1"When You See the Light"

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Hey! I was looking at my reviews and someone had a lot of questions. I won't tell you who was at the door, but I am actually surprised that you didn't know. . . guess I'm sneakier than I thought! I know that there wasn't much anyone/Bakura goodness, but there was actually a point to that chapter. . . you'll understand as the story progresses! Anyways, on with chapter eight!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of it's characters. I own the plot of this story and nothing else.

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All ten seated themselves at the table (no one pulled out a chair for Te'a). Seto sat at one end and Yugi sat at the other. In the seats closest to Seto, Yami and Mokuba sat. Joey sat next to Mokuba and Tristan sat next to Joey. Bakura was about to sit near Yugi, but his Yami grabbed his arm and seated him in the middle seat. Bakura sat on one side of him and Marik sat on the other. Te'a was the only one that sat near Yugi (aww! Poor wittle Yugi!).

Everyone dug into the fine meal that Bakura had prepared, occasionally looking up from their food to compliment his cooking or thank him for it. Even Seto had to admit that the albinos cooking was excellent. 'Perhaps I could hire him as a part time cook.' Seto mused, looking at the albino thoughtfully.

Bakura looked around the table, catching Seto staring at him. The CEO wasn't one to get embarrassed and turn away, so he simply nodded and Bakura blushed. He always blushed when someone looked him in the eyes like that. The white-haired boy looked back to his food, eating silently.

They finished around 7:30pm. It had finally come to them how early they had gotten dressed for bed.

Te'a gathered the group in the living room, "Alright listen up. We all need to get some good sleep tonight 'cause I have the whole day planned out for us! We're gonna be going all day long!" She giggle annoyingly, "This is gonna be just so much fun!" She motioned her arm towards the hall with the bedrooms on it, "Come on everyone! Brush your teeth, wash your faces! Be in bed by nine!" With that, she darted off.

Mokuba pouted, "A bed time? She's acting like she's our mother!" His fists found their way to rest on his small hips.

Yami Bakura chuckled, "How would you know how your mother acted? Didn't she die giving birth to you?"

A blow to the stomach shut him up quickly.

Seto lowered his extended arm slowly after delivering his wicked punch. His blue eyes flashed with a thick anger, "NO ONE speaks to Mokuba like that." He wasn't yelling, but his voice was intimidating enough as it is even more so with the harsh tone added. Yami Bakura dropped his hands from his stomach and glared. Seto watched him, "No one." He turned to leave.

The tomb robber readied a tight fist, pulling his back behind his head, aiming his blow at the brunette's head. "DAMN PRIEST!!!" He thrust his arm forward, stopping it suddenly.

Seto had spun around, his eyes widening as the punch came flying at him. . . but someone had blocked the punch, stopping the half-spirit in his tracks.

Bakura's high voice was almost at a sob, "No yami!!! Please don't hurt him! Please!" His wide, brown eyes pleaded with the thief king.

But the man was lost in his own thoughts, 'My hikari? My sweet little hikari? Protecting this asshole and. . . YELLING at me? Why? What would make my quiet light do this?' He decided that he might as well ask, "Bakura."

The smaller albino moved away from Seto a bit and tensed as his name was called, "Y-yes yami?" He brought a hand to his mouth, putting the index finger over his bottom lip. His 'I'm just an innocent little boy act' was just too adorable.

Yami Bakura sighed, "Why on Earth are you defending HIM?" He pointed an accusing finger at Seto, who had arched an eyebrow in his confusion. Everyone else had taken a seat. It was like watching soap operas!

Bakura fidgeted nervously, "Because violence isn't the answer." He looked up to his darker half to see if his explanation was excepted. His pale hands twisted the bottom of his pajama top and his eyes darted around the room, trying to escape the intense glare he was receiving.

Yami Bakura was now royally pissed. The priest had punched him, he didn't get to fight back, and now his fruit-cake hikari was trying to tell him that violence wasn't the answer! An irritated smirk crept to his lips, "Violence isn't the answer Bakura?" The hikari assumed that it wasn't a question to be answered and just pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, "So," the yami continued, "When someone hits me I am supposed to say that it's alright? I'm supposed to just smile and act like he didn't knock the wind out of me?" When this received no response, he decided to use stronger tactics.

The thief slapped Bakura hard across the face, sending the smaller boy back a few steps, his own hand coming up quickly to hold the new mark. Tear-filled eyes looked up into cold, narrow ones.

"Well?!" Yami Bakura questioned, "Is it okay that I hit you?! Aren't you angry?! Don't you want to hit me back?!" Tears paraded down Bakura's cheeks, glistening in the dim lights, yet the tomb robber continued his assault, "No, you won't hit me. . . you know why?!" The smaller boys lip trembled and he shook his head no, "Because you're a Ra-damned pussy!!!"

Quickly, Bakura ran away from his cruel partner and down the hallway to his room, tears streaming his face.

Yami Bakura turned to his onlookers and hissed, a signal that told them all to mind their own business and stay out of the whole ordeal.

