Wow… heh, heh… has it really been that long since I've updated…?

Okay, I admit it, I've been working on my original stories and trying to survive school!!! Yes, I will still be working on my original stories, of course, but I will be better about updating (most likely anyway) since school's over. Ah! It's so nice to be out of that hellhole ever since my 'Dearest Classmates' showed their true colors… If it hadn't been my graduation that night I would've shot myself… Thank you to the people who really kept me going!:

CherryBombChaos26: Glad to see we've got a few things in common: 1) PMS is DEATH. And 2) Shonen ai is the ultimate goodness, especially if their names are Ryou and Bakura. Please continue reviewing and I will do my best to update.

Tomboy 601: lol, I have the same problems. Honestly, after all this stuff about Ryou, Bakura, and Malik, my expectations of a perfect guy are going to ruin me. And Gerard Way. But, as for Bakura being in denial (laughs evilly), you are indeed onto something!

dragonlady222: Thank you for your review! You are indeed one of my biggest fans; you review every one of my stories! Your reviews always put a smile on my face. Ah, yes, shonen ai teenage albino angst… could it get any better? …Okay, I need to go to a priest and get exorcised of evil yaoi-screaming demons in my head.

XxSexiItxX: Aww! Thank you! Someone has faith in me! (That much is a miracle in itself.) There will hopefully be lots of fluff. An ending… wow, I'm praying there is at least an ending. But with all the support you all have given me, I do believe there will be one, and a good one at that! I hope not to let you down!

casaragi: You know Ryou; he's a bit shy and needs time! But there will be some more angst, and yet, there will be lots of love! I hope it's your kind of story!

catgrl106: Thank you! I love it when people call my stories 'cute'! To be honest, I've never even had a boyfriend, so when I can write romance fluff or tragic romance stories, it makes me so happy when I know I have a fan of it.

SONxOFxRA: Wow! I must say, a boy with a love for yaoi! I must say, I've only heard of a couple of people on that are guys (I know there are more pretending to be girls, but still…). I'm thrilled to know I have your support for my story!

Disclaimer: I don't own. Wish I did, but I don't. So, you may wanna sue, but you can't. Because this is my disclaimer. And I'm just awesome like that. Fragments are awesome too.

Anyways, enough about MY ranting because I'm sure you want to get to THEIR ranting, meaning the Bakuras.

Quote of the Chapter (yes, I'm going to start adding these as of five minutes ago while watching this episode)

"It's irrational, it's irresponsible, it's against my religion." –Miroku

"You should be arrested." –InuYasha (InuYasha)

April 17, 2007

Dear Diary,

I ordered pizza tonight. I know it sounds weird, like, what kind of guy doesn't order out on Friday nights? Well, I usually never order out. I usually come home from school (on school days, of course) and do homework, take a shower (bath if I want to really relax) and maybe get a bowl of cereal or some other small breakfast meal if I'm hungry (which I'm usually not). But I was in a good mood; today, Jonouchi noticed I was there, a miracle in itself I might add, and told me he had a movie in his backpack I might like. He gave it to me after school and told me to watch it with my yami.

So, I decided to have fun tonight. First, I got home and did my homework, listening to a My Chemical Romance CD I got on a visit back to England a few months ago. Then, I took a long bath, using my favorite lavender scent, and read a chapter of a new book I bought last weekend while soaking in the tub. By the time I got out, I was actually pretty hungry. It had been a long week and it was getting to be eight o'clock, but I decided that I didn't want my usual bowl of cereal; I decided to order pizza while watching my movie.

"Bakura!" I called. "What kind of pizza do you want?" I asked while put on hold with the pizza place.

He peaked stepped into the kitchen from the living room, a blank look on his face. "Huh?"

"I asked what kind of pizza you wanted." I repeated.

"What's that?"

I blinked once. That was right: Bakura had never eaten pizza. Even when I had the ring and still ate pizza, he had never taken over to taste it, or care to know what it was.

"Hello, Mosari's Pizza, this is Ino, how may I help you?" rushed the voice of a teenage girl on the other line of the phone.

"Hi, umm, Ino. I'd like one large… cheese pizza, please." I finally said. I figured the best way to go would be to start at the simplest order possible while Bakura looked at me as if I had grown six extra heads.

"Would that be carry-out or delivery, madam?"

I blushed, but didn't blame her for her mistake. I was often mistaken for a woman over the phone. "Delivery, please. And, umm… I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not a girl."

There was an awkward silence with Bakura tapping his foot and the sounds of cooking on the other line.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I have, errrr… swimmer's ear and can't hear things completely clear today."

It was one of the worst lies I had ever heard, but I played along. "Perfectly alright, Ino."

"May I get your name, address, and phone number?"

