Heya, here with chapter number 2 And once again... It's long heheh.

Hope you like happy-chans!

Spite

The early morning sun broke through the crack in the curtains, instantly hitting Bakura's face. The sudden light to his eyes caused the Yami to groan in discomfort for being woken up as he went to pull the covers over him, but they didn't budge. He sighed and opened his eyes fully to see Ryou curled up in a tight ball against his chest, tangled in the sheets. Bakura smiled at the sight of his lighter half sleeping so peacefully. He brushed a stray piece of hair from across Ryou's face as he stared at his beautiful face, watching his eyes flutter lightly in his sleep, which caused Bakura to smile.

Ryou moaned slightly in his sleep as he tried to turn over, but the sheets wrapped around him stopped him from going anywhere. His expression changed into a slight cringe as his pale cheeks began to turn a pale pink.

Bakura sat up when he noticed the distressed look on his lighter half's face, and he watched him with worried eyes.

"Ryou..." the Yami whispered while lightly shaking his arm.

No response.

"Ryou..." he whispered again.

"No... Kura... Please... No..." Ryou mumbled, his voice barely loud enough to hear, but Bakura caught the words and that was all he needed to hear to know what his light was dreaming of.

"Ryou wake up," Bakura said in a sterner tone, shaking his arm harder.

The cotton haired hikari moaned again, a cold sweat starting to form on his forehead, his breathing intensifying.

"Ryou!" Bakura yelled.

"Bakura!" Ryou screamed as he shot up right, breathing heavily as he gripped the sheets at his side.

Bakura stared at his other half with worried, wide eyes, swallowing hard at the fact he was having nightmares because of him.

"Ryou..." Bakura whispered as he reached out to his light, but the teen swatted his hand away as he tried to catch his breath.

"D-don't, touch me..." Ryou muttered, his eyes wide with pure terror as he still struggled for air.

"Ryou it was only a nightmare," Bakura protested, quite annoyed that his other half was taking it to heart.

The light sighed heavily, "Can you... Forget it... I'm going to take a bath..." Ryou muttered softly as he rolled out of bed, kicking the covers off of him.

"Yeah ok," Bakura said sighing as he lay back down, staring up at the ceiling with his hands behind his

Ryou sat on the edge of the bathtub as he watched the water slowly get higher and higher, swirling his hand in its hot depths. He sighed to himself as he let his thoughts wander to wherever they felt like going, but each time they led back to the nightmare.

The water finally reached its goal and the hikari turned the taps off before he stripped himself of his clothes and slowly stepped in. The sudden warmth caused goose bumps to form on the youth's body as it soaked his skin in heat and tenderness, drenching his worries, dragging them down. Ryou sighed at the feeling as a small smile graced his pale lips. His mind cleared, leaving him in his own world of pure bliss. The teen continued to sink into the clear profundity until it covered his face completely, sending a new, hot sensation through him, which caused him to instantly sit up again. He gasped when he felt the coldness of the air wrap around his torso and face, feeling the warm liquid drip from his hair and roll down his face. Ryou blinked a few times to rid the droplets from his eyelashes as he leaned back against the tub side. In hailing deeply as he lightly shut his chocolate depths, the thoughts about his nightmare returned, much to his annoyance.

DREAM FLASHBACK

The darkness of the hallway instantly engulfed Ryou as he stepped into his home. The hikari stayed as silent as he could as he set down his rucksack, his eyes trying desperately to focus in the black abyss of his house.

A small yelp suddenly escaped him when he felt the air behind him shift and the front door slam shut, making the darkness be sucked into more shadows. Ryou's body began to tremble from pure fear as he took slow steps down the hallway, dragging his hands along the walls as he went.

Out of the blue a cruel laugh echoed through out the house and stung him deep within as he recognised the sound.

"Ba...Kura..." Ryou mumbled in a shaking whisper.

The lights only response was the sadistic laughter suddenly stopping and a dead silence drenched the air around him. Not the sort of silence that was a comfort, not the sort that was filled with contentment or peace. This silence was lifeless. The sort that didn't even let in the whisper of a breath seep into its depths, it nipped at anyone that was in it, swallowing their whole body and mind in paranoia. Pure panic began to linger over Ryou as he walked through the doorway into the living room.

"Bakura... This isn't funny you know," Ryou whispered as he was fully in the room.

"Oh but it is little one..." a voice hissed bitterly from behind of him as the living room door slammed shut, revealing Bakura standing against the wall with a psychotic grin plastered across his face.

Ryou's mouth fell open in shock when he saw his Yami's eyes narrow and lock onto him. "Bakura... Wh... What..."

"You made me wait Ryou," Bakura interrupted, "You said you'd be home at four, and now..." he lowered his head slightly so to look at Ryou from the top of his eyes, looking even more sinister, "... It's six thirty."

"I-I'm sorry... I lost track of t-time," the hikari stuttered, his voice showing the fear that dripped from him.

Bakura looked down at the floor as he took a few steps forward, his thumbs hooked into the belt hoops of his jeans as he did so.

"Bakura I'm sorry..."

The spirit suddenly stopped in his tracks, a couple of feet from his other half, as his head remained low.

