Hello all of you wonderful reviewers…or whoever is left. Thanks for your reviews; at least some of you aren't lazy. I guess the story got a bit boring or something…I only get some reviews now, but its better than nothing at all I guess.

Mariku had settled on the ground near a building and was looking up at the crescent moon that loomed in the navy sky of the night to accompany the stars. He felt so at peace at the moment, but this feeling was not meant to linger.

It was then, that the pallid haired robber had walked past him at a slow pace, casually glancing over at him as he went. "It's you again," Mariku growled. Bakura stopped and peered back at him. "Look, I don't want to have anything to do with you, so let me just go on my way and we'll leave it at that." The taller yami said in an exhausted tone.

"I don't think so." Mariku replied and gained height against Bakura but notably shorter still.

Bakura rolled his eyes and slipped his hands into the pockets of his trench coat. "You are exactly like someone I once knew," he said with a hint of laughter in his tone. He started off again, but found himself held back by the robbed figure's strong grip on his arm. "Don't you dare try to sluff this off." Mariku said in an annoyed tone.

"At the moment I don't care to deal with you or anything," Bakura pulled his arm free of the strong grip and rubbed the area lightly. "And I don't want to get into any fights anyways." He finished.

"No, I want to settle our little score right here and right now." Mariku persisted to pester the other.

"Why not just leave me alone and get on with your life, huh?" Bakura tried to persuade. Mariku tightened his fists and began to shake as he lowered his hooded head a bit. "Because you made me look like a fool and that is unforgivable. No one makes me into a fool, no one."

Bakura began to laugh at Mariku. He bent over and placed his hands on his knees to keep standing because he was laughing so hard, doing so intentionally just to piss the tomb keeper off. "You made yourself out to be a fool, you took the empty wallet. All I did was tell you that it was empty, making it out to be your fault and not mine." Bakura's laughter refused to cease, but he stopped himself just so as not to kill himself from laughter. Still, it was all too funny in his eyes.

"You should have kept your damn mouth closed while you at least had the chance, maybe then I would not have tried to get at you." Mariku growled at him to counter his laughter.

"Well, maybe I was protecting myself so that I would not be the fool. So, I say the real was found out this day." Bakura retorted. "Which was you." He said with a finishing touch.

"Fuck you!" Mariku lunged forward at Bakura, unable to control himself any longer. In the extent of his hand was a pure gold dagger lined with jewels that he had pulled out of the sheath hanging from his belt. He tackled Bakura to the ground and tried to put the knife into him, it dangling just above Bakura's chest.

Bakura gripped the hand that had the dagger in it and was trying to force it off of him, but also keep from getting killed by the threatening weapon. "Get off you idiot!" Bakura threw Mariku away from his upper body.

As Mariku was thrown back he took his chance to force the blade into Bakura's left leg. The keeper then let go of the dagger's handle and threw a good punch at Bakura. The tomb robber winced as he pulled the dagger out of his leg and tossed it away so that the other couldn't try that again.

He too threw a good punch and smacked Mariku directly in the nose causing it to bleed ever so slightly. As Bakura tried to get to his knees at least, Mariku crawled up to Bakura and kneed him in the groin to get back at him, but it barely fazed Bakura as the pallid hair focused on biting the other, biting him on the neck.

Mariku felt a wonderful sensation course through his body from the bite in his most vulnerable of places. While Mariku was off guard, Bakura gladly got in another blow to the face knocking Mariku back a few feet on the ground.

Mariku groaned as he pushed himself up off of the ground and was trying to shake of the blow. He glanced a little ways ahead of himself and saw his dagger lying not far from him. He crawled over to it and grabbed it quickly before Bakura could come after him again.

The keeper quickly pivoted on his knee and had the other male by his pallid locks with the blade held tight against his neck, but not enough to make him bleed yet. "Don't make any sudden movements or you will have bigger problems than you already do." Mariku warned as he tried to catch his breath. Bakura was doing the same and was still as he looked for a way out of this predicament so that he could finish the fight and walk away with his life for Ryou's sake.

"I don't care if you kill me or not…I am not afraid to die."

"You are all talk," Mariku replied.

Bakura reached up quickly and thrust the knife out of Mariku's hand and turned to tackle him. They rolled quite a ways and then stopped with Mariku sitting dominantly on top of Bakura with his tightened fist held high over his face.

It was then that Mariku got a true glance at the man he had been fighting with. His fist was lowered as he stared at him in disbelief. "Bakura…?" He whispered. "Is that you…?"

Bakura's exhausted breath was heavy as his chest rose and fell under Mariku's other hand. He was also in pain and his wounded leg was still bleeding. Mariku lightly touched Bakura's features and ran his fingers through his short hair in disbelief. This was not the same man he remembered leaving behind in Japan.

"Don't touch me!" Bakura pushed his hand away angrily. "I-I'm sorry I injured you…." Mariku quickly apologized. "Why don't you just get the hell off of me?"

Mariku completely ignored what he was said and was just thinking of way to show him that he was sorry. He held out his hand over Bakura's leg to heal the wound. Bakura shook around to try and get him off, this only hurting him further. "Damn it, hold still."

Bakura refused to hold still and continued to try and shake him off of his body. Mariku got tired of trying to do it the polite way and roughly grabbed Bakura's leg, causing the robber to cry out as he healed the wound in this manner.

"What the hell is your problem?" Bakura yelled angrily at Mariku. He pushed him off and sat up. He looked down at his leg and saw that it was indeed healed, but that didn't deter his rage towards the other.

"Well, I see you've grown less trusting. I don't blame you." Mariku said and sat up beside Bakura. "So what if I have? Not like it matters, all you want to do is kick my ass anyways." Bakura brushed off his sleeves.

"Beating you into a bloodied pulp was everything…but not anymore. Not now that I know who you are." Mariku said and tipped his head onto his shoulder as he leaned back a bit and stared at Bakura's beauty that was only magnified by the street lamp and the light of the moon.

"Who are you? You seem to know who I am." Bakura inquired and looked in the hooded figure's direction. Mariku crawled a short distance away from him and lowered his head in shame. "I guess this means you've forgotten…" Mariku mumbled and felt tears coming on.

Bakura rolled his eyes and got up to walk over to Mariku. He knelt down in front of him and gave him a calmer look than what he had before. "How could I know if you keep your damn face covered." Mariku reached up to his hood and grasped its edges tightly in both gloved hands. Mariku leaned back on his legs and looked down at the ground. He reached into his hood and wiped away a tear that had escaped him, accidentally of course.

"Remove your cloak, unless you prefer that your identity remain a secret…and if that is so, I don't feel a need to spend anymore time here." Bakura said and leaned back on his legs as well as he waited.

"I want…I want you to unmask me… but make sure you think for a moment before you do…" Mariku whispered through his hood.

"Why is that?" Bakura questioned and held his hand in suspension for a moment.

"Because…this is important…to me at least…" Mariku admitted.

Bakura nodded and reached up slowly, grasping the sides of the hood. Mariku flinched and turned his head to the side and then noticed the new light as his hood was dropped back behind his head. Bakura's eyes widened and Mariku's drew tighter with tears escaping him more quickly than before.

Bakura reached up to his features and touched his cheek softly in disbelief. All of this time, he had had no idea that this was the man hidden beneath the robes of black.

"I'm sorry…" Mariku whispered with his face still lowered and turned to the side away from Bakura.

I shall drop off here for this chapter. You shall have to wait to see what happens between both of them in the next chapter. Cliffhanger….mwahahahaha! Lata!