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Stalker's notes: I know. I know. I just got this sudden idea and I wanted to do it! If I get a good enough feedback from it; I am sure enough will make this a priority. But, as you could probably see, I am deleted three stories. Yeah, they aren't PERMENTLY deleted. Just removed for the time being and until I can get some inspiration to continue it. (I know. Bye Bye reviews. T^T)

So, if you understand, thank you! If not; ah. Well. On with the story!

Theme song for this story: Trust Me by Yuya Matsushita (Listen to it! link in profile)

Summary:It's one thing when you break up and divorce your wife. It's another when your ex-wife's brother falls in love with you. It's even worse when you start to return those feelings.

Pairings: BakuraxKisara, BakuraxRyou, YamixYugi, SetoxJou, MarikxMalik, and some more.

Chapter 1

What?

I really wanna be with you
I really wanna, really wanna be with you
Cos you my love, you my shine, you my dear,

so trust me, trust me, trust me, yeah

Now, it took a lot to surprise Sato Bakura. Really, it did. So when his ex-wife's baby brother (whom he hadn't seen since the divorce) showed up on his door step holding onto a medium sized duffel bag crying, it surprised the hell out of him.

"Ryou? What-" Bakura words were forgotten when the smaller ran into his arms and embraced him tightly.

"Bakura! I finally found you!"

The thirty-one year old man couldn't do nothing but stare at the mass of white that was now attached to his waist.

Bakura's dark brown eyes scanned his driveway and found no other car than his own. He then looked to his walk way and it was empty as well. How in the hell did Ryou get here?

"Ryou," Bakura sighed and pulled at the younger man, growling when the latter only tightened his grip. "Come on now, let go!"

"No!" Ryou yelled. "I am not leaving you! Not after searching for you this long!"

But that still didn't stop Bakura from trying to pry Ryou off his waist. God, was this kid a leech in another life?

After a few more tries, Bakura gave up and growled. "Damn it kid. Get in the house."

Slowly, Ryou looked up and smiled up at the older man. "Thank you!"

What am I getting myself into? Bakura thought as he stared at the sleeping form of his former brother-in-law on his living room couch. It had been over two hours since he had let Ryou inside his house and was still trying to figure out why the little runt was here in the first place.

Bakura sighed and sat besides the sleeping boy. It had been over two years he had seen the high school student and his ex-wife for the matter. Sighing, Bakura ran his fingers through his spiky white hair and reached out for the semi-empty carton of cigarettes on his coffee table before pulling one out by his teeth. Slowly, Bakura then reached for the Ryou's cellphone that was placed near his duffel bag besides the couch and scanned the address book before finding the name that he needed.

'Miyagi, Kisara'

"So she went back to her surname." Bakura muttered to himself. "Figures."

Before he could even press the 'Call' button on the cute little phone. Bakura paused when the somewhat unwanted memory of how he had met his ex-wife and Ryou. It was around spring a few years ago when he had agreed to go on a vacation with his family. His mother had a friend in Asakusa and she had finally convinced his mother to visit during the hanami festival. She had promised it would be something he would remember and she was right.

(Flash Back)

Asakusa had to be one of the most traditional areas in Tokyo, Japan and was the most beautiful during the hanami season when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Tourists from all over visited the city to celebrate the festival and Sato Bakura's family was no different. Even though Bakura was twenty-nine years old; he still found sometime to spend with his immediate family including his mother, father and his ass of a big brother.

Dark brown eyes scanned the area of the tourist with disinterest before turning his attention back to his mother who was gossiping about the house that they were going to stay at during the festival.

"I can't wait to see their house," Bakura's mother gushed. "I am pretty sure it's beautiful and traditional like everything else here. Oh! Shizun dear, did you remember to grab the camera from my dresser?"

"Yes, Hitomi," Shizun said while rolling his eyes.

Bakura only chuckled before turning his attention to his brother-Touzoku who was snoring like there was no tomorrow as he leaned onto the car window. Both he and Touzoku looked alike even though they weren't even twins. But the major difference between them was the scar running from Touzoku's left eye to his cheek. He had gotten the scar from a knife fight with some thugs during his high school years. Hitomi had cried for three days while Shizun had told his son that it added character and Touzoku had been an ass since that day.

"We're here!" Hitomi yelled to her sons before turning her attention to the large house before her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Hitomi gushed as she stepped out her husband's black Lexus truck. Her large amber eyes seemed to glisten in the setting sunlight.

"It looks like this house deserves to be in the feudal era; I am surprised I don't see some horses around here." Bakura muttered before slipping out of the truck; his brother following.

"Oh hush," Hitomi said while slapping her younger son over the head. "You just can't appreciate our culture."

"Maybe because our culture is mixed mother?" Touzoku said before shifting his bag over his shoulder. "Now, can we please go inside? It isn't exactly summer here."