"Kura... I..."

A sudden snicker that escaped Bakura, quickly changing into a callous cackle, silenced Ryou's words.

"Your too easy my beloved hikari," Bakura whispered.

"What do... You m-mean?" the lighter half asked, still shaking with horror.

The Yami sighed heavily as he lifted his head, his dark depths merging with the chocolate orbs of his other. A devilish smirk crept across his expression before he suddenly lunged forward and violently grabbed Ryou, spinning him round in his hold and pinning the youth's arms behind his back.

Ryou whimpered in pain as his arms were dragged further behind his back, "Bakura... Stop that hurts..." he pleaded.

"You don't say?" Bakura replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The deranged spirit then span round with Ryou in his grasp, pinning him against the wall and pressing his knee into his lower back.

"Ah!" Ryou moaned in pain as he felt his other half dig his nails into the side of his neck, "Bakura! Please!"

Bakura laughed with satisfaction as he dug his claw like nails in deeper, finally penetrating his light's soft skin with a scream of pain.

"Awww, did that hurt little hikari?" Bakura asked, still laughing with amusement.

Ryou hissed in pain as he fought back the tears that threatened to fall in a fear that showing any signs of pain would bring more.

DREAM FLASHBACK FINISH

Ryou snapped out of these thoughts, sighing in frustration when he realised how long he had been lying there, and now the water was cooling. He ran his hands back through his hair as he stared at the wall in front of him.

After about five minutes of just staring and not moving, Ryou washed himself and his hair before slowly climbing out of the bath, wrapping a baby blue towel around his waist, leaving his soaked hair to fall over his shoulders.

Downstairs, Bakura was currently lazing about on the couch, his feet resting on the arm of the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. The spirit lay in light blue jeans with a black t-shirt, his hair falling freely over his eyes as general thoughts went through his mind. I need to know what scared Ryou so much... It was obvious I was in his dream, and that I was hurting him... Bakura thought to himself, had he made such an impression on Ryou that his malicious side haunted the young light's dreams? Even the slightest thought about such a thing sent a rampage of guilt over the Yami and he sat up straight, sighing heavily in stress. What was he going to do? Ryou hadn't had a nightmare about him in months, not since they were first introduced and Bakura only used Ryou for his own pleasure and gain. Was it getting worse? Maybe the other night when I... That could've brought it on... he thought silently as he got to his feet. Tch. I need to talk to Malik... he mumbled to himself as he headed over to the closet under the stairs and pulled out his jacket before going to the bottom of the stairs.

"Ryou!" Bakura called upstairs.

"What?" a faint voice replied.

"I'm going out, I'll b-"

"Yeah whatever," Ryou interrupted bitterly as he went back to getting dressed.

Bakura frowned lightly, "Tch. Mood swings," he muttered as he stepped out into the autumn morning, hooking his thumbs in the belt hoops of his jeans as he walked along the street to Malik's house.

When he heard the front door shut, Ryou scrambled over the bed to the window where his eyes trailed down to the street, instantly locking onto Bakura walking in the direction of Malik's house.

Fine. If he's going to be like this... It was that moment that Ryou decided if his darker half was going to act like everything was ok, then he'd do the same, even if it is just in spite.

Bakura walked casually down the sidewalk, his head slightly lowered in thought as he went. Still trying to think what was bothering his hikari.

He flips at me for having problems and he's the one having a mood swing every minute. First he's my normal, happy hikari, then he goes and screams at me about me solving things with Malik. Tch, stupid hikari he's the one with the bigger problem.

But what troubled the dark the most was the question of what was bothering Ryou so much that made him like this? He remembered the other day where he found his lighter half sitting in his old room with the music on and crying his eyes out. Bakura was yet to know why he was doing it, but maybe that was the reason the way he was acting the way he is. The Yami growled with frustration as he turned the corner to Malik's street, the autumn wind blowing through his platinum locks as he went.

On arriving at Malik's house, Bakura's eyes narrowed slightly to see the Egyptian outside his home, currently standing on a small stool while washing the roof of his car. The teen wiped his forehead with his arm while clutching a soaked, soapy sponge in his hand as his lavender orbs casually rose up and noticed Bakura walking towards his house.

"Kura!" Malik chirped, waving his hand and spraying water everywhere as he did so.

Bakura smiled in reply, rolling his eyes slightly as he wondered how the Egyptian could be so hyper all the time.

"Hey Malik," Bakura said as he came up said other's driveway, unhooking his thumbs from the belt hoops of his jeans.

"How you been? Thought I wouldn't see you until Friday," the tanned light said as he continued to scrub the roof of his car.

"Meh... Not so good," the spirit replied, leaning against the car, only to receive a slap on the arm with a drenched sponge. "Malik!"

"What? I've just cleaned that, I don't want a dirty tomb robber on it," Malik teased with a mischievous smirk.

Bakura grinned it was just like Malik to make a remark like that, especially when his friend was feeling down.

"Whatever," Bakura replied pouting slightly as he took off his jacket and put it on the small garden fence to dry.

"So come on then, what's up?" Malik asked, looking over at the spirit.

