Okay, I said I was going post another chapter yesterday and I wasn't able to. So, I am going to put this up and try my damnedest to get more chapters up! (is that even a word? Whatever….) Here you are and I hope you find this somewhat entertaining. Megan and I had quite a bit of fun around this part of this story

After leaving Bakura's room with his arms spread and making the noise of an airplane, he ran to the kitchen in hopes of finding something appealing and edible.

He glanced around the room unsure of where to start his search, and in looking about the room he noticed a small orange bottle on the counter. It no longer had its label, for that was peeled away, and it didn't seem strange in any way, shape or form.

Mariku uncapped its lid and delved into the orange plastic bottle. Inside, he pulled out something small and purple that looked a lot like skittles, but smaller. Mariku gave it no thought and ingested them. However, that was not enough to satisfy is appetite.

He recapped the bottle and set it aside to find something else to eat. He rummaged through the cabinets and came upon several good looking things. A very familiar, but new box of Cheerios, a brand-new package of Oreo's and a gallon of Milk to take it down with.

He carried the armful of items to the living room and plunked down onto the couch. Since it was Saturday there were cartoons up a yinyang. Mariku flipped through several channels in an attempt to not miss anything in each cartoon. He chowed down on the food items as he did so.

He downed the entire box of cereal without any trouble, then devoured each and every Oreo, and chugged the entire gallon of Milk. Suddenly feeling queasy, with his hands on his bloated gut, he laid down on the couch with his head propped up on a pillow.

He whimpered as his stomach churned, and he was very uncomfortable at the moment. Suddenly, he leapt from the couch and darted out into the hallway and up the stairs to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind himself. He leant over the toilet and purged.

Bakura had been awoken by the disturbing sounds emitting from the bathroom. He groaned and again rolled out of bed. Quietly he walked out of his room and followed the gross sound to the closed bathroom door. The silver-haired male knocked on the door once and listened again hearing the same gross noise.

"What's going on in there?"

Mariku jumped at the sudden sound of Bakura's voice and became unnerved which accompanied how disgusting his body felt right now. "N-Nothing…" Mariku purged once more. He felt weak and his body hurt just as much as his stomach. He crawled into the bathe to take a break and a few deep breaths.

Bakura became impatient and walked into the bathroom to see Mariku laying where he was with his arms slung over his stomach tightly, and looking quite pallid and lifeless.

"What the hell?" Bakura said slightly surprised by the sight of Mariku and his bathroom, which was now a big mess that he would surely end up cleaning himself. "What did you eat?"

"Oreos….Cheerios…Milk…." Mariku listed and groaned at the mere thought of food.

"I guess that means you are sick."

Mariku rolled onto his side and moaned, his stomach near empty and upset with him. "Well," Bakura sighed deeply and rubbed the back of his neck. "You aren't going to stay in here all day."

He reached into the bathe and gently took hold of Mariku's arm. The tomb keeper whipped his arm away from Bakura, "Don't touch me….I don't feel good," he groaned.

"God…" he rolled his eyes. "I know you don't feel good, I'm not stupid, but you can't stay in the damn shower." Mariku turned back over and refused to budge. Bakura left the bathroom in a huff and returned promptly with a blanket and pillow from Ryou's room.

"Fine, stay here and wretch to your heart's content," Bakura growled.

"I'm done."

"I doubt it," Bakura retorted. He threw the pillow and blanket at Mariku roughly. "Don't wretch on those. Just stay put in case you need to vomit again."

"Okay, Bakura," Mariku said in a raspy tone. Bakura nodded and smiled slightly as he was at least pleased that Mariku had said his name without flaw. He assissted Mariku in getting comfortable by tucking the pillow behind his head and covering him with blanket.

Bakura left him there to rest and went to the living room. He looked through a stack of movies on a shelf under the television and pulled the Exorcist from the rest. He put the film into dvd player and sat down to enjoy the film.

Upstairs in the bathroom, Mariku could hear the sound of the moving coming in through the vent near the sink. Being the curious person he was, he crawled out of the shower and crept downstairs where at the base of the stairs eh could see the mocing being viewed on the large screen television.

Bakura had seen this movie so many times that by now it was to the point where it was more interesting than frightening. Suddenly, a loud shriek rang throughout the house that was not part of the film. Bakura ran out into the hallway, skidded to a halt, and saw Mariku huddled up on the bottom stair with his face buried in his hands.

The thief went and turned off his movie and returned to Mariku's side. "What are you doing?" Bakura sat down on the step and put his arm around Mariku's shoulder.

"I was just watching the movie…" Mariku glanced up at him with tears staining his pallid face.

Bakura pushed Mariku's bangs from his eyes and placed them neatly behind his ears. "I knew you would scream if you watched this movie." He cupped Mariku's cheek and his touch was warm and comforting. "You should go back upstairs and rest."

