Chapter 2 "Uninvited."

Author notes: Well hey, Bio's boring and I really didn't feel like learning about *dramatic voice* THE GREAT YELLOWSTONE FIRE! So I figured I'd crank out most of what I could of this chapter. Okay, just so no one asks, Malik Ishtar/Yami Malik are both flipping psychos that make Pegasus look like a cry-baby and a worse temper than Yami Bakura, correct? ^_^; It's my lovely talent of paraphrasing… Please review, those reviews are the one thing that keep me going! Other than that and the fact you'll all kill me if I don't update…

Oh! One more thing…someone asked why Bakura AND Yami are both going to Domino high school and learning … well I really don't have a good explanation for that, just … uh… well there's no real other reason other than I just felt like it. Just humour me…it works better for the story arc if they're both…well…separate from their lights. Thanks to the Queen of Curses for that juicy little bit of info on Malik! I seriously wouldn't peg him as the one to…well, have a hobby quite like that. A thanks also goes out to Crystalline Maxwell for the background information on Malik, I really appreciate it!

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After our adventure in the basement, Yami and Yugi began to live, along with Sugoroku Motou (Yugi's grandfather) with Ryou and myself. Yugi joked that if the two of us wanted to share a room, it could be the one in the basement. Needless to say, Yami and myself weren't laughing too hard at that joke. Instead, our room was my room, with Ryou's down the hall and Yugi's right beside it. Like Ryou, I was glad to have someone else in this massive house. It felt lively, and wasn't the tense atmosphere it was with just Ryou and myself.

At the moment, Yami, Yugi and Ryou had gone out to get groceries, leaving me to my own devices. I love how they decide to leave when I'm in the shower. Some things will never change. After finishing my shower, I changed into a black muscle shirt and black jeans. Walking through the labyrinth that was my home (again, does it not seem utterly pathetic that I got lost at SCHOOL?), going to the entertainment centre. Not five minutes after sitting down, the doorbell rang. "Fuck," I cursed, getting up and sprinting to the front door. "If you're one of those flipping salesmen—" I stopped in mid-sentence as my eyes locked with a pair of deep violet orbs. "Malik…well just as bad, I suppose."

Not at all effected by my remark, Malik stayed expressionless. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, boots, and that purple sleeveless hoodie that showed off his tanned muscular arms. His wrists and arms were adorned with golden bands, two on each arm. "Aren't you going to invite me in, Bakura?" he asked, his violet eyes flickering with an unknown intent. "It would be the nice thing to do, Bakura." The way Malik purred my name caused me to fight the strong urge not to shiver.

"But why would I let a murderer in my house? It's just not smart," I countered, allowing my old temper to flare.

Malik's eyes flickered with anger for a moment, but then returned to their normal, confident state. "You're one to talk, Bakura. You know that you are, if not just as bad, as I am. Don't play that crap with me. You're not fooling anyone. I can tell that inside, deep inside you, you haven't changed one little bit," Malik said, his voice slow, husky, and deliberate. The slight alarm that washed over me must have been evident in my eyes. "Invite me in," he commanded.

"Come in," I conceded, stepping back to let Malik in. "But you're not staying for very long." At this, Malik merely laughed. "It's nice to know that you take me seriously."

"Oh, I do take you seriously, Bakura. Well, I did," Malik replied, walking into the house, brushing past me. I closed the door and raised an eyebrow. "I did take you seriously before you let your light turn you into this…mushy mess."

I bristled defensively. "I am not a mushy mess. And just who the hell do you think you are just randomly appearing again making assumptions on my life?"

Malik raised an eyebrow. "I see you've also contracted PMS." His lips curled into a smug smirk and I resisted the urge to smack him. "But I didn't come here to discuss your health."

"Oh really?" I asked sarcastically, folding my arms. "Just what did you come for?"

"You."

I stared at him blankly. "Excuse me?"

Malik's expression didn't change, if there even was one to begin with other than that infuriating smirk. "I won't lie to you. You're the reason I came to this dismal place. You've got something I want."

Again, he could not be more ambiguous. Then again, with the way this conversation was going, I wouldn't put it past Malik to leave me with some weird-ass prophecy that foretells me getting a ranch of cattle…or was that his sister, Isis? Sometimes this guy could be two fries short of a happy meal. "As… flattered as I am that you made the trip for me, you're going to have to spell this one out. I don't follow psycho-speak as well as I used to."

"Your insults have also gotten pretty lame," Malik answered, moving closer to me. I backed into the door, and cursed inwardly. I didn't like the way this was going. "But I will spell this out for you, Bakura. Only because I wish to see how you react." His hands planted themselves firmly on my hips, his lips slightly brushing my earlobe. This time I shivered, and shut my eyes tightly. "Oh no, open your eyes. I want to see them." Finding this not only freakishly odd, but very uncomfortable, I did as I was told reluctantly, and stared into his violet eyes.

"If you know me as well as you claim to, then you should know I'm impatient," I said, wishing at that moment as my hand rested on the doorknob, that it would swing out, not inwards. "I hate surprises."

"Well then," Malik said slowly, brushing his lips again against my earlobe, and tightening his grip on my hips, "this shouldn't come as a surprise to you then. What you expected me to come for, is not what is the truth. Sometimes Bakura, you have to look at what's right in front of your face."

"That sure sounds like a clear answer," I drawled sarcastically. Cutting me off from the other half of my rebuttal was Malik's lips pressed against mine. I couldn't deny there was some sort of shock as he kissed me, pressing me harder against the door. As he broke the kiss, I glared at him. "What the hell was that for?"

