Love me so Tender
Back in Domino City Arc
A Chiba-kun and starrrrii story!

Hello everyone~! It has been a while, hasn't it? This chapter was really giving me a hard time since I really wanted to make the first chapter of the new arc to be as fluid as possible. You see, a lot of things are happening at the same time in this chapter and I did not want it to be that confusing.

Now, as per the question of ilovemanicures that might be the other readers' question as well, Bakura got back to Domino still looking like the thief king. So yeah, short hair and tan skin. But as the chapters go by, he would slowly look like what he did in Domino City- a sexy reflection of Ryou. ;3

While Chiba-kun's favorite moment was when Ryou lost his memories, my favorite moment is present in this arc. This arc is even more messed up that the Ancient Egypt one.

On the upside, Zorc would not be appearing anytime soon. After all, he was housed in Seth's body during the Ancient Egypt arc. I will not say when he's going to pop out but I can assure you that when he comes back, bad bad things would happen. 3 My only hint is the word "Yadonushi." 'Nuff said.

Making us say that we don't own YGO just pains us. Please don't make us say it. We have to? Curses. /Mojojojo.

Edit, November 22: Hey guys! I edited the sequence a little bit to make it a little more understandable. Apologies for the former editing. 3:

Chapter Warnings: Implied!Sexy Time in the bathroom

Chapter 36: Together.

Before he could even say anything else, Bakura felt something around him shift. The next thing he knew, Ryou was holding him and the environment around them had changed. He couldn't even begin to wonder where he was, but the voice that greeted him told the thief everything he needed to know. He could see Ryou above him, but that wasn't concerning at the moment. Bakura shifted quickly and stood up, only to lose his balance right away. For some reason, he felt much heavier than he should have. It was then that he finally took a good look at himself, starting with his hands. His skin was dark - just like it had been earlier - but something about this was all wrong. "Why do I still look like this?" He wondered aloud, sounding almost angry. "This isn't... why hasn't my body changed back?"

He stood up again. This feeling was absolutely bizarre! Bakura felt like he was way out of place, not just because of his clothing. How was it possible that a new body - no, his old body, one that hadn't been used in thousands of years - had suddenly appeared here? Was it just an illusion? I don't like this. The only memories he had of Domino City, he had always looked like Ryou. Looking like his past self now... it just felt so out of place. He glared at Marik, unfairly deciding to take his anger out on the Egyptian. "What happened at the Museum?" He demanded. Bakura had assumed that it was simply their minds or souls that were thrown into the world of memory, but maybe that wasn't that case. This is getting far too complicated, he decided.

Only a few seconds later, Bakura was back at Ryou's side, checking if he was okay. Yes, the thief was irritated that he had been forced back here before he could actually complete his plans, but somehow that was pushed out of his mind. He held Ryou close, waiting for a response from the boy before doing anything else. It was while they were in this position that Bakura noticed suddenly that Yuugi and the Pharaoh were back, too - with separate bodies, both dressed as they were in Egypt, and both ending up being in Ryou's home. This only ended up annoying Bakura further, but he stayed silent. All he did was glare at the spot where the other two were laying down.

He felt the thief's arms wrap around him so possessively that Ryou could not help but to simply lean on his side. He could feel the thief's obvious irritation for him and needless to say, he felt utterly sad that he was the one who caused the thief's distress. He looked at the thief, seemingly ready to explain himself but then again, Bakura looked as if he was in no mood to talk. He gasped when he saw Yuugi and the pharaoh appear in his living room, causing him to bury his face against the thief's chest. Yes, he had forgiven Yami for what he did in Egypt but at the same time, he just could not forget what happened that easily. Those fingers that were interlaced with the smaller boy's fingers, he could not help but feel at least jealous of their bond. True, the thief would sometimes show his tenderness when it came to Ryou but the thief had not made anything worth bragging about.

Marik frowned when he realized the white-haired boy's reactions. "You can... stay here for the night, Yuugi. I'll just... grab some sheets for you. I don't think that you'd be able to get home at this late hour," the boy said before yawning. Ryou did not look too happy to be back in Domino City when the Egyptian practically waited for hours on end for the two to return. "I'll fetch them the sheets. You two should rest," he whispered before grabbing a sack full of the Millennium Items before Atem could even look for the Millennium Puzzle.

