SW: OMR I am so ashamed of myself.

Ryou: Why?

SW: I was in such a rush to post the last chapter that I didn't spend much time proofreading it and I just reread it and there are a BUNCH of grammar mistakes…I apologize to my readers -.-"

Bakura: Please. Those idiots probably aren't even smart enough to notice them.

Marik: *cackle* What readers?
SW: Remind me again why I allow you in my author's notes?

Thank you to LineatheHedgehog15 (Haha, it's about time they got together, right?), samaurai (But it's inevitable, isn't it? And yeah, I never saw him as weak), calleyrose (Yeah, I'm glad Ryou started the kiss too! And the Bronzeshipping is definitely going to have problems), Awesometamez (Aw, thank you! And now I just need to figure how the Tendershipping is going to progress from here…), Toisse (Yay, I'm glad you like that! And of course Ryou has a devious side, Bakura is his yami, isn't he? And I just can't seem to please Bakura), White Weasel (Haha, I've never played that game so…but I think that has a nice ring to it! ;) I'm glad you liked the flashbacks!), Ocena Strex (Somehow, I don't think Bakura would be that smart. And yeah, Isis is going to pretty stressed for the next couple chapters.), and BobbiJoEgo (Hooray! Thank you for reviewing! And I'm sorry to say the Tendershipping is going to take a step back in this chapter.) for reviewing!

Enjoy!

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"Well, all things considered there isn't much that you need to tell me." Rishid folded his hands and let his head rest on them.

"Then why the hell did you bring it up?" Malik snapped. First, Rishid said he wanted to talk about Millennium, but then tells him that he doesn't want to hear it. Why would he play with him like that?

Isis frowned. "Malik! There's no need get angry, what he meant was-"

Rishid held up a hand to stop Isis. "It's alright. What I mean is that I have already been informed on most of the details of this case. Your sister sent me the file." He straightened the tie around his neck and sat up in his chair. "However, I am going to need to talk to you about what information you will be willing to share in front of the jury and how we are going to approach your questioning."

In the three hours they had spent talking and laughing and eating together, Malik had never felt the two years as much as he did now. Sitting in front of him wasn't his brother and sister, but a famous lawyer and Domino's sheriff.

"I need some air." He stood up and walked out of the kitchen, barely hearing Isis scramble to come after him and Rishid holding her back.

Rishid calmly placed his hands on Isis' shoulders as he heard the front door open and close. "Isis. Calm down. He says he needs some air, I say let him get some. He won't wander far, I promise."

"You don't understand! I need to stay with him!" Isis struggled against the firm grip.

"No, you don't. You can't smother him, Isis. Malik needs to know that he can deal with this alone before he can accept help from anyone. He's strong and smarter than he looks. He probably won't even leave the apartment building."

"Are you even worried at all?" Isis was sobbing now, and she brought her hands up to cover her eyes. "He can't ever be alone. He has PTSD!"

The grip on Isis' shoulders loosened a bit in shock. "What?"

Malik stood leaning against his door in the hallway. Was it true? While he couldn't hear what Rishid was saying, he had definitely heard Isis' screaming through the thin wood. Did he really have PTSD? It would explain a lot, but he just couldn't believe it.

He numbly stood up and took a few steps forward, hesitating when he lifted his hand to knock on the door across the hall. Malik wasn't sure Marik was even home yet, or if he would appreciate him knocking on his door, but he needed someone to talk to and it definitely wasn't going to be Rishid or Isis.

Making up his mind, he knocked, jerking back in shock as the door swung open immediately. He rolled his eyes, knowing it was just like Marik to leave the door unlocked and open. Malik looked down both ends of the hall, before he walked into the apartment across from his own.

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Yugi stared at his ceiling, smiling goofily. He hadn't moved since he had woken up, happy with just staying in his warm bed and daydreaming about Yami. He had a boyfriend, and he hadn't had a bad thought about himself since the kiss. He giggled, thinking back to it.

"Yugi! Yami's here to see you!"

He stiffened at the sound of his grandpa's voice. Scrambling out of bed, he checked the time, surprised to see that it was a little past four. Had he really stayed in bed all day? He rushed through getting dressed, grabbing jeans and a t-shirt. He threw his clothes in his hamper and practically ran down the stairs, flying past his grandfather, who had been about to check on him.

Sure enough, sitting at his kitchen with a cup of tea in his hand, was Yami. He smiled and moved to sit in the chair next to him. "Hi!"

Yami took a small sip and turned to look at Yugi, a smile twitching his lips. "Did you just get out of bed?"

He stiffened, trying to think of something he had missed when he had come downstairs. Did his breath smell bad? Were there lines on his face from his pillow? Oh my Ra, was there drool on his face? Slowly bringing his hand to wipe at his mouth, just in case, he smiled sheepishly. It didn't feel like there was any drool, so how had Yami known?

The man laughed and gestured to Yugi's clothes. "Your shirt's on inside out…and backwards."

Yugi squeaked and stood up immediately to fix it, knocking into Yami and making him spill his tea on his own shirt. He gasped, frozen, and there was silence in the room before Yami started laughing again. The smaller sighed, Yami wasn't mad.

"I guess we'll both have to take off out shirts then." Yugi blushed at the look Yami gave him and turned around.

"U-Um, I think I might have a shirt that'll fit you, I mean if you don't mind it that is."

Yami laughed again and nodded, even though Yugi couldn't see it. The boy was just too cute. "That will be fine." He grabbed the edges of his shirt, pulling it over his head, glad that the tea had only been lukewarm. "Do you mind if I throw this in your clothes washer?"

