Bla bla bla…still don't own Yu Gi Oh. *Shucks* Here's ch.2, I'll get started on Ch. 3 ASAP.

                                     *The Plan*

A noise from the kitchen awoke Malik from his deep sleep. He was exhausted, never remembering a time when someone wore him out like Mariku did. Slowly opening his eyes, he glanced out the window and saw the bright sun shining on Tokyo.

   Sitting up in the bed, he realized that Mariku had left.

   "Damn him." He scowled. Pulling the covers off, he slipped into his pants and made his way to the kitchen, where he heard someone talking.

   "Ishizu? Mai? What are you two doing here?" He asked, rubbing his head. The fight with Bakura was beginning to take its toll.

   "I see you're finally awake." His sister said, completely ignoring his question.

"Here's some breakfast."

   "Not hungry." He said, pushing the food away.

   "Katie called us crying last night." Mai spoke up from the couch as she sipped some sake. "She says she wants you back. She's sorry for what she did."

   Both Mai and Ishizu rolled their eyes.

   "No way. Never again, that was the last time." Malik growled, shaking his head.

   "But really Malik, as your older sister, I must say, you have to stop going to that strip club."

   Mai giggled softly behind her.

   "I wouldn't laugh Mai, you used to work there." Malik snapped at her. She shut up real fast.

   "Seriously, Malik, she told us you blew 5,000 yen at that place!" Ishizu crossed her arms as she shook her head with disapproval.

   "You're growing apart from everyone Malik. You won't let Mariku live with you anymore, you don't talk to any of us, and you beat up on defenseless boys like Ryou."

   "How'd you know that I beat him up?"

   "Malik, I can see your face. You're all bruised up. And I know who did it too."

   "Oh god not again." Mai sighed. "Why can't you two get along? You know you think he's sexy." She chuckled softly.

   "I'm not afraid to hit a girl Mai." He snapped at her. Yea, he had always thought Bakura to be attractive, but that didn't keep him from hating him.

   "Alright, that's enough you two. Malik when will you learn?"

   "Learn what?"

   "Oh never mind." Ishizu turned to Mai. "Lets go. I can see Malik doesn't want to be bothered. Like usual."

   "Catcha' later squirt." Mai waved to him as she and Ishizu stepped out of his house and walked to Mai's convertible.

   When they were gone, Malik flopped down on the couch. This was just great. Those who he loved were slipping away from him, and those who hated him, only hated him more. He felt like he had no control over anything anymore. He felt powerless; which is something Malik definitely doesn't like to feel.

   As he lapsed into silence, the sudden ring of the phone made him jump slightly.

   "Moshi-moshi?"

   "Malik, this is Yugi."

   "Yugi Mutou? Why are you calling me?" Yugi was just another person that Malik didn't care to be around. But now that he thought about it, Malik didn't really like to be around anyone.

   "Uh, sorry, I was just wondering if you could come over Seto's house today. It's important."

   "Um, yea ok." As much as he didn't want to, he still said yes.

   "Great. See you later then?"

   "Sure." Malik said monotonously.

   "Ja ne!"

   "Uh huh."

   Malik hung up the phone and growled. He didn't like Seto much either. But that was just another person on his long list of "don't likes".

   "What was that all about?" He muttered to himself as he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

* * *

   Bakura had hardly gotten a wink of sleep. Throughout the night he frequently heard his aibou crying in the room next door. He cursed himself for acting so harshly towards him, and he couldn't help but wonder what it was about love that made people act the way they do. Love had possessed Ryou to sneak out, lie and even talk back to him.

   He heard the phone ring out in the living room, then he heard Ryou answer it. Moments later there came a soft knock on his door.

   "Bakura?"

   "Mm."

   "I-it's for you." Ryou said timidly as he stepped into the room and handed Bakura the phone.

   "Moshi-moshi?"

   "Bakura, it's Kaiba." Came the husky voice on the other end.

   "Kaiba?! What do you want?"

   "There's something of importance that I think you'll be interested in."

   "I'm listening."

   "Can you come to my house today?"

   "I suppose, but-."

   "Good."

   "Kaiba-"

   But it was too late, Seto had hung up.

   "Ryou!" He yelled.

   Within moments the smaller boy appeared in the doorway.

   "I have somewhere to go today. Can I trust you?" He eyed Ryou with the stare that frightened so many before him.

   "Yes." He said simply.

   "Good. Because I stick by my threat." He said as he rose from the bed.

Ryou quickly stepped out of his way and watched Bakura go into the bathroom.

* * *

   "Yugi, I hope you know what you're doing, because with those to in the same house things could get ugly." Seto said apprehensively.

