Here's a question: What the hell does Hurt/Comfort mean? Seriously, I really don't know! Someone help me out, please. I need to know if I've categorized this story correctly.

Yeah, I was bored. So here's chapter two. Yumyum. No necessarily though, since this is a fairly serious mind-warping fic. Seriously. I know it freaks me out.

I was going to write this fic where Atemu and Bakura were both ghosts, it had the same sort of principle, where you fall in love with someone you can't touch. But this is much better. The other one was too sweet.

I'm not good with this vulgar stuff. But I love this fic. It touches my soul.

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Chyaputa 2: From Your Feet to the Back of Your Ear

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It was raining during lunch.

"Yugi, want to eat in Arai-sensei's classroom today?" Jounouchi suggested, beaming with his usual enthusiasm.

Yugi was twitchy; he had been all through class. And he had felt sick when he saw Bakura leave the classroom.

"Sorry, I got to- um, give Bakura his pencil back. You guys eat without me," Yugi dismissed and he ran out of the classroom.

Heart banging into his ribs, the short teenage boy dashed down the hallway and even though Yugi was sure Bakura had left at a walk, it took Yugi a long time to catch up to him.

Yugi found the white-haired teenager outside, in the rain, already soaked.

Yugi followed him.

Bakura's back was turned to him as Yugi approached with squishing sneakers. Panting, Yugi couldn't think of a single thing to say. Except maybe…

"Thanks," he voiced timidly.

The white-haired figure remained motionless. "You've said that already." Picking up their conversation right where they had left off.

Yugi really was trembling now. This proved it. That voice was not Bakura Ryou's.

"I mean… for everything,"' Yugi mumbled.

The ancient spirit snorted, indelicately. "Does your other half want to murder me for what I put you through? Is that why you are here?"

Yugi hugged his own slim shoulders; it was freezing enough without the rain beating down on him. "He doesn't know. Well, he knows you assisted in his retrieval but not about… um, how."

Yami no Bakura said nothing.

Yugi wanted to see his face. He wanted Yami no Bakura to speak to him.

"I visited you in the hospital," Yugi tried, and he took a step forward.

"You visited Bakura Ryou in the hospital," the antagonist corrected.

Yugi bit his lip. "I thought… couldn't I have visited both of you?" he asked.

Yami no Bakura did not move.

"I suppose it would be your choice, who I came to see, since you can control who's out," Yugi countered his own question. "I guess I have no say in who I visit then?"

"You're being very bold," Yami no Bakura commented.

Yugi felt a little braver at that statement. "Like how you can choose who goes to school, you or him. And today you came, and… you're here now."

Yami no Bakura shrugged; tiny beads of rainwater rolled off his school uniform. "What are you trying to prove?"

Yugi didn't know. He was just talking. He wanted Yami no Bakura to talk to him. Their old conversation was whistling about in the space of his head.

Without warning, and he really should have given Yugi some kind of single or something, Yami no Bakura turned to Yugi. The ancient spirit had eyes darker than anything. "Are you shutting him at this very moment?" Yami no Bakura asked, "Or does he know that you're talking to me?"

If Yugi hadn't been so cold and wet, he might have blushed. "I have some control about what goes on in my head. He doesn't have to know everything about my day."

Yami no Bakura's eyebrows rose, cockily. "You say that now. Wait until tonight when he shifts through your memories without your knowledge." And he smirked. "You'll be able to tell cause you'll be dreaming of me."

Yugi actually felt fear at this revelation. Could he not control his mind at night? His other half would find out he had been talking to him? Yugi was almost scared enough to run.

Instead he blurted out, in a state of unruly panic: "Do you love him?"

Yami no Bakura had not been expecting that. His eyebrows fell back down into a glower and he looked mean again.

"I mean, your other half," Yugi clarified before Yami no Bakura could misinterpret his words. "Back… in that place, you asked me if I loved my other half." Yugi squeezed his shoulders against the steady pitter-patter of raindrops on his skull. "I was just wondering…"

Yami no Bakura stared, glaring at Yugi for a notable time.

"It would be difficult not to," he answered gruffly and the turned his whole body away.

Yugi breathed. If Yami no Bakura loved his other half too… he would understand, right?

