HELLO!

welcome and thank you for picking my story to read.*waves hand like and idiot*

bakura: stop being a bloody fool and tell them the bad news

fine...

my two other stories are gone! what!? i know. i'm sorry if you were enjoying them and wanted me to finish them. sadly i no longer have the passion to write them. :/ i am however thinking of completely re-writing them as i still love my idea of them! see its not that bad. ill probably get around to doing that when i finish this fic.

so this fic is my new baby and im very excited about it! you should be too. :)

so i hope you enjoy and please feel free to review and talk to me, i reply to all!

anyway... lets begin!

"Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."

― John Green, Looking for Alaska

A Dangerous Notion
Chapter 0ne
See you in Domino!

Ryou sat quietly in science watching a documentary on Apollo eleven. The documentary had explained the differences in the other rockets and why this one worked and the others failed. He quietly took down notes; just in case the class got test about the famous rocket. His eyes flickered around the classroom once the documentary had ended. Joey was asleep with his blonde mop of hair covering most of his face. Tristan was sitting next to him and happily doodling on Joey's unsuspecting arm.

The bell rang, signalling that everyone could leave. This instantly woke Joey up, who was out the door in seconds. Ryou couldn't help, but stiffer a laugh at his blonde friend. Tristan followed soon afterwards. Ryou let out a sigh and pick up his notes and placed them into his backpack. A few moments later, he was out the door and making his way down the corridor to Yugi's math class. The abnormally short boy was walking out with a boy much taller than him. The two had identical features: same tri-pointed multi-coloured hair, purple eyes. The smaller boy's features were softer and kind, while the taller boy's were more defined. Ryou picked up his pace and headed towards them.

"Oh, hello Ryou, didn't see you there. How was science?" Yugi's chipper voice would always bring a smile to the white haired boy's face. There was something about the boy's innocence that created a sense of happiness in the atmosphere.

"It was fine, what about maths?"

The pharaoh let out groan of annoyance at the mention of maths. To him maths was the devil in disguise that needed to be destroyed. Every time the pharaoh had to walk into the horrid maths classroom his mood would damply drop. He disliked the female teacher that would always 'encourage' him to try again. He shuddered at the thought of having to do maths for the rest of his life.

"Horrible and quite frankly useless. There's no point in me learning about triangles! How is trigonometry ever going to help me? It's all pointless and rather stupid what they teach in this era." Yami ranted to the unsuspecting Ryou, stopping Yugi from being able to answer.

Yugi let out a giggle to his Yami's response. He was fully aware of his hatred toward maths, it didn't matter if it was trigonometry of simple addition: his Yami hated it. Maths was high up there in things-Yami-hated-with-a-passion box. It had a special place right next to the tomb robber. Yami preferred English and history, anything that didn't contain having to find: X.

"Oh, hush. It wasn't that bad." Yugi replied as Tristan and Joey jointed the group as they exited out the back entrance of the school.

The five males walked across the school oval towards Yugi's grandpa's game shop. The group fell into silence as they made their way past a bakery, at which Joey insisted they stop at. After ten minutes of everyone deciding what they wanted to purchase: Joey came out with a potato topped pie, Tristan got a custard and chocolate slice, Yugi left with a bag of cookies that he and Yami shared and Ryou got a small vanilla cupcake with lemon icing- his favourite. The group ate their goods as they walked past Kaiba Corp. Joey muttered to himself about Kaiba being a no good money bags that needed a good smack to the head. Everyone laughed at this while telling Joey he wasn't worth hitting. A few short minutes later they arrived at the game shop.

"Ryou do you want to come in and hang out for a bit?" Yugi asked Ryou just as he was about to open the game shop door.

Everyone turned and awaited his answer. It was pointless though, everyone knew that Ryou would politely decline and say 'he had things to do' when in reality he didn't. It been like this for the past three months and a half and everyone knew that it was because of his Yami. As of late Ryou had slowly become less involved in the groups after schools activities.