   "Don't worry about it." Yugi leaned over and softly kissed Seto's lips. As he was about to pull away Seto quickly snatched him up and pulled the smaller boy into his chest. He began to kiss him lightly, but he gradually increased in intensity until he was about to rip Yugi's shirt off. As much as Yugi wanted to continue, he knew they had to stop.

   "Seto, calm down, they'll be here soon." He said trying to catch his breath.

   "You always spoil my fun." Seto grumbled, folding his arms as he fell back onto the couch. "You'll pay for that."

   Yugi eyed him seductively. "I can't wait."

   The way Yugi said that, and the look he gave Seto made him want to pounce on him right then and there. But he used every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself, because if he didn't he wouldn't have stopped, even when Malik and Bakura arrived.

   "Seto sama." Seto turned his head to the door of his living room.

   "Haku?"

   "Your guest has arrived. Shall I lead him in here?"

   "Yes."

   With a bow, Haku went back to the foyer to welcome the guest.

   "I wonder who came first." Yugi asked curiously.

  But his question was answered when moments later Haku led in the white haired boy.

   "Welcome Bakura." Seto said as he stood up and extended his hand, but Bakura didn't accept his gesture. Becoming slightly agitated Seto tried his best to remain cool. He was only doing this for Yugi and no one else, otherwise neither Bakura nor Malik would have ever stepped foot in his house.

   "You said you had something important to show me?" Bakura hissed. He didn't want to be here at all, and whatever he was here for, he wanted to make sure that he got it over with as quick as possible.

   "Be patient." Seto said calmly.

   "I have no patients. Quit playing your stupid games with me Kaiba."

   Before Seto had the chance to say anything Haku reappeared.

   "Seto sama, your other guest has just arrived."

   "Well, bring him in."

   "Other guest? Kaiba, Yugi, what the hell is going on here?" Bakura glanced nastily at both of them.

   Yugi tried desperately to stifle a giggle as he glanced behind Bakura.

Wanting to know what was so funny, Bakura turned around, but what he saw wanted to make him do anything but laugh.

   "You!" Malik shouted.

   "Kaiba, why the hell is he here!? Kaiba! Kaiba!" Bakura screamed after them, but Kaiba and Yugi had slipped out the other door and locked it behind them, and Haku had shut and locked the door that he and Malik had entered.

   The two glared at each other, and neither one moved.

   They stood in silence for the longest time when suddenly Bakura lunged for him.

   "I'm gonna kill you!"

   He ran into Malik and they fell onto the floor, each was blindly swinging punches at one another. They rolled around, knocking over lamps and books.

   The room began to look like a tornado had struck it.

   "If you…ever…touch Ryou again…" Bakura punched Malik in the chest.

   "Then...why don't you…tell…him to stay away from Mariku!" Malik wheezed as he pushed Bakura off of him and onto the floor. He then jumped on top of him and started hitting him left and right. 

   "I…tell him that every day…" Bakura winced in-between punches. "Get off me!" Bakura's hands made harsh contact with Malik's shoulders as he shoved the boy off of him. Malik fell back on the floor, but he did not attempt to go in for another punch.

   Bakura stood up and adjusted his clothes. Regaining his composure he walked over to the couch and sat down.

   "They will pay for this." He said threateningly as he crossed his arms and stared threateningly at the door, as if daring them to come back so he could rip their hearts out.

Malik too rose from the floor and walked over to a chair next to the couch.

   "What are you lookin' at?" Bakura asked harshly when he saw Malik glance at him.

   "Oh shut up." He snapped as he sat down.

   Bakura was about to pounce on him again, but he decided against it. Instead, the two sat in silence for a while; occasionally shooting each other nasty looks.

    It took quite some time before Malik's heart rate went back to normal, but after a while, anger and bitter hatred turned into uneasiness. They had never been in the same room together for so long. It wasn't quite as bad as they thought it would be. Malik swallowed his pride, for the first time in his life, and decided to try and make small talk with Bakura. He figured that as long as they were stuck together, he might as well make the best of it. Who knows? Maybe he would actually learn something about him.

   "So…" He sighed, tapping his fingers on the arms of the chair, as he glanced out the window. Malik didn't even know enough about Bakura to know what to talk about. All he knew was how gorgeous the white haired boy was. That train of thought scared the hell out of him. Was he attracted to the person whom he hated the most? It most certainly didn't run any deeper then the physical aspect though. Or, did it? He had always seen Bakura as merely something good to look at, he never imagined that there could be anything deeper to him then that. After all, Bakura was only a three-thousand-year old evil spirit. There couldn't be any depth to him. Right?

