Back again! Sorry it took so damn long!!!! I've just been really distracted lately for some reason and incredibly lazy...but I'm updating! Anyways, I must thank all the nice reviewers!!

Ryuujitsu: Yay! Your dad bought a computer by accident? O_o? That's weird. But who am I to complain, that means you can write in a couple of weeks! Joy! Hope is not lost yet! You will always have my undying support for your pretty, pretty stories! ^_^. *gasp*! Geometry midterm?! Gods above!!!! You'll need every as much support as you need! May the gods be with you, I'm glad my midterms are done with, although I did absolutely crappy on them...T-T. I hate midterms...anyways, you know what? You're right, we need more Bakura and Ryou fluff around here, where are all the Bakura and Ryou fluff writers?! We need fluff!!!!! *sigh* I've been scouring ff.net and mediaminer for some good stuff...*sigh* need more fluff...fluff deprivation...*gasp, choke, die* @.@ Anyways, beyond that completely random note, I will wait with all the patience in the world for your fluffy stories!!!! Uh...right, on with the fic.

Jou: Chibis!!!! *squeal* cute! Awww...feel the chibi love! ^_^ I feel so loved by them! Thanks!

Voice-sama: Heh, that's funny, well its fun to annoy other's like Malik does!

BlingBlin021: Thanks!

Osiris Lee: Awww...thank you! I aim to please the fluff readers! Although it might get a little angsty soon...

Anime Crazed: Thanks, well we still love Malik, even if he was annoyingly interrupting the sweet fluffy moments!

Evil Chibi Malik: Yum, coconut pocky...such a variety, never seems to end. Not that I'm complaining ^_^. Anyways, Hope Kharue wakes up soon...here *give smelling salts* maybe that's waken him up! By the way how's your fic going? I see you finally figured out how to fix your fic, it happened to mine to...damn ff.net. _ Anyways, thanks! Also here, *brush to brush your messy straight hair* don't ask, oh and I'm slowly getting my friends hooked on pocky too, must spread all pocky goodness!!!!! ^-^

VampssAmby10210: Thanks!

Nadako-Mika: Thanks! I can't snap either, so don't feel bad about it. As for your updations, well you updated your angsty fic, and the humor fic can always wait. You know what they say; great pieces of art work take time! ^_^

Warning: Some yaoi between Bakura and Ryou, fluffiness!!!! ^_^ Angst will be coming up soon too! ^_^!

I don't write lemons, sorry to say, but one I don't want ff.net to erase my fic, and second of all I'm not brave enough to write one...*cowers under desk* Sorry! For all those who want one, uhhhh...use your imagination...^_^;; Sorry about that, but anyways on with the fic! By the way there's been a quite large time lapse about two months or so. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Two slim figures sat on the window sill, one using the other as a chair. Silvery hair glinted in the dying sun's light as the harsh rays of orange and crimson touched their cheeks. Pale fingers lay intertwined within tanned ones as he laid his soft feathery head against the strong chest of the other, listening to his heartbeat. Smiling the pale faced one nuzzled his head into the bronzed neck of Bakura and let out a soft contented sigh. The strong limbs of the tomb robber circled the youth, protecting him from nothing as the soft little body was curled up to him. He whispered inaudible words into the ear of the seer and as Ryou smiled lazily Bakura tightened his grip on the seer's tunic.

From a distance a pair of cool aquamarine eyes was trained on the romantic couple before her as a pair of serious lavender eyes studied her. Tanned fingers traced the design embroidered onto his tunic as Malik fidgeted uneasily.

"You're going to have to tell them soon you know..."

With a small sigh of discomfort Isis leaned her head against the doorway.

"But their so sweet on each other and it's only been a half a season since they've been together*. I don't want to tear them apart."

"But you told me Ryou's powers were developing, you can't ignore that Isis, you know it. The only reason you came home was because you said you had a premonition about a seer coming soon."

Lavender orbs lowered slightly as he trained his eyes to the embroidered designs of gold on his tunic, slim body leaning against the opposite side of the doorway from his sister.

"That's not the only reason I don't want to tell them and you know it Malik. I didn't want to leave, please believe me, but I had no choice! I'm sorry Malik, but it's not like I can bring you along to the Pharaoh's high court. He's already turned a blind eye to you and your business more then I can count. I don't want to leave either, baby brother."