"Of course, Of course."

Bakura studied the scenery around the house as he and his family walked up the large walkway. The house was covered with fallen blossoms while the tree branches around the old house were bare. All of the windows of the house were large and somewhat covered one side of the house. Stones designed the walk way along with small statues of foxes and other animals and a small man made stream ran from the front to the back and what it ran into Bakura couldn't tell.

Bakura had to agree with his mother. It was nice. Much better than his two flat home that he owned back in Domino.

"Ah! Hitomi, you're finally here!"

Bakura was broken from his thoughts when he heard the new voice and turned just in time to see his mother being embraced by a woman with long black hair and obsidian colored eyes.

"Hiyaso!" Hitomi cooed before embracing the woman tightly. "I am so glad that we were able to make it. How is your family."

"They are doing well! Now, come inside before you catch a cold!"

Hitomi nodded before being lead inside the house, leaving the men to gather all of the luggage.

"Some vacation this is turning out to be." Touzoku muttered.

"Shut up and grab your mother's things."

(Four Hours Later...)

After being showed to his room and eating a large welcoming supper, Hiyaso had told Bakura and Touzoku about the large hot springs that rested in her large open back yard. Of course, Bakura and his brother didn't waste no time jumping in the relaxing water. Both brothers rested against the large rocks of the hot spring and let the water work away at any tense muscles that they had.

"Ah," Bakura sighed before tying up his spiky white hair. "Now this is starting to feel like a vacation."

"I know what you mean little brother," Touzoku said with a small smile. "I thought mother and Hiyaso was never going to shut up about this house." the scarred man then frowned before tilting his head up to the night sky. "Although, I could've sworn that mother told me that Hiyaso had children."

Bakura raised a brow. "Children? Why do you care about little kids?"

"I didn't mean 'little kids' you retarded fuck. I mean she had kids in general. Two daughters I think. I think they are still in high school or some shit."

Bakura sat in the water and watched as Touzoku's small grin turned into a full perverted grin and even heard a snicker.

"God Touzo." Bakura said while snorting. "Your seriously fucked up in the head. They are our host's daughters for Ra's sake. That doesn't give you the right to try and fuck them."

"I didn't say anything about fucking them!"

Bakura only closed his eyes. "Sure you didn't."

Both brothers chose to leave the conversation at that and turned their attention back to the hot springs. But after a couple of minutes later, Bakura and Touzuku's brow's twitched when they heard hushed whispers coming from the other side of the hot spring. A large wooden fence blocked their view from what was actually happening but they knew female voices when they heard them. It didn't sound like their mother's, nor did it sound like their host either.

It had to be...

"The daughters..." Touzoku whispered.

Bakura only rolled his eyes but tried to hear the hushed conversation as well.

"Ah, Kisara; that hurts!"

"Oh hush. Now, let me finish your hair before it gets too late! Your hair is like a rat's nest. I don't see why I do this anyway."

"It's because you love-ah!"

"Now, let me finish."

Touzoku strained his ear to hear anything else but it was silent. Giving up, he sat back down in the water, muttering about not hearing anything exciting.

(Next Morning)

"Ah, Good morning my dears!" Hisyaso said with a smile as Bakura and Touzoku entered the kitchen, both of them looking like death.

"Did you sleep well?"

Touzoku's response was his face slamming onto the black marble island while Bakura waved his hand. "It would have been better if those insects and frogs didn't keep us up all night."

"Oh yes," Hisyaso said with a sheepish laugh. "They do get quite loud out here. I should've told you that before you went to bed."

Touzoku let out a small whine.

"Now, what do you want for breakfast?" Hiyaso asked. "I am pretty sure that you must be hungry."

"Anything would fine."

"Right. Now, would one of you please do me a favor by-"

"Mother!"

Both Bakura and Touzoku perked at the loud feminine voice.

In the matter of seconds, a woman with long white hair entered the room dressed in nothing but a simple white shirt and shorts. Her blue eyes were large and seemed to crackle with anger as she looked at the dark haired woman. Her pale skin was similar to Bakura's and Touzoku but wasn't blemished with small scars like the brothers.

The elder brother felt like drooling.

"I heard the news." She stated simply, not even bothering to acknowledge the men that sat at the table.

"O-oh." Hiyaso said with a nervous laugh and cast a glance at the two at the island before turning to her daughter. "Did your father tell you already?"

"Yes, they told me." She hissed. "Is that the only reason why they are here? How long was this planned! I want to know!" she cried before turning to the men at the table.

"Which one are you is Bakura?"

Touzoku slowly began to raise his hand only to have it knocked down by Hiyaso.

"This is Bakura dear;" the raven haired woman said while pointing her wooden spoon at the younger man. "This is the one you are meant to marry."

"What?"

