((Ryou's POV))

This was so strange. Bakura…was actually helping me. I didn't have a problem with it. I liked it. Was he changing? I hope he was. Maybe now…we could start over and—

I winched. This cut on my arm was pretty deep. I'm so glad Bakura's treating it. He has such a soft touch. I yawned loudly making him turn to look at me. I blushed.

"Excuse me." I've never yawned so loud. It was actually pretty rude. I giggled. I wanted to put my head on his shoulder. Only problem was, has he fully changed before I allowed myself to take this step? Should I be cautious?

I don't care. I hesitantly put my head on his shoulder and snuggled it there while he cleaned my wound. He was so comfortable. I noticed he rubbed his neck a couple of times.

I guess when I breathed on his neck it tickled him.

((Bakura's POV))

What…what was Ryou doing? Just because…I'm cleaning his wound doesn't mean he can get frisky with me. Even though the thought of having his head on my shoulder made me feel good.

I'm dying to ask him if he loves me. I'm afraid though. What if he doesn't? What if I'm just wasting my time and I'm just helping him because I think he loves me?

If I'm doing this shit for my health I'll be so pissed! But I…I can't seem to get pissed at him anymore. I've changed a lot ever since that day when I stabbed him. I…I admit I went a bit overboard.

What had gotten into me? I always settled my fights with my fists and the only time I used my knife was to kill. I didn't want to kill Ryou even when I…didn't love him.

I can't keep holding this in. I confess. I used to care about Ryou and always kind of held back when I struck him. I was afraid I might slip one day and lose him forever.

I shook my head of those thoughts. That's over now. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and I stopped cleaning his arm. Ryou was getting over the line.

I pushed him away and glared at him.

((Ryou's POV))

Uh-oh. Stupid Ryou. Stupid! Why did you have to go and put your arm around him? Oh, I just couldn't hold it. I really love him. I want to hug him and be close to him. I want to feel his heat and feel snuggled.

He was finished with my arm. He did a good job. I stared at my arm for a couple of minutes and then at him. His face said, "I'm so tough no one mess with me", but his eyes say, "I'm a lost little boy that needs love."

I want to give you that love Bakura.

"T-thank you Bakura. I really appreciate you helping me." I said. I wanted to give him a kiss. I moved closer to him and he got up from the bed. No. Come back.

He left through the door without saying your welcome. I…I wish he loved me. I'm too afraid to express myself.

Why can't I just say, "I love you Bakura?" I sighed.

((Bakura's POV))

I think I'm just wasting my time. Ryou would never fall for a creep like me. He could fall for someone who was better than me. Even though I didn't want him too. I wanted Ryou. I wanted Ryou and me to have something special.

Not friendship special. He'd never accept to that though. It'll be hard to get over this. Ryou lives with me. I've known him for a while now.

Why can't I just say, "I love you Ryou?" I sighed and slammed my fist in my pillow.

I wish he would come up here. I'd maybe…slip him a kiss. He doesn't look like he's ready for that. But I'll make him.

((Ryou's POV))

It was quiet in my room. I missed Bakura's presence. Now that I know I love Bakura, what if he doesn't love me back is the question that's still bothering me.

What if he's only helping me so that I can feel comfortable around him and he can get me there and abuse me?

I'll keep my distance for now. Just to make sure. I started feeling sleepy. Bakura caressing my arm must have tired me out. How I wish he were here. I wanted his warmth not this stupid blankets.

I held the blanket closely. Tomorrow would be Sunday. I sighed. Sunday school for 5 hours. Great. At least I got to be with Bakura.

I blushed and closed my eyes to sleep.

((Bakura's POV))

I'm a little suspicious about this whole loving Ryou thing. I mean…Ryou's the first person I've ever truly loved. What…what if he does something to hurt me?

I'll just hurt him back. I smirked. We'll see how things go tomorrow at Sunday school. I pulled off my shirt and jumped into bed folding my arms behind my head.

12:00. I turned to my side and caught sight of my pocketknife. I closed my eyes quickly to forget the memories. They came flashing back to me quickly. No! No! I'm not gonna hurt Ryou again. He means too much to me for me to lose him.

