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Ah! Gomenasai, Angel Reaper! I could have sworn I put the 'a' in but it appears that I didn't. I apologize! ^ ^;

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Well, since you all like it so much let's continue! XD

Warning: This story contains yaoi (if ya don't know what it is ask someone who does or read this story and find out the hard way), angst, violence, swearing, and a very cruel Bakura.

Disclaimer: I do not personally own Yugi-oh or any anime for that fact besides the little things I draw. ^ ^.

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Chapter 4

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"Malik, wait up!" The albino boy yelled to his friend some what out of breath.

"But Ryou, we're almost there and it's freezing out here! I don't know how the weather is here in Japan all the time but back in Egypt, it's pretty damn hot and I'm not used to this cold." Malik shot back at Ryou as he ran down the street bumping into people as he pushed through the thick crowd.

Fall had turned to winter so quick, if you blinked you would have missed it. Leaves we replaced with a thin layer of white snow and crisp frost. It never really snowed in the part of Japan Ryou and him lived but it was an exceptionally cold day thus, it was snowing.

"Malik! Stop running so fast! I'm getting lost in the crowd!" Ryou yelled as he tried his hardest to keep up with Malik. They were running on the wrong side of the street! Seeing that Japan was a crowded place, running towards the crowd while trying to keep up with someone was pretty hard. Especially for someone as small as Ryou. Malik on the other hand had some height to him. He was Egyptian after all. He also stuck out with his tan skin.


"Come on Ryou! It's just down the street!"

"I can see that! I do know where I'm going but I can't keep up with you!"

Loosing sight of Malik, Ryou slowed his pace and begun to walk. There was no point in running when the person he was running to was gone. Looking up at the sky a few crystalline snowflakes fell on Ryou's cheek making his eyes stand out and glimmer with their brilliant shade of light brown. He had pretty light eyes to be half Japanese. Or he was told he was half Japanese. It's not like he remembered if he was or wasn't. Malik had told him that his father was a very important Japanese businessman. Malik didn't know about Ryou's mom so that subject was left alone.

After a few minute of walking alone, Ryou walked up towards the front of the apartment building to see Malik hopping up and down and motioning him to hurry.

"There you are! You left me!" Ryou scolded him while jogging up to him.

"Look I'm sorry but it's cold! Can we please go in?"

"And where are your keys?" Ryou raised an eyebrow at him

"Oh! You see. . . .I kind-of left them upstairs"

Glaring at him, Ryou pulled the keys to the main entrance of the apartment out of his pocket. He quickly unlocked the door and held it open for Malik to walk in. He quickly took the open door invitation and jogged into the building that was still freezing. Chuckling, Ryou followed in.

Malik quietly followed behind Ryou as they made their way up the twisting, winding stare-well. Lucky them, they lived on the top floor.

"You know, my birthday is coming up." Malik said breaking the silence.

"Of really?! When?!" Ryou asked excitedly forgetting that maybe he was supposed to remember. Malik decided not to answer and just kept his eyes to the floor. After a few moments of silence Ryou realized that he was supposed to remember his best friend's birthday.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to remember?" He asked looking back trying to see Malik's expression.

"No that's ok. Don't worry 'bout it." He mumbled.

Ryou sighed and look forward. It had been two months since he had moved in with Malik and Marik. When they had found out Ryou had been in an accident, Malik almost had a cow. When they had gotten to the Kaiba's mansion, Malik demanded that Ryou go home with him and Marik immediately! Ryou really didn't understand why strangers were coming up to him and demanding that he go home with them but a gut feeling led him to believe that they weren't there to harm him. As time went on he started to halfway remember whom they were. He remembered names and felt a deeper bond with Malik than Marik although he noticed that the two were lovers. It was no secret although they tried to make it seem that way sometimes. Of course Ryou told the two of them that he knew they were together and that 'it didn't matter to because they were still his friends'. But the thing that Ryou didn't understand was why Malik had broken out in tears after he had said that. Malik refused to answer him whenever Rou asked what he had done. And to this day, it still bothers him.

"Look Malik, I'm really sorry. I—"

"Don't worry about it! No more apologizing Ryou. You always do that when you don't remember something. You've got to stop beating yourself up like this."

"But I do promise to remember if you tell me what day!" Ryou said swinging around on the step to face Malik with a smile on his face. Malik just smiled back up at him and shook his head.

"You've already given me enough, koi."

"Wha?" Ryou asked dazed. ~koi? Malik's never called me that before~

"You've given me your forgiveness and that's enough."

