I'm back again! I decided to try to upload one last chapter before I move out, so here it is! T-T I got my PSAT's back and I did badly!!!!!! *sigh* now I have to work even harder to better! Damn...okay ignoring my depression I must thank all the nice people who reviewed now!

Ryuujitsu: Yay, you reviewed for me!!! O_O Now I feel bad for taking your time on your abstract...but thank you!!!!!!! I'm glad you like all the details, I love writing up detail, I think you do a great job with that in your story too...as for Malik and Bakura, I'm going to make Malik tease Bakura a lot more now...it's so fun!!! I'll take that into mind, I know it always seems a bit sappy, but I'll try to make it choppier, thanks again! Hope your abstract turns out good!

Nadako-Mika: *hands umbrella* Here you go, looks like you need it. Thanks! I got one last chapter up before moving!

Queen of the Storms: Thanks! Yeah, I decided that they needed a move on with their feelings now.

Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!

VampssAmby10210: Thanks, here's a new chapter!

DreamingChild: Thanks, you're so considerate! Well, one last chapter before a long wait.

Anime Crazed: Yup, Bakura the heartless emotionless tomb robber DOES care!!!!!

DaLizzie: Thanks for being so considerate!

Evil Chibi Malik: Yum...pocky...and a cute Ryou plushie! Thanks! My goodness, Kharue seems to pass out a lot lately, hope he's doing fine...anyways, thanks!

Like I said one last chapter before I move. We're supposed to get the internet reconnected again on Tuesday so I'll try to update around that week. On another note, happy holidays everyone!!! Happy Christmas, Yule, Hanukah, Kwanza, and any other holiday I missed out there! Hope you're all happy out there!

Warning: Yaoi between Bakura and Ryou, as usual. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* It was dark, well almost light. He could see the soft timid rays illuminated in the still darkened sky. With a soft sigh, tousled silvery hair cascaded down slim shoulders. Wide pale green eyes stared at the far distance, straining to make anything out in the hazy darkness. Giving up he slumped onto the headboard once more, wishing he had some source of light to illuminate the room. Without warning, a soft glow erupted from the depth of his hands, and soon a neat little ball of light lay in his hands, giving off a soft gentle pearly glow in the wide room.

"Did I do that?"

He softly whispered to himself. With a cautious finger he poked at the ball of light and it stayed quite solid. Making up his mind that it was actually real and not an illusion, he stood up and made his way to the basin. Splashing his face with cool water he felt refreshened. Attempting to run his fingers through his tangled mess of mane, he stepped out into the silent hall ways. All lights were extinguished except for the glow cradled in his hands. The silvery hair seemed to give off a slight glow in the darkness, as he walked down the silent halls. He suddenly gave a small stumble and the glow of light left his hands, rolling on the cold marble floors. It entered a slightly open door on its own accord and Ryou scurried after it.

He was dreaming, dreaming of a long time ago, a time when he was still a novice in the art of thievery. When he made by life by nicking the fresh breads laid out by careless bakers, when he stole away at the cheap things that nobody cared about. He was dreaming about the day when he had stolen his first large steal, a glimmering ring, gold encrusted with a large ruby. The deep blood like color giving off its own aura, staining anything close to it with its own little glow of deep crimson red. It was easy; nobody had seen his hands snatch at the small item. That was when he realized that no one cared for something they couldn't see, that anything small could be his in a blink of an eye.

Soft footsteps made him jerk awake, automatically unsheathing a knife hidden within his pillows. Soft Nile green eyes peeked into the door and shrank away slightly. Realizing that it was only the young seer, Bakura hid the knife within the depths of his silken cushions. A soft glow caught his eyes, and he let his garnet eyes settle on the ball of glowing light. Curious he picked it up, letting the globe roll in the palm of his hand. It was small, fitting the small crook in his palm, yet it let out a soft and strong light. It created eerie shadows across his face, leaving the blood red eyes in the shadows, exaggerating the sharp angles of his handsome face. After a moments pause he let his eyes dart to the young boy standing by the doorway, timidly keeping his gaze on the marble floor.

Without any words uttered, he offered the globe to the younger boy, coaxing him to come closer. Like a frightened animal, Ryou slowly inched to the outstretched hand and hesitantly let his small fingers close around the glowing ball of light.

"Did you make it?"

Without looking up Ryou nodded. Like a little child, he kept his gaze trained to the floor once more. The pale green eyes trained on the spots of light escaping from his clasped fingers. Hesitantly he rose up from the cold floor and kept his eyes trained to the floor.

"I'll leave now, I'm sorry for bothering you."

He looked up for a miniscule minute to look at Bakura's blooded eyes before slipping out of the door and once more into the halls. Garnet eyes stared at the still open door and silently cursed him self. With a small sigh he arose from his pile of silken cushions and let the crimson over robe drape around his lithe body. He ran long calloused fingers through his short locks, shaking them free of tangles. With a free hand he dipped his fingers into the basin of water and ran them through his hair again. Lighting a candle he watched the flickering flames draw shadows that faded and grew on the walls. The wax slowly dripped down the stark white stem, hardening as it trailed down. He let a trail of hot wax drip down his tanned skin, contrasting starkly against his darkness. He bit back a hiss as the scorching heat soon cooled to his skin. He flexed his hands into a fist and watched as the delicate stream of wax broke off, crumbling onto the cool marble floor, lying there in splinters as it slid off of his skin. With a careless swipe of his feet he let it scatter across his floor, and slowly he let out a small grin as they disappeared into the shadowy depth of his still dark room.