The whole vacation was a set-up on both Hitomi and Hiyaso's part. Both of the mother's had planned to marry of their children for sometime now and they had figured that during the vacation was a great time to do it. Touzoku had found it hilarious that his mother had set up his little brother like that but was angry that Bakura was able to marry a beauty like Kisara.

Of course, Bakura didn't like the idea of being married to a woman that he barely knew and didn't care what being married to a Miyagi would do for his family. The wedding was then put off for as long as he and Kisara could hold it and used various excuses. So, it was finally agreed that they wedding would be postponed so that the two could get to know each other. When it They seemed to got along well, they were married. (Which was only four months later)

It was awkward between the couple for the first few weeks but they fell into a comfortable ritual. They would both go to work in the morning, come home in the evening and do some kind of 'husband and wife' activity before going to bed where sometimes those activities continued.

During family get together's, they both made sure be as affectionate as they could to get their family's questioning glances off of them. Soon, a year had passed and again Bakura was at his wife's family home, celebrating the hanami festival only with his wife's side of the family this time and that's when he met Kisara's brother face to face.

Bakura remembered it well.

(Flash Back...Again)

It was around ten at night when the Miyagi family had decided to retire for the night. Kisara had went to bed early as well. Taking advantage of this time, Bakura had decided to enjoy the hot springs and the silence of the house before retiring for the night as well. Once he gathered his things, Bakura finally made it to the changing room attached to the springs before entering, only to be greeted with soft humming.

At first guess, Bakura would have thought he had entered the female side of the spring but he soon realized that wasn't possible since of the things he saw in the changing room. His dark brown eyes squinted as he tried to make out of the figure that rested on the smooth rocks of the spring. Who ever it was, their hair was white(like most of Kisara's family) and it touched the middle of their back. Again, Bakura wondered if he was in the right area since the one humming body was shaped like a female; lithe and with curves and with unblemished skin.

Bakura stood quietly in the background and watched as the unknown bather's back arched as water was poured down and how white strands of hair stuck to the pale body. Another minute went past before Bakura was snapped from his thoughts and that voice in the back of his mind told him that he wasn't able to ogle another woman's body. He was married now. It didn't matter if he liked it or not.

With that in mind, Bakura then made himself known by clearing his throat as loud he could before watching the other jump before turning in his direction. The perverted sense in Bakura's mind was hoping to catch a glance at the unknown woman's body but it came to a crashing halt when the other turned.

That wasn't a female.

"Oh!" the young man cried before sliding into the water, his face a bright red. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that some people were still up."

"Eh, it's alright." Bakura muttered, his brain doing a totally 360.

What man had a freaking body and voice like that? Who in the hell was this kid?

Bakura slipped into the water and moved as far away from the other before closing his eyes. He didn't want to think too much about it. Now all he wanted to do was relax a little bit before going to bed. Yep. Simple enough to do.

"Your Bakura, aren't you?"

Damn it.

"Yeah," Bakura replied without opening his eyes. "Who want's to know?"

There was a shift in the water. "Well, I am Miyagi Ryou; Kisara's little brother."

That caught Bakura's attention. Quickly, Bakura opened his eyes just in time to see Ryou sitting beside him with a smile on his face. "Your the one who married my sister. I can see why they chose you instead of Touzoku-san."

Bakura's left brow twitched. Did he feel something run up his leg?

"Pleased to meet you, Bakura-kun." Ryou whispered.

That did it. Never in his life had Bakura moved so fast. The white haired man grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself before even fulling getting out of the spring. Leaving everything else there, Bakura entered the changing room and closed the door behind him, leaving his brother-in-law in the warm water pouting.

Kisara was thrown from her slumber when she heard the guestroom door open and close, only to see her husband leaning against it, soaking wet and with a pair of pajama pants twisted from the hasty movement when Bakura tried to put them on.

"Bakura?" Kisara called tiredly. "What happened?"

"Nothing!" Bakura said quickly and climbed to the bed, ignoring the others cry when the sheets began to get damn from his still wet hair. "Now, let's go to bed. I'm tired."

Kisara could only stare at him in confusion.

The next morning, Bakura was happy to find out that he and Kisara were going home since the festival was over. As he gathered their things; Hiyaso had called her daughter away saying that it was urgent to speak with her before they left. Thinking nothing of it, Bakura continued to get ready. But again, something had to stop him. Or more like someone.

"Knock, Knock."

A shiver went up Bakura's back before dropping the bag he had in his hands to the floor. Turning to door, Bakura could feel his brown eyes widen when he saw his brother-in-law standing there with a genuine smile on his face. Of course, Bakura felt a bit better now seeing that his wife's brother was now clothed but that ghost of a whisper that was blown into his ear made him blush.

"What do you want?" Bakura asked with a forced grunt before turning back to his work.

"I wanted to say good-bye," Ryou said, not moving from his place at the door.

