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::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::ch2 Tears of the Sands:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

"Hey baka, you home?"

Ryou shuddered as he thought of what was coming his way. He was pretty used to it, after all, who was he to stand up to his alter ego Bakura? 'I wonder what I did now?' His mind reeled back to think of any possibilities. He didn't leave directions for the meatloaf. Maybe that was it, or maybe it wasn't bloody enough for Bakura's taste. His Yami did have a habit of eating raw and practically living things. 'Yes, that must be it.'

"Yes Bakura, I am home now," he answered almost in a whisper.

The spirit leaned over the railing that overlooked the entryway of the house. "What is that nasty stuff that is in the refrigerator?" His tone darkened as he mentioned "stuff."

"Um, meatloaf? Sorry if it isn't done to your liking, it's been in there for a couple days."

"Ugh, no wonder I was sick. You'll pay for that baka!"

"I always do," he silently muttered, "You did take it out of the plastic right?"

"That was what the shiny stuff was. That's interesting." He left the railing and walked into his room mumbling about this thing he had recently discovered.

Ryou sighed as he walked into the kitchen; his Yami had been at it again. The knives were out and the chocolate was poured all over the counter. Chocolate seemed to be a wonderful thing to the Spirit. He went through at least 3 bottles of Hershey's a week. Ra forbid if he ran out, poor Ryou would get the wrath of his Egyptian fury. Ryou had learned that lesson a while ago. He still had the scars to prove it. In his heart, the innocent boy knew that there had to be a tender side to his seemingly evil Yami. The time when Bakura had permitted him to go to the hospital when he was sick, and although the Spirit had liked scaring the nurses with the needles, he had still let Ryou go.

Lately Ryou also became aware that his Yami would take over a lot more than he had in the past. As if he grew bolder with his presence. In the soul room, he would often utter words such as, 'the 7 Millennium Items,' 'Marik,' 'revenge,' and even the name 'Pharaoh.' These words seemed to echo in the dark halls of his soul. Since this new awakening in the Spirit, he dared not venture out of his own soul room in case he would get lost in the twisted mind of his Yami. The young boy often was concerned about him, but would never let his feelings for his Yami free. He was too afraid of the rejection and heart breaking that might follow.

Ryou looked up to find Bakura staring at him curiously. "You seem lost in thought baka. You are going to get me some of those magic pills right? I don't like this new shiny shit anymore."

Ryou stifled back a laugh and went to grab some medicine from the cabinet. He took out one and walked up the stairs to the awaiting Spirit, who had his hand greedily open. Ryou handed him the pill and Bakura gulped it down. Deciding that it was best to let the magic pill do its duty, Bakura headed again into his room. He looked back out to see his light staring again into nothingness.

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'Strange, he never acts like this. Well, from what I've seen. Oh gods my stomach! Stupid shiny shit. Guess I should've waited for Baka to get home and tell me how to do it. What am I saying? I never wait. Oh dear Ra, I need to sleep. Marik is coming over to discuss his plans today. Can't have him here when I feel like vomiting.'

With that he again looked out the door, his light had gone into his room and was busy scribbling down his homework. It seemed to Bakura that Ryou never did anything destructive or fun for that matter. He was always busy with some extra curriculum activity or tutoring people. 'Oh well, I need to sleep.'

"Hey baka? If you hear a knock and a guy with sandy blonde hair comes to the door with a Millennium item in his hand let him in! I'm expecting company!"

A quiet 'OK' was heard from the other room. With a smirk on his face, Bakura sank into his many black pillows and drifted off into his dreamless sleep.

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'Expecting company? Now who is trying to kill? This can't be good. Oh well, it's his business, not mine.' His focus again drifted to reality. And sadly that reality was school. Mrs. Henry had been so generous in giving him extra homework for the night. The homework wasn't so bad; it was facing the bully again that he was worried about. He couldn't afford another black eye. Suddenly he snapped back into the present. There was a knock on the door.

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