Okay! I apologize for how horrifically homosexua- I mean, late this is. An entire week past when I was planning on having this chapter out! UGH! Well, there shouldn't be any problems now with me being so super late, but if there is, I'll put out two chapters to make it up to you. (NOTE: Only if I'm more than three days late again.)

For those of you who aren't aware, I've decided to make this a bi-weekly update thing.

This will go for most of my stories, including the start of the new one I'm posting today, Remembrance.

I really want to see a hallmark card for coming out to your parents/friend/family.

Also, I'm going to start titling, or title-ing, or however you want to say it, these chapters. If you have any suggestions for the first three chapter's titles, then I'd love to hear them in the reviews.

I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!

~~~~~~~~~Chapter 4~~~~~~~~
Marik helped Bakura up the stairs. Partially because of the concussion, and partially because he just really wanted him to be close. They arrived and Marik opened the door, but only after fumbling with the keys. He still found some of that stuff difficult to use.
"You should stay at my house a couple more days before you go home, since you're on your own." Marik said. Bakura did still have a concussion, and something bad could happen and nobody would know. He didn't want to lose Bakura. Bakura nodded his head and walked over to flop down on the fluffy couch. The ex-tomb keeper liked the luxury of comfort, since it was something he had lacked for most of his life prior.
Marik rolled his eyes and opened his cabinets, trying to decide what to cook for glanced at Bakura all sinked into the couch and smirked. This would make an amazing blackmail picture.
"Is there anything specific you want for dinner?" He asked. Marik, after branching out on his own, had promptly discovered that he needed to learn how to cook. He'd picked up a few books and watched a few youtube videos, and discovered that he had a knack for it and it was something he enjoyed. His dream was to one day get a job as a chef to support himself, since he wasn't quite comfortable now living off the family fortune that had been passed down to him from his father, who had sold some of the Pharaoh's old items to a museum. He was, however, only allotted so much a month due to the limits Ishizu had set on the account.
"Surprise me." Bakura mumbled, bringing him back to the present.
Marik walked back into the kitchen, deciding on fish. He turned on the radio while he worked. He battered the fish and popped it in the oven, starting on a nice, tangy mustard sauce. He cut the things required and began to let it simmer in the pot, all the while singing along to mostly lady Gaga songs.
Bakura was almost asleep when he thought of it. The radio started blaring the perfect song, A Thousand Years. He got up quietly and crept into the kitchen silently.
Marik had just finished and was ready to leave the sauce to simmer when he felt a pair of strong arms snake around his waist. He tensed momentarily before he realized that it was Bakura and immediately melted into the touch, leaning back against him.
"Would you like to dance?" Bakura purred in his ear.
"Um... yes?" Marik said, confusion clouding his mind. Bakura always had this effect on him; he was incredibly distracting.
Bakura backed up and Marik turned around. Bakura put his hands around Marik's waist, pulling him close. Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck and they began to sway steadily to the slow beat. After a moment, Bakura felt the need to talk.
"You know, this song is incredibly ironic." He said, smiling a little. Marik tilted his head to the side a little, intimidating Bakura's curious look.
"Why?"
"Because I really have been waiting thousands of years to find someone who completes me."Bakura responded with a chuckle.
"You know, sometimes I forget how old you are. That doesn't make this pedophilia, does it?"
"Well, no. You're over age and I have the body of someone who is seventeen. Weird, yes. Confusing, yes. Pedophilia, I think not."
"Agreed. I mean, it wasn't pedophilia in Twilight."
"I don't read crap, Marik."
"The books are better than the movies! Plus, this song was in Breaking Dawn." Marik said, defending one of his favorite books.
"I guess." Bakura said, ending their conversation.
They danced gracefully across the floor, bodies touching just barely. They locked eyes and the world seemed to Marik as if it had stopped spinning on its axis. Time stood still as he parted his lips slightly and Bakura leaned forward to push their lips together softly.
Marik melted, feeling his world quickly turn into pure bliss. He wasn't completely sure, but... he thought he may love Bakura.
Bakura slowly moved his lips, loving the sway of Marik's body against his own, completely losty in how overwhelmed he felt. In an amazing, newly discovered way. He was certainly happy, and... He thought that maybe he could end up liking Marik a little more than he anticipated... maybe... maybe he already did. Maybe he loved him.
Suddenly, a throat was cleared behind them. Bakura jumped and reluctantly pulled away, mumbling under his breath, "Are we always going to be interrupted like this?"
He turned abruptly, taking in the Egyptian that now stood in front of him. He had wide, hoop like earrings, a turban, and he was wearing the Millennium key around his neck like a necklace. Bakura knew this man, and he knew that he typically only showed up when something was really, terribly wrong.
"Shadi?" Marik asked, slightly concerned.
"You may want to sit down. I'm actually going to tell you about something before it happens this time." He said, walking out into the living room. He set himself down on the couch and turned off the television, Bakura and Marik following his example and sitting extremely close to each other on the other end of the couch. Bakura reached a hand out to grasp Marik's. Marik looked incredibly nervous. I mean, who could blame him?
The first time he'd met Shadi, he'd switched personalities and killed his own father. You couldn't exactly blame him, especially knowing he had another prediction to make. He'd just recently found happiness, and he didn't feel like losing it so quickly.
Marik and Bakura both waited in silence before Shadi started speaking, and the tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
"You two really got in deep this time. Both of you are possessors of Millennium items, and one of you are the spirit of one of them. The millennium items are naturally very close, and when you two fell in love, it cracked the fourth wall. There was too much of a concentration of magic to contain." He stated.