When Ryou and Bakura reached their room, silence still fell between them. Although Ryou was honestly glad of being back in the safety of his home, he felt like a little kid who just blew something out of proportions. "I just wanted to..." he whispered before shaking his head. There was no use explaining to Bakura what he just did- he would never understand after all. "If you want to go back, then by all means... I'm not going to stop you in getting what you truly want. The pharaoh's downstairs. Kill him if you want. Kill Yuugi and Marik too if you're still not satisfied. Kill the whole neighborhood, light the house on fire, and simply go on a rampage in the city... I-I just feel too tired, Bakura."

Bakura remained silent for a long time, listening to Ryou before making any decision whatsoever. He was still mulling things over in his head, of course slightly clouded by anger, but he didn't say anything about it. After all, Ryou had only acted on impulse of what he had wanted, right? It wasn't out of spite. The boy was just doing what he thought was best for both of them, even though it wasn't necessarily the best thing to do. And he had even let Yuugi and the Pharaoh stay the night! They didn't deserve that sort of kindness, at least not from the thief's point of view, but he couldn't exactly kick them out now. Hell, he couldn't really do anything right now - even though he may have wanted to do everything Ryou had mentioned, Bakura was too drained to do so.

He glanced at the thief king before taking off the thief's robe and the loin cloth. He walked towards the closet, seeing the little division that he had created for the two of them. Bakura's clothes were all on the left while Ryou's clothes were all on the right. From the looks of it, Bakura needed new clothes to wear- seeing that he was obviously bigger in comparison to his previous body. Grabbing two shirts and two boxers as well, he gave one set to Bakura before sitting on the bed. "If you want to go around in a loin cloth, it's also fine with me too."

He took the clothing offered to him, frowning at it. In his other body, these clothes would have been a good fit, if not slightly big, but now... well, this particular shirt was large and baggy, so it actually fit fine. There wasn't really much else he could wear, though. That was a problem. Regardless of that, he dressed himself, finding it a little strange to be wearing this kind of thing with this body. It would take some adjustment, but it was nothing that the thief couldn't handle. What he couldn't handle now, though, was this tense air that they had suddenly created. He grits his teeth and sighed in aggravation. Everything had been going so well up until the point that Ryou had lost his memories! Bakura couldn't bring himself to think on why the boy had lost said memories; it was still painful for him. Why did it seem that every time things would work out for them, and they would get to a good place in their relationship, everything just fell apart? Even if it wasn't themselves screwing up, something always seemed to happen.

The boy was utterly confused with the way he was acting. He was the one who sent the thief back in his world, right? Then why was he still unhappy? Why was he still looking for something more? His gaze fell on the thief's emerald ring before looking away. "If you want to leave me... You may do so. I already told myself that I should not let you choose between me and you're goal. I knew that it would hurt knowing the answer, Kura... But I never knew that it would hurt this much," he whispered before crawling under the sheets.

He left one side of the bed vacant, almost as if screaming at the thief to stop being stubborn. His eyes were closed as the white-haired boy clutched on the sheets in order to stop himself from crying altogether. 'And as always... I know that he'd just leave... Probably steal something here and there or take a walk to clear his head... I just hate having to wait for him all the time,' he thought, not even noticing what the thief was doing. All he knew was that he was physically and emotionally drained. The marks on Ryou's neck were invisible now, as were the other marks on his body were also gone. Maybe it was because the dark lord's magic cleared all of the wounds or maybe it was because it had been 'too long' since the last time that they did it because they wanted to and not because their unsuppressed urges were not letting him do anything.

Bakura sighed and watched Ryou crawl into bed. The empty space beside his host did not go amiss, but despite how exhausted the thief was, he could not bring himself to join the boy. Not yet, anyway. He waited a while, simply watching Ryou as he settled in to rest. The thief's eyes never left his body. When he was sure that the boy was about to drift off, Bakura walked towards him and leaned over, kissing his temple. I told you that I'm not going to leave you. I couldn't, even if I wanted to. I... But he stopped his thoughts there, closing his eyes sadly. Suddenly, all his remaining energy was gone. He had intended to walk away, maybe take a walk or talk to Marik to set things straight, but now he just didn't have it in him anymore. So instead Bakura crawled into the bed so that he too could get some rest. He wanted so badly to stay irritated at Ryou, to stay away from him, but it seemed that his resolve and capacity for emotion were spent. The thief ended up shifting so that he was against Ryou's back, wrapping his arms around the nearly-asleep boy and pulling them close. He was so warm it was hard to focus on anything else but getting closer to that warmth.

