Disclaimer: YuGiOh does not belong to me.

Yami Yugi= yami

yami bakura= bakura

bakura= ryou

yugi= yugi

Sorry if the Malik seems OOC.

As always this chapter is for my reviewers, You rock!

I want thank all my reviewers .... it's for you I'm risking this grounding by getting this up.

Murr: Bitter in arabic.

Chapter One: Murr

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Yugi woke up when a flash of pain shot up his arm, Yugi yelped. "well that's what happens you foolish mortal when you try to

kill yourself," came a gruff reply. "Huh," Yugi replied looking up to see a very ferocious Bakura looking down on him. " What ...,"

Yugi started to say but a ray of pictures from last night flashed threw his mind. Yugi suddenly became very quiet rocking him

self back and forth with eyes that were down cast and teary. Bakura stared at him wondering exactly what he should do. Ryou was

in his room and did not notice Yugi the previous night.

"Get up mortal," he growled at last. Yugi looked up at him very curious. Bakura rolled his eyes.

"I said get up mortal or are you not even capable of that," Yugi slowly got up nervously as Bakura pulled him out of the house.

Bakura raced down the streets dragging Yugi with him, Bakura finally stopped at a white mansion after a few words with guard at the front

gate. Yugi and Bakura were admitted into the estate. "'bout time you got here Bakura" called a familiar voice. Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Malik," he greeted coolly. As the hyper teen came running up to the pair.(1)

"Isis is out, so we can do what ever we need to do," Malik responded grinning evilly. involuntarily Yugi let out a small gulp. The

platinum hair teen then turned his lavender eyes on Yugi.. Malik frowned slightly, "How you feeling Yugi, "he asked cautiously. " I'm um I'm fine thank you" Yugi stuttered.

"Sure" said Malik skeptically. After battle city Yugi offered a hand of friendship to

Malik . Yami however felt uncomfortable with Malik. And Yami being the head of

the "clique" got the final say on the matter. Yugi looked down uncertainly. While Malik was chatting to Bakura about something

or other. Yugi's mind was racing. He wasn't dead, he was standing outside Malik Ishtar's home and Bakura had stopped him

from killing himself. He was confused and more then little frightened.

Meanwhile Bakura and Malik were trying to understand the whole predicament a little better. "And he tried to stab him

self with a knife?" Bakura nodded. Malik raised an eye brow, "Do you know why?"

'I have a rough idea, but he's not talking much."

"You think his Yami left him behind."

"I think that is the most plausible answer."

"So you want me to what, help make his Yami's life a living hell or baby-sit."

"both."

"Just one question Bakura."

"grunt"

"Why do you care?"

The truth was Bakura didn't know why he wanted to help, but he wasn't going to tell Malik this.

"To bring that stupid pharaoh back to earth were he belongs like the rest of us."

Malik grinned, turned around grabbed Yugi's hand and dragged him to his mansion, Bakura following behind.

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It was a weekend and Yami was a pharaoh so it was the afternoon when he woke, awakened by the telephone ringing.

He got off his bed and picked up the telephone. "Yami," he growled into the receiver a bit annoyed.

"Pharaoh," drawled a familiar cold voice.

"Tomb robber what do you want,?" Yami growled.

"I want to speak to Yugi," Bakura said innocently.

"Why," Yami asked suspicious.

"None of your business."

"It is my business he's my hikari," Yami fumed.

"Are you sure about that," Bakura cackled evilly.

"What of coarse he's ....,"

"Oh then tell me great Pharaoh were is your Hikari at this moment," the thief interrupted. mockingly.

"He's in his room were you could never get him."

Are you sure about that," Bakura whispered before he hung up.

Yami raced in to Yugi's room only to find it empty. On the bed was the millennium puzzle laying pathetically.

"Yugi," The Pharaoh gasped.

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"That was evil Bakura," Malik laughed

Bakura grinned, "so the plan has your approval Mr. Ishtar."

"Definitely."

Yugi was looking forlornly down at his feet,"But..But."

Bakura cocked his head towards Yugi, "What did you say mortal?"

looking a little nervous brought his eyes up to meet Bakura's.

"But isn't this wrong"

Bakura laughed, "Wrong, child the pharaoh does not know what the word means"

"At this Yugi turned his gaze to his shoes once again.

Malik sighed "Yugi,were not hurting him in any ....physical way"

"He deserves it" Bakura said without interest..

"But he.. but he...," Yugi tried to say.

"But he what.. abandoned his Hikari for fame."

"Isn't that a bit hypocritical," Malik asked.

Bakura sent the blond Egyptian a death glare that would make a person's blood run cold. But Malik just smirked back.. Yugi burst

out laughing which soon became hysterical crying. Bakura just stood there not knowing what to do. Malik however took a seat beside Yugi

and started to tell him of Egypt until all Yugi's tears stopped and he fell asleep. It was weird as clueless as he was sometimes, sometime Malik knew exactly what to do, thought Bakura amused..Yugi's head was resting in Malik's lap, this would be good blackmail Bakura decided and started plotting"

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Ok I'm sorry for the delay and short chapter. if you want my pathtic excuse go to my author bio.

(1) Is Malik hyper? I don't know but he will be sort of hyper in the story.

NOTES:

*This is your chance to vote on the pairings in this story so vote.

*I snuck on (my parents are out but will be coming back soon). This is my Birthday present to my self since my birthday is

on August 3rd.

*Sorry if the grammars bad I couldn't reach my beta and I had limited time to proofread.

NOTE To MY BETA READER: So sorry I haven't been able to reach you please e-mail me so I can send you this chapter and the

next to proofread.