Four long days passed, and Ryou was trying to stick to Yami's words. The problem was that he may have gone a little over the top when it came to staying close and having a good bond with Kura, because Bakura snapped after two days of it. Now, two days after he had snapped, their relationship was on the rocks once again.

Ryou was healing up well to say the least, and no signs of miscarriage had risen, which Ryou was determined to take as a great sign, even though it was still early days and Yami had reminded him of this on multiply occasions. Bakura had felt sick to his stomach at the sweetness and the guilt that burned inside him, when he caught Ryou talking to his stomach. Ryou had been sitting on the sofa and hadn't even noticed Bakura was close by, watching intently.

"Please die, okay? Be alright, please. I'll do anything. I'll make sure you have a happy life even if it makes me miserable." Ryou whispered to his still-flat stomach, with a voice filled with compassion, love and heartbreak.

"Well I can't blame him" Yami said to Bakura one late afternoon in Domino Park "I wouldn't want a dead thing inside of me!" he giggled nervously.

That's something else that could be considered a problem. In those four days, Bakura and Yami had actually got quite close. They declared their hatred for each other a lot, and argued and snapped at one another at every chance they got, but they still happily lay down on the hill at the park side by side and just stared up at the sky, night or day. This is where they were on this specific day.
The hair was fresh but warm, the sun had done in and the light blue sky was coated by tiny pillows of white clouds floating across the sky, all as dainty and fine as a ballerina on ice.

"I guess" shrugged Bakura, before beginning to massage his forehead "Oh, Ra, I've had enough of this now" he whined "It feels like I have drank for thing decent for a year."

"Come pub with me." Yami offered simply, hands behind his head and his deep coloured eyes, now permanently dark magenta, having never been their old purple for days, gazing up at the dancing clouds.

Bakura turned his head with a disbelieving look on his face "You don't drink"

"I didn't, I do now" Yami laughed, staring up at the blue sky.

"Why" Bakura asked, trying to fake lack of interest. Why was he interested? If it was anyone else, he was sure he wouldn't care…

Yami didn't speak, he just shrugged as his face fell.

"How do you get drink?" Kura asked curiously.

"I'm mates with one of the bar tender girls. She does them on the house sometimes. We'll get away with it most of the time. Just don't wear your football jacket- Wear your leather coat, 'kay?" Yami told Kura weakly, his face still filled with depression. "You look younger in it. Don't wear your trench either. Stick to your hip-length black leather with the silver buckles on the back.

"Whatever, Pharaoh." Bakura snorted, hiding the fact the he was surprised that Yami could remember that jacket.

There was an awkward silence

"What time is it?" Yami asked.

Bakura tiredly looked at his wrist watch and lazily told the pharaoh it was 18 past 5.

"Wanna head there now?" Yami smirked.

A half an hour walk away, two boys were sitting on the paler-hair's sofa. Yami had stormed out of the house from Yugi, and Bakura had done the same to Ryou. While Yami and Yugi had had an argument, Ryou had acted a little too close to Bakura that day, driving him away to god knows where.

"I don't know what to do anymore!" whined Ryou in misery, spread out on the sofa "I try my best but it isn't enough for him!"

Yugi, perched awkwardly on the end of the sofa, Ryou's stick-like legs lying across him gave a sorrowful sigh "I know, believe me I know" he muttered sadly, patting Ryou's legs to show he understood his feelings.

"I know you know" Ryou said aloud "and I'm sorry…" he sat up and looked at yugi, who held a face of utter surprise.

"How?" Yugi squeaked out.

"Yami told Bakura, Bakura told me" Ryou shook his head.

"I can't believe it…" Yugi gave a shaky breath "That's our private life… and he's flaunting it…"

"He wasn't showing it off, Yugi, he-"

"Was telling Kura right? Ever wondered where Bakura got the idea to throw you down the stairs?" Yugi scowled.

Ryou gazed at his friend as a the dreaded horror drifted through his mind as realisation took over.
"H-he told him after the incident" stuttered Ryou nervously.

"So he says" muttered Yugi, looking at the floor, before moaning and lying his forehead on Ryou's legs.

Ryou watched him, absent-mindedly placing his hand protectively on his stomach.

"Yugi" Ryou forced out "Would you have kept the baby?"

Yugi was still for a second, before looking up properly. He licked his lips, and kept his eyes firmly away from Ryou "I don't think I would…"

"So you could think of it as a home abortion" Ryou giggled nervously

"Not abortion" Yugi shook his head vigorously. "Adoption"

Yugi sat back in his seat and looked up at the ceiling, while Ryou suddenly began to smile. The one obvious thing he' never thought of- Adoption.

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"da dadada da da da da! Loverboy-"

Sang two very drunk teenagers, arms round eachother's shoulders, glasses of beer in hand.

"Calm down boys!" laughed Haruhi the barmaid "karaoke isn't for a few hours" she giggle with a light heart.

