A/n: Here I am again! Immediately after the other one!! Because I have the inspiration!!! YAYZ!!! I hope you don't mind the slight hint a psychoshipping, it wasn't meant to be in there…but it was!!!

Disclaimer: Yeah, sure. I own EVERYTHING!!! Mwhahahahahaha!!!

*gets shot by 4kids*

"Arn't you going to eat lunch 'Kura?"

I blinked and turned my head to the soft voice beside me.

I met the gaze of those two emotion filled emerald orbs waiting for my answer.

"Oh, i'm going to the movies with Marik today...I'll eat something there."

"oh..."

I flinched.

That one word was filled with so many different emotions and his face said even more.

But the main one i noticed was the hurt he felt that i was leaving him to hang around with Marik. Even if he tried to hide it behind a fake smile.

So many emotions illuminating from that one boy, it was making me dizzy.

I stood up and hunted the living room for my jacket, still feeling the atmosphere that Ryou gave off.

"Ya know what Ryou?" I finally caved.

He looked up at me with curious eyes.

"Do you think you could make something for me to take on the road? The movies are kinda expensive,"

His pale face automatically lit up and i watched the happy smile overshadow all of his features.

"Of course 'Kura! I'll make something right away!"

And with that, he skipped off into the kitchen, his snow white hair streaming behind him as he moved.

I sighed, still feeling nothing.

I felt guilty for making guilt give him false hope.

Double guilt.

It sucks...

I fallowed him into the kitchen and leaned on the door frame to watch his hands move gracefully over the pots and pans to prepare my food.

I'll admit that he is fairly attractive.

His smooth pale skin complimented his silver hair perfectly, and his body was slim but not disgustingly skinny like some people I've seen.

Yes, he's attractive, but that only gives the man part of me emotion. Typical human nature.

It doesn't give me that butterfly feeling in my stomach that i've read in ryou's romance novels so many times.

I don't feel the blood rush to my face every time our skin meets.

But then again, i don't feel any aching urge to hurt him or yell at him, and i don't feel agitated or anything.

I feel nothing.

Again.

"Here you go 'Kura!" Ryou's happy voice penetrated my thoughts and i could feel the hurricane of emotion illuminating from him once again.

I wish i had that too.

"Thanks Ryou,"

I grabbed the white paper bag in his hand, our hands touching slightly.

I saw the blush slowly creep on to his face when he noticed and pulled his hand back self consciously.

I still felt nothing.

"Have a good day then!" He called after me as i left the building.

I didn't reply.

I really didn't have the heart to.

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"Two tickets for every movie please."

The clerk choked on her large soda stared in disbelief at Marik.

"Did you say two tickets for every movie?" The metal ball in her tongue flickered in her mouth as she spoke.

"Yes, every movie. Don't worry, i can pay."

The girl blinked, but she did as she was asked and gave the blonde about ten different tickets.

"What are we doing Marik?" I asked when we stepped inside.

The theater was buzzing with loud chatter and laughter. People of all shapes and sizes walked around, bumping into each other.

"Movies were made to spark your emotions, Bakura. That's why people watch them. There's bound to be something in here that will get to you!" He seemed so enthusiastic about his devious little plan.

I wasn't so sure.

"But five movies? Thats about ten hours or something. Wouldn't Malik be upset with you?"

"Stop trying to talk me out of it, and besides, Malik has some stuff to do with his sister. He won't mind."

I sighed and gazed at my tickets.

"So what's playing?"

The Egyptian grabbed my shoulder and shoved me in the direction of a large theater that said "Tears of a Broken Heart"

"First, we're going to see the chick flick movie." He announced.

"Then we'll see the horror movie, then the death flic, the comedy, and finally, the Care Bear movie!"

I raised an eyebrow at him and pulled away.

"Care Bear Movie?"

"Hey, that movie's Chalk full of emotion! Hell, one of them is named 'Grumpy Bear' For Ra's sake. It'll be fine!"

I rolled my eyes and walked reluctantly into the theater.

Marik grinned the whole way to our seats, despite the fact that we got a lot of stares and whispers from the girls around us.

They must think we're some stereo typical gay couple or something.

Stupid girls.

It was kind of hard to sit through.

The guy left the girl and the girl was sad and the girl was doing all sorts of stupid things to get the guy back.

All around me i heard girls go "aaawww" and clap when they reunited and gasp when something happened.

I didn't understand why. They were just being selfish. Going out of their way to be with the one person that seemed to make them happy.

I looked next to me at Marik, who fell asleep with his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

It made me laugh inwardly to see how bored he was with the movie when it was his idea to begin with.

"Damn, i forgot how much i hate Chickflicks..." He complained when the movie was over.

"I mean, who would actually rob a bank just to get this one guy. Idiots thats who!"

I smirked at him and looked at our next ticket.

"What's 'Bloody Rage'?" I asked him.

Marik grinned that psychotic grin that made babies cry on a regular basis.

No joke, he did it at the park once and got slapped by angry mothers.

"Thats the Horror movie. I read the reviews and made sure it was really scary and bloody just for you,"

"Woohoo..." I mumbled sarcastically.

