Me: OMG! A new story!! I just had to type something and this is what came out...Hope you like it!!!

Disclaimer: If i actually owned anything from Yu-gi-oh, do you think i'd be wasting my time writing TenderShipping Fanfics?

I think not!

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Emotions are superficial.

People like to think about them as if they are some sort of magical fairy dust or something.

But their not.

Emotions are just sharp little electric zaps your brains sends through out your body to let you know whats good or not.

The human body is a selfish thing.

It only cares about itself.

Tells you what it likes and doesn't like.

You become sad or angry when your body doesn't like something.

You become happy when it does.

You can't decide what it is your body likes, your body tells you what you like.

Thats it.

But then someone once asked me about love, and when someone does something the body doesn't like for it.

I didn't say anything, because i knew that if i gave him my answer, he would be consumed in many of those different zaps and i would only feel guilty for not feeling anything.

But the way i see it, Love is the most selfish emotion of them all.

Think about it, what makes you love someone?

They make you happy, they make you feel good.

They attract you physically, mentally, and emotionally.

You only do something for your "love" because you want them to be around.

To please your body.

I mean, lust is already half of it.

It's selfish.

And the same thing goes for hate.

It's just the other way around.

But people have put love in a perspective that it's magical and blissful.

The kind of things that teenage girls and ovulating women watch.

I can't feel any of it.

I can't feel anything but guilt.

Guilt for not being able to feel anything.

Sure, I'll laugh. I'll Cry. I'll yell and I'll scream and punch, hit, throw.

But it's not genuine.

It's an act. Because that's what others around me do...

Because if i just stayed apathetic the whole time, i would get even more grief and be shrouded by even more guilt.

I remember on Christmas day last year, My hikari made me a beautiful gift.

He worked so hard on it, i had seen him slaving over it day after day, and he would never show me what it was.

When i opened it, i smiled as best i could and told him I loved it.

But i felt so much guilt afterwards, because i didn't feel anything.

Not gratitude.

Not happiness.

Not even shock or awe.

I felt nothing.

And i can't stand it anymore!

It's like i'm not even alive!
My mind is completely numb!

I want to see people as people, they way everyone else does!

Not the walking talking meat bags that are 60% water and carry about 10 pints of blood.

I don't want to think about the purpose of any of us being here if we're just going to rot and decay.

I want to feel something!

I want to cry because my heart was broken

I want to laugh in sweet relief.

I want to feel scared for my life.

I want to hate someone with all my body and soul, and love someone with the same intensity.

I want to feel alive.

So here I am now.

On top of the KaibaCorp skyscraper.

Looking down at all of those meat sacks, lost in their own blissful emotion cloud.

Completely unaware of reality.

I want to feel that.

The cold air rushed past my face and sent chills down my spine.

I want to feel my heart in my chest as death strokes my cheeks.

One little slip and i'll fall all the way down.

I knew that and yet, I felt nothing.

The wind was starting to pick up and i slowly spread my arm span out as far is it would go and closed my eyes.

"Bakura!"

My eyes blinked open to the sound of the voice behind me.

I twisted around and stared at the CEO's hard face.

He had emotion on his face. Quite a few.

I want that.

"What are you doing!? You're not thinking about jumping are you?"

I sighed and hopped off the ledge, shoving my hands deep into my pockets.

"No, i was never planning on actually leaving the platform."

"You should just be glad that Ryou doesn't know about this. He called my office about five minutes ago looking for you."

Oh Ryou, worried as always.

Either that or it's just dinner time.

Hmm, probably both.

"You're not going to tell him are you Kaiba?"

The brunette crossed his arms and gave me one long hard look.

"No, but don't let me catch you up here again. You hear me?"

"Yes sir," I replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes as i fallowed him out of the crisp wind that blew my silver locks into my face.

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"You are a crazy Son of a Bitch, Bakura." Marik took a long swig of his Beer as he lectured me.

"What were you doing up there anyway?"

"Salilaquizing."