"Ryou."

Malik sighed and leaned over, taking another sponge from the bucket and throwing it at Bakura, who caught it, and got a face-full of water, much to his annoyance. "Well you'll be here for a while so make yourself useful, there's a stool over there."

"I don't need one short-arse," Bakura teased causing Malik to pout.

"Whatever Kura... Just tell me already," the Egyptian ordered, cocking his head slightly.

Bakura sighed and started to wash the roof of the car, going round in circles on the same spot as he began to talk.

"When I got home from being out with you, I had a fight with Ryou," Bakura stated.

"And? You've coped fine with those before haven't you? What made this worse?" Malik asked.

"The things he said."

"What did he say?"

The white-haired spirit sighed again, "I said he doesn't do anything for me and his reply was, 'I take all your punishments, your moods, your temper, your bad attitude and your beatings without question and without fighting back, isn't that enough?' Then he said, 'you just like playing games with my head. Something's dragging you down; I know it and your getting worse. Why won't you tell me?" Bakura explained word for word, remembering the night all to well.

Malik blinked a few times, "That's very... Profound... What brought all that out?"

"I duno, he just snapped," the Yami replied shrugging his shoulders as he squelched the sponge on the roof as if he was bored, his eyes falling low.

"Well... What's dragging you down then?" Malik asked.

"You don't want to know."

"If I didn't then I wouldn't ask Bakura. Now tell me, it's better than keeping it all inside."

Bakura looked at Malik. Even though the Egyptian was mostly overly hyper about everything and could be annoying as hell, he was a great listener and good at giving advice, much to Bakura's surprise.

"Fine then..." Bakura mumbled.

"Sooooo?" Malik asked, extending his words as his eyes locked onto the spirit before him.

"I... I like Ryou."

"And? He's cute..."

"I mean as in... Like, like him," the Yami said, making no sense, but Malik caught on.

"Awww! That's cute!" Malik cooed.

"Malik! It's not cute it's wrong!" Bakura protested with a frown, which caused one to appear on Malik's face.

"Why the fuck is it wrong Bakura?" the Egyptian asked in a very serious voice.

"Because he's my hikari," Bakura explained, sighing deeply. "So? That's even better, your closer to him," Malik said.

"No... It's not better... You wouldn't understand..." the brown-eyed spirit trailed off.

"Try me," Malik said, getting down from the stool and walking over to Bakura, folding his arms.

Bakura sighed; he knew Malik wouldn't give up until he told him. "Tch fine... It's worse because... If he, found out I liked him and he didn't return the feelings then I could lose him in more ways than one. If he was just some guy I'd risk it... But it's Ryou..."

Malik looked at Bakura with soft eyes, amazed, but very grateful he trusted the teen with such feelings and secrets.

"But what if he does return them Kura? You can't just hide your feelings forever, for starters Ryou knows there's something bothering you, and it's obviously affecting him from what you've told me. What if he does and your making it worse for him because he thinks you don't like him because your not telling him... But you really do... If that was me in Ryou's shoes... It'd hurt more to know someone cared for me and not know it," Malik said in a soft tone.

Bakura's eyes widened slightly before lowering. Malik was right. If Ryou did return his love, imagine what he would think if he thought Bakura didn't like him, or even hate him. No. Bakura couldn't let his other half hate him, he'd lose him for sure then, and he had to tell him. But then, that left him with the thought of rejection.

He sighed heavily at the thought.

"Now what?" Malik asked as if reading the Yami's thoughts.

"If I told him... He could... Turn me down, and then end up hating me for thinking of him in that way," Bakura mumbled like he was just thinking out loud.

"Kura... That's a risk you'll have to take sooner or later. Not everything's picture perfect all the time," Malik said softly, "Besides, what happened to the Bakura that feared nothing? Scared of not getting what you want are we?" he added trying to lighten the mood, which seemed to work from the soft smile that graced Bakura's lips.

"Piss off," was all that Bakura said, causing Malik to laugh slightly.

"I'll just take that as a yes then," the Egyptian said with a smirk.

"Whatever short-arse."

"Is that a new nickname for me or something?" Malik asked pouting.

"Yes it is. Anyway, I've got to go... Been here long enough," the spirit stated as he threw the sponge back at Malik who ducked in time.

"Yeah ok. See you Friday if not sooner," Malik said with a smile.

"Most likely sooner with all this going on," Bakura said as he turned to walk down the driveway.

"Kura one more thing," Malik called after the other, who turned and slowly walked backwards.

"What?"

"Do you love him?" Malik asked, cocking his head slightly.

Bakura couldn't help the small smile that came over him and he just shrugged at Malik before turning back round and walking off the drive way.

The Egyptian went to the end of his drive, "Kura tell me!" he called after him with a smirk.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't!" Bakura called back, not even looking over his shoulder at him. He simply waved behind at Malik as he carried on walking, eventually disappearing round the corner.

Malik sighed, a small smirk gracing his lips, "Damn your pride Kura..." he whispered to himself as he hopped back on the stool.

Ba dum tish! Chapter all done... Kura's in a bit of a dilema ne?

Hoped you liked it! R&R!

S4K