Damn it! I can't my last chapter got erased off the face of this planet! That just pisses me off, but I have retyped it now and I suppose I am in a better mood.

After a while of becoming more sober, Mariku was finally able to stand up straight without any trouble. The first thing he did was go downstairs to see what the damage was after the night he had had.

He was appauled at the sight of his once spotless living room. There were bottles of all sorts scattered, some being broken; liquid stains of all kinds; torn furniture; and the television was spattered with food and other such disgusting things.

The disgusted male turned his eyes to a closet down the hallway and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, cleaning items of all sorts burst out of the closet, putting a hole in the wall where the door knob was jammed.

Mariku's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "My wall…" He sighed and shook his head in disbelief. This day was turning out to be even better than he had thought it would be, sarcastically speaking.

He snapped his fingers again and overlooked two tools that were repairing his wall, then he turned to see how the clean up was going in the living room. It was beginning to look like his living room again.

Bakura was still in the study and was torn away to his own little world where he was thinking and hadn't noticed all of the noise coming from downstairs.

Mariku dropped back on a bean bag in the corner of the room and leaned back lazily in the chair. The cloth that was dusting the shelves swept over Mariku's face and shot dust into his eyes. "What the hell?" He yelled and glared with one eye at the cloth that continued to clean. He leaned back again and rubbed at his eyes more. He was then attacked by the threaded needle that had been repairing his furniture. He leapt out of the chair rubbing at his butt and almost dancing around.

"Why you-!" He yelled and scowled at the items. He snapped his fingers and everything dropped lifelessly to the floor. One by one he picked everything up and put it away in the closet, since the living room was clean he no longer needed them out.

He sighed and wiped at his forehead. "That was really hard to clean up." He said acting as if he even lifted a finger to help. All he did was clean up the cleaning tools.

He went to the kitchen and pulled out the makings of a sandwich which he used to make just that. It was a very large sandwich indeed, one that he cut in half and took the one half for himself, saving the other for Bakura.

He dipped into the fridge quickly to find something to take it down with, but was rather put off by the last beer in there. He passed all of it up for a small juice box that belonged to Malik.

The now hummering keeper sat down to the table and quickly devoured hiw portion of the lunch and sucked down the contents of the small juice box. He didn't want to keep his lover waiting and starving, plus he had more chores to have done around the house.

After he had eaten his own sandwich, he took the other part of the sandwich and another juice box up to the study where his poor lover was sulking over something. He politely knocked on the door, even though this was his house, but received no answer from the other.

Mariku peered into the room through the slight crack in the doorway and saw Bakura hunched over in the window seat with his pallid head buried in his arms.

"Bakura…?" The raider did not answer back to his name and didn't even bother with looking up at Mariku. The tomb keeper padded further into the room and set the plate aside on the frosted glass desktop near his computer. "I brought you something to eat. I hope a sandwich and juice box is all right."

"Its fine," Bakura replied dully and did not once look up. Mariku stood beside Bakura and rubbed his back in circles. "I'm sorry…about this morning."

Bakura shrugged and sighed, "It doesn't matter." Mariku could tell that Bakura was not up for talking or anything social so he backed out of the room and left Bakura to his thoughts. He went down to the end of the hall to his bedroom and went in to do a little bit of cleanup, meaning that the cleaning tools were going to do it and he was going to sit back and enjoy the show.

The bed was made, the laundry was taken down to get washed, the windows were cleaned, and things were dusted. All the while, Mariku was sitting in his large Luv Sac thinking about how different Bakura was acting today.

"What have I done wrong…? That has to be why he is so upset…or worse! He hates me!" Mariku's mind was seeminly screaming this at him. "I can't bare to think that—that its true." He whispered as a tear escaped him, which was caught and scrubbed from his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

Mariku was too curious for his own good and wanted to know if that was really what Bakura was thinking. He left the items to continue their cleaning, he then found himself standing at the entrance to the study.

Just for the sake of being polite, he again knocked on the closed door. "It's open, Mariku," was the reply he was finally given. Mariku stepped in slowly and saw that Bakura was still sitting in the same spot, and hunched over in the same position as before. "Um, I…" Mariku began as Bakura lifted his eyes to meet the others.

Mariku was surprised to see both of the beautiful chocolate orbs drenched in salty tears. "Bakura…? Are you crying…?" Mariku inquired with worry. Bakura returned his face to his arms and sobbed quietly.

The sandy blonde male sat down on the seat beside Bakura and put his arm around the other caringly. "Tell me what's wrong, Bakura…."

Bakura sighed and sat up in a straighter position. "I shouldn't be worrying like this…" He rubbed at both eyes and looked to Mariku. The keeper reached one gentle limb up and ran his lengthy fingers through the raider's long, pallid tendrils. "What are you worried about, Bakura…?" He whispered and leaned Bakura closer against him.

"It's the dream that I had last night…in this dream, you were the one who was killing me…and you hated me…" Bakura was again on the verge of tears at the very thought of his own nightmares.

Mariku felt overwhelming relief rush over him as he realized that it was only a dream that disturbed his lover. "You silly bastard. I don't hate you and I never will." He said with a sense of laughter in his tone.

"I know, Mariku, that I am stupid for worrying over a nightmare, but it felt so very real." Bakura replied and looked to Mariku. "Well, nothing like that will ever happen, so don't worry about it." Mariku returned and smiled sweetly at his lover.

"It better not…" Bakura said in a rather nasty tone. Mariku snickered and reassured that it would not happen. The sandy blonde pulled a clean cloth from the back pocket of his jeans and dabbed at Bakura's cheeks and eyes.

Bakura stood and looked down at Mariku. "I don't know what to think of all this, but I am very concerned about my dreams…" Bakura said and started for the door.

"Its just a silly dream." Mariku said, obviously not understanding how serious this was to Bakura.

"To you it is…" Bakura said in a dull tone and left the room.

You all know how sorry I am, and if not I shall remind you. I AM SO SORRY! This chapter is short, but I didn't want to risk losing this chapter as well. SORRY!