The smaller turned around and his blush immediately deepened. He shakily nodded his head and took the shirt that was being held out. Yami was half-naked in front of him and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the man's slightly ripped stomach. There were obvious signs that he worked out, but it didn't look like Yami cared much about whether or not he had a six-pack like other men.

Smirking lightly, it definitely helped his ego when he saw he was being admired. "I'm going to assume that the shirt you're going to let me borrow is in your room?"

Yugi jerked out of his daze and licked his lip lightly. "Uh, yeah…I'm-I'm just going to go, you know, put this in the wash."

Yami nodded and watched Yugi walk out of the room in a daze, his smirk widening when he heard a small thud and Yugi's light yelp of surprise as he ran into a wall. He shook his head and walked out of the room, seeing Yugi out of the corner of his eye rubbing his head slightly, and went up the stairs, remembering the way to Yugi's room.

A few minutes later and Yugi joined him, though Yami was disappointed to see that Yugi had already fixed his shirt. He smiled at the younger and waited patiently while he moved across the room to his closet.

Yugi quickly grabbed a shirt that was too big for him and pulled it out, throwing it over to Yami, who nimbly caught it. He stood nervously as the man put the shirt on and gave a small smile when his head poked through the top of it.

"How come you aren't at work?" Realizing how that must have sounded, Yugi quickly tried to correct himself. "It's not that I don't want you here of course! It's just I didn't know you got off so early."

"My shift ended. I started off earlier in the day so I could get here sooner." He winked and a new blush blossomed on Yugi's face.

After a moment of silence, Yugi walked to his desk and grabbed the puzzle pendant they had completed yesterday and put it around his neck by the new rope he had added before he had gone to bed. "So what do you want to do today?"

"I was thinking of maybe going to the movies."

Yugi blinked. That sounded like an actual date. Even though he didn't know any of the movies that were out right now, he nodded his head. "I like that idea."

"Good. Shall we go then?" Yami offered his arm and Yugi giggled, wrapping his own around it. They walked out of the room together and down the stairs to the game shop.

Sugoroku was dealing with a costumer and so Yugi just called out that he'd be back later as they left.

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Ryou puttered around the kitchen, taking way longer than he should have to make sandwiches. He just didn't want to look at the man leaning in the doorway. Why did he let himself keep kissing Bakura? It would only end in disaster. Men only want one thing and besides, Ryou would be leaving in just a week. There's no point in getting involved.

"You're stalling."

He stiffened and swallowed before shakily continuing in making the sandwiches. He grabbed a cup and filled it with water, taking a sip to calm himself and placing it on the table. Still, he finished way too quickly for his liking. He placed the two plates on the table and quickly sat down, filling his mouth with a bite so he'd have to avoid talking.

"You can't stay quiet forever." The sandwich on the other side of the table was ignored as Bakura moved to lean over the back of Ryou's chair.

Chills ran up and down his back and he chewed as slowly as possible before swallowing, immediately taking another bite.

Bakura chuckled and let out a puff of air through pursed lips, smirking at the small sound Ryou made when it hit the back of his ear. He watched as a blush traveled up Ryou's neck and the boy reached for his glass of water.

As Ryou leaned back after taking a drink, Bakura bent forward and wrapped his arms around him. His smirk widened to show his canines and he let his tongue flick out to touch the pulsing vein in Ryou's neck.

Ryou closed his eyes, trying to keep himself together, but he was fighting a losing battle. There were teeth on his earlobe, nibbling it gently, and hands that slid under his shirt to rest on bare skin. He let out a shaky breath and tried to lean away, but the mouth on his ear just followed his movement, going back down to his neck.

Bakura heard a moan as he sucked on Ryou's neck, and he took that as incentive to do more. His tongue licked the place where Ryou's neck and shoulder connect before he bit it, making sure it would leave a mark.

Clenching his teeth, Ryou felt himself unconsciously melting into Bakura. Even though it felt so right, he needed this to end. "Bakura, stop…"

It seemed like the man didn't hear, he just kept sucking and licking and his hands drifted farther up, lifting Ryou's shirt with it. Ryou whimpered, wishing that the logic of why he shouldn't do this with Bakura would just disappear. But it would only hurt more when he had to leave for America.

"Stop. Seriously, Bakura." He struggled again against the arms that were holding him once again, but Bakura just adjusted, sliding around until he was in front of Ryou. "Baku-mph!" He was cut off from trying to stop him by a mouth covering his own. Ryou quivered, but he had made up his mind that he wouldn't just play around.

Making this the last straw, he brought his hands up to Bakura's chest and shoved, making the man hit the table. The man just looked confused for a moment and Ryou would have thought it cute if he hadn't tried to approach again. Without thinking, he brought his hand up and across Bakura's face.

Everything froze. Ryou, still panting in his seat, not from anger or fear but from desire, stared up in shock at Bakura, who was holding his reddening cheek. Why did he have to do that? There were other ways to make the man stop! He had just hurt the one he loved and he couldn't take it back.

Tears pricked in his eyes and he reached a hand up to Bakura but he turned away, walking out of the kitchen. Ryou let his hand drop and stared after him for a moment before covering his mouth to muffle a sob.

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Bakura: I hate you.

Ryou: Ah! Why'd that happen?

SW: Sorry…I am merely a vessel for my words.

Bakura: Bullshit.

SW: Oh yeah! Hey! You guys should all check out my new story 'Yami Atemu'!

Marik: *rolling eyes* I think the title needs some work.

Yami: *smirk* I think it's just fine.

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