You know what, there are always all these Bakura getting killed by Yami Bakura fanfics. What if Yami Yugi was like that and....HEY Put down those tomatoes! It's just a what if, what are you gonna do with that?! Hey Back Off, ok, ok, I'll be good!

But I mean, poor Bakura, everyone always picks on HIM, it's always Bakura getting beaten up, the poor thing! I bet you're waiting for me to say I hate it....YEAH RIGHT, jeez what do you think this fic is gonna be like? What do you take me for? PG-13 for violence and language. And honestly, I have no idea where this story is heading, I just type as I go.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh but I do own the rights to the name Akei ^^

/Yugi to Yami/
//Yami to Yugi//
[Bakura to Yami Bakura]
{Yami Bakura to Bakura}

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"Pathetic."

"P-please don't..."

"Begging again?"

"Y-yes..."

The last thing Bakura saw was his face double over in pain and blood spilling on his bedroom's carpet. He sunk back as far as he can into a corner of his room, trying to fight back tears of agony and just waiting for another strike of his yami. His eyes closed shut as he felt being jerked off the ground-

"Bakura? Hey Bakura, you ok?"

Bakura blinked a few times and saw Yugi staring worriedly at him. The silver-haired boy glanced around at his surroundings. The classroom. How did he get here? What happened to his bedroom? "....Yeah...I think...what time is it...?"

"Class is over Bakura. You slept the last five minutes, I saw the teacher stare at you but I guess she decided to ignore the fact that you look like crap."

"Do I really look that bad...?"

"Um...well...yeah....Anyway, you wanna come hang my Grandpa's shop? Joey is already heading over there, he said he would meet me."

'Civilization...' "Yeah, sure Yugi, let's go."

"Great!"

******
The two boys headed into the Turtle Game Shop, Joey sitting on a stool staring at the ceiling. "Hey Yug, hey Bakura."

"Hey Joey," they said in unison.

"Heh, Gramps got some more cards in...look at this, I got those Magical Hats you have Yugi."

"Cool Joey.."

Bakura just remained silent, brain lashing himself to try and figure if he dreamed everything in the classroom, or maybe he was in his soul room and Yami Bakura tried killing him again.

****** -Bakura PoV-
What's happening to me? God my head feels like crap...I need sleep....just a little nap...Yugi won't care.... "Hey Yugi?"

"Yeah Bakura?" He looked curiously at me.

"Can I just take a small nap on your couch....?"

"Uh...sure, I guess. You sure you're feeling ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm just tired." I dismiss him and walk into his living room, collapsing on the couch into a deep sleep.

******
Yami Bakura yanked Bakura off the ground cruelly and glares with bloodshot eyes at him. The boy whimpers as his body is thrown into the wall violently, yet his yami still had hold to his shirt's collar. "Why did you have to get the ring?! You're so pathetic and useless!" Another pulling back on Bakura and them ramming him into the wall again.

"Yami....please....just leave me alone....."

"Shut up!!"

A fist locked in sight of Bakura's mouth, when it pulled back after impact...blood was leaking down from it and off of the boy's chin. "Y-Yami......s-stop...."

"When do you freaking learn?!"

Bakura cried out again as he was thrown to the ground and a foot contacted into his ribs. As he curled into as tight a ball he could, blood was being coughed up and thrown to a pool of the red liquid besides his strands of hair. When more began to be choked up, Bakura found that his hair was being tinted in a dark red from his small pool growing and flowing across the floor.

[Yami...s-stop....]

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{What's your problem now?!}

[....S-top..........] Bakura responded weakly, not realizing he wasn't 'dreaming anymore'.

{What the hell you runt, stop what?!}

Bakura groaned and sat up on the couch, pulling his legs to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Yugi and Joey were nowhere to be seen, well actually...a note on a table besides the boy caught his eye.

"-Went to the arcade, we let you sleep longer instead of waking you, you still look like crap. Grandpa is in the shop if you need him. -Yugi."

'Great...'

{Will you freaking answer me already?!}

[W-what...?]

Getting ticked, Yami Bakura emerged from the ring, grabbing Bakura off the couch and off his feet.

[No....not again....] Bakura was too weak to keep to a private link...so all his thoughts went through the mental link. Yami Bakura continued roughly gripping his hikari's shirt but just stared at him, almost shaken.