I proceeded to carry out my order before finally hanging up with a promise of 'no less than twenty minutes' for the pizza to arrive. As I clicked the 'off' button, my yami wasted no time confronting the unknown information, a.k.a. pizza.

"What is this… thing?" He asked, trying to be intimidating.

"It's a kind of food, made of bread, tomato sauce, cheese, and other ingredients you can add in."

He made a face. "It sounds disgusting."

I chuckled. "Well, it happens to be really good, and I haven't had it in ages, so you're going to try some!"

"Why should I?" He barked. "I don't have to eat anyway, why are you being so… so…!" He couldn't come up with a word and instead proceeded to glare at me.

To anyone else, it would have made them pee their pants to see him glare at someone like that. But, to me, I'm so used to it, I just know it means exactly one thing: he's frustrated and sulking. In fact, Bakura's been sulking ever since… well, my last entry. But, what really shocked me, aside from knowing he was watching me do my homework from a crack in the door, was when I walked in this afternoon and found him asleep on the couch.

Honestly! He was just so… my gosh, just so… well, I'll admit it: beautiful. His hair was relaxed and fluffy, a few locks across his face, eyes closed peacefully, and mouth slightly open. His body seemed so vulnerable, like a small child's as he breathed slowly, in and out, in and out. I don't know how long I stood there, just staring. But, when he began to stir, I bolted to my room as quietly as I could. Unfortunately, that happened to be very loud, because I tripped and knocked into the table. I got into my room, limping because of my newly bruised leg where I had rammed into the table.

Remembering this, I flashbacked to the bruise I had seen on my thigh while in the tub.

…Ow.

That's when I also realized: Bakura was talking to me.

"Sorry, what?" I replied stupidly.

"I asked if you could be a bigger dunce!" he was trying so hard not to laugh at me. Trying so hard to be tough…

"Well, I could be you." I shrugged, smiling innocently.

Normally, I would've had to run out of my home in fear for my life. But, tonight, I was feeling particularly brave, okay, more like stupid and reckless with that smart-ass comment. And, yes, I meant donkey. I saw his fist clench and unclench, eyes narrowing in fury.

"Anyways, you're trying some because it's awkward eating alone with you staring at me, and I could never finish a large pizza all by myself."

"I'm not eating it." Bakura whined resolutely, retreating to the living room.

Before I realized what I was saying, it came out. "Okay, fine. If the big, bad Thief King Bakura is too scared to eat a slice of pizza, it's fine with me."

Okay, now I was just asking for him to find a way to carve my heart out with a rusted spoon.

He turned, flames blazing brightly in his crimson eyes as he marched toward me, causing big, brave Ryou to disappear and leave Ryou the Wimpy Hikari in his place. I backed away slowly until I was up against the counter.

"Get this through your abnormally thick skull, Yadonushi." He hissed, stomping to me. His hot breath was on my lips, just like last time. I felt myself hold my breath in fear. "I am not afraid of ANYTHING." (A/N: That's right, it gets everything possible to show that he emphasizes the word! Now imagine thunder in the background! ...I wish I could do that in real life situations...)

This statement, however, confused me. "But, yami, everyone's afraid of something." I countered meekly.

"Well, I'm not." He snorted. "I'm not afraid of death, I'm already dead, aren't I? That's the thing that scares you stupid mortals most. I relish it, so how could I fear anything."

"I'm not afraid of dying." I mumbled as he left.

He turned back to me, a confused look on his face. "What?" He narrowed his eyes again, you know, his frustrated glare that I explained before, or F.G. for short.

"I'm not afraid of death."

"What are you talking about? Of course you're afraid of death! What else is there to be scared of?"

"There are worse things than death, Bakura."

He was just about to respond before I was saved by the bell, the doorbell, to be exact.

"Ah! Pizza's here!" I smiled, fishing my wallet out of my pocket and leaving the room.

I paid for the pizza etcetera and brought it into the living room where Bakura sat in the armchair, glaring at the pizza box as I laid it on the coffee table.

"We're supposed to eat that?"

"Yes, yami, we're going to eat the cardboard pizza box." I muttered sarcastically. I opened the box to greet the smell of fresh pizza and steam of the food waiting for me. I snatched a particularly fluffy slice and flopped onto the couch, stealing a bite as I adjusted myself.

I decided something tonight: I miss pizza.

After a couple of bites, I peeked over at Bakura, who continued to steal glances at the pizza while I ate. When I reached for another slice, a hand slapped mine and grabbed my slice. I looked up in surprise to see Bakura scowling at me. "I am NOT afraid." He growled, sitting on the empty spot on the couch next to me. I smiled.

"Then, go ahead. Take a bite."

He was giving the same glare he gives Yami Yugi while dueling, except with a little less menace. Again, I've never known for Bakura to hate anything more than the pharaoh. Well… there is Mrs. Anderson' s cat… but that's a whole different story. Tentatively, as if it was going to bite him instead, he nibbled on the pizza.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the pizza.

