Chibi B: Eh, hi! waves nervously Now, you're all probably expecting a SUPER long chapter since I haven't updated in like, forever, right?

::crickets::

Just what I thought! And, well, sorry to disappoint you, but this chapter was barely 4300 words…;; I have a major block, and well, I thought that I owe you at least this bit since it has been forever since I've updated. And I apologize for that! ::bows head shamefully:: I'm a sucky authoress! BUT! I got random inspiration a few days after I wrote this author's note, and now the fic is over 5000 words long! Still a few thousand short of my goal, but, it's a bit better…; Right? Right?! Well, it's almost 6000, so it counts!

You're also probably wondering where the heck Taski is! Well, he lost his memory, and is absolutely no help to me when it comes to my fics, which makes it that much more harder to write..; Oh lucky days…

Anywho, I thank ALL of you reviewers who've been so patient with me! The next chapter after this will probably be the last…hopefully in my case! XD I used to be so proud of this fic! But then, it sort of got ruined a long the way…I blame stress! And, er, drumline! Yeah! I hate drumline… XP So, thanks again!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or the mall they're at!

Everyone thank Mike! Who hooked this stupid laptop of mine up to the internet at his house for me! You're my idol, dude!

"Really? What is it?" Ryou asked curiously.

"Well, we can, go to the mall..." Malik suggested, somewhat hesitantly. The three others stared at him blankly, and Malik began to grow nervous, and started fidgeting. "Or, we could do as Bakura said and just lounge-."

"I think that's a great idea!" Bakura chirped, his face breaking out into a huge grin. "The mall, it's perfect!"

"Yeah! We can get you two some new clothes." Marik smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Bakura nodded his head eagerly.

"Is that okay, Ryou-chan?" Bakura asked, tilting his head and looking down at his hikari. Ryou smiled brightly.

"Of course it's okay! Great idea, Malik!" Ryou smiled, making Malik's cheeks light up in a light blush.

"So, when do we leave?" Bakura asked impatiently, practically bouncing in his seat, making Ryou giggle.

"I have to take a shower first." Ryou said, standing up off of Bakura's lap. "Then I have to change clothes."

"Me too." Malik murmured, once again burying his face in the crook of Marik's neck.

"Let's all take one together!" Marik shouted happily, squeezing his hikari to his chest.

"Take what together?" Mr. Bakura said, walking into the room. Ryou blushed hotly.

"N-Nothing." He coughed embarrassedly. Behind him, he could hear Marik trying to muffle his snickers into Malik's hair. Mr. Bakura scowled suspiciously, but decided not to dwell on it, walking over to the fridge to fix himself lunch.

"What are you doing today, Ryou?" He asked, pulling out supplies to make himself a sandwich.

"We're going to the mall." Ryou answered. "If that's okay with you."

"It's fine, just be careful." Mr. Bakura cautioned.

"Sure, Otousan. Arigatou." Ryou smiled, bouncing up the stairs to take a shower. The elder man turned to look at the other three boys, a frown on his face.

"We won't molest Ryou in public. Promise." Marik spat, eyeing the other with an annoyed expression. "We'll only do it if he wants us to."

"Marik!" Malik whined, blushing and sitting up to stare at his yami disapprovingly. He whispered so that only Marik could hear. "You shouldn't say things like that to Ryou's dad." Marik snorted, looking in the other direction.

"I assume you're going to be borrowing money from him too." Mr. Bakura sneered, shaking his head. "You're probably only using him for his money! You're taking advantage of my son because he's rich!" Malik flinched at the man's harsh words, shrinking back into Marik's arms.

"First of all, why would we need money? I'm the King of Thieves! Trust me, I could survive fine without it. Secondly, Malik is ten times richer than you, why would he need to borrow any money either?" Bakura asked, getting rather irritated at his light's father's accusations.

"Richer? Yeah, right." The older man scoffed. "Do you know how much I make?"

