Chapter 3

(3 days later)

"So just where did this Malik guy say you had to meet him?" Joey asked, lazily draped over the arm of Yugi's living room couch. "Yeah, Tokyo tower, top floor, you know the balcony? And I'm supposed to be there soon!" Yugi said, walking towards the door. "But," tea squeaked, "what if something goes wrong?"
" Don't worry," Yugi replied. "I'll be fine." Closing the door after himself, Yugi trotted down the hall to the front door. Back inside the room, Tristan leaded towards the other two as he picked up the phone. "I got an idea."

*

Bakura set the phone back down, flopping back onto his pillow. What had pencil-head said? Something about Malik and ... what was it? The… Tokyo tower? 'Oh well I don't care any ways?' he thought. ' I should just die. That's right that's what I 'll do.' Sitting up and pulling off his shirt, he slowly walked towards the kitchen, dragging his feet. Leaning on the counter, Bakura reached for the knife sitting on the sink. Resting it on his wrist, he closed his eyes and braced himself.

*

Stepping onto the top of Tokyo tower, Yugi looked around himself. Malik wasn't there. "That's odd," Yugi whispered. Sitting cross-legged on the other side of the building's stair well box, Malik thought about what had happened 3 days ago. 'I love you,' he thought. 'That was what Bakura said, right?' Malik glanced around the corner, to see Yugi standing in the center of the tower, his back to him. 'Perfect.' He thought. Jumping nimbly to his feet, he stepped around the corner. And was clouted in the back of the head. From the other direction, he saw a fist fly, and ducked just in time, only to receive a knee in his stomach. Glancing up from the ground where he sat, holding his bruised ribs, Malik saw Yugi, who was being held back under the arms by a tall, brown haired girl. Again, a fist flew at his jaw. When it connected Malik's lip was cut against his teeth. Blood splattered the wall behind him.

*

The knife clattered to the floor. Glancing out the window in the direction of the tower, Bakura held his nicked wrist in his other hand. 'Something's wrong.' He thought, before dashing out the door.

*

(A/N Sorry bout all the stairs. They just need to be there)

Bursting out of the top-level door, Bakura ran instinctively towards where he thought Malik was. It wasn't until he was almost there 'till his mind registered what he was seeing.

Malik, cut, bruised and limping was backing away from an enraged Tristan, who seemed to be missing the pointy part of his hair. A few meters away lay the millenium rod, and a chunk of Tristan's hair.

Suddenly, Malik caught sight of Bakura. He froze and for a moment their eyes connected. Tristan, the cheap basterd that he was, took advantage of the situation, and delt the UN-suspecting and wounded Malik a powerful shot in the face.

Staggering backwards, Malik cried out Bakura's name as he strived to regain his balance. Yet, failing to do so, he toppled over the side. Bakura failed to hear Yugi's cry to stop, or Tristan realization of what he'd just done. The only sound that was present in his mind was the cry of the one who'd just been sentenced to death as he UN-hesitantly followed him over the edge.

Kymo: HA HA HA cliffhanger!