'What the hell is he talking about? I haven't hit him in almost two weeks...'

He shook his head and pulled back a fist, ready to strike yet still stalling.

[No.....it's all happening again....soon I'll be on the floor ontop a pool of blood...my hair red.....not again....] Bakura shut his eyes, pain surging through his body, and it was the same pain he had in his "dream". Yami Bakura blinked when a small cut formed from Bakura's cut and down to his chin.

"Hey kid....what the hell...?"

"See ya Joey!" Yugi came running into the living room and stopping dead in his tracks with an added glare.

'Oh shit...' Yami Bakura thought as he looked between Yugi and Bakura (who seemingly look unconscious).

/Yami...get out here....now..../

//Why, what's wrong Yugi..?//

/Your best friend is here./

Yami didn't need anymore to question, he materialized besides Yugi in an instant, glaring at Yami Bakura and walking over to him, looking at Bakura for a moment. The other yami just blinked, but never dropping his hikari. "What the hell are you doing here?! And what did you do to Bakura?!"

He blinked again and threw Bakura down on the couch (who snapped awake from the impact). Yami Bakura turned to Yami. "Hey, for once I didn't do anything," he hissed.

Yami looked at Bakura and pointed, turning his head to the other yami. "Then where did that cut come from?!"

Bakura and Yugi just watched them, Bakura half wanting to stand up to...someone.

"I'd like to know the same thing..." Yami Bakura stared over at Bakura who froze.

"Liar."

"Use your magic Pharaoh and find out, I'm not lying on this matter," he snapped back sternly.

Yami sighed and looked to Yugi who nodded and backed up slightly as Yami closed his eyes, the third eye glowing on his forehead. He grunted when it vanished and opened his eyes to see Yami Bakura tapping his foot, arms crossed over his chest.

/Well...?/

//He's telling the truth....He didn't give Bakura that cut...//

/But how-/

//I don't know....//

"Well?"

"I hate to admit it, you were right."

Yami Bakura sneered satisfied as Bakura stood up. "Yugi...I'm going home...I need a shower...."

Yugi looked over to his friend, who was already walking out...with or without his yami. "Alright...just-"

"-just be careful," Yami finished for his aibou.

/That's the second time you've cut me off within five minutes.../

//Sorry.//

Yugi sighed as he realized BOTH Bakuras were gone from the house.

******
Bakura trudged in a slow pace along the sidewalk towards his home, not trying to hurry. He had thought he had gotten away from his yami for a little while at least, not realizing his other was glaring at his back behind him. He sure noticed when Yami Bakura made only a slight hissing sound....Bakura spun around and fell over, shaking with fear as his yami blinked at him. His eyes narrowed, so he might get hit later for his next actions...but right now Bakura could care less. He stood off the ground and glared at his yami. "Leave. Me. The. Hell. Alone!"

Another blink of surprise.

Bakura grunted and wiped the crusted blood from his face.

"Where did you get that cut anyway...?"

"None. Of. Your. Business." Each word he said, Bakura spat out at his yami, who wasn't entirely acting normal himself. When he didn't receive another question, Bakura turned swiftly and ran towards his house in which he was almost there anyway.

He entered the dreary home and tried making it up the stairs to the bathroom, but forcefully, Yami Bakura grabbed his arm and whirled the boy around who began crying instantly. "I'm sorry I spat! Please, not anymore, not anymore! DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!" Bakura broke from his yami's tight clench and shriveled low to the ground, arms over his head waiting for more impact though he begged...but that normally results to more pain for talking back. When a few minutes had passed, Bakura slowly opened one eye, and not fully, but enough to see his yami just standing there confused.

"What are you talking about....? I haven't HIT you for over two weeks!"

Bakura cringed and trembled, closing his eye again, his mind half fading out of existence as it slipped from reality.

******
Bakura was pulled from his collection of blood. He would have fallen back to the ground if his yami weren't holding him up by the neck. An Egyptian curse left Yami Bakura's mouth and at the same time a knee hit upright into Bakura's stomach, sending him collapsing back into his blood and adding more to it. By now you could fill a twenty-four ounce jar with all of the liquid he had lost so far.

"Done talking finally...?" He hissed down at the boy. Bakura's sweater was now newly dyed as well as his jeans, but only the half dunked in his red fluid was the dyed material.