"You two love one another so much, and yet you have no way of gratifying your desires…"

Yugi was afraid to ask this next question. "If you love him…" Yugi was terrified, but he had to speak, out of need. After all, who was Yami no Bakura going to tell? "Do you two try to… um, gratify your desires?"

Yami no Bakura stared incredulously at Yugi for one second and then he absolutely cackled; head turned up to the rain laden clouds.

Yugi's stomach plunged off the nearest cliff.

"Why?" Yami no Bakura barked, finally collecting himself. "Is that what yours does to you?"

Yugi was embarrassed beyond comprehension. He and his other half didn't speak out loud about these actions together. They just did it. Speaking revealed the shame.

But Yami no Bakura stuffed his fists into his pockets and suddenly seemed much more relaxed at Yugi's exposure. He was even grinning. "How long after our meeting did you try?"

Even if it was out of his own humiliation, Yugi felt he had accomplished some ground with this thief.

"Two weeks…"

Yami no Bakura's smirk widened. "Then you two having been going on for about a month, then? How tragic."

Yugi's ears burned through the rain.

"And what kind is it? Split possession? Or fantasy?"

Yugi had never heard those terms before. "Excuse me?"

Yami no Bakura was enjoying himself. "You don't know? I suppose that makes sense. You two discovered this so recently."

Yugi was still very confused.

"Malik and his Yami were the first," Yami no Bakura noted, matter-a-factly. "The first to attempt sexual satisfaction for two souls through one body. His Yami would take control of half of Malik's body then, well… it's kind like home-style masturbation."

The way Yami no Bakura said it, without knowledge that he was revealing Yugi's darkest secret, made Yugi almost crumple in fear.

"It's tricky, or so I've heard," Yami no Bakura continued, scrutinizing Yugi as he spoke. "It's hard to split what you only have one of…"

"So you've never tried?" Yugi asked shakily.

Yami no Bakura shrugged, relaxed. "Because of our circumstances, we usually use the other method. Fantasy."

Yugi knew that by "our" and "we" the thief meant Bakura Ryou and himself.

Yami no Bakura ruffled his wet hair. "It's not hard. One half draws upon a sexual memory and the two halves live through it together. It takes a lot of concentration and a stable control of the mind."

Yugi was lost in his own thoughts. 'Both Bakura-kun and Malik-kun do this too? So we're not alone.' Yugi touched the puzzle around his neck unconsciously.

Yami no Bakura grinned, his attention increasing on Yugi's scrawny body. "Which method is to your darker half's liking?"

Yugi trembled. But he gained nothing by lying. "The- the first one…" he admitted shamefully.

Yami no Bakura positively glowed with smugness. "How crude."

Yugi winced. "It's not his fault!" he found himself squeaking. "We don't- have any sexual memories…"

Yugi realized the implications only after he said this.

Yami no Bakura was no longer smiling. "I see…"

Yugi panicked. "No. I didn't mean that you- I can't use- yours- ours. I can't because…"

"It wasn't enjoyable?" Yami no Bakura suggested dryly.

"No!" Yugi cried. Too loudly.

Yami no Bakura continued to stare, eyes half-lidded. "No?"

"I can't use it because…" Yugi swallowed. "A lot was going on at that time… we were distracted. I wasn't very…" Yugi paused and the rain did not stop the burning in his face, "I wasn't very good."

Yami no Bakura stared and with a bland expression as he said, "Isn't that for me to decide?"

Yugi froze. God, he hoped he wouldn't get excited. Not now. Not in front of this ancient spirit again. "I-I- we were trying to escape. We were only pretending to… you know."

Yami no Bakura's grin returned. "Yes. I know."

Embarrassment stung, and Yugi moved a step away for his own protection. "Mou hitori no boku has no memory."

Yami no Bakura shrugged. "Too bad for you. He probably got laid many fantastic times as a Pharaoh."

Yugi burned. "Is that where you get the fantasies that you share with Bakura-kun?"

"No, I barely remember anything from that time. I had a rendezvous with Malik for just that purpose."

Yugi gaped. He and Malik had- they had done it! Just to test out a theory? Just for- for curiosity? How could Bakura remain so casual when talking about this kind of subject?

Yami no Bakura didn't noticed Yugi's reaction. Or at least pretended not to, which was oddly kind of him. "His Yami got quite steamed, which is why they only do the split possession method. That guy gets so damn jealous. Also they think the pain and frustration that comes with the split possession method builds on the sexual desire."