"Yes, I do. And Malik's family makes far more." Bakura stated smugly, crossing his arms. Malik groaned and snuggled deeper into Marik's embrace, trying to escape from the argument.

"His family owns the Egyptian museum down here." Marik smiled wickedly. "Perhaps you've heard of it? It's run by Isis Ishtar." The elder man's face grew pale. "And her younger brother, Malik Ishtar."

"That's impossible."

"That museum funds your research, doesn't it?" Bakura mused, tilting his head to the side. "I wonder what would happen if all of a sudden the funding, just, stopped."

"You wouldn't dare." Mr. Bakura said, narrowing his eyes at the three. "Then Ryou wouldn't have any money either."

"But we could provide him with so much more than you could." Marik smiled, staring levelly at Ryou's father.

"Marik, please." Malik whispered, tugging at his yami's shirt. "Don't upset him…"

"Fine." Mr. Bakura snorted. "If you think you could do better, then go ahead. I'm leaving."

"You're what?" Bakura snapped.

"I'm leaving." He repeated, and grabbed his keys. "I have to go back on a dig anyways."

"You're going? Just like that?" Malik sputtered, eyes wide. "What about Ryou?"

"Tell him I said goodbye." Mr. Bakura shrugged, then gave them an uncharacteristic smirk. "And that it's your fault I left."

"You can't just leave without saying goodbye to him!" Marik shouted, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Watch me." And with that, the older Bakura left. The three teens listened tensely as a car door slammed shut and was pulled out of the driveway.

"I can't believe he just left." Malik whispered. "Ryou's going to be heartbroken." Marik started cursing rapidly, his muscles tensing as he tried to control his anger. "What are we going to tell him?"

"That his stupid ass father left." Bakura snorted. He was the most upset by Ryou's father leaving than the other two. He knew just how sad Ryou was whenever his father had to leave on another excavation, but he'd be even more upset since the man didn't even bother to say goodbye.

"Malik! You can go take a shower now!" Ryou called, walking into the kitchen with his hair still wet. As soon as he stepped into the room, three pairs of eyes looked at the floor, and he blinked confusedly. "What's wrong?"

"Ryou…" Bakura took a deep breath, and sighed. "You're father, sort of, left."

"He what?!"

"He just, left. He told us to tell you goodbye for him." Malik said quietly, looking up at Ryou to see how upset the boy was. Surprisingly enough, Ryou looked fine, except for the frown he wore on his face.

"That was rather rude…" He muttered, before straightening up and smiling at Malik. "Oh well. Go ahead and take a shower Malik-kun! And then you can borrow a pair of my clothes."

"Ano, arigatou.." Malik mumbled confusedly, and stood up off of Marik's lap, heading upstairs to shower.

"You're not upset?" Marik questioned, as shocked as his light was that Ryou wasn't bursting into tears.

"Well, I'm a bit disappointed." Ryou admitted. "But, he's very busy, and has lots of work to do. So it's understandable he had to leave so soon." He smiled reassuringly at the two yamis before sitting down on a chair next to Marik. The blond yami reached over and fingered a lock of Ryou's hair.

"Are you going to leave it wet?" He asked, brushing the hair behind Ryou's hair, grinning when the boy blushed.

"Iie. I was going to dry it. I think I should go do that now…" Ryou said, standing up and walking up the stairs into his room. Marik let out a sigh of relief once Ryou was out of the room, and stared at Bakura.

"That was close. I thought for sure he would have been angry with us."

"I thought so too." Bakura confessed, leaning back into his chair. "So, what do we have planned for today?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are we doing once we get to the mall?" He restated, rolling his eyes.

"Oh!" Marik's face brightened. "We have to get them some new clothes!" Bakura smirked, nodding his head as he went through different possibilities.

"Agreed."

"We could, um, take them to a store they want to go to." Marik mumbled thoughtfully. Bakura rolled his eyes in exasperation. Marik, who caught the look, scowled. "What?"

"Well, it's sort of obvious we're going to take them to the places they want to go, that's the whole point of us taking them out." Bakura muttered, leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head.