I threw the pillow on my head and fell asleep from there. I finally slept peaceful, but I woke up early as hell.

I heard someone in the kitchen. Ryou was up? I walked silently downstairs and saw Ryou looking quickly through the cabinets.

I walked up to him and frightened him when I put my hand on his shoulder. I moved closer to him. I don't think he noticed.

"What are you looking for?" His face looked so smooth. He licked his lips making me want to kiss him more. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I just—

((Ryou's POV))

Bakura's looking at me with a weird face. Did he sleep ok? I saw him lick his lips. I bit mine. He looked so…so kissable. I just wanted to kiss him. I saw him moving closer to me.

Did he think I didn't notice this? Keep on coming Bakura plenty of space for you here.

He put a hand on my waist and I tingled. I should get ready. Boy, I sound desperate. But this may be my only chance. We're finally going to kiss.

I'll finally get to kiss those delectably large and juicy lips of his. Wow…lots of adjectives.

I inched closer to him filling in the gap between us making us incapable of moving.

"Move Ryou, I need to get a cup to get something to drink." My jaw dropped. I thought…he was going to kiss me…and teach me more with just our mouths.

Damn! I moved out of the way. He reached for a glass and poured himself some apple juice. The fucking concentrated type. I sighed. Confusing concept.

"So what's for breakfast?" He sipped his drink. That drink was so lucky. So was the cup. Being able to touch his lips. I sighed.

"I don't know. What would you like?" Would you like some Ryou lips with your fries and eggs?

He shrugged. So indecisive.

"Bagel?" I suggested. He nodded.

I put the bagel in the toaster. I wonder if he's looking at me. I started daydreaming about getting lost in Bakura's kiss and awoke when I smelled burnt bagel.

I grabbed a towel and fanned the air pulling out Bakura's black bagels.

"I'll eat it like this." He chuckled. I stopped him. That wasn't healthy for his lips—I-I mean his body.

I made him a fresh batch excluding the daydream and watched him eat in secret.

((Bakura's POV))

Ryou constantly keeps looking at me. Mmm. This bagel's really good. It makes me wish for Ryou's blood. No! No! Bakura get a hold of yourself. You're over with that! No more blood fantasies!

Ugh, what if I can't get over it? What if I hurt Ryou again? I'll send him away I know I will. He'll never trust me again. Not that he trusts me now. I sighed. I put down my bagel and stared at it.

I hope Ryou didn't notice the way I was acting. I hate telling him what's wrong with me. I glanced at him. He wasn't looking at me. He was putting the dishes away.

I'm going to get ready for school now. This sucks. I spend half my life in school. I only get one day of relaxation. It's also the day I get to be with Ryou the most. I got up quietly without him noticing and ran to my room to get ready.

What to wear? What to wear? I want to wear something that says, "I'm tough". Black and red hmm. Basically all I have. I want something that makes…Ryou notice me. I picked out whatever and went downstairs. Ryou was now cleaning dishes.

He's so hardworking. He never stops. I wish he would stop and pay attention to me sometimes.

((Ryou's POV))

Bakura changed? I thought he was sitting eating his bagel. Someone's looking good. Black suits him well.

"Nice…clothes." I complimented him? Let's see his reaction. I blushed I knew I did. My cheeks felt hot.

He didn't say anything and only stared at me. Why does he stare at me? I wonder if I have something on my face. I wiped my upper lip to see if I maybe had a milk mustache.

Nothing. He was staring at me like I was the only thing to be stared at. I didn't mind him staring at me. He started walking towards me. His walk always sent chills up my spine.

He put me aside to grab a cup from the cabinet. I have to burn those cabinets. They're stealing him from me! A strong smell came to my nose and I knew it was his perfume.

He always picks out the best smelling perfume. He must have noticed I smelled him because I was sniffing pretty loud.

"What are you sniffing?" He gave me a look of confusion.

I was sniffing you. You smell so good let me grab you and sniff you! I giggled and blushed.

