Anzu is dead. I killed her. I feel so…happy? What? How can I be happy after murdering one of the only people to welcome me into Japan? What's wrong with me? …What if Honda saw? Or Otogi? I don't want them to know, to think I'm some kind of ruthless murderer. What can I do? I'll just have to explain it to them, make sure they understand me! But what if they don't, what if they report me, tell someone, I won't be able to take it. I'd die. So, what? What can I do? I need to talk to someone, anyone! B-B-Bakura, he'll know what to do. I turned my back to the scene and ran, as fast as I could. I couldn't see where I was going, my feet knew the way, so it didn't matter. They throbbed, painfully, and the surroundings became blurred lines, blurred by tears, by speed. I reached the front door, and placed my hand against the cold oak and bowed my head. I stifled sobs before I went in, Bakura would not see me cry, I am not pathetic, I will prove that I'm not. My other hand reached up to the steal handle, and my fist gripped the ice. I took a deep breath and pulled downward, loosing my balance, I staggered inside. …Something isn't right. I can smell something, something spicy I think it's chicken…it smells kinda good…

'Bakura?' I shout, and here sudden movement, coming from the kitchen…what is he doing? 'Bakura!' I call again, slowly, I step forward, and cautiously enter the living room, leading towards the kitchen.

'Ryou…is that you?'

'Yeah, are you ok Bakura?'

'Stay there.'

'Fine…why?' what is he doing? Has he messed everything up that badly?

'Just do as I say, Hikari.' Fine, fine. I will. God, he's up to something. Does he have someone in there? I turned around, walking towards the window, to look out at the weather. It's raining again. Bored, I start tracing patterns on the steamed glass. My vision leaves me, and I feel something tie around my eyes. It's silk.

'Bakura?' I question. I hear a quiet laugh. Then I feel something warm on my lips, without thinking, I open my mouth, and something warm, slick and wet enters it, teasing my tongue. Bakura. I reach up, feeling the body, the soft, silky hair, falling at shoulder level, the smooth, unmarked skin, falling to a soft point at the bottom of the face. I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to play with the soft hair, twining it around my numbing fingers. My heart begins to race, and I feel all problems, all reality slip away. After minuets of breathless kissing, grinding and touching, he pulls away, and I feel him smile. He turns my body around and snakes his arms around my waist and buries his head in my shoulder. Slowly, he walks me forward, and I can smell the spicy smell become stronger. Suddenly, I feel the weight on my shoulders, pushing me into a seat. I hear the clacking of china, and my blindfold is slowly removed. At first, everything is white, its too bright.

Slowly, my vision comes back, and I'm sat at a table, with a table cloth, with candles, with dinner, in front of me-and it isn't a take-away. I looked up at Bakura, who was sat opposite me, smiling. I smiled back, my eyes tearing. This is amazing, I mean, he's cooked. For me. I bit my lip, and stabbed the food before me, it looks so colourful, so inviting. I slowly raised the fork to my lips, inhaling the piquant aroma. I put it into my mouth, and the most fabulous tastes washed over me, I seriously cant describe it. I looked up at Bakura, he couldn't have done this.

'Yes Hikari, I cooked this, its Egyptian.' That explains it. He's been cooking this for 5000 years. I love him. After finished, Bakura began clearing up, he's after something, I couldn't help but smile. Afterwards, he swept me off the chair, and carried me into the living room. It was so romantic, so perfect, it seemed so unreal. He turned on the TV, and we proceeded to watch some kind of horror movie, I can't remember the movie, mainly because I was being held so close to Bakura, my mind wouldn't focus on anything. He smelt amazing, clean. He's never like this. I snuggled up close, I just wanted to stay this close forever, he seemed so relaxed, playing with my hair, gently kissing my head every now and then, I glanced out of the window, looking at the blinking stairs, everything, but the present moment washed away from my memory.

I blinked open my eyes, feeling groggy, I pulled myself out of bed, and dragged myself to the shower. I turned the handle and felt the ice slash at my skin, closing my tired eyes, I ran my hands over my face, and through my hair. What day was it? Erm…Tuesday, I think…yeah I think that's right…yesterday I …went to the warehouse…because…damn it I don't remember! For Ra's sake. I think about it…I'll call Anzu, she'd know. Wait…no…she's dead. Images flash back to my mind…then of Yugi. I am a murderer. I won't let it get to me, I won't! Honda, Otogi…I remember now…they needed sorting out…needed dealing with, so they couldn't tell on me. I felt my blood boil and the air became heavy, thick and heated. I opened the shower door and pulled on the clothes I had ready.

I started speed walking down the street, to the game shop Otogi owned. That kid is spoiled, he has way to much money, and he always gets what he wants. I watched the doors open before me. I smiled as sweetly as I could,

"I'm here to see Mr Otogi, could you tell me where he is, please?" The man looked at me, he was tall, really tall, quite a big build, thick brown hair and sunglasses. He probably has a gun or something. I mentally smirked.

"He's in his office. 6th floor." Perfect. I smiled and nodded at the man, promptly moving towards the elevator. A few moments later I arrived on the 6th floor. I tapped on the door, and walked in. I wasn't going to wait. The air felt instantly hot, humid. I could hardly breathe. The smell of leather, and of ink filled my nostrils. I glanced around The office reminded me slightly of Kaiba's. With the full length windows. I saw Otogi stood at a window. I slowly began walking towards him, he obviously hadn't heard me. Gently, I put my hand on his shoulder, and covered his mouth with one hand. He turned his head slightly, looked at me with his emerald eyes. I ran a hand through his pony tail, before twisting his hand behind his back, and pushing him through the glass. Swiftly, just like that-No mess, no screams, no more Otogi. I stood at the edge of the window, and stared down. So much for no mess. His body was limp, and twisted into various shapes, I didn't think a corpse could manage, blood covered the pavement, and instantly people began gathering round. It was minuets before an ambulance or the police came. Thinking frantically, I picked up a glove of Otogi's, then a pen, and began to write on some paper,

'Dear All,

This is my final message to the world, as I can no longer go on. My life has been successful, but always lacked something, and, unable to find it, and confused over my life, I leave you know, goodbye to everyone, I shall miss you all,

Otogi.'

I stared at the ink, it looked enough like Otogi's. I picked up the note, and ran downstairs with it. Bumping into Honda on the way…

Hey everyone, I am sooooo sorry it took me this long to get it up, but I will have the story done by the end of the month! Or sooner!