"You what?!"

"I just told you Ryou. I'm a whore. There, I said it, now will you stop torturing me? Ishizo's already shouted her head off at me and disowned me."

"Well, you've finally shown your true colours then. I'm surprised you'd turn like this though. You really that desperate?" Bakura said, watching his hikari's friend carefully and smirking from his place behind the smaller albino.

"I still can't believe you've thrown your life away like that though Malik! I thought you knew about the trade, I never thought you would be so stupid, that you would stoop so low." Ryou said, disappointment shining in his eyes.

"Come on Ryou. Let's get home. It's getting late and I thought you had homework that needed doing or something." Bakura said carefully to his light, getting up and heading for the door, seeing Ryou through before turning to Malik.

"You seriously serious about this?"

"Haven't got a choice now have I?"

"Who deals for you then?"

"Huh?"

"Who's your boss?"

"Marik. They guy I was messing with in the club night before last."

"Your 'look alike'?"

"Yeah. Why?" Malik frowned, why was Bakura so interested?

"Do you have a number for him or some other contact details?"

"He owns that club I met him in. Why do you want to know Bakura?" Malik insisted, frowning at his friend. Was the spirit interested in him or something? But he couldn't be! He was in a relationship with his hikari!

"You don't have a phone number?"

"It's under auto-dial 1 on the phone. Bakura! Tell me why you want to know!"

"I want to talk to him is all. He's a trader, right?"

"Yeah, sort of... but Bakura!"

"Shut up! Whore." Bakura smirked, making Malik glare at him, but the Egyptian made no move to stop the other as he picked up the phone and pressed for the auto-dial.

"Hello. Marik speaking."

"Hey. You're a slave dealer right?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Bakura."

"Never heard of him. Now I'm about to hang up."

"Give it here Bakura. Let me speak to him." Malik sighed, holding his hand out for the phone.

"Hey, it's Malik."

"Malik? Why? Who?"

"That's Bakura. He's a mate of mine. He wanted you number for some reason."

"So he's not an official?"

"No." Malik giggled.

"Did he sound like one?!" The Egyptian finished, still giggling.

"You can't be too careful. Tell him to hang round yours for a bit and I'll be round in a sec to talk to him. So far you're doing free-lance tonight as far as I know. Meaning you do what you want as long as you get the cash."

"Ok, I'll tell him, and thanks." And with that Malik hung up.

"Marik said to hang round here and he'll be over to talk to you. What about Ryou?"

"He'll have gone home without me. He's only doing homework! He doesn't need me hanging over his shoulder all the time, and I don't need him around me constantly." Bakura stated, glaring lightly.

"Geez! Don't get so annoyed!"

"Am I interrupting something Malik?" Marik said as he stood in the open doorway.

"Where do you stay that you can get here so quick?!" Malik exclaimed

"Just down the hall on the next floor." Marik grinned, turning to the only other person in the room.

"So you're Bakura. You gave me a scare you know! I thought you were from the government or police or summit. I'm Marik. You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah. Quit the niceties, I've got some business for you."

"Business?" Malik said, wondering what the tomb robber was up to now.

"Shut up you."

Marik glared.

"This better be good business. I don't appreciate my slaves being manhandled outside of their work."

"I have someone you might be interested in."

"Go on." Marik said, now listening intently. He needed new slaves; most of his old ones were losing their touch.

"He's small, angelic, a total virgin. Hair might be a bit long though."

Malik stared. Was Bakura talking about his hikari?! Was he talking about Ryou?!

"Bakura! You can't sell Ryou!" The young Egyptian exclaimed

"Why not? I don't need him to live now; he's a do-gooder who gets in my way. Anyway," He said turning back to Marik,

"Yes or no?"

"He's a virgin you say?"

"Yeah."

"I can't take virgins for work."

"Easily sorted." Bakura snorted,

"I would usually deal with them myself you know. But, I think Malik..."

"No!" Said boy shouted instantly, shaking his head,

"I refuse to take Ryou just because his sick, heartless yami wants rid of him!"

Bakura glared. Sure, what Malik said was true, but still, no one could say that to him! Marik saw the way the conversation was heading, and quickly said,

"Fine then. I've got five minutes free tonight I can deal with him."

Malik thought. Five minutes? That wasn't time to even prepare a virgin properly... Ryou would be hurt enough emotionally without having Marik do him over without the proper preparations.

"You win." He sighed dejectedly.

"I'll do it, but don't expect me to do him over quickly and then just go work and leave him."

Marik smirked.

"Malik, you realise I've known you not even a normal working week and I already know how to get you to do exactly what I want."

Malik nodded, keeping his head down.

"Well, Bakura. I just want to see him, then we'll negotiate a price. The rest I'll leave up to Malik." Marik said, now in a crisp manor, like he was especially pleased at just sealing the deal. Bakura nodded, and the two left the apartment, heading to Ryou's house, no regard for the fact they were very shortly going to ruin his life, and Malik would be a part of the whole thing, which hurt. It hurt to know that he would have to take the little albino's virginity, and the small boy wouldn't have a say in it.