"That's true…"

"Baka…" Bakura mumbled, shaking his head. Marik frowned at him from across the table, before smirking, one of his legs sneaking out and pushing on the front of Bakura's chair. Bakura yelped, hands flinging out wildly as he tried to stop himself from falling.

CRASH!

"Kuso!" Bakura groaned, his eyes clenched shut as he nursed the back of his head. "Damn you Marik!" The blond haired yami stuck his tongue out at him, grinning proudly.

"Who's the idiot now?" He chided, laughing.

"Is everything okay? I heard a loud noise…" Ryou exclaimed, rushing into the room. He blinked as he noticed his yami on the floor cursing loudly and Marik laughing hysterically while sitting in his chair. "Ano, did I miss something?"

"No, nothing at all!" Marik smiled innocently, standing up and offering a hand to Bakura, who was still sprawled out on the floor. The yami scowled up at him before grasping onto Marik's hand, giving the other a triumphant smirk before pulling him onto the floor on top of him. Marik grunted in surprise, and fell onto Bakura's stomach.

"Damnit, Marik, you're heavy." Bakura groaned, trying to push the other off of him. "Get off!" Marik smiled and fluttered his eyes at Bakura.

"Naaah, I think I'll just stay here for a while." He squirmed around on Bakura's chest, giving the other a sly look.

"Umm, I'm going to check on Malik now." Ryou muttered, somewhat flustered as he watched the two yamis. He turned around and was about to walk out of the room but ran straight into Malik instead. The two hikaris cried out in shock, each falling to the floor. "Malik! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Ryou exclaimed, the first one to recover from his shock, opening his eyes to see if his fellow light was okay. His voice died in his throat however, when he got a good look at Malik.

It seemed that after he finished with his shower, Malik couldn't find any clothes, so he wrapped himself up in a towel and went downstairs to look for Ryou, accidentally bumping into to him on his way to the kitchen. In doing so, the grip on his towel loosened, and it fell to the floor.

"I'm okay…" Malik answered Ryou's earlier question, before glancing up at the other light, noticing the odd look he was receiving. "Ryou? Why are you looking at me like that?" He shifted nervously, suddenly aware of a cold draft in his lower areas. He looked down curiously, and squeaked when he realized his towel fell, snatching it up quickly.

Unfortunately, it was not quick enough…

"MINE!" Marik yelled out of nowhere, pouncing on Malik hungrily. The younger teen squeaked yet again as the towel was ripped out of his hands and thrown across the room. His squeak turned into a soft moan however, when his yami started covering his chest with kisses and licks.

Ryou blinked, his eyes wide open as he stared at the scene before carefully moving backwards. He gave a startled yelp when he tripped over Bakura's legs falling into waiting arms.

"Caught you." Bakura grinned, kissing his light's nose. Ryou blushed in his other half's arms, giggling softly.

"Ano…Should we stop him?" He asked quietly, pointing over to Marik who was now sucking on every inch of skin he could find on Malik's body.

"Hn. Probably." Bakura shrugged. "Malik needs time to get dressed." He looked around himself for something to distract Marik with, coming up with nothing. He sighed and reluctantly pushed Ryou off his lap, crawling on all fours over to Marik.

"Mmmm…" Marik moaned, nuzzling his face into his light's tan stomach, a huge smile on his face. Beneath him, Malik shifted uncomfortably, his entire face beet red. Suddenly, the weight was removed off of him, and Malik scrambled up, rushing out of the room and upstairs. Bakura watched him worriedly.

"Marik! Now look what you did!" Bakura shouted, restraining the bigger yami in his arms and watching as Malik bolted out of the kitchen. "You scared him!"

"I did?" Marik asked guiltily, biting his lip. He struggled out of Bakura's arms and stood up, glancing at the doorway nervously.

"You should know better than to do something like that!" Bakura continued yelling, throwing his hands up in the air exasperatingly. He was completely frustrated with the other dark right then, not seeing how upset Marik was. "Honestly!"