That movie, along with all the others, had the same effect on me.

I spent so much time just analyzing the logic of it all and finding it stupid that i never felt anything.

I got so many glares from crying people after the death flick. I knew they thought i was a heartless prick.

And their right.

I stopped dead in my tracks before entering the Care Bear movie.

"Marik, i'm not watching this."

"Aw, c'mon Bakura! this is no time to have pride issues!"

"No Marik, It's not going to work. We've seen all of these movies and i just can't seem to grasp the emotion of it all! Let's just give up now..."

The Blonde stared at me and tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way..."

I titled my head to the side, trying to read his face.

"Marik?"

"Should I or Shouldn't I...I don't think Malik would get mad at me..." He debated with himself as he turned away from me.

I fallowed him, still trying to figure out what he was up too.

"Marik, what are you-mmph!"

Hot lips were suddenly pressed against my own as the Egyptian arched my neck and pressed himself against me.

I blinked and took in every detail like before.

His tongue licked my bottom lip roughly before forcing it's way into my mouth. It flickered and stroked my own limp tongue, trying to arouse something.

The whole thing was very...strange.

"Get a room you queers!"

Marik sharply pulled away and shouted angrily at the man.

"This is 2009 you dickhead! why don't you get your head out of your ass and get laid for once!"

I stepped back and sighed.

He turned his head towards me with curiosity stinging in his eyes.

"Did you feel anything at all?" He asked casually.

"Marik, you're my friend. How am i supposed to feel anything?"

He put his hands on his hips and leaned his weight on one foot.

"You don't always have to feel love when someone kisses you. You can easily feel disgusted, or angry." He explained.

I bit my lip and replayed the kiss in my head, trying to remember what i felt.

nothing. Numb. zip. nada. zero.

"Nope." I said blankly.

"Nothing at all?"

"It's was kinda like when you go down the street and pick up a hooker just to satisfy your body. You don't feel any emotion."

Marik threw his head back and laughed before running a hand through his spiky hair.

"That's the first time I've ever been referred to as a hooker." He joked.

"I think i'll add that to my list of names."

I smiled and shook my head.

"Well thats what you should be called when you kiss someone and your not single."

"Oh Malik will understand. It's not like i felt anything for you at all. I'm just trying to help you out."

I nodded and slipped my arms through my jacket sleeves.

"Well, i'm gonna go home. I don't need Ryou to have a heart attack for me being so late.

"What are you going to do? About Ryou i mean,"

I froze and stared at the ground for a bit.

"I..." I started hesitantly.

"I'm gonna give him what he wants."

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It was about 9:15 pm when i creaked the door open and slipped into the apartment.

I wasn't sure if Ryou was still awake or not and i didn't want to wake him if he wasn't.

I Maneuvered my way in the dark, using my thief skills to help me, and hooked my jacket on the back of the dining room chair.

ugh, i'm hungry...

I thought to myself.

I had eaten the meal that Ryou prepared for me, but i skipped dinner and now my stomach was scolding me loudly.

Maybe we still have some left over chicken from last night...

"'Kura?"

I jumped and whirled around to face the small pale boy looking back at me anxiously.

"Kura, where did you go?"

I relaxed and collapsed into the armchair beside me.

"I told you, i was at the movies with Marik."

"For eight hours?"

"He bought a lot of tickets..."

Ryou bit his lip and fidgeted with his shirt nervously.

Even in the dim lighting of the lamp behind me, i could see the crimson blush clouding his cheeks.

"Um...well..." He stuttered, his hair covered his face selfconsiously as he stared at the ground.

I raised an eyebrow and stared back at him.

"What is it?"

"I, uh...I wanted to tell you something..."

My eyes widen in realization. I knew exactly what he wanted to say.
Guilt stabbed my in the chest and made it hard to breathe.
I stood up slowly and walked toward him.
"What is it?"
"Kura, I...I lo-"
I cut him off as i full embraced him and pressed my lips softly against his.
He was shocked, but that didn't stop him from kissing back with passion.
I felt his fingers curl tightly around my neck as he pulled me further into the kiss.
Now just because i don't feel anything, doesn't mean i can't kiss someone well.
And that's what i did.
I held him tighter and gently parted his lips with my own, allowing my tongue to slip in and find his. Mine stroked his softly and explored the sweetness of his mouth, taking in every detail i could.
I heard a soft moan echo from his throat as i tilted his neck further, deepening the kiss further before braking it completely.
The boy whined subconsciously but seemed to mentally slap himself back into reality.
"Kura,"
I said nothing in reply and pulled him into my arms, trying to let his warmth fill me to the rim.
He smiled softly and buried his face in my shirt.
"I love you 'Kura..." he murmured into the fabric.
I sighed quietly and pulled him tighter.
"I know..."
I couldn't lie to him.

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Me: Mwhahahahahaha!!!
Bakura: why am i doing that again?
Me: the power of guilt is strong!
Bakura: pffft!
Ryou: T_T
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Bakura: Grrrrr...
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