Gen-chan: Oh wow!

Chibi-Ryou: What is it Gen?

Gen-chan: I finished the next chappy in the same week as the last one!

Chibi-Suboshi: At least it's longer

Gen-chan: Ya that too! I'm so happy!

Chibi-Suboshi: *sly look* so when's the next one coming out, or even better, when are ya going to update your other fics? Hmmm?

Gen-chan: ….*sweatdrops*

Chibi-Ryou: *sigh* it's ok Gen, don't worry about it right now, it's still too early ^^

Gen-chan: Ya… *holds up a sloppy sign* Yu-Gi-Oh no belong to me!

P.S. Thanks to all those that reviewed you're a great help for my non-existent ego ^^

The Winds of Destiny:

Chapter 3

By: Gen-chan

"P…please. Please stop, I'm sorry it was an accident." A small white haired boy sat trembling on the ground, nervously looking up at the enraged Yami before him.

"Sorry doesn't cut it little brat! I think its time for another lesson, don't you?" The Yami asked with a sadistic smile creeping up upon his face.

"N…no…."

"What was that? Are you talking back to me?" The elder boy asked in an eerily calm voice.

"N…n…no Yami…!" the small boy suddenly slapped his pale hands over his mouth realizing his mistake to late. "I'm sorry Bakura-sama!"

Ryou could actually see the nerve on his Yami's head begin to twitch in annoyance. As harmless as such an act may seem the small child only began to shudder even harder.

"That's it; I've been far too soft with you as of late. Its time to put you in your place once and for all!"

With that said the psychotic Yami reached over Ryou's trembling body to grab hold of a long iron poll. Chuckling Bakura looked appraisingly upon his new weapon rolling it back and forth between his hands.

"I knew this thing would come in handy sooner or later." He spoke softly the smile never leaving his face. "Play time"

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With a gasp Ryou sat up, quickly scanning the surrounding area for danger. It took a moment for the realization to sink in, but quickly enough he remembered the whole ordeal with those four drunken thugs. Once again thanking Ra for his confusingly good fortune, Ryou lay back down slowly making sure not to move his head much.

// that dream…no, that memory…why won't it go away? //

Although Ryou now lived safely with his best friend/ boyfriend he could do nothing to stop the memories of that night from returning to him time and time again.

// although… // he mused // if it hadn't been for that night I would never have found Malik and I would still be living with Him //

Suppressing a shudder as that name brought even more memories; Ryou looked up at the early morning sky. Guessing that he had been asleep for a few hours, Ryou decided that he should be at least making an attempt to returning home.

Sitting up slowly, so as not to agitate his head again Ryou (using the support of the conveniently placed tree besides him) managed to stand albeit wobbly.

Being able to recognize the park that he was in helped a great deal, especially considering it was only a few blocks from Malik's own home. (A/N: I decided to give poor Ryou a little break…for now…heh heh)

Slowly and extremely unsteadily, Ryou made his way down the deserted street, continually having to lean upon the support of what ever happened to be next to him at the time. With a gratifying awe Ryou watched the sun rise slowly over the horizon, illuminating his pathway home in its heavenly glow.

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For a very long time since the initial greeting Malik and Bakura could do nothing but glare menacingly at each other from across the alley. Not even the newly awakened morning birds dared to interrupt their glaring session with their daily songs.

"So." Malik spoke first, deciding to end the pointless silence, though he got no response for his efforts.

"You do realize that we have been standing here for a very very long time right?" Malik asked. "An hour or so I'm sure."

"And I should care why?"

With a frustrated sigh Malik suddenly had an extremely suicidal urge to test the limits of the Yami's anger. With a wicked little smile that would have made his own Yami quite proud, Malik suddenly spun on his heel and began walking the other direction without a word to Ryou's Yami.

"Where the hell do you think you going?" Bakura's harsh voice snapped at him from behind, though from the sound of it he had yet to move.

"Home."