Bakura and Yami looked at eachother, then back at Haruhi

"I'm trying! I'm trying! To let you know just how much you mean to me!-"

"boys!"

"Aww, she don't like the song Yams!" Kura sniggered, swigging his beer.

"No, No….. Um, w-we should sing, erm, Black Veil, erm, grooms…" Yami stuttered drunkenly.

"This is a rebel love song!" Bakura screamed out at the top of his lungs, before Yami joined joyously.

Haruhi shook her pink bob and sighed with a cute smile, leaving the boys to sing.

Once their song was done, Kura planted a large, long kiss on Yami's forehead and bangs.

"I love you, dude! You're like… a totally asshole but…er…" Kura licked his lips as he lost his train of thought.

"You know what I love? I haven't said this is years- I love executions!" Yami laughed, leaning his head on Bakura's shoulder "they were entertaining back then…

Bakura gasped, his mouth wide "I loved being the executioner!" he said pointing to himself. "Blood sexy"

"Yes it is" Yami mumbled in to Bakura's shoulders, being sniggering and pushing him away "You sexy!" he laughed, leaning on the bar for support.

"I know- It's the hair, I miss my old hair" Bakura pouted "it was white and shorter….. I miss old her…. It was shorter… and erm, white"

"Yeah…" Yami said very slowly, crossing his arms and leaning on the car as he too began to think back to the old days before "I miss my tan…."

Bakura leaned on Yami's back with a childish grin on his face. He sighed with content and drove his head to Yami's neck nuzzled it tiredly. Yami moaned and smiled as he felt kura's tickly rough lilac hair rub against his skin. Bakura stood up straight, causing Yami to groan sadly.

"I need a cigarette" Bakura grumbled, before downing the rest of his beer, slamming the empty glass on the bar and stuffing his pale hands in his pockets.

"'Kay" slurred Yami "I-I'll join you in a sec"

Kura nodded and stumbled out the door. As he left, Haruhi came back over to Yami, a sly smile on her face as she tried a newly-clean glass with a red dish cloth.

"So… Yami…" she grinned "I finally get better that love of your life you've mentioned.

Yami jumped and shook his head quickly "N-no no! You've got it wrong, erm-"

"Oh, come off it! It's obvious you two are a couple! The way you're so close and stuff…. God, the look in your eye as if you could devour him with passion…" She deeply.

Yami blinked, biting his lip thoughtfully, before a playful smile stretched across his face. "Well, 'Ruhi, I would call him the love of my life…" he sniggered

"ah!" Haruhi nodded with a wink "I've gotcha!"

She head off to take the order of a large customer, with Yami finished his pint and giddily headed out side to Bakura.

Bakura was sitting lazily on the table part of a bench, feel on the seat. His eyes showed that he was far away in his thoughts, and whatever those thoughts were, they were bring a slight rouge to his cheeks.
Yami came and sat next to him and watched his drag from the cigarette. When the cancer stick left his mouth, Yami gently grabbed Bakura's wrist and lead the head to bring the stick to his own pale lips. Bakura watched curiously, and smirked as Yami took a long drag, before blowing the smoke in Bakura's face.

"You do know what that means, don't you?" Bakura's smirk grew as he edged closer to Yami.

"Fully well" Yami replied with devious eyes.

"Kiss me now-" Bakura slammed his lips on to Yami's, held them there for a few seconds, licking Yami's lower lip as he did so, then ripped them a part "Fuck me later" Bakura winked.

Yami glazed at Bakura with heavy lidded eyes, before smashing his lips on to Kura's. Bakura slid his tongue into the tri-colour haired boy, wrapping his arms round his waist. Yami smiled into the messy kiss, and wrapped his arms round Bakura's neck. It felt strange, but at the same time it felt right. Usually, Yami was the one doing the waist wrapping and taking control of the kiss. This time, he had no control, Bakura did it all- and he loved it!

It was new and exciting. He felt strong and confident, yet he also felt like his height; petit. It was such a different experience. It was incredibly uncomfortable to have no control and to feel weaker than the other person, but he enjoyed being the weaker one for once because he found it strangely comforting. Sometimes he honestly felt fed up of always being the tough, optimistic leader, sometimes he just wanted to be able to rely on someone else.

Their tongue fort deviously for dominance, with teeth grazing across them lightly every few seconds. Yami's fingers waved through Bakura's lilac locks, but the demon-like boy's hands slowly began to unzip the pharaoh's leather waist coat. As Yami began to truly realise what was going on, a sharp, lightning pain shot through his head and limbs, causing him to break the kiss and bury his head in Kura's neck.

"Yami? What the fuck is up?" Bakura asked nervous with confusion.

Yami sniggered and looked up with blood- scarlet eyes.

"A lot is" he hissed, before grabbing bakura's arm and whisking him off into the night.