"I didn't mean to…" Marik whispered, lowering his head shamefully. Ryou, who was standing a few feet away from them, noticed Marik's distressed face and frowned.

"Bakura…" He mumbled quietly. Bakura's head snapped towards Ryou's, seeing the other nodding towards Marik. He blinked and glanced towards him, finally noticing the other's depressed look.

"Marik." He sighed. "It's okay, just go apologize to him for getting out of hand."

"But, I scared him!" Marik whimpered, making Bakura's eyes widen at the sound. He opened his mouth to try to reason with Marik when another voice interrupted him.

"Marik? Is something wrong?" Marik's head spun around to see Malik looking at him worriedly. The light was now fully dressed and walking over to his yami, placing a hand on his arm. "Daijoubu desu ka?"

"I should be asking you that." Marik muttered shamefully. "I didn't mean to frighten you, but, you looked so, so-"

"Sexy?" Bakura offered, receiving a glare in return.

"Yes, sexy." Marik said, making Malik blush.

"You didn't scare me." Malik admitted, avoiding eye contact with his other. "You just, surprised me. But, I, I liked it." Malik squeaked, his face turning brighter than it was before. Marik stood speechless, as did Bakura, who raised an eyebrow in surprise. He fully expected for Malik to shy away from Marik now, like Ryou did when he was sometimes too forward. But instead the hikari confessed to liking what Marik did, even though he ran away from it.

"Now that that's settled. What do you say we finally head out to the mall?" Ryou suggested quietly, making everyone jump at the soft tone of his voice.

"Hai. I think that's a great idea." Bakura grinned, stalking up to his hikari and kissing his forehead. "Off we go! This time, I'm going to drive Malik, and Marik's going to take Ryou. If that's okay with everyone." He added, wanting to make sure nobody was upset with the arrangement. The three nodded their heads, not having trouble with that idea at all, except for Ryou, who was still a bit nervous around the motorcycles.

"I'll drive carefully." Marik whispered to him on their way out. "I promise." Ryou blushed and nodded his head.

"I know, I trust you." He said softly, and gave Marik a bright smile. Marik's heart swelled at the words and he pulled the hikari to him and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

"That means a lot to me Ryou-chan. Thank you." He smirked. Ryou smiled back and tilted his head to the side before running outside to catch up to Malik and his yami.

"Bye Ryou! Bye Marik! See you there!" Malik waved with one arm, his other wrapped around Bakura's waist as the yami started the engine to his bike.

"Wait! Ryou, come here." Bakura called out, and Ryou obeyed, ambling over to the motorcycle curiously. "Give us a kiss before we leave!" Bakura leant down and puckered his lips out to his giggling hikari. Ryou stood up on his tiptoes and brushed his lips with his yamis in a brief kiss, still smiling adorably. Then, he turned to Malik and did the same, the other light laughing softly as well.

"Hey! What about my goodbye kiss?" Marik whined, jogging up to the three. Bakura gave his trademark smirk and laughed evilly before stepping on the gas and speeding off down the street, Malik holding on to him from behind. Marik's jaw dropped in disbelief and he stared after the two hurtfully. Ryou blinked as he saw the look in Marik's eyes and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, trying to make him feel better. Marik turned to the other hikari and forced a small smile on his face.

"Daijoubu desu ka?" Ryou asked quietly, afraid to upset the other dark by asking questions. He couldn't conceal the concern in his eyes however, and Marik sighed.

"I'm fine, Ryou-chan." He assured. "It's just, sometimes, sometimes…" He shook his head, as if he couldn't say anymore and smiled sadly at Ryou. "Never mind, let's just go." He hopped onto his own bike and revved the engine, Ryou climbing on behind him, the worry still shining in his eyes. He put on the helmet, making it as tight as it could go before winding his arms around Marik. "Hold on." Marik whispered, and they sped down the street.

