A/N: Hey peeps/readers! Tenth chapter. Tell me how the story is so far, I really would like to know! :)

Warning: Mild violence and language, and stuff.

Bakura: BakuraLOLZ99 doesn't own anything!

Chapter Ten: What Lies Beneath

"So," Ryou began, playing somewhat curiously with the coffee in his pale hands, his brown eyes trailing up from the cup to his companions pupil-less violet eyes. "what bring you here this morning? Bakura is asleep if you're looking to talk to her, but I'd suggest not to... She's become rather hostile as of late."

Marik chuckled. "When hasn't she, though?"

Ryou laughed quietly. "Yeah, I guess you're right..."

"Well, anyways," Marik said. "Bakura doesn't want to tell me anything yet; she feels... betrayed, I guess, and doesn't trust me enough at the moment to tell me anything that has happened in the months that I have been gone. So," he sighed. "I came to you for information."

Ryou nodded in understanding. "Okay," he looked down at his creme colored coffee, looking back up to Marik again. "Did she tell you?"

Marik nodded.

"And how do you feel about it?" the white haired teen asked.

The blonde shrugged. "I was shocked, to say the least, when she told me- but who wouldn't be?" he chuckles, "I guess you could say I'm..." the Yami gulped. "Dare I say, happy."

Ryou blinked in surprise, till a wide smile curled onto his lips. "That's great! Now, what is it you would like to know?"

"Like I said, I'd like to know what has happened in the three months that I've been gone, Ryou." the blonde answered smoothly. "I have a question first," he confessed.

"Ask away."

"Did Bakura do anything that might have harmed the child, Ryou?"

Ryou took a minute to answer. "I'm... not sure, Marik. I can tell you she was depressed after you left and went out of the apartment more often- but I'm not sure exactly on what she did, or if anything she did do might have caused the child harm." the white haired teen trailed off. "Did she mention the doctor's appointment coming up in a few days?"

Marik nodded. "She said I was allowed to come if I liked..."

Ryou's eyes widened a little bit, showing pure curiosity. "And what did you say?"

"I said I'd go,"

"Really?"

Marik nodded, shrugging. "You act like I'm a baby hater, Ryou," he chuckled, amusement filling his voice. "Just because I was made from the hate in someone's mind, doesn't mean I "hate" everything. I just don't like how they cry all the time, other than that, they're fine in my book."

"How did Bakura react to you saying you'd go?" the teen asked.

"How did I react to him saying what, Ryou?"

The blonde and white haired teen's eyes trailed over to the white haired woman standing in the kitchen doorway; her stomach bulging a little under the plain white t-shirt, short shorts showing off her long, pale legs.

Ryou laughed nervously. "We were, um... just talking, Bakura! Sorry if we woke you!"

Bakura scoffed. "I've been awake for hours; this thing decided to keep me awake the whole night..." she said, patting her stomach.

Marik's eyebrows furrowed. "It was kicking?"

"It shouldn't have been," Ryou said. "It's much too early for that?"

The woman raised a brow. "No, it wasn't kicking; but the little thing was moving around in there. It made me feel like I was going to be sick,"

Ryou sighed. "Good, because you have to be four to five months before the baby begins to kick; I almost thought you might be farther along than we originally thought."

The white haired woman shrugged, white hair falling over her shoulders. "I am almost four months, Ryou," she reminded him.

"Oh! Yes, that's right!" Ryou exclaimed. "Well, who wants breakfast?"

"Bakura raised her hand in the air. "I'm hungry as absolute HELL! Feedz me! Iz hungry!" she yelled, shaking her fist at Ryou.

Ryou flinched, carefully standing up with extreme caution. "Okay, I'll be right back with some food for the both of you, alright?"

"Hurry back, Yadonushi," Bakura growled, watching the small teen run out of the apartment. She sighed in exasperation as she sat down in the seat Ryou had occupied just seconds ago, yawning.

"If you're that tired, go and lay back down," Marik told her.

"I can't," the female said. "this thing won't allow it."

"Would you stop calling the kid that?" Marik growled out at her.

Bakura flinched at the venom seeping out on his words; she looked away from him and down onto the ground. "Why are you here?" she whispered, keeping her eyes on the white tiles.

"To get some answers, Bakura; ones that you probably won't provide me with for a while," he answered.

"I don't want you to be here, Marik,"

"And why not?"

"Because... I... I just want to be alone, Marik. I realized it's not me you love," she paused, "it's the rush. You like not knowing what's to come next; you like unpredictable. And that's what I am, and always have been."

SLAP!

Bakura looked up at Marik, who was standing over her, sneering; she carefully raised a hand to her reddening cheek, her eyes tearing up.

"Don't ever say that again," he growled venomously, snatching her chin into his hand roughly. "It was stupid, and it was a lie."

Bakura gulped nervously, staring into his furious violet eyes.

Marik sighed, getting on his knees in front of Bakura. "I know you're scared," he sighed again. "but I am, too, Kura. You gotta realize that I'm like eight..."

Bakura blinked.

"And you're like over five thousand years old...! That's a huge age difference! I think that's a crime, actually..." he finished.

The female carefully took Marik's hands that sat on her knees, setting them on her swollen stomach. "So, you want it- I mean he or she?"

Marik nodded, turning his hands over, intertwining their fingers together; he laid his head down on her swollen stomach, closing his eyes in content with a sigh. His eyes suddenly flew back open, sitting up quickly with wide violet eyes.

"What wrong?"

"He kicked me!" Marik exclaimed, his eyes shining with surprise.

"Who did?"

"The baby," Marik answered, his voice sounding breathless as his hand went to Bakura's stomach. "Did you feel it?"

Bakura shook her head. "No..."

"What happened?"

The soon-to-be-parents eyes switched over to the figure standing in the doorway of the apartment. "The baby kicked, Ryou," Marik answered.

"Really?" he breathed. "How did it feel, Kura?"

Bakura to the ground, disappointment etched on her pale face.

"She didn't, Ryou,"

"Then how...?"

"I was laying my head on her stomach and I felt him kick." Marik explained smoothly.

Bakura huffed, standing from her chair and walking out of the room, the door to her bedroom slamming shut.

"I guess she's lost her appetite," Ryou grumbled in annoyance. "And after all that way I went into getting her her favorite,"