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helped make this chapter possile! If ya didn't know, this story takes place in ancient Egypt so they

are wearing robes and crap! ^_~ now on to the fic! ((Oh yea I dun own Athourity Zero or YGO

*sniffle*))

Chapter Two

"Everyday"

*I look around and it's the same old situation on a different day

These masses of confrontation beating me down

I'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place

A never ending crossword of questions collaborates

While asking myself, where are we going in time?*

Sweet sunlight flooded the room and fell lightly apon Bakura's still unsleeping form.The events of the

previous night were still fresh in his mind. It was almost surreal how it happend. He hadn't ment to

hurt Malik. Gods that was the last thing he wanted to do to the precious angel. But when the deciving

poison known as alcohol mixes with depression the results are incontrollable.

Even so, Bakura mentally smothered himself all night. Malik was the light at the end of his dark

foreboding tunnel and he just broke the fuse. Of all the people who had teased and outcasted him

Malik was there for him to give him a place to go and more importantly, a friend. Bakura slapped

himself for real this time. Friendship doesnt last throught something like this... does it?

He shook his head of the almost hopeful thought. Looking at the hand he used to slap himself with

he realized that it was still stained with Maliks blood.He stood up and started walking twards the

bathroom, praying that he wouldn't encounter Malik anytime soon. ((AN: If you dun kno by now... Bak

and Mal live together))

*Well I know by now, but keep wondering how

How many times will I fall?*

Malik sat on the edge of the bathtub with a towel wrapped around his waist. The blood had finally

stopped about an hour earlier but he never quite made it out of the bathroom. There was just this

ominous cloud of bad memory hanging around his bedroom.So he stayed. The pain was slowly

fading away and he stood up. He turned and leaned down, pulling the stopper out of the bloody

waterfilled tub.

A small creak came from the door that suprised him,making his heart jump. Looking over he saw the

last person he needed to see,Bakura. He paled as the memory came back.

~/~FLASHBACK! LEMON SCEAN! BEWARE~/~

Bakura stood at the door opening of Malik's bedroom. Malik sat on his bed pulling of his sandals. The

blonde haired boy looked up at his friend and smiled.

"Hello Bakura-kun!" He greeted.

Bakura grunted. malik raised a brow at him and then realized that something was different. Bakuras

goldish eyes seemed glazed over and a lot less dull than normal.The eyelids were drooping and his

lips were chapped. He was perfectly... smashed.

Malik stood and walked over to Bakura. "Are you okay?"

No answer. "Bakura?..."

Nothing. "Answer me!"

This time a response came in the form of a hard slap to his face, knocking him to the floor. Before he

knew it Bakura had pinned him so he couldn't move.

"Bakura! What the hell!"

"Shh!" Bakura hushed him,placing his index finger across the boys lips. "If you cooperate this won't

hurt," an evil smirk touched his lips as he leaned forward to wisper in Malik's ear,"much."

Malik gasped. "Your fucking insane!"

"Insane?, maybe, fucking?, will be!" Bakura replied before crushing his lips onto Malik's.

Malik's eyes widened. Was Bakura really going to do what he thought he was going to do? Bakura's

tounge managed to slip through to Malik's mouth and he began playing with the unwilling cavern.

Clever hands snaked down to Malik's legs and pushed them apart quite ruffly. Malik's heart leaped in

confirming that Bakura was indeed going to rape him. Tears started forming in his eyes as his -

friend- pulled back the cloth of his own robes to reveal a hard-on that, if given different circumstances,

was very impressive. Without a warning the drunken Bakura slammed into Malik causing his -victum-

to scream in pain. The sudden filling feeling came unwelcome to Malik and he could feel something

tear inside of him. Bakura pulled out a bit only to come slamming back into the poor boy. And so it

continued.

Malik found that if he concentrated on the vase on his bedside table, the pain wasn't as bad. So thats

how it went for an hour or so. Bakura rammed into Malik while biting him or doing some other

unmeaningful affection as Malik watched the vase, waiting for it to finally be over.

~/~OKAY YOU CAN LOOK NOW!~/~

Malik snapped back to reality and averted his stare away from bakura. Standing up, he turned and

was going to go to his room when the memory flashed before him. He sighed, finding himself traped.

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