"You're wearing perfume and…it smells good." Why couldn't I stop blushing? Stop blushing Ryou! He must think I'm holding in my breath every two seconds.

"Well, can you sniff a bit softer it's making me uncomfortable?" I made…Bakura feel uncomfortable. No. I sighed.

"Sorry." I put my head down blushing furiously this time.

Not a great way to start. I was going more towards the kissing part, but I doubt that will ever happen. I walked away embarrassed and went to go put some clothes on for school.

((Bakura's POV))

Why the hell was Ryou sniffing me? There's plenty other stuff he could do to me that's not sniffing. There's hugging, kissing, talking. I've noticed we only say a few things to each other. We've never gone into a full conversation.

Ryou better hurry we're going to be late for school. There was a knock at the door. A visitor? Who the hell would come over here?

I opened the door only to see that idiot Marik.

"Hiya." He said happily. I shuddered. Hiya? What happened to hello? Hiya is too perky for me.

I said nothing and glared at him.

"Tough crowd aren't'cha? Is Ryou home I wanna walk to school with him." Hello! I'm walking to school with him! I growled at him angrily.

Ryou came out of his room slipping on his peach colored jacket.

Marik ran inside pushing me out of the way and dropping me on the floor. I wasn't expecting that.

"Bakura are you ok?" Ryou walked up to me and stuck his hand out to help me up. He has small hands. Should I grab it? Marik's here so I don't want him to think anything.

I slapped Ryou's hand out of my face and stood up. Had he sighed? Marik was staring at me.

"What?" I asked angrily. Hate this kid with a passion.

"He was trying to help you. Why did you slap him?" Because I felt like it you stupid idiot. Ugh! This annoying bitch! I want to kill him!

"I slapped him because I don't need his help." I said brushing myself off. And I don't. I may like Ryou, but I don't need his help. I haven't sunk so low as to get help from mortals.

Ryou was staring at me sadly. Why was he staring at me like that? Stop staring at me like that! Stop!

I glared at him changing his facial expression. That's more like it.

((Ryou's POV))

Damn that was a hard glare. This is exactly what I was talking about. He doesn't like me. I'm so stupid. Don't cry Ryou. When you cry that means you give up! I started tearing and pretended to yawn so if could seem like yawning tears.

Bakura didn't buy it I know it. He walked up to me and I moved back from him. Why was I moving back I wanted him as close to me as possible? Was I afraid of him again?

He grabbed my arm and brought me closer to his face. He whispered in my ear.

"Stop crying! I don't want this idiot to see you crying." He let go of my arm. It hurt now. He grabbed me too hard.

I rubbed my arm and kept my distance from him now while we were on the street.

I noticed Marik had noticed my cuts on my arm. He stopped me from walking.

"Ryou what happened to your arms?" What do I say? I'll never sell out Bakura. He'd hate me…more that what he already did.

"It's nothing I scraped my arms. That's all." I was breathing nervously. I felt like puking.

Marik looked at me in confusion. I smiled weakly at him.

Marik ran up to Bakura and from where I was standing it looked like they were talking. Bakura gave Marik a rough push.

"Get the hell away from me you little idiot! I don't like Ryou nor love him! Get that question out of your mind!" Bakura screamed. I felt my heart stop. Had I stopped breathing too?

I wanted to fall and start crying at how stupid I was as to think Bakura would actually love me. I just sniffed and helped Marik from the floor.

((Bakura's POV))

Yea right, I'm not gonna tell Marik…I love Ryou. I…don't want Ryou to find out either. If Ryou did love me he would've done something to show me by now. It's all just a trick.

I wish it wasn't though. But I have to get over it. I scowled. I'm so angry. I want to hit someone and relieve my pain.

We had reached that wretched school building where we would learn math and shit like that. I don't know what Ryou found interesting about it.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He looked sad. Why was he sad? Marik was talking to him. Marik was probably making him feel bad or telling him something.

I entered before them closing the door behind them rudely. I've never been nice and I'm not starting now. I walked by some trouble making looking kids. Looking for trouble. I growled when they left.