"What took you so long?" Bakura teased, leaning against the side of his bike with his arms folded. Malik was sitting down on the ground next to him, absently plucking the grass and throwing it away.

"Ha ha, funny Bakura." Marik rolled his eyes, a sour look on his face. "Let's just get going." Malik's head snapped up from staring at the grass and he eyed his yami worriedly. He could tell Marik was upset by the sound of his voice, and he was concerned that he might have done something wrong to upset the other.

"So, where to first?" Bakura asked, turning to Malik and Ryou, completely oblivious to Marik's mood. "Do you want to go shopping for clothes?" Both hikaris nodded their heads in agreement, and they headed out into the mall, Marik trailing noticeably behind.

"Can we stop there?" Malik asked excitedly, pointing to a nearby leather store. Bakura laughed at the other's expression and nodded his head.

"That okay for you, Ryou?"

"Hai!" Ryou piped up, smiling. He was about to follow the two inside, but then turned around towards Marik, seeing that he wasn't following them. "Are you coming with us?"

"Nah, I think I'll just wander around for a bit." Marik shook his head, hands in his pockets.

"Are you sure?" Ryou asked hesitantly, not really wanting to leave Marik behind.

"Yeah. It's okay Ryou-chan, you go have fun." He leaned down and kissed Ryou's forehead, smirking. "And get some hot clothes too!" He laughed as Ryou's face lit up in a blush before giggling softly.

"Okay. Be careful!" Ryou waved to Marik and hurried back into the store before Bakura and Malik could start worrying about him.

"Where's Marik?" Malik asked as soon as Ryou caught up with them, seeing that his dark wasn't there.

"He said he wanted to wander around a bit." Ryou frowned. "He seems sort of upset…"

"You noticed it too?" Malik asked, running his hands through his hair. "Bakura? Do you know why Marik's like this?"

"He's upset?" Both hikaris sweat dropped, realizing that Bakura didn't even notice.

"Hai. He seemed really sad after you left with Malik." Ryou informed, making Bakura scowl.

"Well, he'll get over it."

"I don't know. I'm worried." Malik fidgeted anxiously, glancing to the door of the leather store.

"Want me to go talk to him?" Bakura sighed. Frankly, he thought Marik was just faking it to get some attention, and was annoyed that he was making the two lights worry.

"Could you?" Ryou asked, biting his lip nervously. Bakura sighed once again before nodding.

"Hai. Just, stay here and shop for a while. I'll go catch up to him." He waved to the two lights before making his way out of the store, looking around to see which direction Marik was. He was annoyed, however, to find out that Marik wandered off too far for him to tell, so he picked a random direction, and started walking that way.

Luckily for him, it seemed to be the right way to choose, since within a few minutes, he caught sight of Marik. He looked at the other's appearance oddly, noticing that the two hikaris seemed right; Marik did look a little depressed. He was shuffling around with his hands in his pockets, his head lowered to the ground, and a slight frown on his face.

"Marik! Wait up!" Bakura called, jogging up to the said yami, ignoring all the odd looks he received from shouting in the middle of the mall. "Something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, Bakura." Marik sighed, not looking up from the ground. "Did the hikaris send you or something?" Bakura scowled., wondering why the other didn't call him 'Kura' like he usually did.

"Well, they noticed you were upset, and so they were worried."

"Hn. Nothing's wrong, so hurry up and get back to them. You shouldn't leave them in a store unsupervised, it's not safe." Marik grumbled, walking a bit faster.

"Well now I know something is wrong!" Bakura grabbed onto Marik's shoulder tightly stopping him in his tracks. "Now tell me why you're acting like this." Marik shrugged Bakura off roughly and started to once again walk away before Bakura stopped him another time.

"Bakura!" Marik growled warningly, glowering at the other dark menacingly.

"That won't work on me." Bakura snapped, and pulled Marik into a hug, which startled the older yami. "Please tell me what's wrong." He asked quietly, still holding Marik against his chest.