"Say my name again..." he whispered to himself, trying to recall the soft voice Bakura had used when he would soothe the boy. Bakura's hands ended up resting on Ryou's stomach, underneath the fabric of his shirt; he buried his face in the boy's hair, breathing deeply and closing his eyes. "Ryou..." he whispered. It had been the boy's request to hear his name spoken by his darkness again, but the thief had said it unintentionally this time. The words had just spilled from his lips without his consent.

If only Marik knew that what he was fighting for was simply a memory devised by the keepers of the Ring.

Meanwhile, it just dawned on Yuugi just what was happening. Yuugi's eyes widened; visibly panicking. "We're in Bakura-kun's house!" He exclaimed, shaking his other self to try and wake him. He hoped that Atem brought them to this specific location entirely by accident, but didn't say anything past that. It only took another second for Yuugi to realize they weren't alone: Ryou, Bakura, and Marik were all there too, watching him. The boy swallowed nervously, looking back at them while still shaking Atem. "Umm... h-hey... w-wake up, please," he mumbled, mostly out of nervousness of what would happen next, but also because he was genuinely worried about whether or not Atem would even wake up.

After a few moments, the pharaoh stirred, only to find himself on an unfamiliar couch. He groaned before realizing that the obviously worried King of Games was trying to wake Atem up. Maybe it was because of the physical injuries that he had obtained, but Atem simply felt as if his whole life was taken away from him in an instant. However, when he would gaze into Yuugi's eyes, all of his pains were nothing compared to the intense love that he was feeling for the boy. "We're home love... I hope that you are happy now. I just want to fulfill your wishes, Yuugi. After all, I'm your love slave," he whispered. He was about to lean in for another kiss when he felt a blanket thrown on his lap. He glared, looking up at Marik who was obviously pissed at the pharaoh for simply being in the same house that he was in. "Try not to make too much noise, Idiots. Ryou's probably sleeping by now," he whispered before sighing. He disliked having to put up with this nice act even if he had expressed his utmost hatred for the pharaoh.

Yuugi smiled at his lover, wrapping his arms around his neck and snuggling in against him. He was still worried about what was going to come next, but for now, he was just glad that the Pharaoh had woken up - and even better, now he had his own body! This is going to be hard to explain to everyone,he thought, of course meaning his friends. "Of course I'm happy!" He whispered. Of course, Yuugi's voice was till raw because his throat still hurt. "But... I can't help but wonder what's going to happen. I'm not sure if I want to be in the same house as Bakura-kun and the Ring Spirit after all that happened..." And even what didn't happen. He wasn't sure if Ryou still had the conviction to kill him - but wait. Why is Bakura-kun even alive? Did something happen? He asked. All of this was just too much to handle.

It did not take long before they let sleep take over them. The sleep was surprisingly good and peaceful, at least it was in Atem's point of view.

The pharaoh yawned, looking at the smaller boy that was walking beside him, gripping on his hand. Atem knew that his lover would be apprehensive with showing their affections in public but he was not going to let anything stop him from holding Yuugi's hand. He was thankful though for Yuugi's grandfather had gone on one of his trips and would not be back until next week. At least they had that much time to explain what had happened to them. After all, Sugoroku's grandson was exclusively dating an ancient pharaoh. He looked at Yuugi and when he did not meet with the boy's eyes, he frowned. Yuugi just looked different without the Millennium Puzzle and unfortunately for them, Marik was heavily guarding the items when they woke up. He was actually shocked when he realized that he was still in his old body but then again, he preferred his own body instead of Yuugi's. It was not as if he did not want to have the one that was exactly Yuugi's shape but instead, he wanted to let Yuugi know that he was strong enough to protect him. The clothes were tight but it was nothing that Yami could not handle. They could always buy a new set of clothes for him or something. "I never noticed that you walked this far, Aibou," he whispered, trying to start a conversation with his partner.

Quite the contrary to what his Yami thought, Yuugi was quite alright with showing off their affections in public. The hand-holding made most of his worries go away and it generally cheered him up. But he knew that soon he would have to leave his other self for a while for school. But he pushed that thought aside for the time being. "Of course you didn't realize it. I was always the one walking to school! Half the time you were still asleep." He was overall just way too happy and cheery to feel the awkwardness radiating off of Atem come into him, but he did feel as if something was wrong. The boy couldn't put his finger on it though, so he decided to wait and see if the attitude persisted. If it did, then, well... he would ask. Anything as long as his lover was happy.