"But I…" he paused. "Yes, Bakura…" He started up the tall staircase with his head hung low. Bakura groaned and marched up the stairs and dragged Mariku back downstairs. "You can stay down here, just stop whining."

He pushed Mariku into the living room and onto the couch. He took his film from the dvd and replaced it on the shelf. "What do you want to watch?" He growled.

"What movies do you have that aren't creepy?" Mariku returned with his own question.

"What is this twenty questions?" Bakura mummbled.

He shrugged and had Mariku come to the shelf to pick something out. The sandy-blonde pulled one from the lot and read its case. Bakura sat back in the couch and patiently waited for Mariku to find something to watch. "How about this one, Bakura?"

"What is it called?"

Mariku sounded the label out to himself first "P…or…n….porn," he sounded out to the thief. Bakura jumped up from the couch and snatched the tape away, "That one is scary."

He walked to the kitchen and set the tape on the counter for a minute, then he ransacked the top drawer of one of the counters. He smirked with a hammer in his hands which he used to violently bash the tape to bits. He tossed away its remains and returned to the living room casually as if nothing had happened.

Mariku was looking through the lot once again. This time he came up with The Little Mermaid. "What about this movie?"

"Fine," Bakura popped the video tape into the VHS and started the tape. Mariku backed up to the couch and fell into it as he was already entertained by the advertisements. Bakura flopped down next to him and sighed deeply. "I hate this movie," he thought to himself as the feature began.

"It's starting!" Mariku exclaimed with excitement heavy on his expression. He was practically bouncing off the walls. Bakura grabbed hold of Mariku to hold him still and nodded. "Shh..the movie is starting and you have to be quiet."

Mariku instantaneously shut up and held as still as was possible. As the feature began, Mariku unknowingly leaned against Bakura and made an odd happy little noise.

The thief pretneded not to have noticed that Mariku was leaning against him even though he had and he was too tired to do anything about it.

About halfway through the unbearable movie, Mariku had nodded off, while Bakura was restraining himself from destroying his hikari's favorite videotape.

Mariku cuddled up a little closer to Bakura's warm body and snored lightly. Bakura glanced down at the sandy-blonde and was reminding himself of his burning hatred for children.

He stood carefully and laid Mariku down gently with a couch pillow pushed under his head. The pallid-haired male dragged himself upstairs to his bedroom and glanced around boredly. He stopped and was staring at his dresser with a smirk on his face and his one brow cocked as it had been lately.

He grabbed one of his many filthy yaoi magazines and collapsed onto his bed front side down. He shuffled through the pages with a smirk that grew even more with each turn of the page. He just happened to giggle at the sight of a few of his favorite pictures and found himself even more arroused than before.

Mariku had not slept long. The living room was insufferably cold all of the sudden. Mariku slowly came to, sat up, and rubbed at his sleep-filled eyes. He glanced around and took notice that Bakura was missing.

The forgetful male stood from the couch and stretched his limbs as far as they would go, and then made his way upstairs to the tomb robber's bedroom where he was most likely to be.

Mariku peered around the corner into the room and saw Bakura smirking at a magazine that he couldn't make out from where he was standing. "Bakura?"

The thief glanced up at the open doorway. His eyes shot wide and his face turned bright red. He stuffed the magazine behind his pillow and stared wide-eyed at Mariku. "Wh-What are you doing in here?" Bakura stammered.

Mariku walked into the room and leaned against the wall with his hands in his pocket and moved back and forth in a rocking motion with his head tilted forward.

"Are you mad at me, Bakura?"

"No," he simply replied and tried to recall a moment when he had ever really been mad since Mariku had come to stay with him.

"Then why did you leave me downstairs by myself?"

"You feel asleep and I didn't want to wake you."

Bakura and Mariku sat in an awkward silence. Bakura leaned deeper into his pillow and looked away from Mariku assuming that he had no further questions.

"Do you like me being here?"

Bakura looked back at Mariku and shook his head a little and smiled out the corner of his mouth. "Has anyone ever told you that you ask too many questions?" he said jokingly. Mariku just stared at him.

"Well…its hard to have some real fun…but I understand your current situation." Bakura laid down on his bed and watched as the puzzled Yami was trying to comprehend what he had said. "What situation?"

"You have amnesia, stupid. Or did you forget that too?" Bakura laughed lightly at the joke he had unwittingly made.

"Is that serious?"

"It depends."

Bakura leaned his head on his arm. He noted that Mariku had become somewhat pale with worry and horror apparent in his expression. "Am I gonna die?"

"No," Bakura quickly shot back. Mariku sighed his relief and leaned back against the wall and took his hands from his pockets. Bakura rolled over onto his side, facing away from Mariku. The forgetful male padded around to the other side of the bed. "What's wrong?"

It was strange for both men to see a tear fall from Bakura's deep chocolate orbs. "What the hell is this?" Bakura muttered and quickly wiped at his eyes and stared at his wet palm with an expression of surprise. "You probably wouldn't understand this, but I want my Mariku back." He admitted.