"Bakura…" Marik mumbled and went limp in the other's grasp. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me. I just seem to be overreacting at a lot of things."

"It's okay." Bakura soothed, growing even more concerned when Marik's body started to quake. "Marik…"

"I love you, Kura." Marik murmured. "I love you so much that it hurts." Bakura smiled and squeezed the other tightly.

"I love you too, Marik." Suddenly, the yami stiffened, the smile dropping off his face. "Marik, something's wrong."

"Nani?" Marik gasped, pulling out of Bakura's embrace. "What do you mean?"

"Check with your hikari, I'm going to check on my own."

(Er, problem with the little sign thingies, so I'm going to try to use something else... : is for Ryou, :: is Bakura, I guess...)

::Ryou?::

:Bakura!: Ryou's voice came back through the link, sounding panicked. :Honda's here! And, and, Malik, I don't know where he is! He ran off!:

::What did he say to Malik?:: Bakura asked angrily, growing more concerned for his young lover.

:I don't know!: Ryou cried. :But please! Hurry!:

"Marik! Did you contact Malik?" Bakura asked the other yami roughly. When Marik shook his head with a troubled look, Bakura only grew more anxious.

"What's happening? Why isn't he answering me?" Marik began asking, his face set in alarm.

"I don't know, but it has something to do with Honda." Bakura snarled, and walked back to the leather shop they left their hikaris at, Marik trailing behind him while keeping an eye out for his lighter half.

"Bakura!" Ryou called, after catching sight of his dark. He ran over to him and launched into his arms, sobbing quietly. "I can't find him!"

"Calm down, Ryou." Marik soothed. "Did you see which way he went?" Ryou nodded and pointed towards the center of the mall, where tons of people were walking.

"I lost sight of him after he went in there." The hikari sniffled. "Honda said something to him, and-"

"Where is he?" Ryou stiffened at the venom laced in Bakura's voice, and looked up at him nervously. "I'll kill him once I get my hands on him!"

"Bakura, please." Ryou begged, "You can't, Yami will be upset…"

"I don't give a damn!" Bakura shouted, trembling in barely contained rage. "Marik, you start looking for Malik, I'm going to have a nice 'talk' with Honda." Marik nodded his head and hurried off towards the crowd, checking his mind link constantly for any signs of his hikari.

"I'm going to call Yami and Yugi." Ryou said, letting go of Bakura and digging around in his pockets for his cell phone.

"I don't need that meddling pharaoh here." Bakura huffed, crossing his arms. But he didn't stop his light from dialing the Game King's house. He tuned out of his light's conversation, and instead turned towards a new interest, seeing Honda hiding behind a few clothes racks in the said leather store. He snarled, and marched over to him.

"What the hell do you want?" Honda demanded shakily, trying hard to act brave even though his entire frame was shaking.

"Cut the crap. What did you say to him?" Bakura said menacingly, picking up the mortal teen by the collar of his shirt. "Tell me!"

"I said nothing but the truth!" Honda spat, struggling to get out of the enraged spirit's arms.

"Bakura, please! Just let him go, Yami said he'll take care of everything when he gets here." Ryou begged, having ran back into the store after finishing his conversations with Yugi. Bakura held Honda for a few more minutes, glowering at him fiercely before he dropped his hold on the other's shirt, watching in cold amusement as he fell to the floor.

"You're off the hook now. But, if I see you anywhere near my hikari or Malik, I'll kill you." Bakura threatened, letting Honda know that he meant what he said. He spun around on his heels, and marched outside, Ryou following close behind.

"What should we do?" Ryou asked worriedly. "Malik looked so upset…Can Marik find him?" Bakura sighed, and shook his head.

"I don't know, Ryou-chan. I think Malik closed his link with him." He frowned and looked at the mass of people in the store. How were they going to find him in this crowd?

"Can you use to ring to look for him?" Ryou asked quietly, touching the center of his yami's chest. Bakura blinked, and grabbed Ryou's hand, kissing his fingers before he grinned.

