Thanks for all of the great reviews. I'm glad you guys are still interested in the story. I am too, its fun to write and it was fun to roleplay with my bud. I'll just shut up extra early today and let you read on.

Bakura and Mariku walked up the cracked cement of the walking path. Bakura fished around in his pockets until he found his keys and unlocked the door. The sandy-blonde walked in ahead of him and sighed as he looked around the cold house. He felt better now that he was away from that horrid hospital.

Bakura walked by him and started up the stairs to his bedroom. Mariku couldn't help, but feel that the tomb robber had something on his mind, but the keeper wasn't about to do anything about it. "He just needs time," Mariku shrugged and was about to go the kitchen when he began coughing harder than he ever had.

The keeper covered his mouth and coughed it out, but was shocked to see small spots of blood on his hand. His eyes drew wide and his body began to tremble as he just stared at his hand.

Bakura stripped of his trench coat and shirt, tossing them aside on a chair sitting alone in one of the corner's of the room. He sighed heavily and fell back into the chair. He couldn't get the thought of Mariku thrusting that blade at him out of his head. Mariku had taken on an evil look at that time and Bakura had actually become afraid for his own safetly. He felt so frustrated by all of this.

The egyptian thief wandered back downstairs and saw Mariku standing with his back turned towards the staircase. Bakura continued down the stairs and to the kitchen where he thought he was going to be getting a snack. Instead, Bakura started tearing the kitchen apart with frustration and anger heavy on his features.

Mariku snapped out of his little trance because of all the ruckus Bakura was making. He wiped the spots of blood on the inside of his hospital shirt and turned the corner to see Bakura throwing the last of anything in the kitchen before he collapsed to the floor with his right knee up with his arm resting there. His head was hung low and he was just staring at the floor as he began to settle down a little bit.

The keeper glanced around the destroyed kitchen and picked up one of the cooking pans on the ground. He looked down at Bakura with a very loving gaze and expression present. "Bakura…?" He set the pot aside on the counter and perched himself on the marble top.

The tomb robber's eyes began to water just a little. He had never felt so frustrated about anything. He looked up slight with his bangs hanging gloomily in front of his dark chocolate gaze. He stood from the ground and proceeded to the back door and disappeared into the lightly falling snow.

Mariku glanced out the window at Bakura who was hurling snowballs at the old wooden fence. He sighed and felt that this had something to do with himself. Still, he too went outside and was hit with the sudden chilled breeze that Bakura was obviously ignoring since he was without a shirt or coat.

"Bakura…" Mariku whispered in a very sad tone. Just then, he felt the same sharp pain only now his chest felt tight and it was hard to breathe. He leaned against the house and grabbed his chest with one hand, the other occupying his lower torso.

Mariku began to gasping for breath, but he was as cool as a cucumber and wasn't about to panic over something like this a little bit of blood. Bakura's keen senses picked up on the small sound and he was aware that Mariku was trying to keep it from him.

The frustrated thief turned to see Mariku leant up against the side of house. Bakura's eyes were filled with suspended tears that refused to flood from his chocolate orbs. He approached Mariku very slowly, his shadow stretched out and loomed over the other.

Mariku wiped a spot of blood from the corner of his mouth and stared into Bakura's cold and seeminly lifeless eyes. The pained spirit reached out to the pallid-hair, but his hand was brutally swatted away as if it were an obnoxious fly buzzing towards the other's face.

"Listen, and listen good Mariku. I am going to be blunt." Bakura began in a most frigid tone. "I've thought about everything that has happened since you came into my life…you've destroyed everything without thinking about anyone but yourself. You still continue to ruin everything. I don't know why I continue to put upu with it…I'm so fucking sick of the frustration and stress you give me…but still…" Bakura paused and it was obvious he was holding back his tears.

"You have somehow managed to draw me to you in some odd way…and I don't want it, but it still manages to happen…"

"What the hell are you babbeling on about?" Mariku hissed and was now getting bored with Bakura's constant yammering.

A tear fell from Bakura's eye and he seemed both shocked and sad that Mariku wasn't even listening. He maybe even felt angry…he didn't know what he felt, but it wasn't happiness like it had been before, and it wasn't..it wasn't anything. He felt empty again.

The tomb robber darted into the house slamming the door behind himself and flew up to his room where he locked the door. Mariku, knowing he had little energy, teleported himself into Bakura's room, nearly missing his mark and ending up in the attic or the basement. Bakura was splayed out on his bed and was just letting his suspended tears stream down his pale skin. "Bakura, I want to understand what you were talking about outside."

