Hello! I'm back because I realized that Veterans Day is tomorrow and it has enabled me to write more!!!!! Joy!!! Anyways thank you's:

Bakura-is-MINE-1: *sigh* I agree, I mean really! Do teachers have telepathic powers or something?! Oh well, anyways thanks! Oh and continue your story! I promised a review so you must write!

Aurora of the Moon: Thanks, you're so nice! I try to update as much as I can, but of course it does take awhile, usually depends on what kind of mood I'm in...

Evil Chibi Malik: Thank you for all the reviews!!!!! I feel bad for you, only on the weekends?! Poor you...thank you for the plushies and the pocky!!! I feel so loved! Thank you! Oh and the Bakura thing? My friend did that to me once, well not throw me off the bed but she called me early in the morning and man was I pissed! I refused to speak to her all day and didn't forgive her for another week...actually I still remind her of it. ^_^; I'm not really a morning person as you can tell.

Phwee? Yami hobo: Hope you get better! Here *give you a box of tissues and nice hot soup.* Thanks!

Hikari-neko: Thanks! I'll keep writing as you asked!

Yuri Rikusentai: Thanks! Yeah I hoped for a way different Bakura. Lucky you, eating pizza...well anyways here's another chapter!

Bakuraluva: Yeah it was a boring chapter, but Bakura needed some more detail...sorry about that. Don't worry; Ryou will be in this chapter!

DaLizzie: Ah yes, for the torture of Bakura...I'll come up with something. Something evil...yes evil...anyways, thanks for the review!

On with the fic!!!

Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura as usual, some more Ryou angst and a cold, cold Bakura ***************************************************************** ******************************************* As Nut adorned her body with stars, two figures rode out to the desert, kicking the sand up as the beat of horse hooves drummed nearer to the withered shanty. As they stepped down from their horses they both entered the shanty and walked down the steps leading them to the underground house. Both were weary and dust was imbedded into the fold of their robes, making small dust clouds erupt every now and then. As they entered the dimly lit room once more they dropped down onto the pile of silken pillows, letting their bodies relax under the soft fabric.

"I see you're back, I'm presuming that business was good?"

Isis's cool voice leaked no emotion yet relief had trickled into her aquamarine eyes. Soft green eyes peeked out from her side, soft white hands clutching Isis's dress. He looked like a small child who was meeting some strangers, wary and cautious.

"Ah, you remember Ryou?"

She gently led him to the pile of silken pillows and let him sit near the two men who were half dozing. Suddenly two pairs of eyes flew open as they caught a glimpse at the now clean Ryou. His pale skin stood out even in the dimly lit room, illuminated by the sheer paleness of itself. A few bandages were wrapped around his arms, but other then that one could see how perfect it was, just screaming of silken touches and soft caresses. His large sea green eyes gazed shyly at the marble floors, flickering up once in awhile to catch the amazed glances. What shocked them both the most was the long luxuriant hair that was draped down on his shoulders, curling naturally at the ends and softly brushing his cheeks. Its silvery white color seemed to shine in the dim firelight much like his skin, shining like Chons, the god of the moon. Startled they both just sat in awe at the sheer innocence and beauty of the child. The fire light drew shadowed designs on his face, shadowing it to create a luminous effect on the pale skin and hair. It was like the beauty of the moon, haunting and mysterious.

"Sheni-f em hetch."*

Malik finally broke the silence as he dared to whisper words into the impending silence. A faint blush painted the pale cheeks of Ryou only to create a more tempting picture as his cheeks grew rosy for a minute. His long lashes lowered and it gave out the illusion of Ryou sleeping or closing his eyes, giving him an angelic quality. With slim fingers he fingered the hem of the new tunic he wore, tracing the patterns stitched in with black thread. He looked up and met Malik's surprised lavender eyes and held them for a moment caught in each other's powerful gaze. Neither moved nor blinked, just stared, as if they were gazing into each other's souls. Searching into each other's eyes, trying to uncover long hidden secrets and desires. Then suddenly they blinked, breaking each other's spell. Letting out a little nervous laugh Malik stretched out and smiled at the silent youth.

