Japanese Translations:

Arigatou = "Thank you"

Onegai = "Please"

Urusei = "Shut up"

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"Hey!" A voice called out behind them.

"Huh?" The man looked up, turning around and standing in front of Yami Bakura, who had a mischievous grin across his face.

"Who the hell are you?" The man growled, clenching a fist in Yami Bakura's direction, who just let out a cackle. Mokuba, who was a bit immobile from the blows, decided not to move, clinging to the briefcase.

"I don't think it's important, seeing that you'll be on the ground in a few moments…" Bakura sneered his reply.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" The man turned around fully to face Bakura, holding his fist out even more in a threatening position. He was seriously starting to question this guy's sanity…

"Heh heh heh…" Not really caring what the guy thought, Bakura snickered and didn't wait another moment. His Millennium Ring began to glow brightly, and before the man could even move, Bakura had called forth the Shadow Realm. The infamous power jetting from the Ring and sending the man immediately to the ground. Grinning slyly, Bakura began searching his victim's pockets until he found his prize: three puzzle cards, plus his deck. Ignoring Mokuba for the time being, who was watching him with wide eyes, he began to flip through the cards. Hmm…lots of useless cards…he carefully pulled out the few that he wanted and slipped them into the back pocket of his jeans, along with the puzzle pieces.

He then just threw the rest of the deck on top of the man's body, snickering.

"Hm?" He looked over with a curious blink when he noticed that Mokuba was trembling.

When he began to walk closer to see what was wrong with the small boy, Mokuba shouted out a, "Iie! These are nii-sama's! You…you can't have them!" He clung to the suitcase tightly, closing his eyes.

Bakura grinned, walking closer and prying Mokuba off of the briefcase. He didn't want to get in a mess with Seto Kaiba anyway.

"You shouldn't be wandering out alone, you never know what'll happen…it's a good thing that guy had some good cards on him that I wanted. C'mon, I won't take your brother's cards."

Mokuba looked up at him and blinked. "O-oh…eh…arigatou!" He jumped up, the blows apparently not enough to bruise his energy, bowed quickly, then ran off with suitcase. Bakura snickered again, pulling out the cards he had taken and surveying them with satisfaction.

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I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress

Handful of anger, held in my chest

And everything left is a waste of time

I hate my rhymes

But hate everyone else's more

You'll never forget the blood sweat and tears

The uphill struggle over years

The fear and trash talking

And the people it was to

And the people that started it

Just like you

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*Seto's POV*

"Nii-sama! Nii-sama!" Without warning, Mokuba came running into my office. I pulled away from my computer, looking down at him as he stood in front of me, holding the large suitcase.

"Mokuba, I was worried…what happened?!" I jumped up out my chair, noticing the blood stains on my little brother's face. I quickly knelt down in front of him, examining it, holding a hand to his cheek.

"It's alright, nii-sama…someone helped me…" Mokuba smiled cheerfully at me. I would call for someone to care for his wounds in a moment; first, I wanted to hear this. He had been out longer that I had…I had come in earlier; we lost track of the God Card…

"Well, this guy was trying to pick a fight with me, but this skinny guy with white hair and this big gold thing around his neck…he came up and saved me! He did some big special thing like Yugi does with that thing around his neck…and he saved me! I thought he wanted my cards 'cause he stole that guy's cards, but he told me it was okay!" Mokuba was almost bouncing up and down, getting a little worked up in his story. Any other time I would've smiled, but his words had surprised me.

"White hair…?" Had it been Bakura? This was the only person with white hair I could think of right now, I mean, it couldn't have been Pegasus or anything.

"Yeah, and he had these brown eyes that were all narrow and kind of creepy…" With this last comment, a thought immediately came to my mind: I remembered that flash of cruelty I had seen in Bakura's eyes the last time I saw him. It confirmed my suspicions; Bakura had saved my little brother.

*Normal POV*

Panting, Yami Bakura raced around the corner into the alleyway. Leaning against the wall, he wiped the sweat away from his forehead, closing his eyes. It was harder to steal cards in broad daylight…people were just too nosy. Slipping them into his back pocket, he slid down to the ground, leaning his head back against the wall. Trying to catch his breath and relax a bit, he kept his eyes closed.

"Bakura…." Bakura's eyes snapped open as he heard the faint sound of a voice intertwined in his thoughts. Frowning, he sat up, glancing around. It couldn't be who he thought it was…hadn't Malik bothered him enough yet? He'd already bothered him in his dreams numerous nights, refusing to leave even when Bakura demanded it. Then, as if controlled by some unknown force, he felt himself getting weary…

He leaned back against the wall, feeling almost numb. Sleep fell upon him almost instantly.

"Bakura…." Malik grinned as he and Bakura stood face to face.

"What the hell?! What are you doing, Malik?! Get the hell out of my dreams!" Yami Bakura grit his teeth, not wanting any more of what Malik had to say.

"Heh, Bakura, don't be so distant…we have a deal, remember? You should talk to me sometimes…" Malik took a few steps closer.

"There was no deal! Give me my hikari back, now!" Bakura snapped in Malik's face, fists clenched in anger.

"All you have to do is kill the Pharaoh, Bakura…" As Malik stepped even closer, he ran a finger down Yami Bakura's neck.

Bakura immediately flinched, stepping away. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"Problem? There's no problem…" Getting a bit more bold, Malik grabbed both of Bakura's slim arms, pulling him closer, who began struggling fiercely.

Malik began moving dangerously close to Bakura's face. His features expressing intense anger, Bakura sent his knee into Malik's stomach, followed by his foot, pushing him back. The pressure caused Malik to release Bakura's arms, getting knocked to the ground.

"Ack…" Malik clutched his stomach, coughing. He looked up at Bakura, who was standing over him with the look of one who intended to kill.

"B-bakura…onegai…"

"Urusei! I don't want to hear one more word you have to say! Give me back my hikari! You know he's the only reason I don't kill you right now, don't you?" He growled, scowling at Malik with intense hate.

Malik began to laugh in spite of the pain. "K-kill me…? Hahahaha…."

With a snarl, Bakura sent a hard kick into the other's side. Coughing and choking, Malik winced.

"This isn't over yet…" Without another word, he released Bakura from his "spell," allowing him to wake up.

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Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe

Sometimes I need you to stay away from me

Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know

Somehow I need you to go

Don't stay

Forget our memories

Forget our possibilities

What you were changing me into

Just give me myself back and

Don't stay

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Seto walked down the sidewalk, the wind picking up and ruffling his brown hair. His oversized trenchcoat flared out behind his thin waist, cerulean hues glaring about silently. There was something strange going on…his eyes wandered over to an unconscious man pulled into an alleyway. His deck was thrown carelessly about, some of the cards getting lost in the wind. Tch, how pitiful. Seto quickly lost his interest in the situation.

"Hey!" Seto turned his head indifferently at the sound of a voice. Its source was a tall muscular man, who was followed by a small group of other men. The man grinned, holding up his left arm in a threatening way, as if to show off his Duel Disk.

"You're Kaiba, right? I hear you got some pretty nice cards. Wanna duel me?"

(A/N: Eh heh…I feel like I made them a bit out of character in this chapter. Oh, and sorry to all you Malik/Bakura people; I didn't mean it as an insult or anything. I just…*ahem* I don't like that coupling. The lyrics in this chapter are Linkin Park: Nobody's Listening and Don't Stay. Review again, please! Thanks!)