That was more than Yugi needed to know.

Yami no Bakura turned away, losing interest in Yugi's expressions. "That's the down side of the fantasy technique. Memories can only be revisited, not reinvented so it gets very boring after a while."

Yugi felt it was his turn to speak. But he didn't want to. This would have been a perfect tangent. But Yugi was too scared. "And what does your other half think about these… encounters?"

There was a pause that Yugi had not expected. So he looked up and saw Yami no Bakura gazing off into the dark gloomy sheets of rain.

His dark eyes were… not hard. Yugi didn't know what to make of it.

"He thinks it's all a dream. Which is fine," Yami no Bakura said.

'Which is fine?' Yugi repeated. That didn't sound like something Yami no Bakura would say.

The two of them remained speechless as the wind blew currents of rain their way. Yugi was getting more nervous by the second. He wanted Yami no Bakura to talk more, to talk to him.

"Mou hitori no boku doesn't like our current situation," Yugi began. "He thinks it's sinful, in a way."

Yami no Bakura snorted. "That is because he is so traditional. And he wouldn't like the other method because that requires sleeping around, right?"

Yugi nodded, head bowed.

"And… what do you think?" Yami no Bakura asked suddenly.

Yugi put a clammy wet hand to his chest.

Yami no Bakura turned once more and even took a couple steps toward Yugi. The teenage boy flinched; there was no way Yugi could meet the dark spirit's eye now.

"What? Where has all your courage gone, Yugi-kun?" Yami no Bakura teased.

Yugi had to look away. "I don't like what we're doing now…"

"And?"

Yugi hesitated. Was Yami no Bakura asking if Yugi wanted to…

Yugi really was going to get excited if he wasn't careful. "I love mou hitori no boku."

Yami no Bakura did not speak.

Yugi knew what the answer was but he couldn't say it. The rain pounded on Yugi's ears. And then the bell sounded the end of lunch. Yugi looked at Yami no Bakura who was looking at him. Intensely. Prickles danced on the back of his neck. Yugi's body was defying the laws of nature.

"I can't do anything mou hitori no boku doesn't like," Yugi answered finally.

The dark spirit, yet not-his dark spirit, scoffed. "How loyal of you."

The thief was patronizing him.

Yugi felt sick. So he turned away from Yami no Bakura and speed off through the downpour of water and into the school building.

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"Mou hitori no boku?" Yugi asked. It was the first thing they had said to each other since the beginning of another, what was it? Split possession session.

/Aibou/

Yugi scrubbed hard at his left hand, with soap, with a hand towel, with shampoo… He had to get the smell off.

"Please don't look through my memories tonight," Yugi requested. He scratched his left palm harder with the brush, hiding his nerves.

He knew if he asked his other half would obey. But the cost of this request… was distance growing between them. Since when did they hold information from each other? Since now.

/Ok./

Yugi bowed his head as his left hand turned red under the scrub brush.

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Yugi tried to forget about the conversation with the thief a couple days ago. But it was hard when his other half became more insistent. And the more insistent he became, the more Yugi had to hide thoughts of his and Yami no Bakura's conversation. As Yami no Yugi groped at him in school janitor closets and empty locker rooms the more Yugi had to hide thoughts of, 'Is this what I want?'

It hurt. Because both of them were so desperate to feel each other.

It got to a point when Yugi couldn't take it anymore.

"Not now," Yugi hissed. He was in class for heaven's sake! The teacher was writing math equations on the board! How could his other half think this was a good time?

But his left hand was rapidly filling up with cold.

Yugi gripped it with his right hand, as though cutting off the circulation.

'Not now! I am in class!' Yugi screamed into his brain.

His left hand when limp.

Yugi felt guilty and embarrassed but it wasn't his fault.

The class continued.

/You're blocking your thoughts from me. /

'Yes,' Yugi thought. 'Yes, I am.'

He had become very good at blocking his thoughts nowadays.

That was the end of that conversation.

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Woah. Intensity. Yugi really doesn't know what to do with himself, does he? Poor kid. Yeah, you all thought it would be cool to have another personality in your head, didn't you? Yeah, not so glorious now, is it? Worse than a long-distance relationship.

Oh, those silly Yamis and their creativeness.

As always please REVIEW!! Some strange stuff happens next chapter. Then again this whole story is strange.

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