura sit next to him.

"Are they here?" asked Bakura, even though he knew the answer.

Marik nodded his head. "They've been here a couple of hours. The twins fell asleep around nine, and an hour ago Ryou was talking to Rishid and Izizu, while Malik and I were plotting ways on how to…punish you."

Bakura shivered. He heard that tone before, and that usually meant trouble was coming. You have to be very careful and alert when that happens.

"Now then, let's get on with it. We already heard Ryou's side, now I want to hear your side of the story. No lying to me, because I will know."

Bakura huffed in defense, but then sighed. "I just had a little too much to drink-"

"A little?! Tomb robber you had like twenty shots at the bar, and even more drinks then I could count!" exclaimed Marik.

"Thank you for that little detour." said Bakura, "Can I continue?"

"Go on."

"So I had a lot to drink, then I started to get mad at Ryou for something that she didn't even do. Then Aido and Amane came in and all three of them were telling me to stop drinking-"

"Which didn't work." added Marik.

"Then I started yelling at them, in which Aido tells me off-"

"Like father, like son." said Marik.

"Do you mind?" questioned Bakura getting very irritated at Marik.

"No." smirked Marik.

"Ryou gets in between us, trying to stop us, and then Amane said that drinking was bad for my health… I screamed at her… my little girl was afraid…hiding behind Ryou…afraid of me…and Aido…Aido…"

Bakura hid his face in his hands and dropped his head to his knees. He couldn't go on and finish the story. He didn't want to say that he hit Aido, and then it would be true and very real. Bakura hit Aido. Bakura smacked his own son, while drunk.

He never hurt his family, never hit them. So okay he would lose his temper with them once in a while, but that was it. Never in his life (living or dead) did he ever lay a hand on them. Now one mishap might have caused him to lose everything.

Bakura felt the hot tears coming down his face, hoping that Marik didn't see them. It was embarrassing that he would show off his weak and vulnerable side to anyone. He had his pride to think about and his reputation to consider. But for the moment, he did not care.

Marik didn't say anything to his albino friend. He had seen Bakura in this state, only a few times in his life; Back in Ancient Egypt when Bakura had lost his family and had moved on to a life of crime.

Come to think of it, thought Marik that was around the time he started drinking heavily, especially after every robbery.

Marik turned to him. He put his hand on Bakura's shoulder. He felt him shaking, knowing he was crying. Marik didn't make any snappy comeback on his part.

"Bakura, when did all this drinking get started?"

Bakura looked at him, his eyes pink from crying, with confusion written on his face.

"About a couple of weeks ago, when I-"

"No, back in Egypt. In our past life."

Bakura looked at him with anger in his eyes.

"Marik, what the Hell does that have to do-"

"Just answer the question baka thief!" yelled Marik.

Bakura turned away from him and looked at the rain. Marik waited a moment for him to answer. He still didn't say anything.

"Did you start drinking when Ryou and the twins died? Right after you attacked the Pharaoh and the whole court-"

"Enough!" growled Bakura. He didn't want to be reminded of his past, especially from Marik, the little annoying psychotic bird.

"I'm just trying to help you! You know damn well, that we will not let Ryou and the twins go back to you, until we figure this out! Do you want to know what happened when they showed up at our house with their bags in each hand? How Ryou told us the story, while trying to stay calm and strong? How Amane was crying, till she fell asleep, and still crying in her sleep? Or how about Aido? I would have never believed it until I took off the bandage from his face. Oh right then and there, me and Malik wanted to skin you alive, cut off your hand along with your foul tongue, and oh so many other things!"

Bakura's eyes grew big. His little Amane cried herself to sleep? His little Aido had a bandage on his cheek? Or his Ryou trying not to have a panic attack?

Oh what had he done?

"Izizu finally said that they could stay here and showed them to one of the guest rooms. Rishid was going to go look for you, but all of us decided we would wait for you. He and Izizu were the ones that were going to talk to you, but I decided it should be me, since I'm the one that knew you the longest. Malik wanted to wait for you too, but not for good intentions. I stopped him Bakura, and took away the Rod from him before he could use it on you. Do you know that I'm going to have to face the consequences for taking this away from him?! I will never hear the end from him! Now I have some faith in you Bakura, but tell me, what is your decision?!" finished Marik.

Bakura heard his speech. He didn't say anything, but just sat there and was doing some hard deep thinking.

"Well?! Do you want to change your ways? If so, then Ryou is upstairs waiting for you. But if your answer is no, then you better get off my front porch and start walking back, because I'm certain as Hell I will do it for you. And trust me you won't like it."

After a few moments of silence, Bakura stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving the rain. He had made up his mind.

Boy I probably just made a few people mad at me. I just left this at a cliffhanger! I wonder what Bakura is going to do? I wonder what everyone is going to do to me! We will have to find out soon!

So what do you think of it? I hope you like it so far, YaiofanRisaMM since you are the one that helped me out. I am still thanking you for the story idea! Yay!

Thank you again!

So please Review and tell me what you think of it. Did I keep everyone in character? If I didn't please let me know and I will fix it when I post the next chapter.

I hope to update soon! Get ready for the finale!

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P.S. Sorry, if I sound to hyper, but I had to much sugar while writing this. I apologize.