Chapter 1

We'll do it all

Everything

On our own

We don't need

Anything

Or anyone

"With the combined might of our four millennium objects, we will destroy the pharaoh once and for all!" The blond Egyptian yelled to the sky while the albino stood at the end of the alley, watching him.

If only it had been so simple.

Bakura watched helplessly as The Winged Dragon of Ra launched it's attack on him and the 'normal' Marik. It's flames neared and he held grasped the astral projections hand, sending chills through his body. Marik didn't seem to notice, too busy cowering as the inferno neared, everything seeming to go in slow motion. His mind was stuck on one thing: the shadow realm. Bakura's mind, however, was more worried about how he could save Marik, not quite caring for his own well- being. He already knew he'd be safe.

As the fire finally hit them, Bakura made a silent promise. That, no matter what, he wouldn't let himself get too attached to Marik.

But, he had already broken that promise.

After Marik regained control over his body, he made a promise also. A promise to turn over a new leaf, but without the help of anyone. He had to correct his wrongs by himself.

But, apparently, a certain Albino doesn't count as someone.

Marik ran through the streets, rain pelting his barely clothed body. Anyone who saw him might have thought he was running from a rapist or someone equally bad; anyone who knew him would known that this was just how Marik dressed. He enjoyed showing skin; for some odd reason, he thought it was funny how people oggled at his midriff which he worked on proudly at least once a day.

He dashed by several cars, whose occupants watched as the boy seemed to run for his life. This statement was kind of true, but not in the literal, "If I don't keep running, someone is going to stab me in the back!" It was more like, "If I don't get there on time, I will get stabbed by a tempermental albino Brit with amazing knife skills." But, these people would never find that out.

Marik sprints around another corner, turning into a nice looking neighborhood, your typical suburban paradise. He dashes by the first few houses before stopping outside one with a cherry red motorcycle parked in the driveway. He runs up the walkway and rips the door open, bumping into a waiting, very pissed off Bakura. The albino is made even angrier by the fact that his housemate just got him soaked.

"Why are you so bloody wet?" He inquired through barred teeth, his British accent thick and menacing.

"It's raining," Marik says, trying very hard to control his temper. OBviously, he is having more success then the whitette before him.

Bakura lets out a low hiss before storming off and up the stairs. Marik hears a loud bang, and gathers himself, trying to ring his hair out. A insistent drip sounds as he tilts his head to the side.

Bakura suddenly reappears before him, bending down and taking the boys sandy blond locks in a towel before gently drying it. A look of affection that is so very uncharacteristic of the spirit sits upon his typically glum face as he stares into the blond's eyes. He caresses the blond's face in his hands when he is done, having dropped the towel. He stared into lavender eyes with brown ones with a crimson tint, wanting so badly to lean in and steal those soft lips. But, he doesn't. He just thinks back to what Marik had once told him.

"I don't need anyone," The blond had whispered.

And the thought of those words made Bakura's scowl force it's way back onto his face before he pushed the blond away. Marik simply fell on his wet butt, staring after the man he loved- albeit, secretly.

A/N- Sorry it is short. the next chapter is A LOT LONGER! So, please review. I should be putting on chapter two a little later.