   "So what?" Bakura shot back, but not too harsh this time. He could tell that Malik was trying to have a civil conversation with him. But why? Was this another sort of human compassion thing that he just didn't understand? As he peered over at the younger boy, he felt his chest twinge. Malik was simply perfect. As much as Bakura wanted to deny it, he did have a physical attraction to the boy. Did he care about him? Most certainly not, because he didn't care about anyone. But he could tell there was something about Malik.

    These feelings didn't immerge all of a sudden. No, the two had felt this way for quite sometime. However, they were both two stubborn to set away their differences. So instead of trying to get along, they continued fighting. Mostly because they were scared of what other people would think if they let down their "evil guy" façade's. Basically, evil was the only thing that they had ever known. How could they accept something else?

   "Uh, how are things with Katie?" Bakura found himself asking. Not that he really wanted to know. He remembered feeling hurt when he found out that Malik was dating her.

   "She kicked me out again. But that's it. This time there's no going back. Ishizu came to me today and said that Katie called her last night asking for me. She wants me back and I'm not going." He said definitely.

   Bakura just looked at him. For some reason, he didn't know why, but that news made him happy.

   "What do you plan on doing now?" He asked curiously.

   "Not sure. Go back to my old lonely self most likely." Malik sighed.

  Bakura could relate to that. He had no one. No one liked him; no one cared about him. Did Malik have the same problem? It seemed as though the more they talked the more they found out they had in common. For the both of them it was quite surreal. Neither on ever imagined even talking to the other, let alone having something in common.

   "Were you happy with her?"

   "No. I don't know why I even stayed with her. I didn't care about her. There was just something missing. Ah, but why am I telling you this?" Malik shifted his position in the chair. Now he was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he couldn't believe how open he was being with his enemy. But then, was Bakura really his enemy?

   "Uh, Malik…" Bakura paused. He felt extremely uncomfortable as well with what he was about to say. " Erm…Sorry about last night."

   Malik's eyes widened as he tilted his head to the side. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? How could this be? The man that he had been fighting with for so long just apologized for something? It seemed as though the months and months of fighting had just disappeared. How could this happen? All of a sudden they get locked into a room together and then Bakura says sorry? Was this what Kaiba and Yugi wanted?

   "Don't worry about it. According to my sister, I deserved it." He chuckled softly, finally finding his voice. "Yea, I deserved it."

   Both quickly turned their heads when the side door burst open. Yugi and Kaiba fell into the room, unable to hide the huge grins that was on their faces.

   "See, I told you it would work." Yugi whispered to him. Turning to Bakura and Malik Yugi tried his best to put on a straight face. "So sorry guys. Seto wanted to show me something…uh, in the other room…but we're back now…" Yugi shifted his eyes towards Seto.

   "Huh? Oh, right…the other room…yea." He looked back at Yugi semi-tensely. Kaiba wasn't a good liar.

   "What the hell was that all about?" Bakura shouted, rising from the couch. He could feel his face grow hot and at that moment, prayed to every god known to man that they couldn't see him blush. "You two were listening the whole time weren't you? You had this all planned out didn't you?" Bakura took a step closer to them and shot them a look of death. He was both angered and embarrassed. "Well, I didn't mean a word of it. I knew what you had planned and I just said it so you guys would let me go. So if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving." Bakura walked to the back door and exited. He'd find his own way out.

   Malik still sat in the chair in disbelief. He thought for a minute that Bakura was being serious. He thought that Bakura was genuinely sorry. Cursing himself, under his breath for being so stupid he too arose from his chair and walked out of the room.

   Kaiba and Yugi were left in the room alone staring blankly at each other.

   "Well, that didn't go exactly as planned now did it?" Kaiba walked over and flopped down on the sofa, not really caring what happened between the two.

   "Oh don't worry. Everything's perfect." Yugi said as he climbed on top of Seto.

   "I really don't get how your plans work Yugi, but I don't care. Now we're alone and I still have to punish you." Seto lowered his voice to an almost growl as he nipped at Yugi's neck. He wrapped his strong arms around the smaller boy's waist and pulled him in closer. He wanted Yugi so bad that he wasn't even willing to get up and take it to the bedroom.

So, what do you think? If it's good let me know because I've got another story on the way that I've been working on for about a year. It should be posted soon.

    Lemme just give a quick shout out to all of the Malik obsessers out there!!

He's such a hottie!!

    Malik sama wa atsui desu! Motto atsui desu!

    Koko ni nihongo o hanaseru shito wa iimasu ka?

Malik: Speak English fool!

Ok, fine, I said: Malik is hot. He's very hot!

Malik:Oh, uuhh. *Blushes* Oh…well I knew that.

Then I said: Does anyone here speak Japanese? *Looks at expression on Malik's face and glomps the hell outta him!!*

                              Ja Ne!