"Sorry Yugi I've got things to do tonight, maybe another day." Ryou lied, while plastering on a small smile.

"Are you sure? Téa's going to call us from America and tell us how her dance scholarship is going."

He did want to stay and hang out with the group, something he hadn't done in a long time, but there was a Bakura. And this Bakura had been abnormally quiet as of late speaking even less than he normally did. All Ryou ever saw Bakura doing was sitting at a park bench just outside of his apartment building. Ryou had watched the thief sit on the same bench without moving for hours a day on end.

"Ryou," the pharaoh started quietly as if he was undecided on if he should speak or not. He choose to in the end. "Has the thief... I, uh mean, Bakura. Has Bakura been giving you a hard time as of late?"

None of the four boys had been able to work out why Ryou had let the tomb robber stay with him after the Yami's got their own bodies. It was a mystery they'd tried to work out on multiple occasions, yet every time they came out empty handed. Why would Ryou let a crazy deranged man live with him? Especially after he'd tried to send his friends to the shadow realm on multiple occasions and let's not forget his unexplained hatred towards the pharaoh. Yep, it was a mystery to them alright. It was even a mystery to the white haired boy that was allowing the thief to sleep in his house, eat his food and trash his stuff.

All he could hear was the continues drowning of horns blaring, people chatting not so quietly among themselves, multiple dogs barking back and forth between each other and to put the icing on the cake: Malik and Marik were back in Domino city. This was something Bakura wasn't overly frilled about. In fact, he'd have rather shoved his head into a pot of cobras, something he'd felt was necessary to remind his Hikari every day.

Bakura flipped the post card back in forward in his hands. His Hikari's address was cleanly printed on the post card. The front picture on the postcard was the great pyramid of Giza and Bakura couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. The message was small and straight to the point:

Bakura,

See you in Domino soon.

Marik and Malik.

The concept of having to put up with Marik again made Bakura shake with displeasure. The young Egyptian boy's strong character that was hard from anyone to handle, especially Bakura. The rather usually pale man had already dealt with Marik before and wasn't too interested to repeat the process. Nor was he ecstatic to see his Yami: Malik.

Malik and Bakura shared a very delicate history. Their past Egyptian lives had crossed each other on multiple occasions, something that Bakura didn't want the pharaoh to know of. Something he didn't want any of the sing-song-happy group to know of. It was the past, the past that he wanted to stay hidden in the sands of time. With Malik returning to town, Bakura was worried his secret could get dug up from the ground...

He just needed to find Malik first. Find Malik and Marik and decipher why they were coming back into town. It had been a good seven months since he'd heard from the two. Battle city had been long over and the pharaoh had retrieve his ever so precious memories back. The ceremonial duel had been interrupted or disturbed as his Hikari had tried to explain to him once. The young boy knew very little about shadow magic and hadn't been able to properly understand what happened, so trying to explain to Bakura hadn't been the easiest task.

Bakura sat in the park in his normal black trench coat regardless of the blazing sun's heat. He watch every aspect around him with delicate care, never wanting to ever be off his game or unprepared. Not that there were any really threats around, aside from perhaps, the girl and her friend looking at him. They had been pointing and giggly at him for the last twenty minutes. Something that only increased the tomb robber's annoyances toward the day. With a rather large grumbled he lifted himself of the park bench to return to the Hikari apartment.

The not-so young thief walked past the two girls and gave them his signature glare as he exited the park. He liked to be home before his Hikari returned from school. He didn't like the idea of entering the apartment to find Ryou and his friends sitting in his house. It had been something that had occurred before and Bakura hadn't liked it one bit. So he came to the conclusion that if he was home before Ryou then he could stop them before he even entered his house. Still Irritated with the prospect of the Egyptian duo arriving; Bakura picked up his pace.

Ryou arrived home a few minutes later after he made his departure from the game shop. Nothing from the apartment seemed to be out of place yet he wasn't able to locate the thief. Finding this rather odd as the thief was always present when Ryou arrived home from school. Ryou took his investigation into the kitchen and found what he was looking for: shattered cutlery.