"That's brilliant, hikari!" He closed his eyes and concentrated on summoning the Millenium Ring. It appeared on his chest, and he lifted it up, pointing it out towards the center of the mall. "Show me the direction Malik is in!" The ring glowed, and one of the points lifted up and pointed towards the right. Bakura smirked and grabbed on to his lights hand, speeding off to the said direction.

"We'll find him, right Bakura?" Ryou asked, panting as he tried to match his yami's quick pace.

"Hai, Malik will be just fine. I promise." Bakura turned around and smiled at his light, before kissing his forehead. "I know he will…"

Following the ring, they found themselves in a secluded part of the mall, where only a few people were hanging out and talking. Bakura, who was focusing on the ring, didn't notice Marik until he ran right into him.

"Damnit! Watch where you're going!" Bakura cursed, pausing when he realized it was the other yami. "Marik! Did you find him yet?"

"No." Marik scowled, but it seems as if you're on your way to finding him." He gestured to the Millenium Ring. Suddenly, he looked worried. "Where's Ryou?"

"Ryou? He's right …damnit!" Bakura turned around and began cursing rapidly when he realized his light wasn't behind him anymore.

"Wait, he's just over there." Marik pointed over to where Ryou was, blinking when the light dropped to his knees and began crawling under a table by the far corner. "What's he doing?"

"I don't know." Bakura scowled, and began walking over towards the table. He crouched down and peeked under, nearly crying out in relief when he saw Malik wrapped up in his hikari's arms. "Malik! Thank Ra you're okay!"

"Malik?" Marik pushed Bakura out of the way and edged towards his hikari. He pulled him close and began kissing the teen all over his face. "I was so worried! Don't you ever do that again!" Bakura, who noticed that Malik was acting a bit strange, began to feel a bit anxious. He helped the two lights out from underneath the table, ignoring the weird stares they received.

"He hasn't said a word." Ryou said quietly, holding onto Malik's hand. "And his eyes…" Bakura and Marik both frowned, and looked at Malik carefully, gasping when they saw that Malik's once bright lavender colored eyes seemed dead.

"Mal-chan?" Bakura murmured, and placed his hand on the younger boy's face. Malik didn't even acknowledge him, only stared blankly ahead. Ryou blinked back tears and squeezed Malik's hand tightly. Marik looked even more upset than before, fighting back the instinct to shake the teen until he answered.

"Ryou? We finally found you!"

Ryou turned his head and caught sight of Yugi and Yami making their way over to them.

"I see you found him, safe and sound." Yami nodded towards Malik, not noticing the depressing mood that hung around the four. "I'm glad."

"Shut up, Pharaoh." Bakura choked, turning around to face the Game King. "Something's wrong with him." He closed his eyes and turned his head away, fists clenching together. Ryou sniffled, and brought Malik's hand up to his mouth, kissing it softly.

"Malik? Come on, this isn't funny." Marik whimpered desperately, trying not to look in Malik's blank eyes. "Malik? Hikari…please, say something." He began to beg, fisting his hands in Malik's shirt and shaking him. "Onegai! Malik!"

"Marik…" Bakura tried to pull the other yami away, but was pushed back violently.

"No! He's okay. He's just tired, right Malik?" Marik pulled his light's unresisting body to his own. "That's right, he's just exhausted from today's events…"

"What the hell happened?" Yami demanded, setting his hand on Bakura's shoulder. Bakura shrugged him off roughly.

"Honda happened, that's what." He snarled, baring his fangs at the other dark. Yami just raised an eyebrow as if saying to explain more. "He cornered Malik and said something to him, I don't know what, and it upset him."

"But why isn't he responding to us?" Ryou asked tearfully, coming over to stand by his yami and Yugi. Yami frowned.

"What Honda said must of hit him pretty hard. He probably needs some time to cope, just give him a day and see what happens." He suggested.

"You better keep that friend of yours away from us." Bakura warned. "Because the next time I see him, he'll have a one way trip to the Shadow Realm." Yami sighed.

