And now, finally, Kura's side! I might have a conclusion after this...Maybe yes, maybe no.

.....So why not, take a crazy chance~ -smacks self- Bad, no!

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As much as it shamed him to admit it, for the longest time he had been blissfully ignorant that there was any sort of problem. Though, perhaps upon reflection, he always knew there was a problem. But he had ignored it; because acknowledging there was a problem meant they had a problem, and Ra damn it he didn't want them to have a problem because he was the happiest he had ever been in his Ra forsaken life.

But things had reached a point where not noticing was no longer just ignorant; it was at the point where someone had to be downright stupid to completely overlook all the signs taking place before him.

As much as he wanted to deny it's existence...they did, indeed, have a problem.

Bakura was in love with Marik and Yami; there was no doubt in his mind he loved both of them, equally and undeniably. No way in fuck would he ever be able to pick out which one he loved more, because both of them had as many good traits as they did negative, which just made them all the more perfect to him.

For the longest time, he had led himself to believe they loved each other and him the same as he loved them. And he had been right - sort of. Yami loved Marik, and he loved Bakura; there was no doubt in the thief's mind that was true. So it wasn't the Pharaoh who was the root of the problem...

It was, as much as it pained him to acknowledge it, Marik who was behind the issue. Because Marik loved Bakura, but the lack of glow and slightly fake smile and the odd tone in his voice...all pointed to the fact that he didn't love Yami.

Part of him wanted to just ignore it; since neither of his two partners had raised complaints about it, then why the fuck should he? Things were going great weren't they? Everyone seemed to be happy with how the relationship was going...

But that wasn't true, was it? No, Yami was clearly suffering; Bakura was a thief, after all. He noticed every detail about everything. Which meant he noticed the pain in Yami's smile when Marik turned away from him, saw the faintest glisten of tears that the shorter yami refused to shed...

Meanwhile the blonde seemed utterly blissful - and he was the one causing all this! Why did he seem to be the only one not angry or upset or hurt!?

...simple....Because he was the only one who wasn't being selfish. That knowledge bit into his heart like a white hot flame; and it was when Bakura first realized that, that he realized things couldn't go on like this.

It wasn't right, for any of them, to continue as they had. There was no doubt that Marik could continue without any problems what so ever, because all he cared about was Bakura being happy, so long as Bakura was happy...

But he wasn't happy. And neither was Yami. So as soon as Marik found out about that, he wouldn't be happy either. Then all three of them would be unhappy and lying about it.

Was it worth it? ....yes. But that didn't mean he was going to let it happen.

Rounding his shoulders the albino strolled into the living room with an air of purpose; Yami and Marik were curled up on the couch, watching some movie he didn't even glance at. Instead Bakura calmly reached down, picked up the remote, and turned the TV off.

Instantly two sets of surprised eyes were on him. "Kura...?" Marik enquired as he pulled away from Yami and sat up straight, obviously un eased by the utter serious

look on the spirit's face.

The younger yami looked equally unnerved, not liking that determined gleam in the albino's eye at all. The pale skinned spirit looked as if it was taking all his effort to not just turn around and leave the way he came - which meant whatever he was about to say was very, very important.

Looking from one lover to the other, Bakura inhaled through his nose deeply, steeling his nerves. Then he forced all the stress in one deep sigh, forced back the pain and the refusal and the urge to run. And he spoke.

"We need to talk."

Ominous...x: R&R!