Unfortunately I did not get the right to own Yu-Gi-Oh for my birthday.

Chan: ok I know how long it has been since I updated, but I just got really busy and then I wasn't sure how to move along the story. So sorry if it isn't as good as the other chapters but I wanted to get something up.

Yami: I got bored so I poked her.

Chan: now I'm gonna answer all those reviews.

S. Chensu and Luff: Don't worry. I promise he'll be ok. I will make Yami tell eventually, just not yet. And it will end happy.

Dark-Lady-Devinity: So sorry! I know it's been…well…ages…but I'm updating now!

Emma: heheh! I convert everyone to yaoi stories……glad I helped to corrupt you.

My Tourniquet: he he. Funny review! I hate what I've done to grandpa but it is good fun. He is very demented. But he is evil too so he just doesn't care about Yami's powers. Anyway, that was defiantly the funniest review of the chapter.

Hikari Rioki: lol. Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Lola-Hiwatari: Wheee! (Huggles the key chains) Thankies! (Hands over a big cake with a picture of Yami and Bakura iced on.) I was running short on ideas for what to give you. I hope you like this chapter!

LiNes: lol. You changed your name! but you like my story so please keep reading!

Devilangelhybrid: I'm updating right now.

Mellinde: Thankey you! Lol exclamation marks? I think……

YamiMisao: lol. I aim to shock people and I am updating now.

Mariasha: just to let you know. This is my story and I will write about the characters and portray them however I like. That is why I am writing this. And ever heard of OOC? It's what half thee stories here are based on. So if ya don't like it then don't read it.

Magical-wildgirl: I'm thinking about getting all the reviewers who hate Grandpa to beat him up when it's time for him to be defeated. So then there will be time for Mr. Clubby-Mc-Squire.

Yami Adritha: lol I updated but it wasn't too soon. Sorry! To all reviewers!

Silver-dagger-113: ummm okay……(edges away) I can see why Bakura was worried. (Hides the sugar). LOL thanks for reviewing. Makes me smile.

Rapturous Voice: updating

Bluegrass Elf: Yami likes you patting his head. It makes him feel cute and sweet. Yami: I hate being patted. It makes me feel like a pet hedge-hog. Chan: well I like it when he gets patted.

NOnymOus: (huggles back) aww. Whoo! Darkshipping! Whoo!

Scorpia250: I'm used to hyper people. I'm glad you and your Yami enjoy the story so much. I hope you get out of the straight jacket eventually.

jessara40k: Yeah Yami is gonna have to depend on Bakura quite a lot in this story. Not sure how happy he will be about that…

Priestess Adularia: Yes.

Missing Fairy: thank you! I am updating don't worry.

UPDATE OR I WILL: blimey……O.o yes I am aware it has been a looooong time. I would like to see some of these chapters you have written! I am sorry to keep you waiting when you like this story so much.

Yami: Finally done with the reviews?

Chan: yep. And now on to the story! (Voice fades out)

Chapter ten

What death feels like

Yami's P.O.V.

I slept peacefully for the rest of the night and when I woke up the next morning, Bakura was already gone. I wasn't sure how long he'd been gone, but there was no trace of him ever being there. At first, I worried that maybe it had all been a dream and that Bakura didn't love me at all. That is until I got up and looked in the mirror. The love bite he had given me the night before was still on my neck.

I couldn't help but smile as I slipped back into the room I share with Yugi and laid in my bed, waiting for my Hikari to wake up. Slowly, the first light of the morning began to shine through the curtains and flood the room with light. I still didn't dare risk getting up even a minute before Yugi, just in case Grandpa heard me and woke up, or was already up and decided to beat me up before Yugi came downstairs, as he had done more than once before.

I was just about to consider getting up, when I heard the door being pushed open and someone walking in. My body stiffened as whoever it was crept as silently as possible across the room until they were standing by my bed. I knew who it was without seeing the person or even hearing them speak. Grandpa bent over me, studying my face for any signs of me being awake.

Surely he hasn't heard me. Please don't let him of heard me. I could feel his breath on my face. I could feel his fingers tighten on my shoulder checking to see if I screamed. His nails dug into my skin, so I had to fight not to yell out in pain. After a while he straightened up and left the room. Not long after that, Yugi woke up and began searching the cupboard, draws and floor for an outfit for today. I'm not sure why, but I suddenly remembered that I had the weekend off work. Damn it. That meant that I'd have to spend the whole weekend in the same house as grandpa.

