((Author's note: Oh wow, I am so excited that you guys liked it! Well, here is the next chapter, I'll let the boys say the thank you's.))

Bakura- :::rolls his eyes, then looks at the list::: OK, first off..

Ryou- NO NO NO! You can't just say that. You need to feel the love that comes to you!

Bakura- :::starts choking::: L...Love?!

Ryou- Yep, just follow my lead. OK. Ready Yami?

Bakura- :::starts to snarl and growl like wild animal:::

Ryou- Great! Thank you so much to the ever loved Yami Krissy. Also I would like to thank in warmest regards, the wonderful hikariwholovesbishis.

Bakura- That's it? I could've done...

Ryou- Wait! This is the best part. Then you have to..:::whispers something in his Yami's ear::::

Bakura- WHAT? No, I absolutely refuse! NO NO and NO!

Ryou- It's not that bad. Here, watch this. Takes both reviewers hands in his and kisses them. :::he smiles and then looks at a very sick looking Bakura:::

Bakura- :::growls then straightens slightly.::: Nikou Kaiba, I want to thank you from the bottom of my blackened soul. :::Takes her hand and kisses it. ::: There! I did it! Now can we move on!?

Ryou- On with the story! Good job Yami, I'm so proud of you! :::Bakura stalks off mumbling:::

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"Why?"

"I don't know Yami. I guess because I care." Bakura tensed at his response. Ryou? Care? But why? And how? Before he could think anymore he felt the soft hands of his hikari touch his arm. He looked into Ryou's eyes. They were filled with tears, his white hair surrounding his face. He looked like an angel.

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Bakura looked at his hands. They were still stained from Ryou's blood. Yet, this blood was different. Instead of hatred towards his actions, he felt confusion and innocence. Again he stared into the chocolate pools of his hikari's eyes. Framed gently with a frosty tear that started to fall down his reddened cheek. For the first time in Bakura's history, he felt guilty. Guilty that he had done this to a boy who had always cared for him. He began to lose himself in his thoughts.

"Yami?" An almost leery voice broke the silence.

Bakura stared downwards, almost afraid to face this angel. Himself a demon, a creature of darkness, found himself scared to speak. What had he to be fearful of? He was a tomb robber. An Egyptian with high reputation, well for a thief at least. Maybe it was the way that Ryou was looking at him right now. The face that he could not stand any longer. It was the expression of pity. He felt himself tense and he started to back away from the bed. The blood in his hands seemed to scream out. His mind raced and his heart quickened. Before he could stop himself he was running as fast as he could out of the door.

He didn't know where he would go, but he had to find some place to rid himself of these thoughts. And Ryou. His past was beginning to haunt him. 'Why?! After so many years of pleasing myself with their blood am I just now feeling the pain?!' Darkened memories surrounded the path in front of him. Spirits of the long lost victims screamed through the mists. Every rain drop seemed to mock his steps. Bakura did not know where his feet would lead him.

Lightning lit up the sky, and the thunder shook the very ground beneath his muddy shoes. His white hair clinging to his face as he ran. The rain fell harder feeling as tiny stones upon his aching body. He looked again to his hands. The blood was still there. He started to rub his hands together to rid himself of the stains, but he couldn't. Although the crimson came off, he still felt it burning in his palms and fingertips. He dodged street cars and buses, ran across lawns, trampled through flower beds, leapt over walls. When his mind let him stop, he found himself staring at the vast and endless ocean.

::::General POV in Ryou's house:::

Ryou watched as his Yami's face grew strangely grim. He cried out softly to stop him from turning away, but it was too late. He had run out of the door with a look of pain upon him. Ryou felt as if he had said something wrong and began to berate himself for anything that he could have done. Then his mind thought harder. 'Yami had looked as if something or someone had hurt him.'

Without another word, Ryou threw off his bed sheets and leapt out of bed. He put his shoes on and tied them hurriedly. Within a second, his feet were sliding across the wood floor and stopped at the door. He looked out the window.

"Oh joys, it's raining."

The door shut after him with a slam. His tiny feet racing across the streets and his eyes searching for any way his Yami might have gone. There was no sign of him. 'He could be anywhere!' Ryou began to run, he didn't know where, he didn't know why, but he ran. Rain stung his burning cheeks. The dried blood started to rinse slowly out of his ivory hair. Lightning struck the ground a few hundred feet away from him causing the lights to spark and flicker. The thunder grew louder and he suddenly felt alone, cold, and frightened. His cinnamon eyes widened in fear. He suddenly stopped his pursuit and looked around. Ryou found himself along the coast looking towards a solitary figure off in the distance. It was his Yami.

Ryou felt his already tired and aching legs run faster than they had ever moved. He looked in horror as he watched a sudden burst of lightning strike the ground right next to the Spirit. When the sparks had faded, there was no sign of his Yami anywhere. Ryou ran to the spot he had last seen him. His eyes searching below into the jagged coastline. No trace of him anywhere. Ryou fell to his knees and began to beat the soaking earth beneath him. Tears flowing uncontrollably. His white hair disheveled and knotted clung to his face. He gasped for breath between sobs holding his knees to his chest.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and approached the pathetic boy. His own hands shaking as he advanced toward him. A certain feeling of guilt overcame him again. 'How can I be feeling like this for this boy. This angel?' His own trembling hands reached out behind the boy. He felt the boy jump as he enclosed his arms around his delicate form. Bakura turned his hikari to face him. Both met each other's gaze with fear. Ryou gasped as he beheld his Yami kneeling before him. Suddenly, Ryou felt himself squeeze his Spirit with such force that it made Bakura gulp for air. The hikari let go awaiting a blow to his already injured face and braced for it. But the impact never came. Instead a light touch on his chin begged him to look up. His gaze fixed on the ever strange face of his Yami. It was calm, unlike any expression he had seen before.

Bakura returned the intent stare back to the fragile figure in front of him. His tangled hair fell behind his ears gently. 'Ra, he is an angel. A perfect being.' He brought his face closer to his hikari and soon found his quivering lips.

"I won't hurt you ever again. I swear it by the gods," Bakura whispered softly.

The Spirit filled the space between them and tasted the sweet lips of his angel. He felt the angelic being suck in air in surprise, but soon relaxed and began to kiss him back. The two wrapped in each other's arms, sharing their passions for one another. The lightning flashing everywhere, the thunder roaring about them, but not even nature could break this spell.

A shadowed figure sat nearby watching the change of heart play into his hands.

"Perfect Bakura. Perfect."

((Author's note: Well, I couldn't leave it as a happy ending now could I? I'm sorry, I felt so happy when I was writing this chapter. Let me know what you guys think! Please REVIEW!!!))