"Did you like me more that way?"

"Yeah, I didn't realize it, but I guess I did."

Mariku sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned down close to Bakura. "Is there something I can do to make you feel better?"

Bakura smiled at Mariku and chuckled. "Thanks, but don't worry about it." He sat up and wrapped his arm around Mariku's neck playfully and ruffled his hair. Mariku giggled and tried to push him away.

Bakura's smile faded away. He let go of Mariku's neck and slumped back against the headboard. The egyptian thief looked over at the rose sitting neatly in its glass of water and had not been touched since it was put there.

Mariku looked at the beautfiul plant as well. "Who gave you that?"

"You did only a short while ago."

"I did? Well, its very nice looking."

Bakura nodded in agreement. He pulled Mariku close to his body and put his arm around him. He noticed that Mariku had not broken eye contact with the white rose and chuckled. He pulled it from the glass and held it out to Mariku. "It may seem a bit silly, but maybe this rose can help you to remember something. Go ahead, take it."

Mariku reached out for the rose and grasped it tightly in his hand and pricked his skin in several places with the thorns on the plant's stem. "Oww," he dropped the pallid rose and stared at his aching hand. "That hurt," he complained.

"Well, the normal you would find that to be enjoyable," Bakura commented and picked the plant up off of the carpet and replaced it in the glass of water. "Why would that feel good?" Mariku retorted with little understanding of his sadistic side's hobbies.

Suddenly, Mariku was hit hard by a horrible flashback filled with pain and blood. His tan skin took on a more pale color. "What's wrong Mariku?"

The tomb keeper glanced down at his arms and was horrified to see his skin lambaste with scars that he hadn't bothered to notice earlier. He seemed to be in a panic. Mariku's frantic stare shifted around the room until he spotted the pocket knife he saw in his flashback, which was laying nicely on Bakura's nightstand.

The tomb keeper got off of the bed and grabbed the pocket knife. He sat against the wall on the hardwood floor and stared at the small weapon with what seemed to be tears pooling in his lavender orbs.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bakura inquired unsure of what was to come of this.

"I remember this…this knife," Mariku thought to himself. "this is the knife," he said aloud.

"What of it" Bakura looked at Mariku curiously. He didn't understand the sudden interest Mariku had taken in the knife.

Mariku opened the knife and without thinking dug its blade into his already scarred arm and drug it up to his shoulder in one long stroke. It was as if he was in a trance. Tears came from his pain as he realized what he was doing and pulled the blade from his arm.

Bakura shocked and wide-eyed. He leapt out of bed and quickly snatched the knife from his shaking hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bakura exclaimed. "Don't fucking do that to yourself!"

Mariku winced and leaned back against the wall, "Doesn't hurt…not one bit…"

"Then if it doesn't hurt, why are you crying?" Bakura glared at Mariku angrily and knelt down beside him.

"It still does!" Mariku's body was practically screaming. "Yeah…well…" he whispered instead.

"Come on, don't try to fake it. I know the pain is killing you." Bakura retorted.

"Yes! It does!" His body was screaming. "Are you happy now, Bakura?" He questioned the tomb robber. He winced when he shifted his arm. The pain was sprinting through his body and it was growing more unbearable with every minute that passed. "I want you to be happy…I don't want you to hate me, Bakura."

Tears dashed down his cheek from his pain-clouded eyes. Bakura reached under his bed and pulled a larger first-aid kit from beneath. He rummaged through the box until he found the same bandages he had used the last time Mariku had encountered a knife. He went about the long task of bandaging Mariku's crimson stained arm. "Where the hell did you get the idea that I hated you? I don't hate you, so you can just stop with that, okay?"

"Yes, Bakura." The sandy-blonde lowered his head and whipered for Bakura had tightened the bandage far too much. The theif eased off a bit to relieve his pain and tied off the bandage at the peak of Mariku's shoulder. "You need to stop trying to please me, Mariku."

The thief pushed the kit back under his bed and returned to the top of his comforter. He laid his head back down on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

"But Bakura, you are so sad…I just want you to be happy. Then we can play together, just like brothers do," Mariku said in an affectionate tone.

"Mariku, I don't deserve a brother. Sometimes I don't even deserve Ryou."

"Why?" Mariku stood from the floor and leaned back against the wall looking disoriented and feeling just the same.

"I'm a horrible person…what else can be said?"

"You aren't a meanie though. You're really nice."

"Thanks…I guess…" Bakura smiled a slender smile and turned his stare to Mariku. His gazed deeply into the violet orbs of the other. He saw the childish half of Mariku, but the other had gone; the other he longed for.

"I'll just leave you alone," Marik whipsered. He pivoted and quietly made way for the door.

Finally! Okay, I know this was a long chapter and I appologize, but I couldn't find a really great place to drop off and I finally found one! YAY! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Please review, and if you would, rate this story on a scale of 1-10, if you wouldn't mind. Later!