Marik glared angrily at the thief and went to check on Bakura. . . and possibly persuade him to change rooming partners. The sandy-blonde chuckled quietly to himself as he disappeared into Bakura's room.

Yami Bakura faced away from the group. The others whispered to one another, their comments never reaching the ancient ones ears. He was too busy fighting with himself. There was a war inside of his mind that took all concentration. His thoughts battled, trying to come up with some sort of conclusion; good or bad.

'I hit him!' He cringed his teeth, yet no one noticed, 'I got angry at him and I hit him! How am I supposed to make him understand. . .' His eyes widened ever so slightly. Joey raised an eyebrow at this, but lowered it again excusing it as a quirk. Still, the robber went over his actions, 'This boy has made me go soft. Why, back in Egypt, I never had to explain myself! It was my way or no way!' His eyes were cast downward, 'But there is just something about him. That innocense that I never had. That smile that I could never form. That laugh that I could never laugh. . . that heart that I could never win. . .'

All of a sudden he felt alone. Snapping out of his mind and back into reality, he realized that he really WAS alone now. The lights were out in the living room, and he could hear the last footsteps retreating down the dimly-lit hall.

As he came to his bedroom doorway, he stopped short.

Everyone gathered around as two boys bickered. The once-tanned thief recognized the two boys as Tristan and Marik.

"Bakura should sleep with ME!"

"No way, you faggot! He should stay with ME!!!"

"Excuse me? Unlike you friend over there," He pointed his thumb at Joey, "I never said that I was gay!!"

"That's cause your clothes did that for you!"

It went on in that manner. Each boy trying to determine who the better sleeping buddy would be.

Yugi stood between them, pushing them apart, "Now, now. . . Even when we DO finally figure out who's going to be sharing a bed with Bakura, we still gotta pick someone to stay with YAMI Bakura!"

As if on cue, everyone bit their bottom lip nervously.

"W-well," Tea began, "I have to stay with Mokuba!" She wrapped an arm around him as though he was going to be snatched away.

Yami folded his arms, "I have an eternal hatred for him; Yugi, he'd probably kill you for the Puzzle; we saw how he and Set- err, Kaiba got along; Tristan and Marik are after Bakura; Tea and Mokuba are stuck together;" He mouthed apologies to Mokuba and then continued when Tea glared, "Bakura wants AWAY from him. . . so who does that leave?"

They all quietly looked around the room. One particular blonde had a look of pure fear on his face, "I don't wanna stay da night with him!" Joey pointed an accusing finger at the almost-ghostly figure in the doorway.

Yami turned to face the bandit, "Am I right to assume that you know what is going on?"

The thief came from his position against the door frame and stood near Marik and Tristan, looking into their eyes as though he were prying their minds for answers. . . motives. . . thoughts, "Bakura, if you are to share a bed with one of these fools, pick Tristan." He turned to his hikari, those large, tear-filled brown eyes looked up at him nervously. Yami Bakura's face remained emotionless.

Seto mused at how much it reminded himself of how he and Mokuba were. He drowned out everyone else as he was enveloped in deep thought. . .

"I know that you hate me right now, but I hope that you take my advice and pick Tristan. He may not be the pretty face that Marik is, but he would be more kind to you." Marik's jaw hung in disgust and hatred at what the Millennium Spirit was saying. The dark Bakura smirked slightly, "I don't trust Marik. You may not believe me when I say this Bakura, but I really do want the best for you. I want to protect you from greedy people like that blonde Egyptian." He flashed a sad smile at his hikari and then turned to the others, his expression cold again. "When you all figure out who is to be with who, let me know."

With that he was gone and this time no one whispered. Bakura had latched onto Tristan's arm. Tristan, who was grinning like a fool, was receiving multiple death glares from the boy with violet eyes.

If Tristan was with Bakura, then that would mean that Yugi didn't have a partner. If Yugi didn't have a partner, then that would mean that Yugi would have to stay with Yami Bakura, which is something that Yami Yugi would not tolerate. Yami looked around, "So, who will stay with my hikari?" There was silence and so now the Pharaoh was faced with a decision. To stay with Seto or to protect his hikari from that demented thief. Yugi had done so much for him. . . "Okay, okay, I'LL stay with him. . ." Joey grinned and looked over to Seto, Yami's eyes narrowed, "Joey, you'll be staying with Yami Bakura."

"WHAT?!?!"

"You're staying with Yami Bakura."

"You don't call all of the shots!"

"Marik, you're staying with Kaiba."

Seto, who had just snapped out of his head when his name had been called, now groaned. 'Just great,' He though, 'this guy is more annoying than Yami. At least he doesn't like me though. I shouldn't experience any problems with him.'

They all filed out of Bakura's room. Bakura himself had retreated into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Tristan retrieved his bags from his first room. The thief had been told of his rooming arrangements and was now in Joey's room, sitting on the bed in total silence.

He wondered to himself how long these arrangements were going to last. . .

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Yes, long time since an update, I know. I just started school on August 6, so I've been busy with that. Anyways, expect updates to happen MAYBE once a week.

Have you all noticed how many different names I have called Yami Bakura? Lol! It's getting difficult not to repeat the names too often.

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