The Egyptian's blonde spikes danced as he shook his head.

"God, this is the third time you've been caught on top of a building, if you don't stop Ryou's gonna find out."

I twirled my own bottle in my hand and watched the liquid inside spin into a small whirlpool before calming down again.

"I realize that."

"Then why do you do it?"

I inhaled sharply and set my alcohol down on the coffee table in front of us. I raised my eyes to meet Marik's narrow purple ones that were staring me down for an answer.

"I can't take it anymore..." I mumbled.

"Bakura,"

"I want, no, I NEED to feel something! Anything! I'm tired of being so numb all the time!"

Marik set his beer down beside my own.

"I understand that you want emotions but killing yourself?"

"You don't understand Marik! You were born off of an emotion! And i was never going to kill myself. I just wanted to feel a heartbeat..."

Marik bit his lip and used two slim fingers to twirl one of his blonde locks between his fingers thoughtfully.

"I don't understand why, It's been proven that emotions always get in the way of logic. Look at you, for example, Your the Thief king for Christ's sake!"

I considered what he said and slouched on the leather couch, causing it to squeak slightly.

Without emotion's clouding my judgement, i can easily decide between right and wrong and protect anyone i want.

But the thing is, why would i want to protect anyone if i have no emotions to motivate me.

Besides guilt anyway.

"Because i don't like guilt,"

Marik's expression went as apathetic and blank as my own. His eyes half closed and narrowed.

His mouth had no muscle power holding it whatsoever as his brain worked.

"Why are you guilty?"

I didn't answer.

I just looked away and grabbed my beer once again, swallowing as much as i could in one gulp without choking.

"I guess a better question would be who,"

I didn't have to turn my head to feel the smirk spreading across his face at that very moment.

"Ryou is making you feel guilty."

"I know he loves me! i know he loves me so much, but i keep pushing him away! I'm not even smitten! i can't feel anything! he's attractive and all of that but i can't FEEL anything!"

I suddenly burst.

I didn't have too, but i considered there was no point in arguing with a psychopath who was created from someone's rage and hatred about emotion.

The Blonde's smirk faded to a genuine smile as he placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder.

"Are you saying you want to love him?"

"I'm saying that i want to know what my body wants...I want to feel something towards him. Anything at all..."

"What if you hate him?"

I furrowed my brow and stared at what was left of my beverage.

I had never considered that path.

What if i ended up getting so agitated and annoyed with the poor boy.

We'd both be in hell.

I sighed and placed my head in my hands.

"I don't know...I just want to feel something..."

I flinched as a sudden loud clap filled my ears.

"Alrighty then! I'll help you out!" Marik's voice was filled with dark enthusiasm and he grinned from ear to ear.

"Huh?"

"I can tell you right now, Bakura, you do have some emotions in you. There just really really subtle. All we need to do is bring them out!"

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?"

Suddenly, I found myself pinned against the armrest of the couch with the sharp blade of the millennium rod pressing against the soft flesh of my neck.

Marik's nose was about half an inch away from mine and i could feel his hot breath against my cheeks as his sharp teeth curled into a psychotic smile.

I blinked as i took in every little detail. From the cold metal against my neck, to the sticky tongue above me licking the hungry lips of the Egyptian.

"Nothing." I sighed, shaking my head as much as i could in my position.

Marik's mouth shrunk into a childish pout as he raised his head.

Still straddling my stomach, he looked toward the ceiling thoughtfully and crossed his arms.

"I guess we'll just have to try something else then."

Fantastic...

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Me: Wow, i never knew i could write like that...Poor Bakura...

Bakura: Don't you dare give me your sympathy!

Me: Your a good actor Bakura! You should be happy!

Marik: Ha ha, yeah right, he doesn't even have to do anything!

Bakura: grrrr.

Me: AAAAAnyway, Review pretty pretty please!!! I want to know your opinion!

Bakura: No matter how heartcrushing and cruel it may be,

Me: O.o