She fondly tucked a stray strand of sun bleached hair behind his ear like she used to do when they were little. Malik still studied the embroidered patterns once more with new intensity.

"I know I don't blame you. It's just that it's been so long and...I miss you..."

Isis felt her own eyes prick with tears at the unusual display of emotions from her usually stoic brother. Letting out a soft sigh of misery she slowly let her arm fall around Malik's shoulders as she drew him into a quick hug before she leaned against the doorway again. Both aquamarine and lavender orbs shined brightly, like diamond in the setting sun as they tried to blink away tears.

The harsh garnet orbs rested on the relaxed dozing face of Ryou, the pale sea green eyes half laden in sleep. Gently he traced the gentle curve of the pale cheek and brought the small body closer to his as if fending him off from invisible attackers. In truth he was scared of what might happen to his mr, he looked so delicate, so frail. It was as if with a single harsh blow the beautiful figure of Ryou would shatter into a million irreplaceable pieces. He gently buried his nose into the soft feathery mane of silvery hair, deeply inhaling the sweet delicate scent so purely Ryou it sometimes made his head spin. Even if he rarely said he it, he loved the seer with all that was left of his heart. It sometimes hurt to whisper the words to the beautiful youth; it felt alien, unfamiliar on his tongue. Never had he said such affectionate things, never had he so gently touched another creature. He was almost scared at what was to become of him if he said the wonderful and dreadful words out loud. Would the mask of the tomb robber fade away and leave him weak and defenseless as he once was when he was a stupid young child?

A small sigh broke him out of his reverie and looking down he saw the gentle face of Ryou relaxed in sleep as the large sea green orbs were closed. He gently petted the soft mane of hair and placed a sweet kiss on the plumb lips. He loved the sweet innocent face he often rained with kisses, all of them feathery soft until passion got the better of him and he kissed the plumb lips with bruising force, or he just made them grow a deep scarlet with fevered kisses. The taste of Ryou was still burning on his lips as he lifted the light little body, and he carried him to the room they shared. At the slight jostling he received from the lift Ryou opened his eyes the tiniest bit and he smiled sleepily. Twining his pale arms around Bakura's neck he planted a soft sleep weighted kiss onto the tomb robber's thin lips before laying his head on the sturdy shoulder of Bakura and falling asleep once more he closed his eyes in bliss.

Bakura laid the body onto the pile of silken cushions and brought about the gauzy sheets around their bodies, letting Ryou curl his limbs so that his arms were drawn close to his chest and the thin legs were tucked close to his arms. He let out a small noise of discomfort as Bakura left to fetch a bowl of water to wash his face with. Letting out a barely audible chuckle he brought his body close to Ryou's and let the thin arms of the seer wrap themselves around his chest as the head rested on his shoulder where it made it his pillow. He looked down and quietly studied the sleeping features enhanced by Chon's glow of light. He tentatively brushed away the wispy locks that laid across his lover's cheek before whispering three words that always threatened to make him smile in happiness and shake in fear.

"I love you."

As the harsh gaze of Ra invaded the room, Bakura's garnet eyes snapped open. It was barely dawn, but still the gaze of Ra was strong. Sighing he laid his head back on the pillows and held close the warm sleepy body of Ryou, letting him drape his legs with his own, tangling them so he lay trapped under Ryou's embrace. The sleep tousled head shifted, finding a more comfortable spot on the tomb robber's chest. By the time Ra was fully up and gazing down upon his land, Ryou fluttered his sea green eyes and let them focus onto the hardened face of Bakura, that even when relaxed had a sharp edge.

Ryou had never seen Bakura asleep; he somehow always went to bed before Bakura ever did. He wanted to see if the thief's face was still sharp in his sleep, but no matter how long he tried to stay awake, sleep always over came him and forced him to close his eyes before the tomb robbers. Ryou had a suspicion that Bakura didn't want him to see what his face looked like when asleep. He didn't mind, he knew that whatever face Bakura had he would love him no matter what. He wouldn't give anything to change Bakura, no matter what. He had memorized every aspect of it starting from his face. The forever sharp garnet eyes that always caught everything, the jagged silvery hair that had been hacked away with by a knife, the smooth scars that were imbedded deep into his cheek followed by another short one almost outlining his eye, and the sharp angles of his face that made him look all the more handsome and mysterious, sometimes leaving his eyes to be pitted jewels amongst a crown of silvery hair glinting in the moon.

