Konban wa! Okay, here's the deal. I rewrote this chapter (in my little purple note book) tonight and got it all typed up and ready for viewing. Since its late, I am not thinking, which means it may be confusing. I really hope it isn't. Reviewif you want because I need all the help I can get. Thanks for reading this far everyone! I hope you somewhat enjoy this chapter!

Mariku had just returned to the comfort of his master bedroom. He saw down in his sizable red lovesac with a glass of Yellow Tail chardonnay. He looked at the vase of white roses sitting peacefully on his nightstand. In a quick fit of rage, he hurled the full wine glass at the wall adjacent to himself. The glass shattered and the carpet was drenched with its contents.

"What the hell was I thinking!?" he yelled at himself. He leaned his head back on the lovesac and took a few good breaths. "If I rid myself of Ryou, I rid myself of Bakura as well." He thought aloud. "I shoud have killed them both when I had the chance…."

Flashback

The two Yami's and Hikari's were standing at opposite ends of a small alley. "Bakura, you failed to take orders and destroy the pharaoh; you and that embarrassment you call your Hikari." Mariku sneered. Bakura pulled a pocket knife from his shirt pocket and released the sharp steel. "Why don't you come say that to my face you overbearing ass!" Bakura insulted. Mariku summoned a sword for himself and held it out towards Bakura. They bore down upon eachother at full speed. Their weapons clashed at the middle. The two Hikari's watched in horror as blood spurted from the fresh wounds of their Yami's.

Bakura was thrown to the ground and pinned by his opponent. The cold steel of Mariku's sword hovered next to his bare neck. The rain broke free of the dark clouds slowly passing above. The Yami's and Hikari's were drenched in its purity. Malik and Ryou were both on the verge of tears. "Mariku, don't do it!" Malik burst.

Mariku's eyes were filled with rage and the want to kill, but the restraint of his Hikari was making it highly impossible to kill the tomb robber. His eyes softened from a cold glared to an emotionless stare. "Fine," he whispered. He ran the tip of the blade across the ground next to Bakura, tearing open a portal to the Shadow Realm below them both. Mariku leapt off of Bakura and watched him plummet into the darkness. The doorway between the two realms closed and the ground was solid once again.

Ryou had already fled not wanting to meet the same fate as his poor Yami. Mariku looked around and saw no sign of Ryou. He wanted to find him and kill him, but Malik wouldn't allow it.

That was the same day the bond between Mariku and Malik was severed for good.

Flashback Over

Mariku had always had regrets about allowing Bakura to live, but that was then. It was time he got over that. What mattered now was the fact that he was unable to finish Bakura off.

Bakura dropped to his knees. The pain he was administering to himself felt absolutely wonderful. He felt so relieved and calm now.

Mariku stood from the lovesac and opened his closet. Off to the far right was an assortment of colored trench coats. There was purple, red, white, black, blue, and even pink(lol). He grabbed for the red trench coat and walked instead of teleporting to Bakura's house. He needed a few minutes to think before bitching at Bakura. He psyched himself up and entered the unkept house forcefully, doing the same when he had come to Ryou's bedroom.

The door was thrown open and Ryou was seen reading in his ragged armchair. Ryou glanced away from his book. The sandy-blond lifted him by the collar of his shirt. "Where is Bakura," Mariku said in an angry tone. "Downstairs," Ryou simply replied.

Ryou was dropped back into his chair and the tomb keeper turned and exited the room with his trench coat flowing behind him. He made his way downstairs and down the corridor. He paused at the opening of two rooms, the living room and the kitchen. He glanced into each and saw a glimpse of Bakura in the doorway of the kitchen. He walked in and saw Bakura on the ground with his back towards the doorway.

"I hate you, you bastard!" Mariku was able to shout since he was psyched just for this. "Good, maybe then you might fuck off and leave me to live my damn life." Bakura replied in a dulled tone. "You…I…" he paused finding himselfat a loss for words. "That's impossible…"

Bakura stood and turned to face him. His eyes burned with hatred and pain. Mariku lowered his eyes and noticed a developing pool of Bakura's blood on the kitchen tile. The tomb robber turned away and grabbed a medical kit from one of the cabinets. He sat down to the table in the dining room and rummaged around in search of a long bandage. Mariku pulled the bag away and found a bandage then he took hold of Bakura's arm. The blood from his wounds stained Mariku's hands. He wrapped the wound nicely and tied it off at the top.

"If you knew how I felt…you would know how badly I want to forget you, but the feelings I have for you won't dispell…." Bakura looked down at his arm angrily and tore the bandage off. He tossed it to the ground and glared at it for a moment. Mariku aggravatedly grabbed the fresh wound and dug his nails into it. Bakura stayed strong refusing to show any pain or weakness. He didn'twince or cry outeven thoughhe so badly wanted to. Mariku sighed and released his grip. Both blood-stained hands fell to his sides.

"I don't even want to hurt you anymore…." Marikurealized. "You should get over that," Bakura commented. "I'm done…"Mariku whispered in defeat. He entered the kitchen area and knelt down to pick up where Bakura had left off with the knife.

Bakura took theweapon and pulled Mariku to his feet, bringing him into a tender kiss. One of Mariku's hands found its way to Bakura's injured arm. He used a little magic to heal the wound. Bakura could feel the healing of his arm and slowly pulled back, releasing the other's lips. His eyes were filled to the brink with mixed emotions.

Mariku was quick to disappear. He felt quite embarrassed for acting the way he did. Bakura went to his room and gently closed his door. He fell back on the large bed and spread his arms out across the sea of black material. "Why the hell did I do that?" he questioned himself aloud.

Mariku too went to his own room and fell back amongst the gold material of his bed. "Why the hell did he do that?" He stripped off his trench coat and black shirt, tossing them aside. He stared up at the ceiling as he pondered Bakura's actions.

Bakura turned on the radio resting on the floor near the head of his bed. He listened and let the harsh music sink in.

Mariku looked at the vase of white roses and sat up. He picked one out and stared at it for a moment before watching it disappear from his hand. The delicate white flower made its appearance in Bakura's hand. He set it down on his pillow and drifted off to sleep.