Okay the YAOI status is thus

YAOI: 3
Straight: 2

Right, let me explain that this ain't the final result, you've probably got the one more chapter until the voting stops. ^_~

Ryou released Bakura only to have him spin round and aim to punch him; Ryou ducked down and brought his leg round underneath Bakura's effectively bringing him to the ground. Placing a foot on his chest, even when his Yami's hands grabbed his ankle, he didn't move it. "I seem to remember me binging in a similar position to this, don't you?" Ryou's face was emotionless.

"I'll show you," was all his Yami said as he continued to struggle with Ryou's ankle.

"Oh please Bakura not this again," Ryou whined rolling his eyes, "you've said something along those lines about three times now and it is really beginning to annoy me." Bakura growled at this statement yet, undaunted, Ryou continued, "All three I've had the upper hand and yet you keep trying to show off with all your high talk."

-Tell me

-Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?

Bakura stopped thrashing for a sec and actually considered what his Hikari said, 'Stupid! He is wrong, I am not weak"' was Bakura's stubborn thought.

'I never said you were did I, let's just get down to the point shall we,' there was a mental growl from Bakura, 'there is always someone better than you and you were never better than me to start with, but that doesn't mean your weak. You're still a strong fighter, but there is always someone better and you just happened to cross one of those people's limits Bakura.'

Bakura's face contorted with anger, in truth in his mind he was trying to persuade himself that this was all a mind game, a play on words. In short he was merely trying to make himself believe Ryou was wrong. He new in his heart that that wasn't true and that Ryou was right but Bakura being Bakura, would never admit something like that, would he? No, because Bakura wants to appear the all high and mighty master tomb robber.

-I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated

"It's merely the facts Bakura, unlike what you taunted me with, saying you were in control, that I was weak, well you were wrong all the time." Ryou was about to press a little harder down on his Yami chest when his Yami actually said something.

"How do I know that's true?" Bakura's old smirk came back when he thought that he'd gotten somewhere. But yet again he was wrong, Ryou removed his foot and headed over to a padlock draw, which Bakura had never noticed. Yet another thing he doesn't notice besides people is his surroundings.

"As you wish," Bakura was too stunned to even think about attacking. Pulling out a small silver key on a thin golden chain he twisted it gently in the padlock. It clicked and swung open, pulling out the draw he got some of its contents and walked over to Bakura.

Bakura by now had sat up and Ryou sat down beside him, his face emotionless and constantly on guard. "Here," Ryou said handing Bakura a small square photo, on the back was written 'The Street Angels'.

"Street angel?" Bakura's voice took a questioning note as he studied the group on the other side. There were five in all, three boys and two girls. One girl had dark purple hair down to her shoulders held back by a black hair band; her eyes were a pretty cerulean blue. The other girl had blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail with a red ribbon; her hair flowed to the small of her back. Only one of her emerald eyes was open as she was winking at whoever took the photo.

"The purple haired one is Tracy, she was our technician, our machine addict and code breaker," he them pointed at the blonde girl, "and that one's Katherine, she could flirt with the best of 'em but that's beside the point, she'd do maps, layouts and things like that."

"What did you guys do?" Bakura asked, Ryou looked at him and saw the general note of curiosity in his Yami's eyes.

"We stopped robbery's and child assault and stuff like that we were kinda the extra police. That one's Li," he said pointing out a spiky brown haired, purple eyed teen, "he taught me how to fight, he was our fighting expert, then there's Kei," this time he pointed to a messy green haired boy with brown eyes that had a slight crimson edge to them, "he could sneak up on anyone and by anyone I mean no one."

"So that's you?" he asked pointing to the only boy left, a boy with shoulder length white hair and sparkling brown eyes.

"Yep, that's me, the second fighter of the group," he said looking over from a newspaper clipping he was reading, "and here's the proof of our exploits," he said handing Bakura the clipping. He had about five or six and Bakura read them all, his amazement growing each time.

'So it was true all along, he can't be faking it, he is stronger than me, why is it that I'm always stuck with people stronger than me?'

"Because no ones perfect Bakura, that's just how life is and you have just got to learn to deal with it."

-Life's like this you

Bakura looked to Ryou and slightly puzzled expression on his face; looking into his Hikari's eyes he could see that Ryou was right. He didn't want to admit to it, to being weak. However many times Ryou told him it wasn't he new it was, or was it? No, in truth all Bakura was doing was wallowing in self-pity, self-pity that would get him nowhere.

"Bakura looked up to him, shocked, "What do you mean?"

"Each person has problems but you've just got to get back up and get through it all and if you want they'll be people there to help you along the way. No one has to be alone it's someone's reaction that judges what will become of him or her. Why don't you stop braking peoples hearts and take what they're offering you while you've still got the chance. You never know, one day you'll turn and around and they wont be there anymore, don't let anything go to waist," Ryou said grinning slightly as he hung a silver chain around his neck, dangling from which was a silver dew drop with one black wing and one white wing on either side.

"Will you?" Bakura asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"If you stop putting up this stupid act and try and be normal, otherwise I'm not interested," Ryou said slightly angrily.

-And you fall and you crawl

-And you break and you take

-What you get and you turn it into, honesty

"But…it's who I am," Bakura croaked out, it wasn't really and Ryou knew it, Bakura probably knew it too but that was something even he couldn't admit to, not yet anyway.