"What are you talking about, Malik—"

"Come on! It's cold out! Hustle! Hustle!" Malik said pushing Ryou along up the steps and changing the topic.

Ryou turned around and continued up the steps. He decided not to push the issue seeing that Malik purposefully changed it. But mentally he pouted at the thought that Malik was keeping things from him. What had Ryou forgiven him for?  Damn that car accident! Now his whole life has been seriously messed up because of it! How can one person forget so much?!      

Reaching the apartment, Ryou took out his keys and opened the door. As soon as the door was open Malik ran in as fast as lightning!

"Ah! Warmth!"

Ryou smiled as he entered that apartment to feel the heat of it instantly warm his cheeks causing a small flush.

"Hey Malik. Ryou." Marik said from the kitchen while sadistically stabbing an apple.

After taking off his coat and hanging it on the back of the chair next to the door, Ryou made his way for the kitchen. Once inside he winced at the way Marik was stabbing the apple.

"I hope you don't call that cutting." Malik commented from behind Ryou walking in to take the knife out of Marik's hand earning a kiss on the cheek.

"The apple's been a bad boy like someone else I know." Marik said patting Malik on the butt and walking out the kitchen. Malik blushed at the comment and continued to cut the apple in an appropriate manner.

Ryou sighed and walked over to the cabinet to retrieve the cocoa mix to make hot chocolate

"What's wrong with you?" Malik asked running water over the knife that he had just used to slice the apple.

"Nothing." Ryou lied.

"You're lying."

"What?! How can you say that?" Ryou pouted

"I know when you lie Ryou."

"How can you know when I lye and I don't even know when I lye."

"Seriously. What's wrong?" Malik asked turning to face Ryou with true concern written all over his face.

Ryou was contemplating on whether or not to tell Malik what was wrong. Even he didn't want to admit it but he was a little jealous of Malik and Marik. . . ok a lot! He had no one special to him and even if he did, he wouldn't remember him or her.

Instead of saying 'Malik, I'm jealous of you and Marik being together and I want a lover too.' He tried something else.

"Jounouhci had told me I had a yami side,"

Malik winced at the thought of Bakura. He had only spoken to him once since Ryou's accident and that was all. Bakura really wasn't his favorite person in the world. The only person he knew that got along with Bakura was Marik. Marik could get along with Bakura because he could hold his own when Bakura wanted to 'fight' someone or act bitchy. After a while they sort-of became friends.

"Where is he? I've never—I mean I haven't seen him since. . .you know?" He continued.

"That's good." Malik quietly said turning back around to face the stainless steel sink, continuing to rinse the steel knife although it needed no further cleansing.  

"What?! How can you say that's good? It's not fair Malik! How come you get to be with your yami side and I don't! I have no one, Malik!"

Malik turned around and just stared at him wide-eyed. After a moment of shock Malik regained his composure and began to glare are Ryou.

~What I said must have not been too wise~ Ryou noticed as his big innocent eyes made contact with Malik's icy glare.

"Look Malik I'm—" Ryou began trying to apologize but Malik had other plans.

"No! You look Ryou. First of all your yami is nothing like mine! Don't you ever compare the two of them! Second of all it is a good thing you don't see your yami! You have no idea what he has done to you! And third! Don't you think that if he really cared for you he would have come to see you or at least called—his fingers aren't broke!"

Ryou just stared at him bewildered. That was a shock. Malik had never yelled at him before.

Turning around to face the sink and threw the already clean knife back in the sink. After doing so he turned on his heels and walked out the kitchen without another word. He didn't even notice his yami standing by the kitchen door listening to every word. 

~Well. This sure is interesting.~  he though ~Maybe I should give a certain little white-haired demon a call?~

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Mwahahah! So how'd you like that chapter! I love making Ryou angst! He's so angst-able! Well leave me some love and tell me what you think!

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Thanks to:

Rimiko: I'm writing these chapters so fast because I already have them written. This story is just and updated and revised version of the original. (although it's almost nothing to close to the original when it comes to text)  ^ ^;

Sin Whisperer of Secrets: Gomen! I don't want to force anyone to read this with my rants. If you really don't like it or are confused as to what's going on, you don't have to read it just cause your on my watchers list thingy. ^ ^; sorry if I made it sound that way.

Angel Reaper: Gomen again! ^ ^ ; I hope I got it right this time!

Maruken: Utopia is a good word. . . hmm, I rather like it. You have good taste in words, my friend! ^ ^

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