"Great. Good-bye. Now, is there something else you want?" Bakura asked, his back still turned to the younger male. He hoped that his little 'tough act' was warding the other way because inside, Bakura was panicking. A small mantra of 'go the fuck away' was blaring loudly in his mind.

He then paused in his actions when he heard a small laugh before crying out when a sudden force was applied to his back.

"Ugh!" Bakura cried, once again dropping everything in his hands. "W-what are you doing?"

"I told you." Bakura heard Ryou say. "I want to say good-bye."

The older man's face turned red, and his breathing was turning shallow as he felt small hands run down his sweater that he wore.

"Doesn't that feel good, Bakura-kun?" Ryou whispered.

"Get-"

"Bakura!"

'YES!' Bakura cried out mentally when he heard Kisara's voice and when he felt Ryou jump away from him. He then quickly turned to Ryou who only folded his hands behind his back and turned to the door where his sister had just walked in.

"Bakura! Bakura I have great news!" she said with a laugh.

Bakura rose a brow as Kisara held onto him and began jumping up and down. "W-wha? What is it?"

"My little brother is staying with us during his first semester of school!"

Bakura's inner self died.

"Isn't that great?"

Bakura was not in a good mood once he had made it back home. While Kisara brushed it off with exhaustion from the trip, the white haired woman showed her brother around the house, and to his room which was going to be her husband's study. Until everything was ordered for the newly named bedroom, Kisara had decided that her little brother would use the guest room for the time being.

"Thank you again for letting me stay here, Kisara." Ryou said once he was settled into the guestroom. "I know this might be a burden on you guys but-"

"Nonsense!" Kisara yelled, hitting her brother on the head. "Your family. Bakura and I don't mind at all."

"Alright," Ryou said with a smile. "Where is Bakura anyway?"

"Oh," Kisara paused in her cleaning before looking up thoughtfully. "I think he went to go see his brother or something like that. I am sure he is going to be back shortly."

Ryou only smiled. "Alright then."

"I am telling you Touzoku," Bakura said as he sat on his brother's couch. "He came onto me, and started to rub on me like a— like a..."

"Slut?" the elder brother offered.

"Shut up." Bakura hissed.

Touzoku only chuckled before downing the rest of his fruit drink before sighing. "Your just hallucinating. There is not a chance in hell that your wife's baby brother came onto you. Your just stressed that's all and I know you like to exaggerate stuff."

"But I am not exaggerating!" Bakura yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "The little fuck is messed up in the head! I swear he is!"

"Exaggerating." Touzoku hummed.

"Some kind of brother you are." Bakura hissed.

"I know. I'm awesome. Now, listen up here little brother. There is no way in hell that your brother-in-law came onto you. I mean, why would he do that anyway? He's just fucking with you and don't think too much about it. He will leave you alone. Promise."

"Whatever." Bakura muttered.

After a couple more drinks with his brother, Bakura had decided to go home and took every detour he could find. Somewhere in his head, he belittle himself of being scared of a child. Now with that in his mind; Bakura made his way home and was welcomed with darkness. Sighing softly, Bakura pulled off his shoes and made his way into his bedroom that he shared with Kisara. Once inside, he couldn't help but smile as he stared at the woman that laid on his side before undressing and climbing in after her.

"Ugm, Bakura?" Kisara whispered, barely opening her blue eyes.

"Go back to sleep, get some rest." Bakura muttered.

The next morning was uneventful and the couple fell back into that same ritual that had come into place and that one day turned into a year. Ryou mostly stayed out with friends now and barely slept at the house anymore much to Bakura's pleasure. But, the longer Ryou stayed out, so did Kisara. Without giving it another glance, Bakura stayed out as well so when then the married couple was inside, it felt like they were strangers meeting for the first time. The ritual that they had was broken and everything between them was awkward. Soon, they looked for reasons to not be at home.

They still attended family parties and reunions, but everyone noticed the difference.

At times, Kisara tried to salvage what she did have with her husband but she didn't put much effort into it since Bakura was never there when Ryou was there. She even tried to talk to her mother and mother-in-law about their sudden disinterest in each other and they both told the young wife that it was a faze that every married couple went through.

Kisara couldn't recall any relationship fazes that lasted a year and a half. She then wondered if it was a good idea to bring her brother into their house when her relationship with Bakura was still new.

So, Kisara took her time to re-evaluate her relationship with Bakura. Was it really worth it now?

Kisara sat her coffee table in the the kitchen.

She knew her answer.

(Flash Back Ends)

To Be Continued~

Next chapter will be a continuation of Bakura's fear of Ryou, and why Bakura and Kisara broke up; along with the reason why Ryou is now at Bakura's house. So, yeah.

Yeah, Ryou is messing with his sister's guy. Yep. Ryou doesn't really care, and he's fucking with Bakura...in the playful manner...not.. literally. God, I need sleep.

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