It doesn't take long for a person to pick up on someone's behaviours and be able know how they might reacted to a situation. Nor was it any different from being able to tell what mood someone may be in from the little movements they make. When you get right down to it; it's very easy to read people; you just have to be observant. And observant little Ryou was. The young man had become rather accustomed to his Yami's antics and mood swings. Granted, he was never able to tell what set him off or why he had a strong dislike of fire. It was just one of the many things Ryou began to notice about the 5000 year old spirit after living with him for seven months and during those seven months, Ryou had learnt that Bakura liked to smash cutlery when he was frustrated, angry or confused. With a small sigh, Ryou began to carefully pick up the broken cutlery pieces hoping that if the evidence of Bakura's bad mood was gone, then maybe it would be gone when he arrived home. Sadly for poor Ryou it wasn't.

Bakura shoved open the grey door and interred into small apartment. As normal his Hikari had papers sprawled out across every inch of the table. It was a sight that the spirit had become accustomed to seeing, yet he was still never able to grasp the concept. The small things that Bakura had noticed about his Hikari when bothered to pay attention were: he cleaned when he was stressed out, he hated confrontation and he always studied every chance he got. It was a rather sad sight in Bakura's eye, but who was he to judge?

"Your home I see." Ryou stated only raising his head slightly to look at the thief.

"And you, my dear Hikari are learning useless information. Though, stating the obvious is one of my favourite pass times with you, I think I might have to pass this opportunity." Bakura voice echoed passed Ryou as the thief walked by him to get to his room. Ryou wasn't having it though.

"Why did you smash the cutlery again Bakura? Did you have that dream again or is it something else wrong?"

At his Hikari's mention of 'the dream' Bakura became completely stiff. He'd never meant to allow his Hikari to know of the dream that plagued him in his sleep, but one night it was worse. The dream was worse than it had ever been before causing him to let his walls down. With the mind block down, Ryou was able to see the dream as well, due to the emotions of it being so strong. The next morning Ryou tried to speck to Bakura about it, but fell short as the thief gave him a glare to signal his silence.

"Hikari," Bakura tone had become dark, "I'd stop with the twenty questions is I were you." With that Bakura left the room to escape to his, but not before knocking his Hikari off the chair and giving him a glare.

/and never speck about the dream if you wish to keep breathing/ Bakura spoke throughout the mind link as he turned to walk away leaving Ryou on the floor.

Small, but rather loud snores filled the air of the small confined space. Rows upon rows of people were settled into their chair with their heads tilled to the side and a tiny gap between their lips; asleep. Maybe 1/8 of the cluster of people were actually still awake and waiting to reach japan. One of those people happened to be Malik. The not-so young Egyptian male sat in his window seat silently pleading for the plane to speed up or change it course and return to Egypt. He couldn't decide which would be better. His arm rested peacefully on the arm hold while his hand supported his head, he glanced at the clouds outside of the window.

Next to Malik was another sleeping passenger: Marik. There was no way that Marik was going to allow Malik to leave him alone as he'd become rather depend and reliant on the said Yami- not that he'd ever be caught admitting it.

When Battle city ended there was no need for Marik to stay in Japan. His 'plan' had taken a different turn of events and backfired, this leaving Marik with no clue as to what he should do with his life. So he did the only logical thing he could think of at that time: return to Egypt, so he did. Two days later Marik was back onto his ship that brought him across to Japan's waters and returning to Egypt. If only Marik had realised then that he had nothing in Egypt to return too. The teenage boy had no home to go back to and when the tragic fact hit Marik; he broke down. The platinum blonde broke down into a mess not even the best of cleaners would be able to clean, that was when Malik stumbled upon his Hikari.

