Insanity: yes I know this took forever to get this chapter out but I finally got a day off from school and my laptop wasn't being stupid today!

Sanity: yes we know that's a crap ass excuse but thats it.

Both: Do we look like we own shit?

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The day was just turning to twilight as Bakura and Malik walked the dirt path from the crumbeling grounds of the castel city.

"Are you going to miss it?" Malik asked. They had stopped for a few minutes so Malik could pull up his waist long hair. Bakura left his hair down prefering not to look anything like a girl. During this time Bakura had turned around and was looking at the colasping city that had been their home.

Bakura scoffed. "As if. Why in the fuck would I miss it?" He turned towards Malik. His eyes balzed a brown tined red.

Malik shrugged. "Dunno. It was just the way you were looking back. I was thinking you might had had regret or something." Malik reagusted his pack onto his back. His hair now pulled into a high pony tail.

"Lets just go." Bakura kicked a rock then walked past Malik at a faster speed then they were walking before. He didn't have regret, he told himself. Why would he miss being treated like shit by the palace gaurds and having to steal just to eat.

"Bakura slow down!" Malik yelled al least twenty paces behind his white haird friend. Normaly he wasn't this slow. Either Bakura was pissed or he just wanted to get going as fast as possible.

"Damn it I said slow down!" Malik yelled once again. This time Bakura did stop.

Once Malik caught up they walked together side by side at a slower pace, and acward silance hung between them.

"So. What's on your mind?" Malik finally asked no longer able to stand the silance. He never was opne for silance. Malik was always lively and loud so it bugged him to no extent to be quiet for more than three minutes. Bakura had once told him that he talked in his sleep which Malik denied to this very day.

"Hum?" Bakura wasn't paying attention to his blond friend.

Malik run infront of Bakura and stopped in his path. Bakura wasn't normaly that out of it.

"What the fucks your problem, Bakura?" Malik nearly yelled. He'd had it. Bakura had been distracted alot latley and had bearly been talking for weeks. It had to end! Malik wasn't going to put up with it anymore!

"Nothing! Now get out of my way!" Bakura yelled shoving Malik out of his way. In truth he was worried. Noone had every left the city without being tracked down and killed. Noone understood why that happened. Some said it was because the Queen refused to lose and subjects after what happend all those years ago with her son.

"Nothing my ass! I bet you just as worried about it as I am!" Malik yelled. This made Bakura stop cold. Malik knew he hit the nail on the head.

"Shut up Malik! How could I not be worried?" Bakura turned around facing Malik. His face was down cast in anger and fright. His face telling the anger. His eyes showing the fright that his face wasn't.

"Bakura we'll be okay. I promise. I might not know much about the world or how it works but I promise we'll be okay." Malik said moving foward the few steps to Bakura. He wrapped his arms around him into a tight hug. Like Bakura had done for him those years ago.

Bakura stood motionless fopr a few moments before wrapping his arms around Malik's waist and squeezing tight. He didn't know how Malik had always read him like a book but most of the time he was gratful to have someone who knew him so well.

"Thanks Mal. Thank you for coming with me. Thank you for being my friend." Bakura squeezed just a bit tighter then pulled back still keeping a lose grip on Malik's waist. He looked into Malik's eyes. They held compasion and understanding surronded by lavender.

Removing one hand from Malik's waist, Bakura moved it to cup Malik's cheek. Malik nuzzeled into Bakura's hand not breaking eye contact with Bakura. They both moved together slowly and their lips connected. At first it was innocent and caring, yet slowly grew into a passionate thing.

Breaking apart for air Bakura smirked as Malik panted for air.

"Let's get going." Bakura smiled. A genuion smile.

Malik smiled back and laced his hand with Bakura's. And off they walked into the forest.

Unknown to them, they were being watched. A shrouded figure in the forest lines stood at the forest's edge.

He smirked to himself. He had to report this to his king.

The man quickly turned and jumped apon his horse and rode throught the forest. Following twists and turns that would lead him to the camp. It would only be a matter of time.

Reaching his destination after riding for ten minutes he jumped off his stead. Standing he stroked the mare's neck whispering, "Good girl." then walked to the biggest tent in the middle of camp. He stood infront of it, admiring the tent.

It was red, a very dark red, with a lining of gold. Two big torches stood infront of the entrance which was opened slightly. It reached higher than any of the other tents in the camp and was by far the most fancy.

"I request and adience with my king." the man spoke unwavering and powerful.

"Then come." spoke a soft voice that now stood infront of him. The figure was small and petiet almost femainate looking. The skin was snow white with hair to match that cascaded down their back to the back of their knees. they wore a tunic of the highest quality fabric, silk, dyed a pure white and long silk pants that were white aswell. The feet on the other hand were bare.

The man stood, "Thank you for awnsering my request Ryou."

"Don't thank me, Marik. Thank the king, Akefia." Ryou said matter of factly then turned on his heals and entered then tent.

End Chapter

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Sanity: I'm kinda suprised at how long she made this chapter...