Selande: ::still blushing from previous chappie:: Hi. I changed my nickname thingy from Marik-is-awesome122 to kuraluvsryou.

Mazra: ::shakes head:: Oh my Ra....

Aku: ::munchin' on pixi stix:: yumyumyumyum!

Disclaimer: I do not own any yugioh characters and I never will.

Warning: Yaoi, foul language, mature subject matter. Reader discretion is advised...hehe.

Bakura glared at the dark figure of Marik. This was the bastard that made Bakura kill Ryou.

"It was very bold of you to show up here, Tomb Robber."

"Bold? Now you are complementing me?!"

"Hmph. Are you here to kill me? Good luck Bakura, you'll need it."

A low, menacing growl emitted from within Bakura's throat. Bakura clenched his teeth and his hands balled into fists. "You are confident in your strength, Marik. Too confident. I will enjoy ripping you to shreds."

"Hmph. Ha ha. Hahahahahahaha! Are you trying to scare me Theif King? If so, you seem to have lost your touch. I would have been quite frightened 3000 years ago. "

Bakura dashed towards Marik, not entirely sure of what he was doing. Marik jumped out of the way and into the darkness. Bakura could not see him. "If you still wish to challenge me, meet me at Domino Park at 12:00am tomorrow. If not, I believe there is a comfortable space in the mental institute awaiting you." said Marik's voice from within the darkness.

"Marik! Do not run away from me!....MARIK!!!!!!" Bakura spun on his heel and exited the gargantuan building. Why had Marik fled? He had the advantage: A peeved of Bakura with no weapon usually went for brute force. Marik could have stopped him easily. But why didn't he?

Bakura walked down the dark, ominous street that led to Yugi's house. He was in a whole different world now that Ryou wasn't alive. He was trying to stay away from Pegasus, teaming up with the Pharoah and his shrimp hikari, fighting for his life and having wacked up dreams about Ryou.

Bakura was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost walked right past Yugi's house. "Thief King! What are you doing?" came the voice of Yami.

Bakura was dragged out of his thoughts and back into the real world. "I...I'm coming." Bakura was confused. Why did Marik run away? It was all so frustrating.

Bakura walked through the open door and into the Pharoah's house. Yami put a hand on Bakura's shoulder. "You must believe he is still here, Bakura. Because he is. And he loves you." Bakura was confused and, after a quick recap of what happened, Bakura found himself in bed, trying to get to sleep. It didn't take long for Bakura to get to sleep, it had been quite a long day. But why did Yami tell him Ryou loved him? Was it true? How did he know?

"Don't worry Kura. I'm with you. Try using the scimitar you found. It could be useful." It was Ryou's voice.

"Ugh. Ryou? Ryou is that you?" Bakura ran around in the Domino Park.

"Yes Bakura. You need to stay strong, for me. You can defeat him. I trust in you, Kura. I know you can do this. I miss you , but I must go now."

"No! Ryou don't leave me again! I have so much to tell you!!" Bakura waited for a reply, but it didn't come. "RYOU!!!!!"

"Bakura! Wake up!! BAKURA!!" Bakura opened his eyes. Yami was shaking him, attempting to wake him up. Bakura's eyes went wide and he rushed to the bathroom and threw up. He flushed the toilet. Yami walked in and looked at Bakura with worried eyes. "Theif King? Are you alright?"

Bakura was breathing in short, quick breaths. He swooned a little and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Bakura felt lousy. He rubbed his perspiring face with his hand. "Ryou.....Ryou is.....ugh!" He leaned over the toilet and retched again.

"Bakura. You are not well. Perhaps you should take this day off and get some rest." Bakura's eyes went wide, almost as if he was offended.

"I have a fight tonight. I must defeat Marik." Bakura stood and put on his shoes. " I have to gather some stuff from my house." Yami nodded and watched Bakura go out of the house.

Bakura walked out of the door and down the street. His head was still a little foggy-like. He stumbled a few times. His house wasn't far from the Pharoah's house. Just a couple blocks down the street. Bakura came to his front door. The police still had it blocked off, but it was essential for Bakura to get his scimitar.

Once in the house, he walked up the stairs and into Ryou's room. That was where Bakura hid the scimitar. Bakura opened the closet door and withdrew the scimitar from the top shelf. It was sharp, but not sharp enough. He went to his room and recieved a large whet stone (used for sharpening knives) and started sharpening his precious blade.

He had his scimitar, now he needed an outfit. Bakura slipped on a pair of leather pants and a leather shirt, courtesy of Yami himself. He put on a pair of black boots, that matched Yami's, and a long black trench coat that had buckles on the sleeves. If he died, he intended to do so in style.

He zippered up the trench coat. It was skin tight until the waist. It then fwooshed out (sort of like Seto's white coat). He was ready. He walked out of the house and down the street, back to Yami's house.

Bakura didn't bother knocking. He walked into the house and into the kitchen. Yami came downstairs and, noticing Bakura's attire, his eyes went wide. "Bakura, what possessed you to wear that? I would wear something like that, but I never even dreamed you would wear that."

"Do you have a problem with it Pharoah?" Bakura asked in an unusually calm voice.

"No. Not at all."

Selande: I didn't mean to make it sound so suggestive, but oh well.

Atem:......Good fic.....

Selande: The button at the bottom left of the screen is calling to you..... ::makes ghost like sounds::

Aku: O.o

Atem: ::in his awesome Pharoah like voice:: Read and Review.

Selande: ::blushes::