Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to update this, I'm not dead, I'm just really busy. Oh, by the way, this takes place about a week and a half after the second chapter.

Chapter 3 Yami Bakura stood in front of the mirror, his pocket knife in hand. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing the damage he had already done to his wrists. Tears shimmering in his eyes, he added another slit to the fast growing collection. This was a nasty little habit that he had developed when Ryou had been in the hospital. His intent wasn't really to hurt himself, it was just to... Well, thinking about it, he didn't really know what made him slowly mutilate his own wrists. It just made him feel better somehow. Like he was getting what he deserved for hurting his precious little hikari. He hadn't really had a chance to talk to Ryou yet, but he knew that he probably had a lot to do with Ryou's little suicide attempt. Bakura knew that he was acting crazy, but he didn't care. Five days of not knowing whether or not his hikari would live or die, five days of pure hell, were enough to drive anyone crazy! Bakura sighed. He knew that he would have to talk to Ryou eventually, but he didn't know how he would stand it. He loved his little hikari so much... And how could Ryou possibly love him back? After the way he had treated Ryou... The way he had abused him, manipulated him, and nothing short of ruined his life, made him sick.

He must think I hate him.

This was another thing that he didn't know why he had done. He had been so bent on getting all seven Millenium Items... That just didn't seem important anymore. Bakura began to carve at the slits with the knife, causing them to bleed. He wanted more than anything for his hikari to love him... But he also wanted more than anything for Ryou to be happy.

He'll never be happy with me.

There was a click as the doorknob of the front door turned. Ryou was home from school. Crap. Bakura tried to hide his bleeding wrists. He shoved the bloody knife into his back pocket, trying hard to think of what he could say to Ryou. "Yami?" came Ryou's quiet voice. The doorknob turned. Bakura quickly brushed the tears from his eyes. He was a spirit of darkness, and he would NOT be caught crying...

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