Why can't I remember yesterday? And why do I have these markings? It looks like the sign for shadow. Maybe-? She thought, staring at the scabs on her elbows and the marks on her hands and wrists.
"But- How?" she asked her yami, who was sobbing.
"B-b-bakura. H-h-he m-m-marked you." she stuttered, looking frightened. Yuri didn't know what this meant, but yami's reaction meant it was bad. -c-
"What does that mean?" Yuri asked, looking curious.
"You can-" she began, but decided not to divulge the worst. "Ask Bakura."
Yuir walked out of the room, down the hall, and to Ryou's room.
"R-r-r-Ryou?" she stuttered.
"Yeah?" she heard him reply.
"I-I think Bakura shadow-kissed me." she muttered.
"What?!" he said, as Yuri heard Bakura's incest laughter.
"Tell Bakura to shut up." Yuri said.
"I don't like to ask him stuff." he muttered.
"Tell him from me." she growled. "Or I'll tell him myself."
"You do it." he said, in a mortified whisper.
"Bakura, stop laughing." she glared. "Why Bakura? I could've done it anytime, but I refuse to be charmed."
"I have reasons that do not need to be divulged in a simple teen." he growled.
"What's my bet it's to make me miserable." she muttered.