"Sorry."

Smiling softly Ryou looked beyond Malik and met Bakura steady shocked garnet gaze. Suddenly Bakura moved, slowly but steadily. His movements were silent as the night and fluid as a stream. He inched towards Ryou until they were face to face, eye to eye. Sea green met blood red. They searched deep into one another's eyes, searching for that something that essence that made them Ryou or Bakura. Ryou's eyes wandered the tanned face of Bakura, taking in the sharp scar that ran underneath his eye as if someone had slashed it with a knife just missing his eye.* He took in the ragged silvery hair so much like his own, yet so wild and unkempt. The sharp glint that seemed to be imprinted in his eyes glimmered, wavering for a minute before steadying to its former self. Bakura took in the soft pale skin, so much like the marble in which they sat, smooth and perfect with no flaws; the hollowed cheeks that once must have been full, the gentle curves of the young one's face. The way the silvery hair seemed to be tamed and gentled, curling around the slim shoulders and just barely caressing those soft looking cheeks of his. Most of all those eyes, those eyes that spoke of mystery and haunt. That gentle fire that we called life seemed to burn a little too dimly in the Ryou's eyes, dimmed by what ever horrors the boy had seen, dimmed by what ever drove him to the stifling desert, what ever drove him to walk for a week in the too hot sun. That something in Ryou's eye scared Bakura, it shook him to the very core, shaking what ever foundation he based his life on. Ryou's eyes spoke of innocence, of love, of gentleness, of everything Bakura hated to see in one's eyes. Even though he had been driven into the Ra forsaken desert, his eye shined with the inner light full of innocence, something that was long ago forsaken when Bakura saw his own family butchered in front of his very eyes, watching as they screamed and pleaded for mercy only to be silenced by the deadly whisper of a blade. The blade of the pharaoh. Even after all suffering he saw in the young one's eyes, innocence still glimmered in them. How? Why? Angry at his own mind for asking questions of thing that didn't concern him he drew his lips back in a snarl and within the blink of an eye he stalked into the dark marble passages, leaving behind a startled Ryou to stare at the flowing crimson robe fluttering behind him as he fled the thing that reminded him of what he had lost, what he had forsaken, what he had buried deep within him. Ryou looked up at Isis's dark aquamarine eyes to see her eye fixed on the dark hallway in which Bakura had disappeared, her face stony yet within that fixed mask he could make out the smallest hint of grief. Turning to the blonde, Ryou saw his lavender eyes closed, as he seemed to close away from Ryou, shielding answers and questions from him. Ryou stared down at the creamy marble that was so much like his own skin and closed his eyes, picturing those garnet eyes that stared so intently at him. He saw hints of envy, of hate, of longing, of buried pasts, of so many secrets yet to be unlocked. He saw the scarlet robe fluttering out at him, teasing him to follow, but he stayed rooted on the silken pillows, frozen by the tomb robber's complex ways.

Bakura slid onto his wall, supporting himself by leaning hard against it. Sitting on the wooden floors he grasped his short silvery locks with calloused fingers and let out a sigh. Resting his elbows on his knees he let his body be bathed by the silvery moon, closing his eyes from the world, the crackling fires, the green eyes that spoke of innocence, innocence long lost to him. As he let the moon's silvery beams touch his face, a single opaque tear rolled down his darkened cheek. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* O_O Bakura crying?! Well it was only one tear, but still! Why did I make him do that?! You'll all find out soon enough...or maybe not. We'll see!!! Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, it was a bit longer then the rest, like I said I'll try to make them longer. So as usual please read and review!! And until the next chapter, ja! ^_^

* Sheni-f em hetch means his hair is like silver

*Yes I know that Bakura has a scar running down under his eye and two short ones across but he didn't get those yet. He'll get them later.