In truth, he hated being this awkward with Yuugi and this was with the boy not knowing what happened between him and the dark lord. He did not even know what he was thinking when he did that act with 'Seth' but then again, it was all because of the dark magic, right? His smaller half looked tired and sad- mostly worried about his white-haired friend. Atem knew that Yuugi had not forgotten about what had happened in Ancient Egypt but thankfully, the little gamer was willing to rest even for just a short while. "I'll see you after school, alright? I don't think I have anything better to do so I'd just watch over the game shop," he said before pulling Yuugi in a chaste kiss.

When the time finally came for them to part, Yuugi frowned sadly. "Yeah... I'll see you then. I... I'll still be able to talk to you, right? Through our minds?" He looked hopelessly optimistic, but somehow still a bit worried. If anything, that was what Yuugi feared the most: losing that mental connection with his other self. It was what had brought them together in the first place, so it was hard to imagine living without it now.

"Oh!" He added, before walking away from his partner. He kissed Atem on the cheek lightly and smiled at him. "If you can, come over here when I'm on a lunch break! You know when that is, right? I'm sure everyone will want to know you're here like this... and if you're not ready for that, well, then at least we can see each other!" He laughed cheerfully and gave a short wave before walking off into the school. Nothing could put him down at the moment - he was way too unreasonably happy, even in spite of all the worries he had about his partner and his friend. He wondered if Ryou was even going to come to school today.

After a small wave, the pharaoh walked towards the direction of his house and then it hit him. Maybe he could apologize to Ryou properly- or at least to Bakura. If the two would not accept his apology, then maybe he could talk to the thief about why Bakura hated him in the first place. 'Sounds like a plan' he thought before heading off to the Briton's house.

The boy groaned when he woke up, half expecting that he was already alone on the bed. He turned only to find himself meeting face to face with Bakura. He gasped in shock when he realized that the thief was awake- staring back at him. "Mhmm... M-Morning, " he whispered, looking away from those eyes. He was so used to being the one to wake up the thief king and just seeing that the thief awake like that was simply... shocking. He looked at the thief king before caressing his cheek. "A-Are you mad at me?" he asked, pulling the thief closer. Somehow, the warm covers that wrapped around them were making the scene somewhat more romantic than what it was already. He frowned before placing an arm around the thief's waist before smiling burying his head on the crook of the thief's neck.

"I love you..." he whispered, feeling as if it had been too long since the last time he talked to the thief like this. It had been too long since they just stayed in each other's arms and relaxed like this... It had been far too long since the last time that the boy did not feel rushed. Ryou bit his lower lip, trying his best to flash even the smallest of smiles but still, he was feeling too sad- too overwhelmed with the thief's emotions. They did not even talk about this last night and even if Ryou wanted to tell himself that the thief did not mind what he did, it was close to impossible to ignore those negative feelings. "Don't hate me..." he pleaded this time, gripping on the thief king's shirt as tight as he could.

For a long time now, Bakura had been awake, watching Ryou sleep. He himself was restless, but nonetheless he stayed in bed so as not to accidentally wake Ryou up. They both needed their rest, but the thief king's mind was working too quickly already. There was no chance he would be able to get to sleep again, so he had just remained quiet and tried to soothe Ryou every time he showed signs of unease in his sleep. Unfortunately, that had been quite often. But he was awake now, and Bakura pulled him just that little bit closer as Ryou pulled him the same way. He pushed the boy's bangs out of the way and placed a small kiss on his forehead, not saying a word. He was smiling, though just barely, until Ryou started to plead with his Yami to not hate him. Bakura closed his eyes. He hated it when his host spoke like that, because he had said, time and time again, that he didn't hate Ryou and didn't think he could.

Ryou did not know why but he was feeling as if the thief was slowly slipping away from him even if he was merely centimeters away from him. He sighed and was about to plant a kiss on the thief's lips when the door suddenly burst open revealing a frantic Marik in a blue uniform.

"W-We're going to be late, Ryou! The pharaoh and Yuugi left early this morning to head off to school as well and if we don't leave for school soon, then we-" the blonde immediately widened his eyes when he noticed that the thief and his host were locked in a tight embrace. The Egyptian simply closed the door again, muttering something about how the two could not keep their hands off of each other.

