Hello! Thanks again for all of the wonderful reviews you've all given the story. You're gonna make me cry; in a good way of course. Well, I won't talk my head off, but I just wanted to say 'thanks' just like I have so many times before. ttyl.

Bakura gawked at Mariku with his jaw slightly on the drop. "A sleepover?" he echoed as a dumbfounded expression swept over his features. Mariku nodded with the same stupid grin stuck to his face.

"Aren't we a bit old for that?" Bakura inquired.

Mariku shook his head rapidly and fall backwards on the pillow in a dizzy manner. He giggled and looked back up at Bakura from where his head rested. Bakura crossed his arms behind his neck and glanced over at Mariku. "Besides the fact that we are too old for stupid little things like this, aren't you supposed to be at someone else's house to have a sleep over?"

"I know, and I am at your house."

Bakura rolled his eyes and laid back on the old mattress. Mariku crawled out from under the covers and laid on his stomach with his head rested on the palm of his right hand. He fiddled with Bakura's hair using the other hand; twirling the long white strands around his fingers and letting them slide of only to once again be wrapped around his fingers.

"Just think, we can stay up late and have so much fun." Mariku fantasized of everything that could be done and smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

Bakura pushed Mariku's hand from his hair and placed it back behind his head. "Fine, I'll play along. What do you suggest we do?"

Mariku leaned over Bakura's head and poked at the tip of his nose with his pointer finger. "How about you chose this time?" He offered.

Bakura slapped his hand away again and glared at him with an annoyed twitch in his left eye. "I don't even know what to do at these stupid things." He grumbled.

Mariku laid his head down on Bakura's chest and stroked it with his long thin fingers. "Well, you play games, and talk…" He mummbled as he thought. "We can even look at pictures of girls…"

Bakura blushed, but only because Mariku's fingers had danced their way down to his stomach and the soft touch of him was beginning to tickle just the slightest. Bakura's heart beat spead up as he held back laughter and also the feeling of jumping there other right there.

Mariku's eyes perked up as ideas of what to do filled his head. He clambered off of the bed and shuffled out of the room quickly. Now that he had left, Bakura's quickly beating heart had begun to return to its normal pace and he was becoming settled once again.

Just as he was gaining his calm, Mariku stumbled back into the room and tripped, dropping a few things on the floor, but picking them up quickly and taking them to the bed where he dropped everything; some more carefully than others.

He had pencils, paper, a few books stacked on eachother, two glass bottles of what he assumed was Root Beer, the portable cd player from Ryou's room, and some movies. Bakura was astonished that he was able to come up with this much stuff in so little time. "Isn't it a bit early to start the sleepover? I mean, its only five o' clock."

Mariku ignored him and dug through his small pile of stuff and grabbed a magazine from the pile, "We can look at this first."

"What is it?"

Mariku opened the magazine and in an instant his eyes were wide with shock and surprise. "Eeekkk!" He gasped as he stared widely at the picture. "What's he doing to that man?"

Bakura looked over quickly and his eyes too went wide when he saw that the magazine in Mariku's hands was one of his many yaoi porn magazines. Mariku dropped the magazine down on the bed and covered his burning eyes.

"Where did you get this?" Bakura eyes were as wide as ever and staring down at the bed in embarrasment. The magazine was held suffocatingly tight to his chest.

"It was under your pillow." Mariku said with a quiver in his tone.

Bakura looked at his book for the last time and tore it into bits and pieces; throwing its remains in the trash can. He turned his attention to Mariku who still had his hands clasped over his eyes. "What were you doing in my room?"

"I couldn't find paper."

"What makes you think I would have paper under my pillow?"

"I dunno…" Mariku sat down on the floor where he was standing and broke down into tears. Bakura sighed deeply and pulled Mariku up onto the bed next to him. "Just calm down. Its not that big of a deal."

Mariku sniffled and looked at Bakura who had a lazy look on his face but was giving him somewhat of a smile. He ruffled his hair and tickled Mariku's sides playfully. Mariku grinned a huge grin and giggled. "Thanks, Bakura. I feel better."

Bakura nodded and brushed Mariku's messy blonde bangs from his eyes. Mariku reached behind himself and grabbed at the too glass bottles of liquid that he had pulled from a box in the fridge.

He handed one to Bakura and sat back with his own. Just as he was about to open it Bakura up and grabbed it away from him. He sat up and looked at Mariku quite seriously.

"You can't have this." He stated flatly without giving a reason.

"Why not? You get one."

"If you are a kid, then you can't have beer. As you stated so clearly earlier, you are a kid, which now means you can't have this beverage. Got it?"

Mariku crossed his arms and pouted on the bed. Bakura popped the top of his bear and downed at least half of the bottle in a matter of seconds. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and looked at the bottle. "Now that I think of it," he said before taking another swig. "I can think of game we can play." He downed the rest of it and replaced its lid.

Mariku's pout turned into a curious expression as he watched Bakura climb of off the bed and get onto his knees on the hardwood floor. Bakura motioned for him to follow, which he did do.

"Mariku, have you ever played a game with a bottle that you spin on the floor?"

Mariku shook his head and waited for Bakura to explain this game to him. "Fine then. What you do is spin this bottle and wait for it to stop. Whoever it stops on you have to kiss them. Got it?"

Mariku recalled Bakura's earlier game and how strange and uncomfortable it was, but being the competative soul he was he agreed to playing this game as well. He stood from the floor and left the room quickly. Bakura seemed confused that he had just agreed to play and then had left so quickly.

