Me: "I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to upload any stories. My power has been turned off for over a month, and the only time I can use the computers at school is for work. My apologies to everybody!"

Bakura: "Quinn relax, and start writing the story."

Marik: "You… I will get you next time Bakura!"

Me: "If you two start again I'm going to throw you both on the streets! You broke almost all of the furniture!" *Arguing in the background.*

Mariku: "Since they are all acting like idiots, I'll take it from here. Please enjoy the chapter or I will send you to the shadow realm!"


Marik laid in the hospital bed, looking up at the bright lights coming from the ceiling. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. It was over? It had all just ended with a simple plunge of the knife?

Marik was drained both mentally and physically from the experience. The wounds on his chest were going to scar, a constant reminder of the day.

Marik had been the hospital bed for about week now. Ryou, who he found to be Bakura's twin, was very caring, and helped him more than the nurses did. Isis had refused to leave Marik's side, and would only leave after Marik having to call the nurses on her. Bakura looked the worst, he had a few cuts and bruises from his fight with Mariku, but he had been stitched up and sent on his way. He had only came to see Marik once, he didn't say a word the whole time, and when it was time for him to go, he gave Marik sorrow filled look before exiting the door.

Marik wanted to talk to Bakura, but Ryou had told him that Bakura was refusing to leave the house. Marik could only guess what Bakura was doing, he knew that Bakura felt guilty about bringing Marik into this whole mess, but Marik was not mad at Bakura. Marik knew that it was not Bakura's fault and that he needed to see that.

The cops had come to talk to Marik after the doctor had said he was stable enough. Marik had explained all that he knew, and the cops didn't even need to hear it twice. The police had been trying to find Mariku for close to twenty years, and they only asked Marik what had happened so it could go an official record.

Marik knew one thing though. He needed to speak with Bakura.


Marik sat in the backseat, with Ryou and Isis in the front. They were driving him home from the hospital. Marik was relived this meant that he could finally talk to Bakura.

They arrived in front of his apartment, Isis turned to him. "Marik are you sure that you don't want me and Ryou to come up with you?"

Marik smiled at his sister for her concern, "I will be fine, and I really need to talk with Bakura."

Ryou let out a shaky breath, "Marik he hasn't been well, I went to see him yesterday and the apartment was a mess, his eyes look distant, and he just sat their motionless as a rock, refusing to speak to me."

Marik nodded his head, and slowly removed himself from the car. "Ryou that's probably why I should talk to him alone. I'm worried about him, and I think theirs is a lot of things we need to work out."

"You're not going to break up with him are you?" Ryou asked teary eyed.

Marik heard his sister let out a humph. He knew that his sister did not approve of the relationship one bit, but he didn't care he loved the troubled man, and he was going to keep him. "Don't worry Ryou, I love Bakura, I have no intentions of leaving him."

With that Marik turned around a walked towards the apartment in which he lived. As he got to the door he felt his heart thumping against his chest, begging to break through. He lifts his hand slowly and placed into on to the door knob, and with a flick of his wrist he had the door open.

He gasped at what he saw, the apartment was completely spotless! Everything had been clean and polished. Marik walked in and gaped at the home he was not expecting. He was stunned that he did not hear Bakura enter the room.

"Hello Marik."

Mark turned to the hallway opening to see Bakura. He wore a smile, but his eyes showed what he really felt, sadness. "Bakura!" Marik screamed as he glopped the white haired man. "I missed you so much! I wanted to see you the whole time I was in the hospital!"

Bakura laid under Marik, dumbfounded by the whole situation. "You wanted to see me?"

"Of course! You only came to see me that one time!"

Bakura ducked his head down. "I'm sorry. I dint think you would be too pleased with my presence."

Marik shook his head, and slowly lifted himself off of Bakura and sat next to him. Bakura raised himself into a sitting position. "Bakura I don't care about the whole Mariku thing. That wasn't your fault; he was a psychopath, nothing more. He used me to hurt you, that's the only thing that bothers me. The only person that I am mad at is Mariku for doing those terrible things to me, you, and my family. You did nothing I am just glad that you are safe."

Marik grabbed Bakura's hand a placed it upon his chest. "These scars do not show of the terrible things that happened to me. They show that I will do anything for you and at the end of it all, we will never be alone."

Marik felt Bakura pull him into an embrace, and kiss his head softly. He whispered, "Never alone, never alone."


Me: "IT'S OVER!"

Bakura, Marik, Mariku: "Finally!"

Me: "Oh shut up! I will be starting a new Death-shipping story next! (Hikari Ryou Bakura and Yami Marik, who I will be calling Melvin). The story's name is A Lost Emotion. Yes it is Romance; it should be up soon, please enjoy! Thanks for all the support and staying with me even though the updates took a while. I thank and love you all!"