A/N: Happy Halloween everyone! I had my trick or treating last night, so I'm in a good mood. Though I made my costume in three hours before...

This chapter is from a line in the song

Chapter Four: I Will Run

Bakura hesitated before he went downstairs the next morning. He had been beating himself up about it all night for arguing with him. He had never meant to hit him, it just happened.

When he finally opened the door he sensed something was wrong. The house was far to quiet. Even if it wasn't a school day, Ryou was always up making a breakfast for the both of. He must really be angry or upset then.

After seeing that he wasn't in his room and came down the stairs, looking around the bottom floor. The living room was clean again and there was no hikari. Scanning the room a bit more he saw a piece of paper on the couch. The white haired yami picked it up and read it over carefully.

His eyes widened. The note was from Ryou, and he was not pleased with the message written on it.

The next moment he was out the door, running as fast as he could.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ding-dong

Nothing.

Knock knock, ding-dong.

Still nothing.

Knock, knock, knock, knock. Ding-dong, ding-dong.

NOTHING.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

The door finally opened and Mariku stepped into the door frame. He was wearing a pair of jeans and his skin and hair were wet. Bakura barely took notice of his friend's annoyed expression.

"What is it?" he asked in a terse tone. "I was taking a shower."

"Is Ryou here?" the other yami finally wheezed, holding his chest.

Mariku didn't respond for a few seconds. After a short moment he replied, "No, why do you ask?"

Bakura held up a note, still catching his breath. The other yami took the note and read aloud from it.

"'Bakura, I'm sorry to leave after last night, but I'm not sorry about anything I said. I'll be staying at a friend's house and you can learn to be open. Love, Ryou.'" Mariku looked up from the note. "You're pathetic. Me and Malik are so open we would even have sex in the park if Isis weren't around."

"Shut up," Bakura snapped. "I'm just not like everyone else, okay?"

He thought a moment.

"How do you know what the note was talking about?"

Mariku blinked for a moment, and then groaned loudly. "Dammit. I forgot to keep that a secret."

"What are you talking about?" Bakura snarled, glaring at him.

Gesturing for him to come inside he explained himself as they went to the sitting room.

"Ryou stopped by last night looking pretty sad and even had a mark on his cheek. He asked if he could stay with us for a while. Putting two and two together, we figured it had to do with you so we let him stay. Poor kid already had his suitcases. So we let him stay for as long as he needs to. Him and Malik are shopping right now."

"Why didn't you call me?" Bakura asked in the same angry voice as he lowered himself onto the couch.

Mariku sat in a chair opposite to him and calmly answered, "You would have come right over and dragged him back to your house."

Bakura said nothing. There really was no denying that. The expression must have shown for the other yami smiled.

"Wipe that smirk off your face!"

You shouldn't linger here to long," Mariku stated, switching the subject. "Those two could come back anytime."

Crossing his arms in front of his chest he replied, "I'm going to wait for Ryou, whether you like it or not."

"Too bad. Didn't the note say that he was staying until you learned to be more open?"

"I'm not going."

"Malik's going to have a cow if you stay here. I shouldn't have even let you in."

"Does it look like I care?" Bakura shouted and stood. "I'm waiting for Ryou!"

Mariku seemed unfazed. He simply said, "I'll let you stay on one condition."

"What?" the other yami spat. He was one step away from strangling him.

Mariku slowly stood and stepped in front of Bakura, less than half a foot away, peered into his eyes seriously, and said, "You have to give Ryou the most passionate kiss you have ever given him in front of many people, including his friends."

Bakura blinked at him for almost a minute before he said, "You know I'm not comfortable doing that."

The other yami sighed. He firmly took Bakura's arm and began to forcefully drag him out against loud protests. Shoving him out of the door he said, "Then you leave me to commence with option two."

Jerking his arm away from Mariku he heatedly asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you in an hour at your house."

Then he shut the door.