"Well then it's just not good enough," with that Ryou grabbed some cloths out of his wardrobe and into a cylinder shaped sports back. Suddenly he felt a warm hand close tightly around his wrist stopping his movements. He looked up and yet showed neither fear nor surprise at Bakura's actions.

"You're not going anywhere," was Bakura's monotone statement enhancing his point by tightening his grip, bad idea, it only made Ryou's job easier.

"Oh but I am Bakura, and you can't stop me," as he said the last word he flipped Bakura over his head, sending him hard into the wooden floor, his back hitting it with a resounding thud. From the shock of that moment Bakura let go, Ryou grabbed his bag zipping it up as he darted out of his room and down the stairs.

Shoving his key from the window ledge by the door into his top pocket once again he grabbed his wallet and threw the door open. But before exiting the house he pulled the ring off and threw it into the hall, smirking at his action. Stepping out of the door he closed it calmly behind him so as not to scare the old lady in the garden next door. The rain had stopped and she seemed to be scattering something and birds kept landing on the lawn, 'She must be feeding them,' he thought as he flew down the road which only an hour before he had been rushing the other way on.

Clenching his teeth he held his bag close to him as he ran to the only person he could think of that was worth running to at the moment, Maric Ishtar. He didn't know if it was entirely save, what with Maric's yami, Malik, was good friends with Bakura but right now none of that mattered. He was willing to give Bakura a chance if he was going to accept one, if he'd run to any one else they'd probably want to go round there and beet the crap out of him.

'That doesn't need to happen anymore, me doing what I did probably broke his pride in two.' That was Ryou's last thought before he entered the apartment block that his best friend Maric occupied. His sister, Isis also lived there, but in the room next to him, 67, Maric was room 66.

Pressing the cold silver button with an arrow pointing up his finger lingered there for a minute before he heard a beep. Removing it he looked up to see the doors slide open. The lobby seemed deserted; it wasn't much of a lobby, just a small room with a red carpet, two phone booths in the corner and a list of residence in another. A janitors closet lay to the right of the lift, as did the stairway. The walls were dusty and well overdue for a cleaning.

That was the last thing Ryou took in before stepping into the silver lift; he looked at the mirror in front of him. His hair was a mess and it looked more like Bakura's than his slightly more orderly style. In fact he'd probably pass off as his Yami, his eyes were just as cold; that was new. His dad would probably die of fright if he saw his 'innocent little boy' now. He would never know, because his dad had died in a plane crash a few months back.

He turned when another ping graced his ears, the heavy iron doors slid open once again and Ryou stepped out and walked steadily along the hallway, glancing absentmindedly at the numbers that decorated the doors. '70…69…68…67…66, ah ha,' Ryou thought stopping in front of the soft brown wooden door with a silver sixty-six near the top, dead centre. Beneath it a black iron handle lay. Instead of using that ancient method he placed one slender finger on the small round white button to the right of the door.

A light ringing came from inside the apartment, obviously the result of the button being pressed. About a minute later some crashing was heard and an aggravated yell, then the door flung open to reveal a shirtless Malik, his hair still sticking up but slightly more messy. "Oh Bakura, hey," he said grinning, Ryou just raised an eyebrow, it was just as he suspected, he could pass for his Yami if he could fool Malik.

"It's Ryou actually," he said flatly, shock and amusement registered on the taller boys face.

"Oh come on Bakura, that trick doesn't work," he said merriment sneaking it's way into his voice.

"I told you once and I'll tell you again, it's Ryou. If you want that demented Yami of mine go find him at my house." When Ryou said this Malik raised one eyebrow looking him over briefly before replying.

"So, it's not a joke, you are Ryou. One sec, HEY MARIC GET OVER HERE!!!" he called turning his head back into the apartment, stepping aside he jabbed inside with his thumb. Ryou nodded and stepped in sitting down tiredly into one of the blue sofa's that lay in the front room.

At that moment Maric entered from a dark wooden door, he wore a short sleeve light purple button up shirt on; two of the top buttons were undone. He also wore a pair of hip hugging blue jeans. "Yes Mal…oh hey Bakura, what are you doing here?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"It's Ryou actually," Malik said, he too settled into a sofa as Maric went to sit next to Ryou.

"Well I'll be, you could pass for you're Yami," he said his eyes ran over Ryou before asking a question which was really beginning to tick Ryou off, "You sure you're not Bakura, you're not delusional or anything."

"NO I AM NOT DILUSIONAL," Ryou fumed shoulders heaving, Maric jumped and nearly fell off the other end of the sofa, his Yami just chuckled at his reaction.

"Okay, okay, sorry," he said shakily putting both his hands up in a defensive gesture, pretending to push Ryou away. Ryou just sighed and Malik leaned forward from his sitting position.

"So Ryou, why are you here?" he asked raising an eyebrow, Ryou turned to him the innocents back in his eyes which left Malik with no doubts.

"Well, I don't really want to talk about why and I'd rather you didn't push the matter but, could I please stay for a little while, or rather a long while until I can get a place of my own?"

Okay, I know it's not the best of things but could you please review, and in doing so could you please vote for whether I should make it a YAOI, straight or no pairing fic, please! It ad help! ^_~