"Attention please," a women's voice drawled out over the speaker, "attention, we will be landing in few moments. Please place your trays and chair in the upright posting and fasten your seat belts. Thank you"

The small collective groans from multiple passengers irritated from being awoken from their deeply need slumber rang in Marik's ear. He tried desperately to ignore everyone's displeased voices and return to the sweet slumber of sleep. Unfortunately his plan failed when one of the flight attended poked Marik in an attempt to waken him. All of this was unacknowledged by Malik as his eyes scanned the clouds outside the window and his mind went back to ancient Egypt

Marik shortly figured out that his attempts of returning to the world of slumber would be futile. The flight attended continued to nudge and poke him, Marik gave the lady a glare as he slowly rubbed the sleep from his drowsy eyes.

"Sorry sir, but we need you to put your seatbelt back on and return the chair into the up sight position." Her honey coated voice dripped in sweetens as she apologise to Marik.

Confused as to who 'we' were, Marik did as he was told. The teenage boy had a rather irrational fear of flying and wasn't going to take any unnecessary chances. His hand clapped around the belt as he tightens to his abdominal. The lady walked away from Marik and he couldn't help but notice the blue strands of hair escaping that were hidden under her black bun. Nor could he stop himself from staring at her ass.

After Marik finished molesting the flight attended with his lavender eyes he drew his attention to Malik. The Yami that had decided a week ago that he was returning to Japan or to be exact: Domino city. The Yami hadn't forced his Hikari to accompany him on his trip, but Marik choose to regardless.

"So, are you going to tell me why I've been sitting in this awful chair for a thousand hours?"

The sound of Marik voice had only just tickled Malik's ear and with great discomfort he turned to his Hikari. There were three things that you will need to know about Marik Ishtar: one, his ability to stare at himself in the mirror should hold a world record; two, his curiosity and need to know everything is worse than a five year old and three, the boy can moan for hours on end until he gets his own way. Knowing all three of these things Malik reluctantly answered.

Four males were squished into Yugi's tiny room. Yami was seated on Yugi's bed with his leg crossed over the other, Yugi was seated next to him with his legs pulled up to his chest and Joey and Tristan were taking turns for who got to sit at Yugi's desk chair; Tristan was cruelty holding the position. All the three of the boys were listening with great interest as the pharaoh told them of when he first learnt 'duel monster' or back in his day, how he summoned his Ka. That was until his puzzle start to bring forth a ravishing glow and as quickly as it came, it was gone.

Joey instantly jumped up with fright and tried to mask it off as nothing. The boys wobbling legs and shaking fingertips betrayed him though and as he tried to convince Tristan that he hadn't been scared, nobody took notice of Yugi trying to pry for the pharaoh what had just occurred.

The strange sensation that had run through the pharaoh's body was not familiar, nor was it foreign. A sharp jolt had erupted on his chest were the millennium puzzle rested. The jolt was something he'd felt once before, but for the life of him he couldn't place it. The puzzle had glowed many times before. Manly when he and Yugi had shared a body and they were switching for who had main control. That feeling he and everyone around him was use too. Yet, this, this not only shocked him, but let off an energy that everyone felt, this energy hung loosely in the air taunting the pharaoh to work out its nature. The pharaoh couldn't help, but smile at joey's miserable attempt to hide the fact he'd been scared. Nor could he ignore the fact that Joey was right to be scared.

"What was that?" Yugi's small mumble had drawn everyone's attention back to the golden puzzle.

"Uh, nothing," Yami's voice quietly responded.

"Didn't seem like nothing man, what'd it mean?" Joey questioned not ready to let go of the topic. He knew something strange had happened, he just didn't know what.

"Honestly Joey, it was nothing. The millennium puzzle is just... just reacting to its surrounding." The feeble excuse had caught Tristan's attention.

"Reacting to what?"

Everyone turned to look at Tristan and his crack expression. He was right as far as everyone else was concerned. What was it reacting too? Were they in danger? What would happen now? These thoughts shrouded Yugi's, Joey's and Tristan's minds.

Were they no longer safe?