"Not before you answer my question!" Bakura roared, not liking how the hikari before him felt he could treat him.

Malik turned over his shoulder slightly and looked at the white haired spirit skeptically, careful not to show any sign that he was in the least bit intimidated.

"My dear Bakura," he started, sarcasm dripping off of his every word, "We have been standing here for over an hour and you have yet to voice a question for me to answer."

Malik smirked in victory when he saw the other boy's nearly non-existent shudder, though his victory was short-lived, for the look in Bakura's eyes told Malik that now would be the time to leave if he ever wanted to see Ryou (or anyone for that fact) again.

As he was turning to go with dignity (which meant running until his feet came off) Bakura's voice made him stop. Not by the words but by the sheer lack of emotion.

"Where is he Malik?"

Unwilling to respond, Malik continued to stare off in front of him trying to think how best to answer that. Unable to come up with anything, he decided he would just have to go with whatever worked.

"Where is who Bakura?"

// oh that was real smart baka, now he's going to kill you for sure. //

"Don't play games with me boy, I'm not in the mood. I'll ask you once more. Where. Is. He?"

"Ya want the truth? Fine. I don't know alright. Why else would I be searching theses Ra forsaken streets at this time of the night—er morning. He never cam home alright?"

"Yes, he does have a bad habit of that doesn't he?" Bakura spoke mockingly.

"Unlike you Bakura, he has no reason to run from me. Meaning something must have happened to him, and that's why I'm here."

"Why the hell should you care so much for him?" The spirit questioned.

"That's what boyfriends' are---"

"What!?"

It could have been the constantly twitching eye, or the grating teeth or even the tightly clenched hands on the man before him that told Malik that he was angry. Though Malik decided that those little details were nothing compared to the pure evil (and very pissed off) aura the white haired Yami was generating. The flowing purple aura touched with black made the blond haired boy shiver as a chill ran down his back.

// not good…time to run! // Malik thought while stealthily attempting to slip off unnoticed.

"I don't think so!" and with that they were off. Boy boys running as fast as they could, one running for his life, the other, running for his victims' life as well. Streets flashed by in a blur and Malik began to tire from his strenuous exercise.

Luckily his street was coming up soon and he was sure that he would be able to loose the enraged Yami easily once on his home turf.

Quickly making a detour into a side street Malik quickly began to weave in and out of the crates and trash cans, emerging for a moment onto a random street before disappearing once again.

It was safe to say that Bakura was even more pissed than before.

Trash cans went down before him as debris scattered out of his way. Nothing was left untouched after he had been down each alleyway, and the noise being created was defining.

Soon enough Bakura began to slow and gradually came to a stop. Looking back and fourth it did not take long for the fiend to relize that he was quite lost.

// Ra damn it! // he cursed silently before turning swiftly on his heel and stalking back the way he had come.

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Cautiously Malik poked his head up over the rim of the trash bin he currently inhabited. The noise seemed to have stopped so he figured that it was safe to assume that Bakura had gone. Still wary, the teenaged Egyptian slowly climbed out of the trash bin with as little noise as possible so as not to alert any unwanted attention from anyone who happened to be nearby. With yet another quick glance both ways, Malik quickly began to make his way back to his apartment.

// ewww…I smell bad…// he thought after getting his first good whiff of himself. Suddenly Malik stopped and looked around the small passage way that he was passing through just a moment ago.

// why do I feel like I'm forgetting something? //

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TBC…

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Gen-chan: Well what did ya think? Is it getting any better?

Chibi-Ryou: I like it, you were nice to me for once ^^

Chibi-Suboshi: I didn't like it….-.-

Chibi-Ryou: Why not?

Chibi-Suboshi: …I'm not in it. -.-

Gen-chan: *twitch* Baka! Wrong anime!!!!

Chibi-Suboshi…

Chibi-Ryou: Yes well…please review so that Gen will write more!

Gen-chan: Ja Ne Minna!