I grinned. "Told you you'd like it."

His eyes narrowed at me in F.G. mode and he slapped the piece back on the other slices as he stomped out of the room. "It wasn't that; I was right. It is the most disturbing thing I've ever had the worst luck to eat with you. Have fun with food poisoning!"

And he slammed his bedroom door shut.

I sighed. I could tell he was lying and just being immature, but I really wished I wasn't eating alone… I liked it a lot when he was sitting next to me, how his arm brushed mine… But, what am I thinking?! I'm just being immature myself. It seems as if my yami is rubbing off on my more than I thought.

But, the rest of the time I sat there, eating the pizza didn't satisfy an inner hunger that had somehow developed inside of me, and the cushion next to me seemed even more cold and empty than ever.

I forgot about the movie. Maybe I'll watch it tomorrow when I eat pizza leftovers.

Sighing mournfully,

Ryou

Quote:

"Blah, blah, blah, someone gets a big new sword to swing around and then he wants a soap box to stand on and show it off to the world." –InuYasha (InuYasha)

Who honestly CARES what pointless day it is?

Most hated dieary,

I could honestly stab myself to death with a rusted spoon right now. No, I'm serious. I might just do it. Except, that would make Ryou figure out WHY I killed myself with a rusty spoon… and I can't have him remember tonight.

Okay, to be honest… grrrr… I pray Ryou will never learn how to read this… I LOVED THE PEETSA!!! (is that how you spell that? Honestly…

It was the most wonderful thing I've tasted in my life!... and death! It was so warm, fluffy, gooey, tasty… WHY AM I SO PRIDEFUL?! WHY COULDN'T I JUST SURRENDER TO RYOU AND SAY: "Yes, I love the damn stuff."? I'll tell you why! It would make Ryou even cockier than usual. Honestly, you should've seen the way he blew me off like that! Ever since that night… I would've beaten Ryou tonight, except… well, I wanted some more peetsa.

So, when it got really late and I was sure Ryou was asleep, I snuck out of my bedroom and made to go into the kitchen before tripping and smacking into the kitchen table in the dark. If I wasn't trying to be quiet and sneaky, to make sure Ryou didn't know I had even come out of my bedroom, I would've sent the damn thing to the Shadow Realm.

I first searched the cabinets for the remains of the food; there was nothing. When in the last cabinet, it happened.

"Baku…ra…?" yawned a half asleep Ryou, rubbing sleep from his huge eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen.

"No." I answered flatly. I knew him in this state. He would wake up in the morning and think it was all a dream. "Now what do you want?"

"I got thirsty." He mumbled, opening up the winter device that kept foods cold. I choked on my breath to see that my beloved peetsa was inside of it. Why? WHY WOULD HE WANT TO KEEP SUCH GOODNESS COLD?!

"Well, hurry up." I ordered.

His movements were those of a drunkards, searching the newly arranged cabinets (done by me looking for my peetsa) for a glass he could pour a glass of milk into.

"Oh, sit your ass down." I lightly pushed him into a chair and snatched him a glass and poured the milk in as well. But by the time I brought it to the table for my hikari to drink, like the good yami I am, he was lightly snoring.

My eyelid twitched. I had the sudden urge to hit something, preferably Ryou. Unfortunately, I didn't want him to remember I was in the kitchen in the middle of the night. He would want to know what I was doing and he would figure it out. He's not as naive as the pharaoh's hikari. Then again… I don't know anyone who could be.

I growled, pacing back and forth, taking a sip of the milk I poured for him. What to do, what to do?

I felt like hitting myself when I realized my only option.

I set the milk down on the counter and picked up Ryou's limp body. He whimpered and clutched my shirt for a moment, but didn't wake. I prayed he wouldn't wake up and was thankful no one else was there, because the only way I could carry him, was bridal style, and I don't think Ryou, Malik, Marik, or the pharaoh would let me live it down.

I laid him on the bed, but he wouldn't let go of my shirt! I carefully took his soft, delicate fingers--- wait, wait, cross that out… I peeled his hands off me and finally pulled the covers up over him. I swear, I wanted to wipe the bangs from his face and kiss his pale forehead. But I didn't! Why? Because the only reason I feel that way is because Ryou's made me watch too many movies! I don't care about him at all except that he's my hikari and I need him!

…Or do I?

I have my own body now. I have the ring… Do I really need my hikari anymore?

Arrrg… I want my peetsa…

-Bakura

Hooray! I brought some humor back in the story! Which was the way I had intended for the story to be, but I suppose it's more of a drama now… Well, if you've looked at my other stories, you'd understand. I MUST simply have SOME angst in a story, SOME drama! I wouldn't be me if I wasn't! Anyways, review and I'll try to get another one out just as soon as I can!