Mariku scurried down the hallway to little Ryou's room and grabbed a few of his stuffed animals from a very large pile in the corner, and returned to the guest room with them. He knelt back down and quietly placed the three chosen stuffies in what was now a circle. The first was a light brown bear with a green bowtie; the second was a pink rabbit; and the third was a green turtle wearing a top hat and spectacles.

"Now I am ready to play." Mariku sat back on his legs and put his hands in his lap.

"You can go first, Mariku." Bakura offered and handed Mariku the empty beer bottle. Mariku set it down on the floor and spun it. He waited most impatiently for the bottle to stop spinning. It slowed and came to hault, its tip pointing at the pink rabbit. He picked it up, pecked it on its fuzzy little noise, and took the liberty of hugging it as well.

It was now Bakura's turn to spin the bottle. He spun it quickly and sat back. He too seemed impatient, but not as much as Mariku had been. The bottle slowly came to a stop and was pointing at the stuffed turtle. Bakura seemed less than excited to kiss the ugly little stuffed animal. Mariku made sure to reinforce the rules and make Bakura kiss it, which he did and threw it back on the ground.

He made a horrid face as he wiped at his mouth with his sleeve as if the stuffy was infected with a deadly disease or worse. Mariku giggled at the very sight of Bakura's reaction, but then had to take his turn.

Again, the bottle came to a stop, but this time it was not a stuffed animal that it pointed at, but was the robber, the same one he didn't really want to kiss. Mariku leaned back in a most resistant manner and looked as thought he was prepared to run for his life.

"You have to play by the rules, Mariku. You forced me to do the same and now it is you who is being forced to play fairly." Bakura commented. Mariku gulped hard and crawled towards Bakura, pushing the bottle and the stuffed animals aside.

He sat on Bakura's lap as he was motioned to do and glanced up at him with a look of dismay. "Stop worrying, its not like I'm going to bite you." Bakura teased. He gently lifted Mariku's chin with his finger and pressed his lips lightly against Mariku's.

The sandy-blonde was wide-eyed at first and wanted to pull away, but something was keeping him from doing so. He brought both hands up to Bakura's face and pressed a little harder into the kiss. The tomb robber's hands ran up and down Mariku's sides slowly, causing the other to moan softly in his throat.

In a quick second, Mariku snapped out of his little trance and realized that Bakura's slimy tongue was edging its way down his throat. He placed his hands on Bakura's chest and forced himself away from Bakura, then scrambling out of the room, into Bakura's for a quick second , and down the stairs.

Bakura was leaning back on his hands and breathing heavily, staring out into the hallway and unsure of what had made him run. He jumped up from the floor and brushed himself off before continuing on downstairs.

The house had been taken over by an eerie silence. Bakura was actually slightly afraid because of this silence. It just plain creeped him out. "Mariku, where are you?" He called. "This isn't funny."

Mariku was crouched around the corner in Living Room and holding both hands to his aching head. He was being bombed by memories which were mixing with new memories from earlier today.

He opened his eyes to a squint and his vision blurred between the living room and an atmosphere of darkness, and it was raining. Suddenly, he was no longer switching between the two, and found himself in the rain. It felt so real and it almost was since it was an actual memory from his past.

(Flash Back)

Mariku was curled on the curb of the sidewalk near an alley. The streets were soaked by the heavy rains and the air was thick with fog and chilled. From the alley emitted sounds of angry words being exchanged between what sounded like two men.

He glanced around the corner and saw in the alley two men, as he had thought, bickering between one another. A dark purple mist had replaced the fog and it surrounded them both.

They each brandished two pure gold weapons. One being a Millenium item and the other a jewel encrusted dagger also made of gold. They leapt out of sight and all that could be heard was the clash of their weaponry. Then they came back into sight.

The palid-hair was down on the ground in a puddle of rain water with a dagger held to his throat. He had a sly look about him and his eyes stood out in the darkness.

"Don't force my hand, thief." The blondish one spoke in a dark tone. His light purple eyes were piercing and had a certain evil look about them. Mariku quickly turned back around the corner and looked absolutely frightened. He took a few deep breaths and looked back into the alley.

The sandy-blonde had drawn blood from the other's limbs, chest, and face. The other winced in pain, but didn't look ready to give in.

Suddenly, the atmosphere or rain drowned streets evaporated into thin air and Mariku was somewhere else. He was in the bedroom watching himself and Bakura not but a few hours ago.

The thief seemed more aggressive from this angle. He saw the tears forming in his own eyes as Bakura kissed and touched him. The thief glanced back at him and smirked. This atmosphere too evaporated and it seemed that he was back in the Living room.

(Flash Back Ends)

So many things were forcing their way through Mariku's unstable mind. He felt afraid, angry, and confused.

Bakura glanced around the corner into the Living Room and saw Mariku crouched down against the wall. He noticed that Mariku seemed to be acting strangely and he was sweating profusely.

"What the hell is your problem? You just kinda dashed out of the room."

Mariku did not reply. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Bakura's knife, the one he had grabbed on his way downstairs. He fingered it and stared at it unsure of its use in his confused state.

"Do you need to talk? I'll actually listen this time." Bakura offered and stepped into the room.

"You won't be around to listen…"

"And why won't I be around?"

Ha ha ha! I'm going to be a real jerk and just drop off here. Sorry it took so long to write this. I'll probably have to rewrite it if there is any confusion whatsoever. I have had major writer's block for the past….two or three days, yeah, something like that. Please review! Lata!