Well, here I find myself again writing another chapter. So, have any of you guessed what about to happen in this chapter? If you haven't, go ahead and read on unless you feel you are right or you want to be right in which case you just don't bother. Do as you please.

"Damn it, stop!" Malik yelled at Ryou as he had taken up chase after Ryou had turned on his heel and ran towards home. Malik leapt to catch Ryou several times, but only came to face with the dirt, in which he would scramble to his feet and continue to chase the other hikari.

Ryou darted into a two story home that was near as big as Mariku's and Malik's, bolting the door closed behind himself. Malik rammed right into the door stupidly and fell sharply to the ground. He winced as he sat forward and rubbed his shoulder which he had used to attempt to break in the door. "Ryou, please! Let me in!" He got to his feet and started to bang on the door.

Ryou ran up to his bedroom, but collapsed to the floor in tears before he ever made it to his bed which would have been more comfortable to be on than the floor.

Bakura had been in the middle of a perfectly good dream when he had heard the loud sobbing noise coming from inside his house and the loud banging noises from the outside.

He walked by Ryou's room, but paused and paced a few steps back to see Ryou laying there on the cream colored carpet in tears. He knelt down beside his hikari and pushed his bangs out of the way. "What is it now, you emotional little worm," He said harshly but jokingly.

Ryou thrust himself up from the floor and embraced his yami's waist tightly as he cried on. Bakura held him in a protective way as he let the pallid hair male cry in his arms.

Malik sunk down in front of the door in tears. "What the hell are you doing?" Malik glanced up to see a silhouetted figure draped in black robes staring down at him with a glint in his eye from the street lamps. Malik came to realize that it was Mariku who had come upon him in this weak state.

"What are you doing out here…?" Malik wiped his tears on his sleeve and sat up a bit further against the door.

"To put it plainly, I was bored as hell and I needed something to do." Mariku for once in his life, honestly said to his hikari. "Now, what the hell are you doing in front of this house?" He questioned his hikari. It was obvious by now that Mariku either didn't know who's house this was or he had forgotten all together who it was that lived here.

Mariku waited impatiently for an answer that Malik was not about to give. Maybe it was best that he said nothing at all and just let life go on with or without Ryou. Mariku delivered a swift kick to his hikari's lower back causing him to cry out just the slightest.

"You know what? I am in a foul mood at the moment and you aren't making things any better. Now, get your ass off of the ground and lets go." Mariku said angrily to his Light.

Malik laid there in protest and refused to move from that spot. He still had tears in his eyes, half from pain and the other from seeing Ryou. Mariku delivered a second blow to his hikari who again cried out.

From upstairs, Ryou would have sworn he had heard something, but Bakura only told him that he was hearing things. "Why did I have to see him…why…?" Ryou whispered to himself and continued to sob.

Bakura wished he had known what Ryou was going on about, but the link between them was shut off keeping him out of Ryou's thoughts. All he could do was hold Ryou and assure him that things would be better tomorrow.

"Stupid fuck! Do you like getting your ass kicked?" Mariku raged at his hikari who was laying, hurt and still heavy with tears. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is but you had better spit it out before I kick the shit out of you further!" He screamed fitfully.

He stopped and thought for a moment. He stared at the door and looked even more pissed now that before. "Does it have something to do with the fag who lives here?"

Without giving Malik any time to answer his question, Mariku began banging threateningly and quite loudly on the front door, which was still bolted shut. Bakura heard the ruckus from the first story of the house and went down to see what it was about.

"What the hell do you want?" Mariku heard come out from behind the bolted door. Mariku clenched his fists tightly and glared at the door. "What the hell did you do to make him cry?" Mariku retorted just as angrily and loudly as he smacked his hand against the door.

Bakura jumped back when he heard the crash against the wood and his fist tightened as well. "What the hell did I do? Are you kidding me? Why you--!" Bakura was on the verge of tearing away the door and beating the agressor until he either appologized to Ryou or was no longer even breathing.

Malik clung to Mariku's robes as he begged for Mariku to leave this matter behind and go home. Mariku kicked him off of his robes and again banged his fist against the door. Bakura smashed back on the door. "I did nothing! It is you who should be appologizing and if you don't plan on that, then you had better get the hell off of my property!" He yelled back through the beaten wood.

"I didn't do anything you bastard! You get your ass out here and appologize!" Mariku demanded and pointed to his hikari to make some sort of point to Bakura. Malik was still clinging to Mariku like a parasite, begging for him to stop this foolishness and go home with him.

Bakura was steadily becoming more annoyed than he had been. "Jerk!" Mariku yelled and kicked the door. Bakura ignored him completely and went back upstairs to check on Ryou who was now sleeping near peacefully on his bed with only a few tears lingering on his features.

Mariku was really upset now and wanted the ignorant bastard to appologize to his hikari and at this instant. He walked around the side of the house and started to climb up the side of the house, clinging to each brick as he went steadily up its side. (like spider man!) Malik looked on at him hoping that Mariku would not fall and hurt himself or even kill himself.

"Don't you dare fall, Mariku Ishtar!" Malik called to him from below. Mariku nodded as he fell into an unlit room through its open window. He looked around and couldn't make out more than a dresser, a mirror, and a bed, which all stood out well in the darkness.

The door quickly opened and at the room's entrance stood the tall, figure of a man, the same who had yelled at him through the wood of the door. "You! Appologize now!" Mariku said persistantly.