After a few minuets, I faked a yawn and sat up, stretching.

"Good morning Yugi." I said, smiling at the sight of my Hikari.

"Yami!" Yelped Yugi, jumping at the sound of my vice before leaping onto my bed to give me a hug. "Good morning!" I winced slightly as he squeezed a little too tightly for me, but he didn't seem to notice. My arms wrapped round him and gave him an equally strong hug back.

Luckily, he let go before I had to push him away. He was still in his pyjamas his chosen outfit in his hand.

"I'm gonna go have a shower now!" he said brightly as he skipped out of the room, leaving me alone. With a sigh and groan, I got out of bed, rubbing a sore spot on my back and began the same search Yugi had just completed. I found a shirt that was meant to be tight but was in fact incredibly loose, in the top draw and my favourite trousers, again looser than they were supposed to be, stuffed down the back of my bed. I was just pulling my boots down from the top shelf of the cupboard when I sensed someone at the door.

"Hello Yami." Hissed a voice so full of venom it made me cringe. "How are you this morning?" I slowly turned to face my grandpa.

"I-I'm ok…" I whispered softly.

"Really?" He sneered. "Well just you wait until Wednesday, then I can assure you that you won't be 'Ok' any more." And then he turned and left me alone in the bedroom. After that he left me pretty much alone for the rest of the day. He did hiss insults at me whenever Yugi was out of earshot and slapped my face when he found out I'd finished all the milk from the fridge (I don't see how this was something wrong as there was only half a glass left) , but nothing worse than that. Most other weekends that I have off, he would tell Yugi to go get something from the shop, and then do anything from yelling until my ears hurt to bruising my face to the point where I would have to hide in the guest bedroom for the rest of the weekend. I got the feeling he was holding back for some reason. I was afraid to find out what this reason might be.

The usual sick feeling that I got around dinner time, wasn't as bad as usual and I actually managed to eat everything I put on my plate, even if that was less than what Yugi and grandpa were eating. It was still more than I usually eat.

I didn't throw up that night either which is something that had become as routine as brushing my teeth. As I curled up in bed that night, I couldn't help but think of Bakura. Thoughts of what he might be doing rushed through my head. Maybe he was in bed too. Maybe he was still up and awake. Maybe he didn't sleep at all. I sleep very little myself actually and that night was no exception. But something was different. Instead of worrying about what my 'grandpa' would do to me the next time Yugi left the house, I was thinking of all the things Bakura might be doing.

When I finally fell asleep, the white haired tomb robber kept appearing in them and telling me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too. He told me that I was beautiful, that I was perfect, special. He ran his hands down my body from my face, across my shoulders and down my sides. He kept saying that I was beautiful as he kissed me. I had no idea why he would say this, but it still made me feel good about myself. Just as he was about to remove my top, I felt pressure on my stomach, so tight that I could barely breath.

Bakura's figure flickered and blurred as I gasped for the air that I so desperately needed. The room was spinning around me, Bakura was fading, and then with a burst of pain, I opened my eyes to realize I was lying in my bed. The weight on my stomach was still there, not just part of my dream, but something real.

"Hey brat." I knew that voice all too well. "Did you know you were talking in your sleep?" I tried to answer, to shake my head, but my lungs were growing even emptier with each passing second. My eyes, still clouded with sleep, attempted to see what it was that was causing me so much pain. This turned out to be a mistake, for as soon as I tried to raise my head off the pillow, a hand tightened around my throat, squeezing out what little air I had left in me.My eyes seemed to clear slightly and grandpa came into view properly. He wasn't standing next to the bed as I had expected, instead he was kneeling on it, one knee in my stomach, which explained the weight I could feel.

His finger nails dug into my skin, ripping it and making it bleed. The soft, red liquid ran down my neck, staining my pyjama shirt and still he didn't let go. He didn't care if he killed me. He didn't care about me at all. I shut my eyes in an attempt to wish the pain away.

When grandpa spoke again his voice seemed very far off, quiet but somehow it was clearer than it had ever been before.

