When we got to the concert, it was really crowded and there were hundreds upon hundreds of screaming fans there. Most of them were girls. Despite the fact that Shuuichi was already 'out' to the public that he was in love with another man, there were still hundreds of screaming fangirls that were yelling his name and cheering him on.

"Ugh." Bakura sighed in disgust as a giggling fangirl fell into him and he was thrown back a bit. "This is so pathetic. Why are they all screaming over some guy on the stage?"

"I think it's cool." I stated. "It's noisy... but still cool. They must feel really happy all these people know their names and are cheering for them."

"Yeah." Bakura agreed readily. "Well, I think it's cool too." I smiled a little and I laughed inside. Thank you, Bakura. I know you're only cheering me up. Once we got into the main stadium, however, we were not able to hear each other anymore. My eardrums rang with the loudness of their screaming and I could hear some faint static-like noise happening in my ears as it got even louder. I saw Bakura cringe slightly and I smiled. He was doing all this for me. I was thankful to him for it.

/Thank you, Kura. I said, using our connection.

/You owe me. He said back, very annoyed. I just chuckled. When we made it to our seats, we only had to wait a few minutes among screaming fans for Bad Luck to come onstage. There was a monitor above the stage as well that could show them to the fans who were too far back to see them very well. My face was flushed and my heart was pounding. My hands were even sweaty. I was so excited to see my favorite band! I would not let some stupid little blond-haired kid get in the way of me enjoying myself. It was going to be great!

"Thank you!" I screamed. I was too overwhelmed with happiness to keep ahold of my emotions. I threw my arms around Bakura and I hugged him tightly. He fidgeted and tried to get away.

"Ryou, you ass." He muttered, embarrassed. "Let go of me!" He then pulled away. I did not care that he insulted me. I was just too happy to be there to care about anything at that point. Looking over at my yami spirit, I smiled at him. His face flushed. For some reason, that made my heart pound and got me hot. Seeing my yami like that was just... in some weird way... sexy. But then the lights dimmed and the stage was lit up to start the concert. I forgot all about the momentary feelings for my yami and I held my fists together next to my chest. Breaking a smile across my face, I jumped up and down a little in excitement.

"They're coming! They're coming!" I shouted happily. And, yes, I screamed with all the other fangirls and guys in the crowd when they came out onstage and introduced themselves. In the back of my mind, I was aware that Bakura was not looking at Bad Luck, the stage or anywhere else that concerned the concert. His eyes were on me. And I knew that he looked at me with intensity. I tried to ignore the feeling and knowledge and, as my eyes fell on Nakano Hiroshi, I did forget all about it. I only thought of him and me together, kissing, me running my fingers through his long burgandy hair... and before I knew it, I had cummed.

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It was halfway through the concert and approaching intermission when Shindou Shuuichi announced that they would be doing a slow song and that people could dance if they wanted to. They then did, with permission from Seguchi Tohma, their version of "Be There" by Nittle Grasper. ((A/N: I have a 50/50 shot at this! I am guessing "Be There" is a slow song, okay?)). I closed my eyes and swayed slightly to the music. I loved that song and I loved Shindou's voice singing it. It did not meet Sakuma Ryuuichi's, but he had a different style in his singing. He seemed to be better than Sakuma-san. As I swayed, I felt warmess around the palm of my hand. Jerking my eyes open, I looked down at my hand and noticed that it was being held in another's hand. Feeling my face flush, I looked up and at Bakura. Why was he holding my hand? To my surprise, I noticed that his face was flushed too. Spending two days in complete darkness made you more aware to those things, and made you able to see more minor things better in the darkness. The flushed face of my yami spirit was one of those minor things.

"Bakura...?" I asked.

He looked over at me., still holding my hand. He smiled faintly. "Would you like to dance?" I laughed a little, thinking he was joking. He did not return my laugh, nor a smile. His eyes were serious. I gulped, feeling my heart leap into my throat. What was with him all of a sudden? Why was he being so nice to me? Somehow, though, I had a feeling that this was something more than just being nice. He was serious. Dumbly, I nodded my head when I answered his question and he smiled a little. He looked faintly relieved. I was still confused. But Bakura pulled me close to him and slid his arms around my waist. He then gently swayed to the music, me doing the same. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder.

