Hello, still sorry about not getting chapters in like I usually do. Oh, and I am so keeping to my promise, no worries. I don't have much to sayso I guess I will catch ya at the bottom.

Mariku was already outside of the mansion and walking quickly down the pavement away from his home. He heard someone calling his name from behind and glanced back to see Bakura running after him. "Mariku! Stop!"

The sandy-blonde yami picked up pace and ran from Bakura. The thief took up chase and was gaining. Suddenly, Mariku slipped on a patch of black ice and went crashing down on the pavement. "Ow…" He moaned and sat up.

Bakura slid to a hault beside Mariku and tried to help him up. Mariku pulled away from Bakura and tried to help himself up. "Don't touch me, Bakura." He hissed and stood up on the ice on the pavement. "You don't understand Mariku!"

"I understand completely. You were bored of me and my hikari was right there for the taking." Mariku deduced. He glared at Bakura and crossed his arms over his chest. Bakura looked at Mariku as if he were the stupidest man alive. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Mariku paced off again and turned down the next street. Bakura went to follow and as he turned the corner he was hit by a very unnaturally strong wind. The thief was unnable to withstand the blast and was thrown back, onto the pavement.

"Damn it, Mariku! Your hikari moved onto me! Why the hell would I dare go against you in such a manner? Give a good reason!" Bakura yelled at Mariku who was not standing far off from him.

"Bakura, just stay away from me!" Mariku returned.

"I didn't do anything, Mariku!" Bakura was able to yell before Mariku disappeared into thin air. Bakura was very upset and wanted to tear off Malik's head.

Mariku appeared in a more open area of the park. He fell to his knees in the cold snow and allowed tears of pain to flood from his violet eyes.

Bakura returned to the mansion and came upon Malik who was sitting on the top step of the stairs in front of the mansion. Bakura stood in a fighting stance and glared at Malik angrily. "Don't you dare come near me you little whelp." Bakura hissed.

"Bakura, I'm sorry…for what I did." Malik said this with a tear in his eye. "Bullshit," Bakura shot back. He sat down on the base step of stairway and looked off into the distance. Malik stood from his step and descended a few before Bakura shot back another evil glance. "Stay the hell away from me, or I'll kill you on the spot and rip your body into hundreds of bloody shreads." He threatened most effectively.

"At least no one knows. It could have been worse."

"You know…I know…and now Mariku knows. If you ever fucking get in my way again, I will kill you and that is no idle threat." Bakura made clear to Malik.

"Fine, I'll get out of your way. If I'm lucky, Mariku will dump your sorry ass, and then I will be the happiest man alive!" Bakura jumped up and struck the other down on the steps. "Don't you ever say anything like that to me!" Bakura yelled. He looked as if he wanted to cry.

"If he is lucky…I will end up killing myself…" Bakura turned and made his way down the steps. Malik sat up and rubbed his aching cheek. "I hope you do!" He yelled from behind.

In the park, Mariku was still knelt down and sobbing in the snow. His hysterical eyes were jaunting about the snow as if one of the tiny crystals had the answer to all of his problems.

Suddenly, a long shadow jutted out and over Mariku's own shadow. He turned his eyes back to the familiar face looming over him. "What are you doing here, Mariku?"

The dark spirit stood out of the snow and brushed it off of his pants and shirt sleeves. "I don't know anymore…" The familiar face directed him to the park bench to join him and talk. Mariku poured his thoughts and feelings out to the other and told him of what he saw in his room.

"There is no way that Bakura would have done that to you. He loves you so very much." The pale-hair returned. "He couldn't possibly love me…look what happened and in my room too." Mariku said sounding most outraged.

"Maybe you misunderstood the situation and came to your own conclusions. Did he bother to try explaining?" The other inquired. Mariku leaned back against the boards and crossed his arms. "He said it was Malik who started it…but…it was just a lie." Mariku said crossly.

"I don't think he would lie about something like this," The pale-hair commented more to himself than to Mariku. The frustrated yami stood from the bench and looked back at the other. "Whatever. If you will excuse me now, Ryou. I have to go kill myself."

He began to walk away in a most depressed fashion, but paused and looked back at Ryou. "Oh yeah, if you see that fucked up bastard, will you tell him that I love him?"

Ryou nodded and promised that he would. Mariku disappeared just as he had come, leaving Ryou all by himself again. The pale-haired hikari knew that he had nothing to worry about because he knew that all of this would work out and everything would be just fine.

Malik had long since left the house to most likely find a bar and for the first time in his life start drinking. This left Bakura alone at the doorstep of the mansion. He fell to his knees. Mariku had appeared just inside and was rummaging through his kitchen for something sharp, hoping it to be a cooking knife.

Bakura was trying his hardest not to burst out in tears and words, but it was far too hard for him to attempt. "Mariku, why can't you fucking believe me?" He screamed very loudly. His echo rang throughout the sky.