Having Marik burst in on them like that was irritating, to say the very least. Why do we even need to keep him around? He's served his purpose... and it's not like it did us much good.Maybe if they had waited longer, or had just kept things simple and killed the Egyptian off to begin with, things wouldn't be falling apart like this. They never would have gone back to ancient Egypt and could have continued things as they were - or, better yet, be past this point now and already have done what they had set out to do. But even that seemed far-off in the way that Bakura wasn't even sure what it was they had wanted in the first place anymore. Besides, having Marik around was cutting into their time alone - like now - to do whatever they felt like doing. He popped in at unpredictable points, always, as it seemed, at the most inconvenient of times.

He sat up a few minutes later, still feeling out of it. He ran a hand through his hair, deducing that he wanted to take a bath- either that or simply flop back down the bed and sleep. In truth, the second option looked highly promising. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before closing them entirely. 'If he asks me to stay, I could and I would but knowing him... He would just tell me 'go to school Yadonushi. I'd be here when you get back' and stuff like that. Stupid Yami...' Ryou thought to himself, momentarily forgetting that a mind link was established between them. In truth, he hated being this way, acting like a giddy teenager in love for the very first time. But that's the thing- that's what he is. This was his first relationship- with an Ancient Spirit of all people. He took one more look at his Yami, before shaking his head.

'What was I expecting? A cliché moment where he would suddenly pull me in his arms? Tell me he loves me and that I should stay with him instead of leaving? Yeah right, like Bakura would do that. He said it himself... He would not change- not even for me.' With one last lingering look, the white haired boy pulled the sheets from him and hopped off the bed. Screw being late, he wanted a bath.

The thief listened in mild amusement at the thoughts pouring through their link now. He still didn't like that sort of thought, because now he felt like he had to protest Ryou going to school, or if he did, that he was just giving into what the boy wanted without putting up a fight. Truth be told, he really didn't want Ryou to go to school, both out of concern for him and his own selfish desires (that and the fact that the spirit had never really seen the benefit of Ryou going to school, as the knowledge he was gaining wouldn't be of any use once the world came crashing down around him). Bakura would much rather have his Yadonushi at home, with him, where nothing else could happen to him. In a way, he wanted to throw the boy back into his soul room, lock him in there so that he could remain blissfully unaware of all the tragic things that could happen to him in everyday life. He wanted to hide the boy, but knew that wasn't possible. It would end up driving both of them insane.

The white-haired boy sighed, submerging himself in water to the point that only his eyes were showing. He wondered if Bakura hated not talking to him as much as Ryou did. The thief was not exactly as talkative as he was when it came to those kinds of things anyway. Bakura put his mind into work half of the time- to the extent that he implied most of the things that he wanted to say. In truth, it left the boy bewildered half of the time but then again, Ryou could not complain that much. Such were the makings of a thief, right? When Ryou had to come up for a fresh breath of air, the door suddenly slammed open only to reveal a rather amused thief king. The white-haired boy blinked, noticing that he had a somewhat smaller built now compared to what he was a while ago while his tan skin looked paler actually. Also, his hair looked as if it was slowly growing up to his shoulders. 'Maybe it's just the lighting in the bathroom,'he dismissed before flashing a smile towards his direction. He did not want to continue with this little cold war between the two of them.

He didn't move or speak as Ryou got up to go into the bath, just watched. After a time, he got up out of bed too and walked into the bathroom. Typical of him to just walk in there without even considering that his Hikari may want some privacy. When he got there, the boy was already in the bath. Bakura grinned down at him, leaning in to kiss him. He was connected to Ryou for only a second before stopping and pulling away. A curious expression had come over his face and he placed his palm on it, the other one onto Ryou's forehead. "You're warm," he said. He knew it was probably the bathwater but Ryou hadn't been in long enough for the heat to affect him that greatly. The thief laughed and pulled away, crossing his arms in front of Ryou. "Getting sick, Yadonushi? You can't go to school like that. Besides, you look exhausted. I can't let you go out in this state." He dipped his hand in the water, playfully splashing Ryou a little bit just to tease him. Bakura wanted so badly to remain angry, but seeing Ryou like this and knowing how he was feeling right now... something about it just made the thief feel oddly pleased. He actually felt playful, which was a good sign for both of them.