"This is what dying feels like Yami. Get used to it." And then the grip around my neck and the pressure on my stomach were gone. I gasped and spluttered for oxygen as I rolled sideways away from my grandpa, but it was already too late to catch my breath. Something hard caught the side of my head and seconds later, I hit the floor with a hard thump. The last thing I heard were footsteps leaving the room and a door closing somewhere near by, and then pure silence consumed me as my mind went blank.

Normal P.O.V.

Bakura had been in the kitchen, sitting with his feet in the sink staring into space when he heard the phone ringing. He thought nothing of it until Ryou appeared in the doorway a few minuets later looking even more pale than usual.

"Bakura, get down from there. We have to get going." He said while pulling his shoes on.

"Go? Where are we going?" Bakura hopped down from the sink and landed gracefully in front of his Hikari. "It's not a school day or anything." Ryou sighed deeply and straightened up to face him.

"Look Bakura, I know you don't get on very well with Yami Yugi but he's in hospital." Bakura's world seemed to spin around him. One fact had penetrated his mind. Yami, his Yami, was in hospital. Ryou was saying something else, but it didn't matter to him.

After pulling on his shoes, both boys ran from the flat and along the corridor. The lift was broken so they had to run down the stairs right from the top floor to the bottom. Bakura remembered half way down that it had been him who had smashed the controls in the lift and made a mental note to slap himself when Ryou wasn't around and when they weren't in such a hurry. Every step that he ran and every beat of his heart seemed to say the word 'Yami. Yami. Yami.' over and over again until he felt like his head might explode with all the different images of Yami crammed into it.

They arrived at the hospital about half an hour later having run all the way. The tomb robber didn't even feel out of breath as he burst into the waiting room, his Hikari right behind him, to find Yugi sitting in a chair with, Joey, Tristan and tea already there. Anger bubbled up inside of him at the thought that he had been the last to know. The last to know that HIS BOYFRIEND was in hospital. That was until he remembered that they didn't know that Yami was his boyfriend yet. His anger at not being told until the last minute slipped away and left only a dull worrying feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Yugi." gasped Ryou. "What happened?" Bakura settled his eyes on Yugi who's own eyes were swollen and red from crying.

"h-he was attacked." He chocked out. "w-we don't kn-know who d-did i-it." He stopped here to take a deep shuddering breath and when he continued; his voice still wobbled but was slightly steadier. "I woke up at around three in the morning and found him on the floor. His neck and face were bleeding badly and his breathing sounded staggered. After making sure he was still breathing I ran into grandpa's room and told him what had happened before hurrying downstairs to call an ambulance…." His voice trailed off into silence.

Bakura suddenly wished that he hadn't eaten breakfast so quickly. Even as he made some excuse and ran along the corridor, he could feel the burning sensation in his throat, only just getting to the toilet in time to throw up the entire contents of his stomach. Even when he was totally empty he still didn't feel any better.

Attacked…..Yami had been attacked. This wasn't just some terrible accident, Yami hadn't slipped or fallen. Someone had actually came into Yami's bedroom with the intention of harming, maybe even killing, him, and Bakura hadn't been there to stop whoever it was.

Yugi's grandpa was came round the corner at the same time as Bakura and sat next to his grandson. Solomon's expression was a mixture of anger upset and something else that no one could place.

"We're allowed to go and see him now." Were the only words he said before the group of friends took off down the seemingly endless corridor to the ward right at the end. Most of the other people were lying in their beds, although some were talking to their visitors. Yami's bed was the last one in the room, right underneath the window. His eye lids were closed, his breathing deep, in time with the machine that was helping him breath by a tube in his mouth. A heart rate monitor bleeped at the same irregular rhythm as his heart. Deep cuts and scratches ran down his pale neck while the sheets draw up to his chin covered any other damage.

The sight brought unshed tears to the eyes of everyone, but none more so than Bakura. His boyfriend's face was so peaceful; he could almost, but not quite, imagine that he was just asleep. And as he watched, the tomb robber made a promise, one ancient spirit to another.

This will never happen again Yami. Never. When you wake up, just tell me who it was and that's it….I'll kill them……I swear to you……They're as good as dead.

End chapter

Yami: OO

Chan: there we go! R&R

Yami: OO

Chan: sorry if it's a little short, but I'm double posting this with the next chapter so it kinda makes up for it doesn't it?

Yami: you nearly killed me!