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Bow: Can it be? Yes, I'm working on School Daze!

Dragon: 'Bout time, too. You haven't worked on this thing in months.

Bow: ::nervous laugh:: Heh... heh heh heh... .;;;

Note: Oh! And a new little thing to tell you guys. /This indicates thinking./ Wow, how simple, 'aint it? Oh, and now the normal markings for thought speech don't seem to be working, so I'm changing them to ( and ).

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(Yugi, I'm an idiot.)

Yugi almost jumped as he heard Yami's voice in his head. He woke from his light sleep, and fought not to cry out in joy and surprise. He sat up quickly, the plush toys falling from his arms.

(Yami? Why are you an idiot?) Yugi asked.

(Because I forgot about our mind-link and have been sulking for the past hour and a half,) Yami answered.

Yugi paused. He had forgotten, too!

Yami laughed. (Well, now I don't feel so bad.) He paused. (Yugi?)

(Yes Yami?)

(How's Ryou?)

How was Ryou? Yugi blinked, looking over to his white-haired friend. He was staring at the ceiling and had a very thoughtful look on his face. (He's lost in thought, staring at the ceiling. Why?)

(It seems he and Bakura got in a fight and haven't been talking to each other.)

(What?! But, why?)

(I don't know. But we have to get them to talk to each other before this gets bad.)

(Well I can just talk to Ryou-)

(No! I mean- I don't think either one of them would appreciate us meddling in their problems. We can't just go out and make it obvious we're trying to fix them back together. I know Ryou's your friend, but both yami and hikari are alike, and he might take it offensively if you ask him about it.)

(Right, so what do we do?)

(I'm not sure yet. Let's just see how dinner goes.)

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Dinner soon came, and the six boys met in the mess hall to eat. They claimed a table for themselves, Yugi, Yami, and Ryou on one side, Seto, Jou, and Bakura on the other. Bakura tried to catch Ryou's attention by asking him to pass the ketchup.

"But you don't like ketchup," Ryou answered nonchalantly, staring down at his hamburger with a look of uninterest.

Bakura looked ruffled. "Oh, err, that's right... Could you pass the mustard then?"

"You don't like anything on your burgers, Bakura. Besides, you got sick last time you had mustard," Ryou answered, eyes still fixed on his burger.

"But..." Bakura reached out on a limb. "I'd like to try it again."

Ryou sighed. He passed the mustard over to Bakura's side of the table. Bakura took it, and his hand brushed Ryou's. The hikari shivered, and he stood up from the table. "I'm not hungry," he said, just as his stomach growled loudly. He fled the mess hall, out into the dark night that had settled upon the camp.

Everyone at the table stared at Bakura, who looked at them helplessly.

"Go after him," Yami said, gesturing to the door with his eyes.

"But-"

"Do you love him?"

"...Yes."

"Then go after him."

Bakura stood up, running out of the door, which swung on its hinges after he shoved it open.

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Dragon: That was a short scene.

Bow: Point?

Dragon: ::blinks::

Bow: Anyway, let's continue.

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Ryou was sitting on top of a flat-topped boulder, which was surrounded by smaller boulders that he had used to get up on top of the one he was currently on. He had his arms wrapped around his legs, chin resting on his knees as he looked up at the stars, their faint light sparkling in his brown eyes.

"Ryou..."

He looked down from the night sky, seeing Bakura standing on the lower boulders below him. "Bakura..."

"Ryou, please, I'm sorry..." Bakura told him, glad that none of the others was there to see him go to such lengths to get his hikari back. It was almost embarrassing, the begging tone in his voice, but he'd do whatever it took to get him back in his arms.

Ryou's face showed what looked like an internal struggle between two parts of himself; his mind and his heart. His mind was telling him that he had to make Bakura realize he was hurt, and that if he kept insulting him that he could loose him forever. But his heart loved Bakura, and just wanted to be back with him, being held safe in his arms. It wanted to stop this foolishness.

"Ryou, I love you, can't you see that?" Bakura asked, climbing up the rocks so that he was on the same platform as Ryou. He kneeled down in front of him so that they were more level then they had been before.

"Bakura, I-" but Ryou cut himself off. He hadn't decided yet. It was so hard to choose. He couldn't choose; how could he?

Bakura stared into Ryou's eyes, the starlight catching the desperate tears forming in his eyes. The silence was killing him slowly, eating away at his soul and heart. Why was it taking him so long to answer. Was it so hard of a question? Doubt was eating away at his core; a pain so excruciating he couldn't scream, he couldn't cry, he couldn't do anything, except wait.

But he couldn't wait.

There was no way he could just sit there, waiting for Ryou to respond. He wasn't going to let Ryou decide this for them; he wasn't one to just sit and let someone else tell him how it was going to be. Ryou was his, and no one was going to tell him otherwise.

He reached out with trembling hands, holding Ryou's head with his fingers curled around the back of his neck.

/This is ending now./

He pressed his lips to Ryou's, pressing against his teeth with his tongue. Ryou instantly yielded to him, allowing him entrance to his mouth; his territory.

After a few moments, he felt Ryou struggling against him, trying to pull his head back, but Bakura tightened his grip on his head. When Ryou realized his yami wasn't going to be letting go any time soon, he sent him a short message.

Bakura's eyes shot open, and he released him, not realizing he, too, had been in dire need of oxygen. They both took in deep breaths, identical brown eyes fixed upon one another.

"Mine," Bakura said in between gasps, slowly regaining his breath.

Ryou looked like he was about to protest.

"And I promise that I'll never criticize you ever again."

Ryou smiled weakly.

"Unless you really deserve it," Bakura added as an afterthought.

Ryou shook with silent laughter.

Bakura trapped Ryou's lips with his own once more, but it wasn't long before he heard a cough behind him. He broke from him prematurely, turning to glare on whoever had made the mistake of disturbing them.

The three councilors, Mr. Dare at the head, were staring up at them, with the rest of the camp behind them. Ryou turned a deep crimson, ducking behind Bakura so that you could only see the top of his white head. Bakura didn't seem to care that the entire camp had just seen them, and cast everyone a glare that spoke loud and clear to everyone that Ryou was off- limits and his alone. He quickly spotted Yami, Yugi, Seto, and Jounouchi, to whom he gave a cocky smirk. Yami smiled faintly, giving him a questioning look. Bakura nodded once, and Yami's smile widened.

Mr. Dare coughed again. "Er... boys?" He said pointedly, emphasizing the word 'boys'. "It's time for ghost stories by the campfire."

Bakura's smirk deepened. "All right," he replied nonchalantly, turning to the still-hiding Ryou. "C'mon Ryou."

Ryou was still a deep crimson, but allowed Bakura to take his hand possessively and lead him over to the others as they made their way to the large ring of logs where they would be having the campfire.

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Bow: Yay! They're all back together now!

Dragon: Yay! Make-up sex!

Bow: No, no make-up sex. At least, not yet. Maybe next chapter. Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!! Brownie Points to anyone who can guess how I'm going to pull that off in the whole camp-ground, chaperone setting. Hint: It's after the campfire scene, so you know when it will be! Oh, and for those who have read the more recent chapters of Guardian (within the newest five), I used something similar to what I'm going to do in that fanfic. Though, not for a lemon scene.

Dragon: Huzzah! Make-up sex!

Bow: Now I just have to think up some ghost stories... .;;;

Note: I was originally planning on putting the ghost stories in this chapter, but I think you guys want to read this now, so I'll put it up. Give me some ghost story ideas!!!