"Agreed. Now, hurry up and get home. I'm sure being in such a crowded area isn't helping Malik much." Bakura hated to admit it, but the pharaoh was right. He grabbed onto Ryou's hand and turned around to Marik.

"Come on, we're going home." Marik sniffed and smiled down at Malik.

"Did you hear that, hikari? We're going home." He held his light tighter. "Aren't you happy?"

"Marik.." Bakura whispered heartbrokenly. He hated to see the other like this. "Come on." He reached out and held Marik's hand, forcing a smile. "Everything will be okay." Marik whimpered and nodded, gripping Bakura's hand until his knuckles turned white, a few tears making their way down his cheek as he let the dark lead them out of the mall.

"Why won't he answer me, Bakura?" Marik sobbed into the other yami's chest. "It's like he doesn't even see me!" Bakura winced and held onto Marik as the dark poured his heart out. It wasn't everyday Marik got all emotional and teary-eyed, and it was concerning Bakura greatly.

"Shh, daijoubu." Bakura soothed, stroking Marik's wild hair gently. "We've only been home for a few hours. You have to give him time, Marik."

"But I can barely sense him anymore!" Marik fisted his hands into Bakura's shirt, sounding close to hysterical. "It's like his soul is being torn apart! And there isn't anything I can do about it!"

He continued to cry helplessly. Even Bakura's comforting words weren't calming him down. The dark mentally called out for his other half, asking him for help. Within a few minutes, Ryou came from downstairs and into the living room. When he saw Marik, his eyes began to water, and he bit his lower lip anxiously.

"Marik?" He said quietly, placing a hand on the quivering yami's arm. Marik looked up at him and Ryou flinched at the sight of his lover's bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face.

"Ryou-chan? Has he said anything?" Marik asked hopefully, his voice surprisingly small and frail. "Anything at all?" Ryou sighed, and shook his head sadly. He himself wanted to burst into tears, but felt as if he needed to be strong for Marik. After all, the yami seemed to be taking it the hardest out of any of them.

"I'm sure he'll be fine in the morning." Ryou forced a smile on his face. Seeing Malik like that, his best friend, his lover, unresponsive to any of them, was really making him depressed. Bakura, sensing Ryou's turmoil, pulled his light down with one arm to kiss his cheek.

"Let's go to be early, ne?" Marik and Ryou nodded their head tiredly, and didn't protest as Bakura led them upstairs and into Bakura's room, where Malik was sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

Marik's breath hitched in his throat, and he closed his eyes, not being able to see his hikari look so soulless. He crawled into the bed and pulled his light on his chest, kissing the soft strands of Malik's blond hair. Ryou lied down next to them, giving each teens a kiss, brushing his fingertips on Malik's cheek gently. Bakura slipped in on the other side, and did the same thing Ryou did before resting his head on Marik's shoulder.

"Oyasumi." Bakura mumbled, and closed his eyes, hoping and praying desperately that Malik would awaken then next day.

Chibi B: A lot of people voted the mall, and so I made them go there. XD Thanks to all of you who DID give suggestions! They helped a lot! This chapter was, originally supposed to be fluffy and funny, but, I wasn't in the mood..;;; So, this is how it turned out. Sorry if the ending sorta sucked more than usual too, I wrote that SUPER fast one day, like, the last 500 words in 20 minutes… Then, I came back a few days later, and wrote the last 700 words after that in about, another 20 minutes…; AND THEN I came back and added more…so now the total is like, 5500...so…it's close enough…This chapter was really hard to write…

ANYWAYS

I promise to do my best to write a 6000-7000 word long chapter next time! You're reviews always help and make me work faster! Even though this month I'm super busy! I've got drumline (curses) once every week for two hours, and then drivers ed (Meep! Scary…) everyday for 3-4 weeks for, I dunno how many hours…; So, please R&R!

Oh! And give me ideas on what to do with Honda! I have to get rid of him somehow…hmm ::goes off to try to think::