(Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters. I didn't write these lyrics, either.

Japanese Translations:

Yugi-tachi = Literally, more than one Yugi. Just a name for Yugi and the gang.

Yami = Literally "dark". Meant as the dark side of the person (Yugi, Bakura, or Malik.)

Hikari = Literally "light". Same as above; it means the light side.

Oi = "Hey"

-kun = Ending for a boy or young man, like Kaiba-kun, as it is used here.

Nani = "What?"

Iie = "No"

Nii-sama = "Big brother"

* * *

I don't know who to trust, no surprise

Everyone feels so far away from me

Heavy thoughts sift through dust and the lies

-Battle City-

Yami Bakura let out a small, agitated sigh, dark brown hues glaring in the direction of Yugi-tachi. He watched in utter disgust as they talked happily among themselves, celebrating what had been on evident win on Yugi's part. He turned his head back from around the corner, hidden behind the wall, not wanting to look on the sight that made him loath any longer.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Closing his eyes with a sneer, he heard those familiar voices talking good-naturedly. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt slightly alone…he had grown accustomed to sharing a body with hikari, and now Malik had taken him away. Growling to himself, his hand clenched into a fist. He would repay Malik for what he had done…

He straightened himself up again, still irritated. His eyes wandered back towards the group of Yugi and everyone else…they looked so attached…it disgusted him. He wondered why they had never really accepted his hikari; after all, they still called him by his last name. It seemed like they would both always share this feeling of emptiness. After listening to his hikari's thoughts all this time, he could tell that he was in the same pain that he himself was going through…

*Normal POV*

Seto Kaiba made his way down the sidewalk, large trenchcoat flying out behind him. Mokuba came running along a little bit afterwards, dragging the large suitcase. Seto stopped for a moment when he heard voices…he frowned, crossing his arms and glancing around. His frown increased when he noticed Yugi-tachi…

"Tch, I don't see how they made it here…" Instead of his usual insults, he decided to ignore them and move on. He didn't want to mingle with those idiots today.

When he began walking again, he noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. He looked towards the small alleyway, blinking when he realized that it was his classmate from school, Ryou Bakura (or at least he thought it was). He glanced back over at Yugi-tachi, noticing that Ryou had separated himself from them intentionally…

"Heh, I wouldn't want to be around them either," He thought to himself. He blinked in surprise when Ryou turned those brown eyes in his direction, looking back at him. Seto turned away quickly, pretending that he wasn't as interested as he seemed.

"Mokuba, let's go," He muttered under his breath as he began to walk off. Unfortunately, right as he was making his escape, he heard an, "Oi, Kaiba-kun!" Gritting his teeth, he turned to face Yugi, looked down at him.

Anzu, Honda, and Jounouchi came running up as well, not exactly raising Kaiba's mood. His eyes then wandered towards Ryou again, who was clutching his arm. Was he hurt? He could see the bloody bandage from where he was standing…he pulled his eyes away as he realized Yugi was saying something. He just decided to ignore it and ask his own question.

"Where is Bakura? Isn't he in your little group?" He tried to ask uninterestingly, although it made him wonder if the group even realized Ryou had been watching them.

"He was sent to the hospital. Grampa is watching him there," Yugi smiled in reply, liking the attention he was getting.

"Did you ask for what reason? Have you been to check on him even once?" Seto frowned down at Yugi.

"Anou…well we hadn't really thought…" Yugi's eyes shook a bit as he looked towards the ground.

"I see," Seto sneered, walking off before he received a full answer. He knew the answer already; they didn't care about Ryou. They didn't even know why he was in the hospital. Ryou was alone…it reminded him of himself…he turned to give one quick glance at Ryou, who's eyes looked unnaturally cold. He was broken off with a scream from Anzu, who was leaning over a crying Yugi.

"Kaiba, you jerk!"

"Come on, Mokuba…" he mumbled again, walking back down the sidewalk from whence they had come, not wanting to deal with them any longer.

* * *

Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me

Told you everything loud and clear

But nobody's listening

Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me

Told you everything loud and clear

But nobody's listening

* * *

*Yami Bakura's POV*

What the hell was that about?! Seto Kaiba, someone my hikari knows from school, was asking about him?! I know he noticed me, and it was easy to impersonate my hikari just to fool him, but why does he care about what happens to Ryou anyway? Tch, probably gets kicks out of making Yugi cry. One of my hobbies too, but I don't get to do it as often.

Hell, I could've protected my hikari; I don't need his help. I've protected him from Malik so often before…I'm afraid to know what would've happened if I hadn't come to my hikari's aid…the thought brings back bad memories…

"Bakura…Bakura…"

"N-nani, Malik?" Ryou's voice shook as he replied.

