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                                         *A Three-Thousand-Year Old Curse*

   Bakura sighed, tightening his hold on Malik as light streamed through the open window. He winced at the slight pain that rolled throughout his entire body. Last night was amazing. As he sat there thinking about the events of the previous night, he pulled Malik in even closer, not wanting to let go. Malik moaned a little as he turned around and faced Bakura with his eyes half open.

   "Morning." Bakura whispered with a smile, as a delicate kiss was placed on Malik's forehead. He never remembered feeling this pleasant when he woke up. Usually the first thought that crossed his mind in the morning was what sort of evil thing he could do to someone for his entertainment. But this morning, he found that those thoughts seemed to have fled his mind. It was quite a welcoming change.

   "Mmm." Malik muttered in response burying his face in Bakura's chest, taking in the wonderful smell of the boy. His entire body ached, and he doubted strongly that he would even be able to walk today.

   Light sounds of Ryou screaming could be heard in the room next door, but neither one cared. Instead they smiled at each other remembering all to well their long night of screaming. Bakura's hand roamed freely over Malik's tan back, soothingly stroking every inch of it. Malik smiled at the pleasant touch and brought his lips to Bakura's chest, he felt Bakura tremble slightly at the sudden warm contact. This made him smile lightly as he continued to tease the tomb robber.

   Bakura's body tingled every time Malik's lips hit his skin. He could never get enough of that feeling. What was it about Malik that made him feel this way? That was something he would never figure out.

   Malik quickly moved his head up and sought his way to Bakura's lips, kissing them tenderly, he didn't want to deepen the kiss too much, because he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop; and right now, he was to worn out to do much of anything.

   "Did you sleep well?" Malik asked in-between light kisses.

Bakura nipped delicately on Malik's bottom lip before he pulled away. "Never better." He answered softly.

   "I wonder if Mariku went back to the dock last night." Malik said, sitting up in the bed and stretching his arms over his head, still trying to ignore the slight pain. Bakura reached to the floor, found his pants and slipped them back on before he walked to the window and gazed out at open water. Shifting his eyes right and left he struggled to see Tokyo, or any land for that matter, but he couldn't see anything but blue ocean.

   Becoming slightly panicked he ran to the other side of the room and threw open the door, running to the side of the yacht.

   "What's wrong?" Malik shouted after him, getting tangled in the covers as he tried to get out and falling off the bed.

   Bakura walked back into the room like a zombie, and slowly turned his head to the floor where Malik was.

   "How much food do you have on this boat?" He asked, with a wicked smile plastered on his face.

   "Enough. Why? How hungry are you?" Malik asked as he untangled himself and put his pants on.

   "I'm…not hungry at all…yet." Bakura said monotonously.

   "Well, when you get hungry, I was thinking that we could go to a sushi bar or something. We don't have to stay on the yacht all day you know."

   "Oh, I don't think I have a choice." Bakura grabbed Malik, and drug him out of the room. His jaw dropped nearly to the floor when he saw what Bakura meant. In disbelief he ran to the window in the room and then back out to where Bakura was.

   "I-I don't…he was…MARIKU!!" Malik looked as if he could skin someone alive, so Bakura quickly jumped out of his way and allowed him to continue on his path to Mariku's room, following closely behind.

   Malik bounded through the door and marched straight to the bed. Not even noticing or caring what Mariku and Ryou were doing, he pushed Ryou out of the way and whacked Mariku right square in the jaw.

   "You! You freakin' moron! You…how could you be so stupid?!?" Malik grabbed on to his hair and pulled Mariku's face up until it was only inches from his own.

   "What the hell were you thinking?" He whispered hoarsely. By this point, both Bakura and Ryou had decided that it would be best to get out of the way of a fight between Malik and Mariku. However, neither wanted to leave, incase one, or both got hurt, so they stood in the doorway watching.

   "Get off!" And with that Mariku pushed him with such a force that Malik fell off the bed. But that didn't stop him.

   "How do you plan on getting home?!?" Malik shouted from the floor.

   "What the hell are you talking about?" Mariku snapped nastily.

   "Where are we!?" Malik asked, sounding angry and worried.

   "What do you mean? We're in Tokyo bay! Where else would we be?"

   "Oh, I dunno…how about…the middle of nowhere!!" Malik shouted.

   "Wha?!? B-but that's…that's impossible!" Mariku hopped off the bed and brushed past Ryou and Bakura. Leaning over the side of the yacht he looked out to sea.

   "This cant be happening." He whispered, putting a hand to his forehead. Malik followed behind him, and Bakura and Ryou followed Malik.

   He crossed his arms as he stared at his darker half.

   "What exactly did you do last night?" Malik asked sullenly.

   "I…well…I was steering out in the harbor…then Ryou came in the cabin…and I…we went back to the…oh shit." Mariku looked as if he could throw himself overboard.

   "I swear Mariku…if you had a brain you'd be dangerous."

Mariku started pacing up and down the deck, every so often running his fingers through his hair, as he would mutter curses under his breath.

  Malik and Mariku started shouting at each other again, and started another fistfight. Bakura and Ryou just watched from a corner, not saying anything to each other, until Bakura couldn't take it anymore.

   "Oh would you two just shut up!" He yelled. They both snapped their heads in his direction as they quickly shut their mouths; still gripping each other's throats. "Look, we-we're going to be fine." He said, trying to believe himself, but it was no good. He knew that if they didn't find land soon not only would they run out of food, but they were all liable to kill each other before they hit land.