Marik immediately opened his mouth to argue that no, he was not in love with Bakura, but then he shut it, looking down and blushing. He glanced up at Bakura to find him blushing too, something Bakura hardly ever did. Shadi did say... did this mean that Bakura liked him back? Marik's eyes met Bakura's briefly, and his suspicions were confirmed. He felt like he could absolutely burst with pride and joy. Bakura was his now. Then Shadi had to go and burst his bubble.
"Unless you find a way to get one other Millennium spirit with someone that negates his energy, then you two can't be allowed near each other." He finished.
"W-What?" Marik stammered, shock and fear of the truth in his words radiating through his body. Bakura released his hand and put an arm around him from behind, pulling him against himself protectively.
"You're NOT taking him away from me, especially when we just found each other." Bakura said protectively.
"I won't have to when the fourth wall collapses." He countered, "You'll both be dead, along with the rest of humanity. But, y'know, please keep up your entire silly affair. Don't worry about the fate of the entire world or anything."
"Is there any way you could make it to where we could be together?" Marik asked, ignoring Shadi's other comments.
"Like I just told you, find another millennium spirit and pair him with someone who negates their energy." Shadi said simply.
"Someone who negates his energy?" Bakura asked, confused.
"How do we do that?" Marik asked, still concerned that they wouldn't be able to make it work. They'd not been together long, but he could already tell that without Bakura, a piece of himself would be missing.
"You have to find something or someone that goes against the nature of a millennium item spirit, and put them together." Shadi said.
"What the bloody hell does that mean?"
"You have to figure it out yourself. It's part of the balance."
"You don't even know what it means, do you?"
"No, I don't, but if it's any consolation, I brought Ishizu here to help you figure it out." Shadi said with a shrug.
"YOU BROUGHT MY SISTER HERE?!" Marik shouted, panicking. Bakura leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek lightly.
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Shadi asked.
"Well, she doesn't exactly know some things..." Marik replied, flinching.
"Your sister knows. She's an incredibly powerful psychic."
"She's about as accurate as the weather man." Marik replied flatly.

"Or the history channel." Bakura mumbled darkly.
"It was obvious. It doesn't take a psychic to see that you wear women's clothing and jewelry. Not only that, but you care more about your hair than her."Shadi said, rolling his eyes. Bakura muffled a laugh, earning a glare from Marik.
"Hey! I'm just stylish!" Marik exclaimed, pouting. "Plus, I'm not that effeminate."
"Marik's point is that he's afraid she won't accept him." Bakura said, and Marik turned to him with surprise evident in his lavender eyes. Bakura had picked up a couple of tricks over the millenia, and he knew how to read people. Marik was no exception, especially when he knew him so well. Bakura was practiced, and he was hardly ever wrong.
The only annoyance was that he couldn't tell when someone liked him, and looking back he saw that Marik and himself probably would've been together long before they were if he had.
"I can't help you there. She has your address and will be at your house if you don't go to her hotel. Better think of a good way to tell her. I'd suggest a nice card."
"A card? What the bloody hell would it say?" Bakura mused, thinking of several frazes to use before finally settling on one, " 'Hey guess what, I'm horrifically homosexual!'?"
"Well, Hallmark does have a card for every occasion." Marik commented dryly, sulking. He looked pale, which was quite a feat considering his mocha chocolate skin.
"Well, excuse me. My job here is done, I'm going to the subway to freak some people out. Sometimes I am glad I look so much like a terrorist." Shadi said, getting up and walking out.
"Well, that was certainly abrupt." Bakura commented, wrinkling his nose. He'd never really liked Shadi. Marik's tension and silence brought him back to the present and he looked down at him. After a lengthy pause, Marik sighed, and as the tension left his body, sank against Bakura and snuggled into his warm chest.
"This is bittersweet." Marik mused, his voice full of half-there humor. "I find out that you share my feelings, which makes me incredibly happy, but we can't be together unless we figure this out. Plus, I have to come out of the closet to my sister. To be honest, that may end the world before all this does it in."
"Listen, if your sister doesn't accept it, it's her own fault. As for the fourth wall collapsing if we don't figure this mess out, I WILL NOT lose you, I swear." Bakura said, passion igniting in his eyes. He settled down a bit, gazing into Marik's eyes and melting. "I will never let that happen."
Marik leaned forward eagerly and Bakura responded, kissing him heatedly, as if to seal his promise.
Suddenly, the timer beeped, causing both of them to jump. It was time for Marik to take the fish out of the oven.
After he and Bakura had eaten dinner, (mostly in an awkward silence to avoid talking about everything that had happened) they sat on the couch, watching television. However, neither of them were paying attention, too lost in thought to really concentrate on something as mediocre as television.
Bakura was worried about Marik, to be blunt. He was acting like telling his sister was going to be the end of the world. How bad could telling his sister be? He looked deathly pale, almost sick. For a moment, Bakura thought about getting him a bucket in case he was going to be sick. He waved away the thought, though. Marik hadn't eaten much, anyway, which in itself concerned him. So, Bakura decided that he needed a bit of a... distraction.
Marik was deep in thought when Bakura's arms wrapped around him for the second time that night. Even though he was worried, he melted into the touch, his mind clearing of everything except Bakura. It always seemed like things were so much simpler with Bakura, from the beginning. He'd always find ways to simplify his plans and keep him on the right track. Everything was always okay, as long as Bakura was there.
Bakura snuggled up against Marik, pressing their bodies together. Marik sighed as Bakura began tracing patterns on his shoulders, concentrating on that.
"Just calm down, everything will be okay. Bakura said. Marik relaxed a little, letting Bakura distract him. When he was fully relaxed and furthermore, sure that he could go to sleep, he left to go to bed, leaving Bakura with a quick kiss.
Tomorrow would be a long day.