"......Y-y-yes...."

"No. I think not."

Bakura mentally cursed for even answering.

Again he was pulled up, not by the neck this time though, but by his silver hair. The yami smirked and threw Bakura across his room into a table, knocking it and a lamp on it over onto him. Yami Bakura followed over and stared down at the boy, a sneer planted across his pale face. "Now are you done?"

This time Bakura remained silent, figuring if he answered, more agony would fall over his broken body. Yeah. Right.

"ANSWER ME?!" The yami stormed like a beast, a lion stalking his pray and he picked up the table and lamp from Bakura and slammed them down harder on the weakling who wriggled below. He squealed in a low pain until his voice strained so much until he fell under the spell of unconsciousness.

******
Back to reality.

Bakura trembled once more before his arms and legs went limp and he fell over the stairs, unconscious.

Yami Bakura blinked, he hadn't DONE anything, what the hell was wrong with the runt?! The one thing he'd never thought he would do, was about to happen. Calling Yami and Yugi. The yami sighed and raised to walk from the stairs to the nearest phone in the kitchen (leaving Bakura on the stairs). He picked it up, hearing the dial tone and looking at a piece of paper on the counter with phone numbers. With a single finger he scanned until it said 'Yugi' and he dialed.

"Hello?"

It was Yugi.

"Anyone there...?"

'Damn what do I say...?'

"Umm...do you have the wrong number...?"

'Arg...'

"Oh well..." The phone at the other end clicked.

"Damn," he cursed and dialed again.

******
The phone rang again just as Yugi was moving away from it. He looked over and grumbled and then remembered about a caller ID thing they had just gotten. He ran over the small device and it read off Bakura's number and the name below 'Bakura'. "OH! It's Bakura!" With those three words, Yami came into the room and watched Yugi pick up the phone. "Hello? Bakura, are you ok?"

"........" The other line.

"Bakura, are you there? Has your yami hurt you??"

"This IS his yami."

"..........."

"Yugi, what's wrong?" Yami came up next to his hikari.

"Um...hold on a minute," Yugi said into the phone before covering a hand over it to talk to Yami. "It's not Bakura, it's his yami!"

"Let me see that..."

Yugi handed over the phone as Yami talked into it. "What do you want?"

".....Advice...."

Yami paused for a minute. "On what...?"

"What to do if someone goes unconscious."

"Hold please." Yami looked over at Yugi, covering the phone. "What do you do if someone goes unconscious?"

"Um...make sure their pulse is ok....make sure they don't have a fever...um....put a cold cloth on their heads and keep them laying on a semi-flat surface. But why does he want to know?"

"Good question..." Yami picked up the phone again. "Why do you need to know anyway?"

"That's none of your business."

Yami sighed and told him what Yugi said and was about to question him again when the dial tone was his only answer.

******
Yami Bakura walked away from the phone after hanging it up, heading back towards the stairs to lift Bakura off of them. Where the sudden urge to help the weakling came from, he has no idea. ((A/N: Neither do I o.O I'll figure it out...))

He found a cloth thrown carelessly besides the sink and had wet it with cold water, just like Yami said before walking back to where he had lay Bakura on a couch. He placed the cloth on the boy's head and sat himself in a chair, glaring at his hikari.

******
Bakura lay still as it seemed his yami had left him, for now. He groaned and tried to move, but was only able to push the table and lamp off him. 'What did I ever do to him to deserve this...?'

He reached an arm up to grab onto something to pull him up and instead got a hand that pulled him. At first he was grateful to the hand, until he saw who it was....

"Y-Yami...!"

"I thought I put you out of commission?!" He yelled, taking the boy's arm and pulling it around his back until he heard a crack.

Bakura fell limply to the ground, once his yami had dropped him at least. His right arm was now broken, left one about to follow a new wound. The yami kneeled by his hikari, taking out a pocket knife he had found in a bathroom drawer. In one swift motion, the blade moved and a large cut opened up in Bakura's left arm...

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I'M SORRY BAKURA!!!! So much pain in one fic....what the hell urged me to type this?! Oh well. Let's see...I'm writing five fics at one time, all for Yu-Gi-Oh! Sad...oh well, again, when an idea pops up, you just gotta type what the hands type! As a friend (**Cough** Englasu, read her fics, they rule!) tells me, "I just do what the little voices tell me to do."