   "You just stay out of this!" Mariku shouted at him.

This was the wrong thing to say to an angry three thousand-year-old evil spirit.

   Bakura didn't even give Malik the chance to move away. Instead, he pushed him out of the way and charged at Mariku. What he didn't expect was for Mariku to back up. So, pushing him with full force, both lost their footing and fell over the railing, still gripping each other.

   "Oh my God! Mariku!" Ryou squealed hanging over the railing and looking down to where he and Bakura were still fighting. Bakura pushed Mariku's head down and held him underwater until he received a nasty kick that made him let go.

While Ryou was screaming like a little girl, Malik ran to the cabin and pulled the lifesaver from the wall. Running back to the side of the ship he threw it overboard.

   "Grab onto it!" He yelled to them. But Bakura didn't want to so he pushed it away and continued to struggle with Mariku, taking another nasty kick from him.

   Over and over again Malik would throw it out to them only to have it pushed away until finally, after about a half an hour, when the two were exhausted they grabbed on and were pulled back onto the yacht.

   "What the hell was that?!" Malik yelled as he pulled Bakura over the railing and sat him down on the floor. "You could have drowned!"

   Ryou, Mariku, and Bakura snapped their heads up and stared at Malik. For the first time in his life he sounded worried for another human being. He was showing Bakura compassion; something that none of them thought they would ever see.

   Malik noticed the weird glances and felt his face grow hot.

   "What are you lookin' at!" He snapped. They quickly looked away, and Ryou helped Mariku off his feet as they stumbled away, leaving Malik and Bakura alone.

   Turning back to Bakura, Malik put on a more worried expression.

   "You two aren't going to make anything better if you fight like that all the time." Malik said.

   "Yea, well he deserved it! He got us into this mess!" Bakura hissed as he grabbed his side, wincing in pain.

   "What's wrong?" He asked tenderly.

   "Nothing. It's nothing." Bakura insisted.

Malik lifted Bakura's shirt up and saw a red mark where a bruise was starting to form.

   "He gave you a pretty nasty kick." Malik wrapped Bakura's arm around his neck and hoisted him up, carrying him back to the room.

   Bakura winced and gritted his teeth all the way until Malik sat him back down on the bed. He lay down slowly on his back and allowed Malik to examine the tender spot while he gripped the sheets tightly.

   "I've got a first aid kit in the other room." Malik said to him as he brushed Bakura's white hair out of his face and kissed his lips gently. "I'll be right back."

   Bakura was left alone to drown in his thoughts. He never remembered feeling angrier towards someone. Mariku had pissed him off for the last time. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. However, the reason that he was furious really shocked him. He wasn't so much angry at the fact that Mariku had talked back to him, and he didn't care that Ryou was with him anymore. This time he was worried for Malik. Malik was the only one on his mind right now, and if anything were to happen to him out here because of Mariku, Bakura had made up his mind that he would rip the son-of-a-bitch's heart out.

   'You're such a fool Bakura.' His conscience taunted him. 'You know you aren't capable of caring for someone. So why try?'

   This was true. He didn't really know how to care, or if he was even capable of doing so. His conscience was eating away at him now, making him feel guilty, like he was lying to Malik or something.

   When the cabin door opened, Bakura's thoughts were quickly pushed aside as Malik came back in and sat down on the bed next to him.

   At that point, he didn't know what to think. Whenever Malik was gone Bakura felt unworthy of such an incredible being, like all he was doing was hurting him. But whenever he was around him, Bakura could think of nothing more then holding him, protecting him. He was never one to mess with the wellbeing of others. Frankly, he couldn't give a damn about what happened to somebody else; and he liked it that way. He liked looking out for only one person, himself. So why now? Why were his emotions torn? Why was he even having emotions?

   "What's wrong with you?" Malik asked, seeing the bemused expression on Bakura's face.

   "Huh? Oh…nothing…I was just thinking." Bakura responded quickly.

   "About what?" Malik questioned as he began to doctor him up.

   "It's not important…" He replied huskily. "Really."

   "I think it is." Malik put down the gauze and picked up Bakura's hand, staring him right in the eyes.

   Bakura couldn't take it anymore. When Malik stared him down, it was as if he could see right through him. He hated that. He hated feeling helpless; being at the mercy of another.

   "I…we shouldn't be together." He started, squeezing Malik's hands a little tighter when he saw the hurt expression on his face. "No, no I don't mean it that way…Malik…I want to be with you. I-It's just that…God this is hard…this is so wrong, but it feels so right…people like us…uh…mostly me…well, I don't have a heart…I don't have feelings. You are almost as heartless as I am…but you still have hope at least. I lost my heart three thousand years ago." Bakura stopped and looked away, for the first time in his life he felt deeply hurt by the fact that the Gods took away his soul, and rendered him unable to care. No one knew that this happened, he was forbidden to tell anyone, or he would be punished severely.

   Malik lifted his hand and placed it over Bakura's chest, where a steady rhythmic pulse was felt.

   "You have a heart. Just don't be afraid to open it up."    

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That's chappie five for ya…please don't forget to review…

Malik::Tear:: I knew Bakura had some good in him ::Hugs life size Bakura plushie tighter::

::Rolls eyes:: Hopeless case!!

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