"I should have seen it when my hope was new
My heart is black and my body is blue"

Ryou PoV

"Malik…Malik are you there?" I said in a hushed tone while poking my head through the Ishtar's front door. There was, seemingly, no one home.

I moved the rest of my body inside, since the people on the street were giving me weird looks and probably becoming suspicious as to why there was a white haired boy standing halfway into their house, whispering.

I took my shoes off, even though their carpet was a dark brown and dirt would have most likely gone unnoticed; I guess it is just my nature. I ventured up the stairs and down the hallway to his room.

"Malik?" I whispered at his door. There was no answer. Again, I whispered his name to the door. Silence answered me back and as I started to turn, a pale hand grasped my shoulder firmly, causing me to grimace and turn around, my eyes wide and bemused.

I was facing none other than the fiendish devil himself; my yami.

"Why the hell are you whispering Ryou?…dumb ass." He said in a tone that a mother might say should "not be used inside". "Besides, they're out" he said to me, blatant smirk on his face.

Bakura then began to raid the fridge, despite my desperate attempts to make him stop. I must have upset him, because in a mater of seconds he had shoved me aggressively into the wall on the opposite side of the hallway and approached me at a rapid pace, holding onto that creepy grin of his.

He pushed my body harder up against the wall with his own, pinning my arms above my head. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as the door to the house opened once again.

Malik and Marik came in, seeing my awkward position…silently telling them something I did not want to be revealed.

I slid out from Bakura's grip, ahemed, and pretended to brush the invisible dirt off of my sleeves. Laughter from Marik erupted and seemingly echoed throughout the room and made my face glow brightly as I stood in uncomfortable silence.

"So Bakura, how often do you make it a habit of seducing your other half in my house?" Marik said. My face grew surprisingly hotter, and butterflies formed in my stomach.

"Why exactly are you here Ryou?" Malik asked me "let's go somewhere else to talk, I can't hear over Marik's obnoxious voice."

Shyly, but no where near hesitantly, I turned and darted out the front door after Malik, pulling it shut behind me. The setting sun's light graced my senses and cast strange shadows around my body as I struggled to keep up with the fast paced boy.

End part one.

(So that was short. Lol, sorry. There will be more of this if you want, after all, my family and I are taking a 6 hour driving trip tomorrow… plenty of time to write this.. or perhaps start yet ANOTHER new story. Thanks! Uhm the quote is from the "Cardigans" song "losing my favorite game" yep, and that's all. )