I heard laughing and papers falling and turned around to see them picking on Ryou and pulling his hair. No one mess with Ryou except me. I walked up to them and gave them the beating of their life sending them away.

"Thank you." Ryou said smiling at me and grabbing his books. That smile…it…it still looked so incomplete. What is he missing? I felt like grabbing his shoulder and pulling him closer to me and asking him what the hell was wrong.

But I'd never ask him what's wrong. It's like I don't care at all. I love him, but why don't I care? Maybe…I don't really love him. Maybe it's…just all in my head. I shook my head making him look at me.

"What?" I asked angrily. I glared at him. He looked scared again, but I don't care! I growled. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting this way? It's because I've always acted this way and it's corrupted my mind. I may not ever be able to change.

I took my seat in English class while Ryou walked Marik to his Biology class. I loved biology class. Dissecting animals was my favorite. Seeing their insides. I smiled widely.

The stupid bitchy English teacher was talking. Damn I hate English. I put my head down and rested my eyes. Resting my eyes is the operative word. I felt someone poke my head.

I opened my eyes. The English teacher was looking right at me.

"Where are your notes?" I lifted my head. Stupid bitch. I want to send her to the shadow realm.

"Here they are." Ryou handed her a paper.

"Good work Mr. Bakura." She walked back to the board dropping a paper on my desk. They were notes. Ryou had his notes. Had he written the notes…for me?

Ryou was smiling and blushing. Oh I wanted to kiss him so bad now. Just drop him off his chair and kiss him hard.

I stopped daydreaming when I saw the teacher writing again. I started writing the remainder of the notes till she gave us free time. I sat there looking at the time coolly. I glanced at Ryou and he was sitting there fidgeting.

I would like to go up to him and talk with him, but no. I didn't.

((Ryou's POV))

20 more minutes. 19 more minutes. Ugh! Hurry up time I'm tired of sitting here bored. I looked at Bakura. He looked so…mmm I don't even know what to call him. There's just so many.

I sighed. Get up and talk to him! Get up and talk to him! I wanted to…but I'm afraid again. He still seems mean. I don't want to get hurt anymore. I stared at him.

His white hair was so white and soft looking. Nice and shiny. Perfect. I looked at his face. So smooth looking. Perfect. I looked at his lips. Those had to have been my most favorite part of his face. They were so big and wet. Perfect.

I felt myself get up. What? What am I doing? I took a seat next to Bakura. I didn't do this! He stared at me. I looked at his lips. Kiss him. Kiss him. I felt myself moving closer to him.

He looked at me strangely and moved away from me. No come back. I need you. I need you so much, so bad! I grabbed his hand. What was I doing? I blushed, but I didn't let go.

He continued staring at me this time in confusion and anger. I grabbed his other hand. He scowled at me and slapped my face without anyone noticing.

"You touch me again or pull that stunt you just did and in public, I will hurt you even worse than I did before I—

Why did he stop? Either way…it wouldn't matter. He…he hates me. I sniffed.

"Bakura…I'm sorry I touched you. I won't do It again I promise." I closed my eyes and shed a tear. I have no reason…no reason to love you if you…if you don't love m-me.

I got up and moved back to my seat. Bakura is just Bakura now. I don't love him…nor hate him.

((Bakura's POV))

That felt good. Screaming and scolding. Slapping. I missed this. My life would be incomplete without it. I saw a water drop on the table. Ryou…

He cried? Why does he cry so much now? Even for the smallest things. I sighed. I want him to know, but there is no reason to love him…if he doesn't love me back.

And if he does love me, there's no way for me to know. He's not giving me messages. Not through words, expressions or body language. He's just…solid.

Ryou is just Ryou now. I don't love him…nor hate him. I don't know how this will all be at the end, but for starters…I hope I get a sign soon.

More coming! That's for sure! . R&R please. I hope you're liking this story! Sorry for taking so long on posting this, but I'm pretty much gonna do this with all my chapters. I want people to read small chapters at a time and not have to retain so much. It's basically so people can catch up and not have to torture themselves reading 10/11 pages of writing for every chapter. See how nice I am? You dudes better read I've got like 6 chapters already held back .>