The slim figure wandered the empty hallways, feeling loneliness creep up on him. He was never lonely in his village; there was always something to do, or someone to play with. Here it was so empty, so much solitude. It was as if the atmosphere was afraid to breathe a breath of fresh air. As if it had to hold its tone of austerity. Well...Isis was nice and Malik was fun to be with, almost like an older brother. Bakura was...well Bakura was confusing. He could see the thief being wonderfully gentle with him; then suddenly shutting off everything around him, cloaking himself in an air of mystery and deceit. It made Ryou shudder every time Bakura's eyes suddenly grew dull and he slowly withdrew himself away from everything, and once his eyes lost its dullness it would sparkle with hate and malice.

With a forlorn sigh he made his way back to the familiar dimly lit room, in which there always seemed to be a fire which burned merrily. As he stepped into the room he was surprised to find that another figure already sat on the cushions, relaxing as a hand idly twirled a dagger. Platinum blonde hair glimmered in the dim light as lavender lazily gazed into the fire.

"Malik?"

Immediately the lavender eyes grew wide in interest and the dagger landed neatly in his hand. With a small smile Malik motioned the boy to sit close to him.

"What are you doing up so early? What are you doing here? Where'd you get that? Are you hungry? Think anybody's up yet? When did you get up? Why are you up? Did I already ask that? Should you even be up?"

A list of questions rattle out of Malik's mouth as Ryou sat himself next to the blonde. Blinking he just smiled and let the ball of light illuminate the room.

"I couldn't sleep. And you?"

"Not tired."

That would explain the endless questions that were emitted from his mouth. Malik once more lay relaxed on the cushions. The dagger had disappeared into the folds of his clothes and was nowhere to be seen. The tanned fingers quickly skimmed his tousled hair as he stretched luxuriously onto the cushions, comfortable in his place. Ryou sat for awhile in silence, watching the leaping flames as they licked the slowly burning wood.

"Malik, may I ask you a question?"

"Hm?"

"What happened to Bakura?"

Malik stiffened slightly. His lavender eyes rested on Ryou's slim form, testing something only he could see. He slowly sat up and rested his chin on his hand. He worried one lip as he chewed at it, contemplating what to tell the child.

"Bak would kill me for telling you..."

"I won't tell...I promise. I just want to know what happened."

"It's not pretty...well if you want to know...Bakura lived in the place of thieves. You know, Kuru Enru. Heard of it?"

With a slight nod from the young seer Malik continued.

"Yeah well, he lived there for quite a bit I think. Anyways, from what he told me the pharaoh, not this one the one before, ordered his troops to the village. And one by one the soldiers killed of his people, he told me he escaped but he seemed a little unsure about how he did it. Seems to have blacked out a bit after that, told me he ended up in the desert like you, but someone found him and let him go on his way. Anyways, he told me he went back a couple cycles* ago, to see if there were any survivors, you know just in case...nothing...they had burned the whole place down, left the dead for the jackals and scavengers. He was a mess by then...came back talking in gibberish, something about revenge on the pharaoh, stealing from him, humiliating him. He was just plain crazy, but can't really blame the guy."

With a pause Malik tilted his head to glance at Ryou. The pale lavender eyes serious and steady.

"You have to remember Bakura saw his whole family die in front of him, and seeing the place in dust, something just musta snapped. God's after that little visit I had to drug him to keep him partly sane. It was crazy; I don't think he ever got over it. But can you ever?"

He slowly drifted off as he lost himself in his thoughts. The tan fingers tracing invisible patterns onto the marble floor. The blonde hair rested on the bronzed cheek as he slowly said something once more.

"Bakura...he's the sort of guy that can't take anything easily. Never did, always acting on temper and impulse. Never thought through anything...but he never dwells on the past. That's what makes him so emotionless, so separate. That's what you wanted to know right? I know you did, I did to. He never really understands anything that happened to him back at Kuru Enru. Hell, I don't understand. He just...layers himself on mystery you know? He hides himself, he doesn't want to know what happened, he's just bent on getting revenge, living through the fact that he has someone to hurt out there, someone to blame, but once he does that...if he does kill the pharaoh, who's he going to blame?"

With that question hung in the air Ryou glanced at the blonde to see once more that he was engrossed in his thoughts, lavender eyes serious and unglimmering. Suddenly a soft whisper made him look at the blonde once more.

"One day Bakura, you're going to have to face the fact that revenge can only get you so far my friend, then what will you do?" ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Done! Well, that was bad...sorry! I tried to do my best, but it might not have been all that great. Anyways, check out my one shot, still raining and as usual read and review! This will the last update until at least Tuesday, sorry to say. I'll try to update soon after that and thank you for reading my fic!! Love you all out there! Ja and have a great vacation everyone! ^_^