/Why, Bakura?I asked through our connection. /Why are you being so nice to me?

/Because I feel bad for you, baka.He replied scornfully. But I knew his distaste and short-spent cruelty was an act. But why was he so nice to me all of a sudden? Just thinking about the reasons made my heart pound even more. Did he... did he love me? As soon as I thought that, I shook my head to shake that thought out. Of course he did not love me. What was I thinking? Sighing heavily, I just wiped away all confused thoughts about Bakura's niceness. He was being nice because he felt bad. He was my yami. Maybe my feeling bad made him feel bad. Who knew? The song then ended before I knew it. Right when it ended, Bakura pushed me roughly away. He seemed embarrassed and thus decided he needed to act cool and pretend he had not shown any vulnerability. I was shocked at first about getting pushed away so suddenly, but I smiled a little.

"Thank you." I said quietly. Though it was so loud, I knew he heard me. He always heard me.

After the concert was over, Bakura and I left the auditorium together. He refused to talk to me and he was grumbling. At his sides, his fists were clenched and he was mad. It did not help any that I kept laughing, either.

"I'm... I'm sorry!" I apologized again and again admist my laughing and chuckles.

"Shut up!" He snapped.

"But it's..." I chuckled, trying very hard to stop. "But it's... so funny!"

"STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" He demanded, turning to me. Him facing me only triggered more laughs. I clutched my stomach for air as he twitched and spasmed with anger. His entire front was covered in orange nacho cheese. Some fat, greasy hippo fan was leaving as we were and she must have accidentally tripped because next thing anyone knew, Bakura's shirt was covered in nacho cheese with bits of tortilla chips and there was even some in his hair. Everyone around us was shocked but I could not stop laughing. He was majorly pissed.

"I'M SORRY!" I cried, pleading for him to forgive me which did not work. "I'm so sorry! I just can't... stop... laughing...!"

"Damn you!" He cursed. "Damn you all to hell!" He then turned and stormed off. When I could breathe again, I ran after him.

"Bakura! Wait!" I chuckled as I ran.

"Shut up! Go to hell!"

"Bakura, I--" I then stopped dead and froze, staring ahead of me. Bakura noticed only because the laughter was gone and he turned to me saying,

"I suppose you've stopped laughing, huh?" When he saw the look of shock and horror on my face, he looked slightly confused. "What is it?"

"Jo... nou...chi..." I said faintly. Within my chest, I could feel my heart breaking slowly.

"Where?" Bakura demanded. He looked around and he then spotted Jonouchi and Seto ahead. His eyes narrowed to slits in anger. "C'mon!" He said determindly. He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to Jonouchi and Seto. "OII! KATSUYA!" He yelled. With his arm draped over Jonouchi's shoulder, Seto looked back first. He spotted the two of us and a malicious smirk descended his lips. "Heh. If it isn't your little crush puppy, Jou."

"Bakura?" Jonouchi asked, shocked. "Ryou?"

"Bakura!" I whined. "Stop!"

"You bastard!" Bakura yelled at him, finally stopping, standing me up next to him. I was trying to get away but his firm hold on my wrist prevented me from doing so. "You think you can just diss my hikari like you did and get away with it?!"

"You're on about that again?" Jonouchi asked lazily. It broke my heart but at the same time, the word 'again' ran through my head. What did he mean again?

"You'll be sorry you ever dissed Ryou!" He said haughtily. He then pulled me close to him and our lips connected. My eyes snapped open in shock. What the hell was he doing!? And what was he doing with his hands? They were... roaming! /Bakura!I screamed in my head at him. /Bakura, what the hell are you doing!?

--These chappies are not that long, ne? Sorry! But I like this story. Hope you do too! Enjoy! And REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW! Ja!--