"You don't give a damn anyway, so might as well piss off and leave me alone." Bakura retorted quite coldly to the other egyptian. Mariku tried to speak up, but Bakura only repeated himself with a more angry tone to his voice. "Fine…I'll go, but I…I love you Bakura…"

Mariku was given no reply so he decided to leave the house. He returned to his own on foot because he was too weak to use anymore of his power which would only kill him faster.

Bakura flipped onto his back and acted as if he truly didn't care about the other. "I could care less that he's injured and will most likely die. At least he will be out of my life and things can be normal again." Bakura wiped as his red and tear-stained eyes and sighed deeply.

Mariku opened the front door and walked inside and upstairs to his bedroom where he laid down carefully on his bed and stared at the ceiling with his already blurring vision. He could feel that blood was welling up inside his human vessel. There was nothing he could do at this point however because he was too weak to heal himself.

"I hate him," Bakura growled and repeated to himself as if to wash away his memories of Mariku all together.

"I love him…and I will gladly die…if it makes him happy…" Mariku whispered. Tears fell from his eyes as he continued to stare and was only thinking of Bakura.

"Why am I so drawn to that bastard?" Bakura growled again and tossed onto his other side.

Mariku eased himself up onto his elbows and had a very determined look in his eyes. "No, I can't die…until he says that he loves me…I just have to hear it…" Mariku rolled off of his bed onto his wobbly legs and made it back out the door and was heading back for Bakura's house.

When he came to the front door, he found that it was locked. However, he was smart enough to carry a credit card around just for such occassions. He stepped into the house and could hear angry sounds emitting from the thief's bedroom. As he was scaling the stairs, he fell on the stair and could go no further. He was so exhausted from what had seemed to be only a five minute walk to the others house. It now felt more like forever.

"Bakura…?" He called in a smallish tone. He repeated himself again but more loudly. From upstairs he heard more shouting and then the tomb robber appeared at the top of the staircase. "What the hell do you want now? I thought I told you piss off!" Bakura shouted at Mariku.

Mariku glanced up at Bakura and saw not even a shred of mercy in his expression which was cold as it had once been. "Bakura…please, talk to me…" Mariku practically begged.

Bakura was in a sadist mood right now and didn't care what Mariku had to say, in fact he didn't want to ever talk to anyone ever again. He pivoted to return to his room. "Bakura!"

The thief gave him the most evil of his looks yet. There was a sort of darkness to his chocolate colored eyes that the other hadn't seen for quite some time. "Spare me, I don't care what you have to say. I don't want to talk. You had that chance and you completely ignored me when I was trying to speak with you. You didn't hear a word I said…"

"It's hard to listen when you can barely breathe and you feel like you are going to collapse right there and never wake again…" Mariku snapped back at him.

"Well, its kind of hard to listen when you want to kill someone," Bakura retorted in a most sarcastic manner. Mariku chuckled and nodded. "Ha ha…you joke as if this is so funny…but its not…." Mariku hissed and backed up his words with a serious expression.

"Actually, I find this far from funny. In fact, there is nothing that I find humerous about this situation."

"Really…I find that hard to believe…" Mariku said in a near whisper and glanced away from Bakura.

"Then you can die thinking that…"

Mariku lowered his head on the step and seemed upset that Bakura would even say such a thing.

"You couldn't just leave me the hell alone could you? For once just let me be?" Bakura said with a stutter in his tone as tears came to him again. Mariku shook his head and coughed a little bit. "No, I can't just leave you alone…it doesn't work like that…" Mariku replied in a horse voice.

Bakura walked a circle at the height of the stairs and looked around as he gathered his words and spoke them, "All you do is piss me off and make me hate you even more than I already do…and you should know that I want you to leave me alone and never bother me again…" Bakura paused and descended down the tall flight where he paused next to Mariku. "But…there is also something that I fell…and it never wants you to leave…" He said in a smaller voice and took a seat next to Mariku on the step.

He held his knees close to his chest and looked off and away from Mariku. He couldn't stand the sight of his pale skin and the light stain of blood on his lower lip. He looked almost dead and it was actually frightening to the tomb robber.

"Mariku, I…" He paused again and couldn't seem to say what he wanted to. He thought a moment and regretably looked back at Mariku who's large faint purple orbs were staring directly at him. "I seem to hate everything about you…but I…I do have feelings for you…" He said extra quietly and looked away again.

Well, I think I have written enough for this messed up chapter, but don't fret. Spring Break will give me plently of time to get a few chapters up, I am hoping. Tell me what you think of this demented chapter.