Yay! Omg, I am getting excited now because for this chapter I am going to attempt starting into the Egyptian part of the story. I'm not so excited that this story is on its way to ending. That really makes me sad. It was a fun run though. I will have to write another one of these fics. Maybe I can do the JouxKaiba one. Whatever my bud thinks. Well, let's begin shall we?

Malik and Bakura were in a standoffish faze; Bakura staring down Malik, and Malik staring right back at him without giving way to the fear that welled up inside his quivering body.

"Stop stalling and get the hell out!" Bakura repeated in an equally threatening tone. Malik narrowed his eyes at the other, "I'm not leaving yet, Bakura. We still need to talk." He retorted.

Bakura burst out of the room by Malik and was already at the base of the stairs. "Fine, then I'll go somewhere else. Just stay if that is what you really desire." Bakura grabbed for his long black trench coat and left as quickly as he could.

"That's what I thought! You're just a big coward!" Malik screamed from the top of the stairs. Ryou was shaking as rage built up inside his body. He looked as if he were going to scream or explode. "Malik! Stop this immediately!"

"I won't, Ryou! I'm tired of watching him destroy my yami's life!" Malik yelled back at his fuming lover. "As far as it goes, I think that Mariku is really the one destroying lives here!"

Just as Malik had opened his mouth, Ryou had ordered him to shut up. He grabbed his own coat and stormed out after his yami to go and retrieve him before he could get too far away from the house. Malik was appauled that his own boyfriend had told him to shut up.

Ryou ran down the pathway of the main street surrounding their home and saw Bakura walking further away at a quick pace. The hikari ran as fast as he could to get to his yami and was actually catching up. "Bakura! Please stop!" He called after him. Bakura stopped and glanced back over his shoulder to see the little hikari chasing after him. "What the hell do you want?" He inquired in a rather cold tone that Ryou did not appreciate but he could stand it just this once.

"I want to go with you, wherever you are going, Bakura." Ryou said with a weeze and a puff as he was gaining his breathe more steadily. "If you are going with me, then you had better learn to pick up the pace and not fall behind because I won't stop for you." Ryou agreed to his so called terms and they both walked off together down the path, Bakura ahead of Ryou who trailed not far behind him, but kept a certain amount of distance.

Malik had gone home feeling rather upset with himself because now he had pushed away the one person that ever truly cared for him. He walked home at a quick pace as well, but he wanted to leave as soon as was possible and not a moment later. He walked up the many cases of stairs and walked down the long hallway to Mariku's bedroom which was still barricaded to keep Bakura from coming in just in case he had not yet left and was more plotting out his revenge on Mariku.

The hikari knocked on the door and called to Mariku through the splintered wood. The door was unbarred and Malik was aloud in. The handsome egyptian male was laying on the bed stomach down on the sheets and was staring at a glass of wine that he had in his hand. It was strange that the glass was still full since Mariku was such a heavy drinker when it came to his favorite wine.

"Mariku, I think that it is time we left this god-forsaken city." Malik suggested quite strongly with a certain upset tone about himself.

"Leave? But why would we do that?" Mariku inquired quite unsure of the reason for suddenly leaving a place that he was growing used to so quickly. Malik did not answer his question, but did answer with another question of his own. "Why should we stay? There's nothing here for us. I was thinking we should move to Egypt. That did used to be your home and it could be a great big adventure."

Mariku glanced over at his hikari and saw the guiltiest of looks on the younger one's face. He sat up and looked curiously at his lighter half. "All right, what did you do this time?" He inquired with one brow cocked high.

Malik sighed and knew that Mariku would find out sooner or later or at least realize so he decided it best to tell him the truth and get punished lightly now than punished more heavily later. "To be honest…" He began and started scratching at the back of his neck. "I yelled at bakura and now he is no longer in the mood to ever see our faces again." He confessed to his yami. "And I am all for moving to Egypt." He added on the side bar of it all.

Malik confessed further of what he had said to Bakura, well, more of told the half truth and fed his yami a few other lies to go with it. He was then smacked upside the head by his disgusted yami. Malik had made things a little worse for himself just by telling his yami those lies which were more meant to get him out of such troubles than to put him in them.

"You idiot! What the hell were you thinking?" His yami raged at him and smacked him again near the same spot as before. "I don't know. I guess I wasn't thinking at the time. But Mariku, they're gone and we can start all over with our lives somewhere else. I mean, didn't you hate Bakura for making you feel guilty and didn't you hate having that annoying Ryou around?" Malik was listening to himself and he just wanted to break down in tears. He couldn't believe what he had just said about his lover. The one person he loved more than life itself. He just thought he was doing himself and his yami some good by forcing them out of the picture.

Mariku feel back on his bed and stared into the air. "I can't believe this," he sighed and grimaced. He looked to his hikari and ordered him out for a short while until he could compose his thoughts properly and think more about the move Malik so desperately wanted to make.

After at least an hour or two of thinking, Mariku had decided that it could be good to leave Japan and go somewhere that he was at least comfortable. He had never truly wanted to come to Japan in the first place and he was now actually excited that he was getting to leave this horrible place. However, his heart was heavy when it came to thinking that he would be leaving Bakura behind. That was his only delay, but he couldn't just stay like this.

After a lot more thought was put into the matter, both yami and hikari had taken off abruptly, leaving behind their many positions and the beautiful mansion that Mariku had worked so hard to create. He was sad to leave it behind, but he couldn't very well put his house on a plane so he had to leave it. Thereafter, they caught the next flight out of the Japan and were on their way to Egypt.

Okay, shoot me if you want, but I am leaving this chapter short for one reason. I want a clean pallet when I start into the Egyptian stuff. I'll have that up soon because I am working on it as I am writing this little message at the bottom.