Yami read everyone's facial expression in the small bedroom. He'd become rather good at the art of keeping a black face, yet reading every tiny detail someone else face had to offer. It all just came with the tittle of being king of games. In fact he himself thought that'd mastered the task, but he was sadly mistaken when Yugi's voice popped into his own.

/I can tell something is wrong. Why did the puzzle just randomly glow? It never does that! /

/everything is fine, /

"There is nothing to worry about, everything is going to be okay."

As the small lies fell out of his lips, he couldn't help but feel he'd just welcomed in the dark presences. He knew that the "glow' was not normal, but he felt that worrying the others would accomplish nothing. The small words scrambled back into his mind: everything is going to be okay.

It wasn't going to be okay.

The night had been silently sitting in the sky where very few stars could truly be admired. The large city of Domino's lights prevented most of the stars being allowed to shine in the night. There were always cars speeding along at night, drunken girls giggles and shouts that could be heard from apartments for the unfortunate souls that lived in the main city area, the thumping of the bass from night clubs travelled along the streets and into the buildings. It was all of these things that made Bakura grateful that his Hikari did not live in the main centre of Domino.

The old spirit breathed in the atmosphere around him as he lit his cigarette. His Hikari had told him on more than one occasion that he couldn't smoke in his bedroom. Of course though, Bakura dismissed the whole conversation, not really caring about what the 'land lord' would think. All that matter was the smoke filling up his lungs as he sucked on the death trap. The death trap that had become his closest companion since receiving his own body. The smoke that would surround him every night before he attempted to go to sleep was his sanity. The thief had grown needy of the small concoction, he required the smell to calm him before the dreaded sleep.

Breathing in the very last remains of his smoke, Bakura ditched the bud out the window leaving it open while he took his grey jeans off and chucked them into a ball on the floor. He watched as it landed against the wall having no effect what so ever and the thief couldn't help but chuckle. Once the cold breeze became too much for him to handle in is blue boxer short, Bakura strolled towards the window and checked repetitively if someone could possibly be waiting to jump through the 7 story window. When Bakura was finally satisfied that no one was there, he closed the window and locked the homemade lock he'd created on the window. After he was sure that window was secure he went around the house to make sure every other window was in the same condition. This had become a routine that Bakura completed every night before his head even considered going to sleep. It was all a routine that Ryou had begun to watch every night in the shadows.

Once the house was secure up to Bakura's standards, he retreated back to his room. The room was nothing special, I contained the essential and that was all. A double bed, a little wooden bed side table that had a lamp on top and wooden dresser that contain the small amount of clothing that the thief owned. His bedding had silk white sheet followed by a blue blanket on top.

The thief took a few dreaded steps towards his bed and gently tugged the silk sheets down. Grateful that his Hikari had washed his sheets, the thief reluctantly got into the bed. He felt every inch of his body go rigid as he tried to close his tired eyes. Just as his second attempt of sleeping failed Bakura felt an unwelcome presences befall his room, he looked down just in time to see his millennium ring glowing and the five spikes spinning in circles trying to pinpoint a location.

He knew something was coming his way, the question he didn't know the answered to was what.

The two Egyptian males entered the 5 start hotel room (customary of the millennium rod) taking in the site in front of them. The room was much like an apartment: two bedroom that contain a bathroom, a large lounge with flat screen TV. The males didn't step foot into the kitchen.

"So if we're here to see the grumpy spirit; why are we here?" Marik's questioning voice asked.

Before Malik even had an opportunity to respond or more likely to ignore, he felt a shock throughout his whole body. Starting from his lower back were the rod was kept, it made it was up through his spin attacking every limb on the way up. He felt that is was more than a shock to his body. He looked down towards were his rod was clumped between his cargo pants and saw a glow beginning to fade.

so what do you think? i have some interesting thing going on right? why does bakura hate fire or this 'Dream' what is malik up to? what the hell is all this glowing about?so many questions...

Malik: they don't care.

shut up! yes they do.

Marik: sure...

uh, please review and prove them wrong. :)

love ya's