Bakura's body was lined with scars, many on his back. Ryou wasn't a simpleton; he knew what they were from. Thin lines that lashed across his back in crisscrossing roads, some reaching to his ribs, other's just a shallow scratch. There was also a long one by his thigh, one he had gotten from fighting another thief he had said, but Ryou knew there was more. The worst one was the one that was hidden by his scalp, one that went from his neck and followed the curve of it. White with age, but deep nevertheless. When Ryou had asked about it, Bakura only shortly answered he didn't remember how he had gotten it, but Ryou knew it had to do with his village and his escape. He never asked Bakura anymore then he gave, he knew that some things were meant to be left untouched.

Calloused hands gently touched his face and he looked up to see garnet eyes soften in the slightest bit as Bakura stared down at him. Those calloused hands were often rough but only gentled their touch for Ryou, only for Ryou. Smiling Ryou arose and bent down to give Bakura a chaste peck on the lips. Reaching for the bowl he wetted the cloth floating in it and gently washed Bakura's face, a daily ritual they had gone through since the day Ryou had slept with Bakura. As both refreshed left the private compounds of their room they made their way down to the dimly lit room in which Malik and Isis already sat, breakfast in front of them.

Sitting together they ate in unusual silence. Looking up at Isis, he though he saw the faintest traces of tears on her bronzed cheeks and Malik's bright lavender eyes held some unseen sadness to them. He had a feeling of dread growing in his stomach and he reached out to quickly intertwine his fingers with Bakura. As seeing both hands cradled in each other's Isis's eyes seemed to grow sadder.

"Ryou?"

"Yes?"

"We'll be leaving soon."

Confused Ryou clutched tighter to Bakura, dread exploding in the pit of his stomach as his heart began to flutter nervously.

"Where? Why?"

With a swallow Isis explained in a pained voice.

"As a seer you belong in the Pharaoh's high court among other seers. I had come due to a premonition about you Ryou, but now your powers have developed steadily and it is now your time to leave for the Pharaoh's high Court."

Ryou's breath caught at his throat as his eyes grew wide in fright and dread. Bakura unconsciously tightened his grip on Ryou's little fingers.

"But...but I don't want to leave! I want to stay with Bakura! Please let me stay!"

With a small pained look on her face Isis turned away and faced the fire, her voice unmasked in anguish. In a small whisper of a voice she answered back.

"I can't Ryou, I don't have a choice. Believe me Ryou I don't want to leave either, I really don't but we have no choice!"

For a fleeting second she let her watery aquamarine eyes rest on Malik before flickering back to the flames. Ryou clutched the tomb robber to his body as if he was his only hope of staying in the underground place he called home. With tears clinging to his long lashes Ryou turned to Bakura's face, eyes closed and mouth turned into a straight line.

"Did you know?"

Bakura opened his eyes and refused to face Ryou's imploring gaze.

"Yes, I knew from the beginning I could never have you, that you were destined to live a life in the Pharaoh's high Court and that I would never see you again once you had left."

Bakura's voice dropped to a whisper, he brought the soft lithe body of Ryou close to him; trying to will himself to memorize everything about Ryou he hadn't yet.

"You belong to the Gods and I even as a thief have no right to steal you away."

Closing his eyes once more Bakura carefully laid his cheek onto Ryou's soft mane as the youth began to let the salty tears fall down his pale cheeks.

"How long?"

The strangled whisper barely audible in the dim room, afraid of the answer. Bakura clung tighter to Ryou's body and gently began to pet the soft mane of hair. He didn't want to hear her answer, he wanted to stay in Ryou's embrace and forget about the world forever, but as her whispery voice echoed in the oddly silent room, he felt his heart and soul break into a million tiny splinters.

"One week" ***************************************************************** ******************************************* I'm sorry!!!!! I have to separate them, I have no choice! Ryou has to go to the high court or there no longer will be a plot to my flimsy crappy story! It'll get even sadder when they say good bye...I'm so evil!!!! T-T not like I want to be...anyways, please read and review for me and I'll update as soon as possible! Thank you all for reading my story! Ja! ^_^