Mariku had managed to locate the largest of his cooking knives and just then had heard Bakura's cry just outside his front door. "I'm in love with you Mariku!" Bakura screamed again. Tears formed in Mariku's eyes, which were held back as much as possible. "No, I won't give into his false words…I won't." Mariku convinced himself.

Bakura punched his fist hard into the front doors and his body was trembling. "I love you! I know that you can't hear me, but I don't care anymore! The world can hear me! I love Mariku Ishtar!" He persisted to scream at the peak of his lungs.

"It's a lie…he never loved me…he always hated me…" Mariku lied to himself to block out Bakura's words that were ringing in his mind quite loudly. Feeling emotionally drained by his own words, Bakura walked into the house and shut the door behind himself. He was in tears and his heart felt like it had been torn in half by the other dark spirit. He didn't even know he had a heart until now.

Mariku had been scared off to his bedroom by the noise of the thief clammering into the house. "I thought I locked that damn door." He locked his own doors and pulled the knife from his pants pocket.

Bakura stalked into the kitchen and saw nothing more than a mess. Not thinking well at the moment, he grabbed a knife from one of the left open drawers and slit his wrists, unfortunately in the wrong area. He still wanted to relieve his pain just like old times, before Mariku had insisted that he stop. The wound was bleeding just enough that he fell to the floor and was in a daze.

Mariku had heard the heavy thud from clear downstairs and crept down each floor until he came to the hallway leading to his kitchen. He peered in and saw his lover laying, his arms steeped in blood. His eyes were large and his breathing was heavy. Mariku flipped back around the corner and his heart was racing. "He's here…" He thought to himself. Mariku yearned to help Bakura, but his broken heart continued to repeat that this was all a lie and that the thief should die.

"I never realized that…I might have been the one destroying your life…" Bakura whispered to himself referring to his lover. Mariku slid down the wall and made a loud thud noise when he reached the floor. He was in tears just as Bakura was. "You haven't destroyed my life," Mariku thought to himself.

Bakura had heard the noise with his sharp sense of hearing. He tried to get up, but was having some trouble doing so. His body was growing numb with pain. Mariku dropped his arms to the floor in a limp way and sobbed more.

The thief forced himself to stand and walked to the doorway of the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame and looked down to see Mariku leaning there and crying so hard that his eyes were red and his face was already tear-stained. "Didn't I tell you that crying was not your thing?"

"Shut up…" Mariku wiped at his tears. Bakura's legs were shaking uncontrollably. He was trying to put a strong front just for Mariku. "Think of this…..at least you won't have to listen to me critisize you anymore…" His tear-stains were visible and the tears were beginning all over again.

"I hope that you will now be able to go on with your life….I guess I will leave you now…you don't want to hear what I have to say…but before I do, I have to say…that I love you…" With those words finally off of his chest, he proceeded to slowly make for the door which now seemed so very far away even though it was only a few feet away.

Mariku's body trembled as rage filled him. He leapt from the floor and ran towards Bakura, shoving him roughly against the wall. Bakura crumbled to the floor from the blow and looked up at Mariku. The keeper grabbed Bakura's blood-stained wrists and healed him using his dark magic.

Mariku laid down on the floor in front of Bakura and sobbed into his hands. He was really upset about everything and couldn't believe that he had just saved him when he wanted to hate him so much. He peered through his fingers and Bakura who was just staring at him. "Are…are you all right?" he sobbed.

"No…you stopped me…" Bakura returned.

"And why shouldn't I have?" Mariku griped.

"Everything would be better for you if you didn't have to deal with me."

Mariku sat up on his knees and gripped the collar of Bakura's shirt, pressing him tightly against the wall. Bakura was too weak to do anything and just didn't say anything. "You have no idea what the hell I want or what is good for me!" He yelled at Bakura directly.

"Bakura stared straight into Mariku's with his piercing gaze, "What is it that you want then?"

Mariku thrust himself forward and kissed Bakura roughly on the lips. He leaned back not far from Bakura's face and looked down. "I just want you…" He leaned forward on Bakura's chest and sobbed lightly, sniffling once or twice as well. Bakura's body began to slid down the wall as he could not hold himself up. Mariku sat up and held Bakura in place against the wall.

"You sick, stupid bastard. I've told you before not to injure yourself." Mariku said sounding almost playful, like everything was back to normal, and nothing had ever happened between them. "Just shut up and let me kiss you, you ass hole." Bakura drew him back to his lips.

Mariku could feel Bakura's body and how it felt weak. He pulled away, not actually wanting to and sat back on his legs. "I think you need to lay down and rest." He said with concern for his weak lover. "Oh, so now you give me a break?" He said jokingly.

"Haha, you are so very funny." Mariku returned sarcastically.

"Whatever…just help me up."

Well, there is another chapter from yours truly. Hopefully, I can get another chapter in by tomorrow. I did keep my promise by the way. Catch ya later.