Ryou soon got his wish when he felt Bakura's lips on his. He whimpered slightly when the thief pulled away, looking up at him. Suddenly, he felt a palm press against his face, trying to check his temperature of some sorts. Oddly enough, he did not feel the least bit sick. If not, he felt as if he was in the best condition (save for darkening of his skin from their trip in Egypt). "I don't feel warm at a-" he coughed when he felt the water splash against his face, glaring at Bakura somewhat. Seriously, what was up with Bakura and his water-play fetish? Whatever it was, the boy was seriously tickled with interest when it comes to fulfilling Bakura's innermost fantasies. He grinned, standing up before snatching the clothes from his body. He grazed his fingertips against the thief's hips before pulling him closer. "Aren't you playful in the morning," he whispered, his warm breath hitting the thief's neck bit. With a loud splash, Ryou pulled the thief king inside the tub as well, the water dispensing to the floor somewhat flooding the bathroom.

Ryou's hands tangled with the thief king's hair, his pale back pressing against the wall. Sweet sounds of his voice fleeted through the air as skin kept grazing against skin. The water around them was lukewarm but Ryou's cheeks were deep red in shade as he pushed Bakura against the wall this time. More sounds came from their lips; Ryou gripping on Bakura as if his life depended on it. The boy's face was contorted that one look at him, people would immediately recognize what they were doing. However, he buried his face on the crook of the thief's neck, simply groaning and moaning at the friction. When he couldn't think that it was possible, Ryou's grip suddenly tightened around the thief's shoulder, tilting his head so that their lips would press against each other in an awkward kiss. Muffled sounds came from the two white-haired lovers, echoing around the room. Most of the water had been dispensed out of the tub but they did not stop what they were doing- if not, they simply increased their tempo. Ryou had to pull back for a fresh breath of air, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

Maybe some of the thief's personality had truly rubbed off on him after all. He could read Bakura's emotions loud and clear- to the point that he was already overwhelmed by them. Bakura's firm yet gentle hands would profess his love for the boy in the most unique ways and the boy would respond with the same gestures of his lips. Both of them knew which buttons to push when it comes to each other, knowing which spots would make their lover scream in utmost delight. Ryou's nails dug in the thief's shoulders, indicating that he was getting near the peak, eyes wide open as he stared at the thief's eyes with much conviction. Usually, Ryou would have his eyes shut now but he wanted to maintain the eye contact with the thief king. He knew how Bakura enjoyed seeing him all flustered and as of now, Ryou's eyes were sparkling in delight. It mirrored his innocent soul, betrayed by the fact that he enjoyed this so. He could feel almost taste the fruits of his labor, just in his reach for the picking when the door slammed open again only to reveal a very flustered Egyptian boy.

"Ryou! The pharaoh's downstairs! What should I-" Marik blinked when Ryou's scream resonated in the room. His throat hurt and yet, it was the only way to release the tension that he was feeling. When the white-haired boy realized that Marik was actually in the room- staring at them- Ryou tried his best to hide in the thief's arms, looking away from the Egyptian.

His face was beet red- knowing what just happened. 'And he heard me... Oh gods,' he thought before pressing against Bakura even more. Marik immediately shut the door tight, running to the living room where the pharaoh sat.

It hadn't been hard for the thief king to get caught up in the heat of the moment. Even though he hadn't been making too much of a pass at Ryou (which would be an obvious lie if he were to outright state that), he had never expected to be pulled into the bath with him so forcefully like that. Not that he was complaining in the least, because it was a much-needed distraction from his thoughts and he genuinely did enjoy these little sessions - maybe a bit too much. So it was no surprise how angry he was when Marik had simply barged in on them like that without knocking. They were in the bathroom! What the hell did he think he was doing?

For a few moments, the world seemed to stand still. Ryou had crawled into his arms and Bakura was just glaring openly at Marik, looking enraged beyond belief. The Egyptian was wise to back out of the room like that, that was for sure. I mean it, Ryou. Let me kill him. I'm sick of him bursting in on us like this.He may have been overreacting a little bit, but in his defense, the thief never really liked Marik much in the first place, and he truly was a huge inconvenience for them, especially when they were getting this intimate. He had been in a great mood earlier, for no real reason other than having some alone time with Ryou, but now he was just irritated again. And hearing that the Pharaoh was here was just making it worse.

After cleaning themselves and the bathroom up, Bakura led Ryou downstairs to face the Pharaoh. His normal glare was already set on his features, showing just how obviously displeased he was at the moment. "This had better be good, Pharaoh," he spat, sitting down and pulling Ryou to him so that the boy was on his lap. He didn't care how possessive he may have looked; it made him feel more secure knowing that the Pharaoh couldn't touch his Yadonushi while the boy was in his arms. Even when he spoke, Bakura was tracing small patterns on the boy's skin through his shirt. It was plain to see that he was tensing up with every spoken word, though.