"To show you what I want," Malik whispered, running a hand through my hair and down my face. I went to bite his fingers that danced around my lips, but Malik's reflexes were sharp. "Ah, ah," he warned, waving his index finger. Pulling me away from the door, Malik opened it and walked out. "Oh, and Bakura…"

"What…?"

"Your love won't survive." With that, Malik walked down the pathway and to a black car, which sped off. I closed the door with a loud *slam* and glared at pretty much everything in the house. Looking back at the door I noticed that I had cracked the door when I slammed it. Shrugging, I went back to the entertainment centre. What Malik said before he left both confused and interested me.

Your love won't survive…what the hell was that supposed to mean? I contemplated it and realised with a start that he must have meant Yami and I… the anger swelled inside me as I thought through this. How in the living hell would he know that? The bastard was in no position to go around saying shit like that to me. I clenched and un-clenched my fists, digging my nails further into the palms of my hands. There's nothing I hated more than someone making decisions on my life. I make my own decisions, and no one can pass judgement on that because quite frankly, I don't give a shit.

But there must have been something to his words; or else he wouldn't have said them. Malik maybe a nutcase, but he won't say something unless there's some truth to them. It made me ponder though, what Malik knew that I didn't. The more I thought about it, the more the 'impending doom' feeling consumed me. Growling, I smacked the couch with my fist, hearing a 'whump'. It was quickly frustrating me and I didn't like it at all. Did he mean that Yami and I couldn't work things out? That our personalities were too different? Could we not move past what had happened all those millennia ago and be…happy?

Then again, fate always showed me that I could never be happy. Or that it just loved screwing me over more times than I could dare to count. "This is ridiculous," I said finally, grabbing one of the many remote controls. I stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out if this was the TV remote, or the DVD one. Randomly, I pressed a button and the huge big screen TV turned on. "I hate modern technology…" I couldn't focus however, on the program on TV, as my mind wandered back to Malik. "Damn you, Ishtar," I muttered. "Damn you for infesting my mind…"

I must have been zoned for a long time as I jumped fifteen feet in the air as Yami put his hands on my shoulders. "You're really engrossed in that show, aren't you?" Yami questioned lightly, sitting down beside me. When I didn't respond, Yami's eyebrows knitted together. "Bakura, did you hear me?"

Nodding, I cleared my throat, making sure my voice was still there. "Yeah…the show's not that interesting though…but you have to wonder how someone can spend who knows how many years standing in evening gowns and touching a square screen to reveal letters?"

Ryou blinked. "Is this what you ponder when no one's home? I knew you were a little eccentric, Yami, but I didn't think you were this bad."

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. "Quiet, you. It's just puzzling to me, that's all. How a mortal woman can stand there like some sort of ornament and do it for over ten years." I held up a hand. "Never mind, just forget I said anything." Ryou shook his head ruefully and went down the hall with Yugi to the kitchen number…was it 1 or 4? I don't remember.

Yami took off his jacket and cracked his knuckles. I leaned forward and rested my chin on my palms. Suddenly, I felt Yami's hands massaging a crick in my neck. "You're tense," Yami said absently, as he kneaded the knots. I moaned slightly, relaxing as his slender fingers attacked the pressure points. "What's gotten you so…uptight, Bakura?"

I closed my eyes, just letting the feeling of relaxation wash over me. "I've just been brooding, that's all. It's nothing really important," I lied with ease, idly contemplating how easy it had now become to lie again.

"Well, it's got to be something if it's making you this tense," Yami countered, as he gently kissed my neck.

"Really, love, it's nothing," I persisted, taking his hand and kissing it gently. "Now quit being such a little nagging bitch about it."

Yami laughed and kissed my neck again. "Not the subtle one are you, Bakura?"

I rolled my eyes. "Subtlety never worked for me."

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Long after Yami was asleep, I laid awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I felt dirty, dirty for letting Malik kiss me, and I felt … guilty for lying to Yami. Turning my head slightly, I saw his peaceful sleeping figure. Getting up silently, I grabbed a shirt from the dresser and put it on, opening the sliding doors to go on the balcony. "I don't like being toyed with," I said quietly, my voice lowering and filling with the hate that had once consumed me. "I don't like being jerked around, no one does that to me. No one plays with me."

Well things aren't going to go your way this time.

I spun around and looked around wildly for the voice. "What the hell? Who is that?" I demanded in a hushed voice, careful not to wake Yami.

I think you already know who this is, Bakura.

"Malik…" I almost hissed the name. "What do you want…and I want a freaking answer this time, you bastard."

With an attitude like that, I think I'll just play this game some more. Bakura…how the mighty have fallen…

"I have no time to be trading cliché's with you, Malik," I hissed, clenching my fists. "You won't be getting your hands on Yami. You won't get him."

My dear, lovely Bakura…whoever said I wanted Yami?

My eyes widened and my mind raced at what he could mean. "What…you're lying to me. You have to be here for Yami. There's no other reason you'd come all the way to Egypt to here other than him."

I think, Bakura, you're going to have…a change of heart before this is over.

Clenching my fists, I was about to utter a rebuttal that would surely shut him up, but I could feel his presence no longer. Just as I was about to go back inside, a Duel Monsters card fluttered to my feet. "What the hell?" I bent over and picked the card up, my eyes widening as I saw what it was. "Change of Heart…"

-TBC-

Author's notes: It's my birthday as I post this (September 26) and the beginning of my Yami's rampage on this fic. ^_^ Please review and thanks for the support! Peace!