"Don't trust them, Bakura…they'll never understand you like I do…they hate you…" Malik's lips formed into a sneer as he held Ryou's chin with his hand, peering mischievous eyes into shaking ones.

"…Malik…" Ryou tried to pull away as Malik pulled him closer.

The very thought pisses me off…Malik had tried to touch my hikari! I guess I lost my temper then…

"Nani?!" Before Malik realized what was happening, he was being forced off of Ryou with unexpected strength. He looked up at the figure above him in fear; Yami Bakura, eyes as cold as stone, glared at Malik in disgust.

"Iie…I was only telling him the truth…w-what are you doing?!" White locks fell away from his face, revealing violet eyes full of pure terror as he was lifted off the ground. Yami Bakura's hands were securely clenched in the collar of Malik's lavender shirt.

"You keep away from my hikari…" It wasn't a warning. It wasn't even a threat. Malik didn't even have a chance to reply. Without hesitation, like he didn't even stop to think about what he was doing, Yami Bakura sent Malik straight into the wall…

I tried to push the thought away as I mulled over the things Seto had said, along with a lot of thoughts my hikari had had before he was taken away from me. After those numerous encounters with Malik, I'm not surprised that he was having thoughts about dying. Stupid, weak hikari…he wouldn't ever actually do something…

I'm surprised at how similar our thoughts are, though. Sometimes the anger is overwhelming…it seems like the only thing I live for is collecting all of the Millennium Items…and sometimes I even wonder what the purpose of that is. Then I always reassure myself that I'll take complete power and kill off them all…Honda, Jounouchi, Anzu, the little Pharaoh, and most of all, that damned Malik!

* * *

Tension is building inside steadily

Everyone feels so far away from me

Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me

Trying not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit

Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet

All I ever think about is this

All the tiring time between

And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me

* * *

*Normal POV*

For the next few days, Bakura kept himself away from Yugi-tachi. They continued to ignore the fact that he was supposed to be in the hospital, not really giving it another thought. Yami Bakura didn't mind, though; he was terribly busy collecting the cards and puzzle cards he stole from innocent bystanders. He would make his way into the finals no matter what it took, and then he would obtain the Millennium Puzzle!



Meanwhile, Seto continued on his search for the God Cards. When he collected all of them, he would become invincible! A small smirk formed on his lips at the very thought of it. They thought they had found a God Card somewhere nearby, so here he was, roaming the streets, ready for some report. Mokuba had evidently gone off on his own to seek it out as well…Seto hadn't really approved of it, but Mokuba had insisted. He wanted to help his big brother any way he could. A worried frown crossed over his face as he continued along the sidewalk, not really paying attention to the people stopping and staring.

* * *

With a small sneer, Yami Bakura pulled back into the shadows. He was so easily concealed in these alleyways; his victims never knew what was coming. He realized that without his hikari here to reprimand him, he could attack anyone he wanted to, but he almost felt bad about attacking someone that his hikari would feel sorry for. Almost. Well, someone who looked confident was more likely to have better cards anyway.

Turning his head to glance around the corner of the building, he searched for another person to attack. Lips curving into a devious smile, along with spiky hair falling into two large horn-looking locks, gave him quite an evil complexion…it was no wonder his victims were always terrorized.

As he was searching about closely, he noticed a commotion in another alley. He frowned, recognizing that small figure with the high-pitched voice: Mokuba! It was Seto Kaiba's younger brother, the one he had almost used as a vessel when the boy had lost his soul to Pegasus. It seemed that a much taller duelist (he was wearing a Duel Disk) was picking a fight. Pricking up his ears, he listened in to the conversation.

"Hey kid, don't be mean, all I want is a few cards…I hear your brother's got some real nice ones, and I'm sure you don't lug around that suitcase for nothin'…"

"Iie! These are nii-sama's! Get away, you creep!" Mokuba tried to stand over the briefcase, but the towering man easily pushed him aside, knocking him to the ground. As he began opening it, Mokuba stood up, wiping the blood from his cheek and flinching. Without hesitating, he lunged at the man, grabbing his hands and trying to pry them off of the metal suitcase.

"Let go, let go! You…can't have them!" Large dark eyes filled with tears as he was struck again, across the face. As he persistently refused to release the briefcase, clutching to it, as if protecting it with his very life, the man just laughed.

"You're a stubborn little brat…I'll just have to knock you out to make you let go! I wonder how many hits it'll take…" Without another word, he sent his foot into Mokuba's side, making his gasp and cough.

(A/N: Sorry about the abrupt ending. ^^; I'm gonna get more chapters up…and I know that this first one is pretty boring. Pretty much explains the story. Please review! Good, bad, whatever. The lyrics in this first chapter are Linkin Park: From The Inside and Nobody's Listening.)