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ACK! My wonderful world is collapsing! All my freedom and happiness gone! I am now trapped in an endless doomed cycle of horrible nightmarish TORTURE! In other words: I have just survived my first week of school. (dies) and I've been to tired and busy with homework after school that I haven't written ANYTHING! ARG! (cries) I miss summer…

I have confession to make. Malik was originally not in this story. (gasp) And then I was like, WHAT! NO MALIK! Am I insane? So I put him in and… now I'm like, NOOOOOO! POOR MALIK! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU! (cries) I never planned on the Malik-Bakura-Ryou triangle. IT JUST HAPPENED! I mean who could NOT fall for Ryou, I mean seriously.

WARNING! THIS IS SHOUNENAI! Shounen meaning "boy" and ai meaning "love", so its like "Boy Love" but their all men so its kinda like YAOI which is HOT GRAPHIC GAY MAN SEX! But I don't go that graphic, think of it sorta in between-ish.

This is rate PG-13 or T or whatever they're calling it now. There's some sexual stuff, blood, some mild violence, crazy gay people and bad language.

I do not own Yugioh, I just have the almost complete collection of Japanese manga, none of which I can read. (sadness)

This chapter is brought to you by: Sandwiches. What is it with all these sandwiches? They just appear whenever I write about food! WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND SANDWICHES ANYWAY! I don't even like sandwiches! (is distracted) Hey there are bandages in this chapter!

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Chyaputa 13: You Never Knew Me Before

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Bakura was sitting on Ryou's bed with his shirt off while Ryou applied ointment and bandages to the cuts all over his back.

"We can go out and get you some food after this," Ryou suggested. Bakura didn't answer and continued to scowl at the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" Bakura growled after a while.

"What do you mean?" Ryou asked. Bakura turned sharply around and glared at Ryou.

"Why are you helping me?" Bakura asked forcefully. Ryou stubbornly kept his eyes on Bakura's back and tried to continue cleaning. "Answer me!" Bakura demanded harshly grabbing Ryou's hand to stop his movements.

"Why shouldn't I?" Ryou asked calmly.

"I controlled you, destroyed your life," Bakura reminded nastily, hand tightening slightly on Ryou's wrist. "Why are you doing this?" Ryou remained unmoved.

"Maybe you did," Ryou said, voice blank, looking down at the bed covers. "You tried to kill my friends but everything turned out okay." Bakura snorted.

"For you," he spat.

"I need to finish your back," Ryou said softly, motioning him to turn around. Bakura scowled again.

"You never answered my question," Bakura spat, not moving.

"You're hurt. Isn't that enough?" Ryou asked, still not looking Bakura in the eye. Bakura didn't move, glaring knives at his lighter half.

"You've changed," Bakura observed. Ryou looked up into his cold dark eyes. Bakura could see some painful shinning hurt in his large brown eyes.

"It's been 7 years," Ryou said.

"In hell, it's been an eternity," Bakura hissed.

"You never knew me before," Ryou said looking away again. Bakura's brow twitched.

"Never knew you?" Bakura repeated harshly, dark eyes narrowing.

'All those hours watching you sleep,' Bakura thought. 'Watching dreams float passed your mind, those weren't enough…' Bakura reached out a hand to Ryou's face, lifting it up so he could see those soft brown eyes again. The hurt was still shinning there.

"Why are you doing this?" Bakura repeated firmly, dark eyes intense. "You weren't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to see you ever again. Why are you here?" he questioned.

"I don't want you to die," Ryou said truthfully. "Is that so wrong?"

"I am dead," Bakura said coldly. "You're a little late." He leaned forward, taking the extra bandages and ointment out of Ryou's hands and threw them carelessly onto the floor, eyes never looking away, locked on Ryou's own. Bakura moved closer. Ryou remained still, fear crawling up his spine.

Bakura covered the last foot in a flash, meeting Ryou mouth already slightly parted. Bakura entered without hesitation and with surprising speed. Ryou's body tensed, shocked for a brief moment and then slowly relaxed as he got lost in Bakura's touch. Ryou slid his tongue over Bakura's, grabbing his shoulder for support. Bakura opened his mouth wider with eagerness; it felt like he was trying to swallow Ryou whole.

It was different than with Malik. Bakura had a growing fierce hunger behind his force; his whole body moved behind his kisses. Ryou tried to equal his hunger but it seemed impossible, Bakura had control of each movement no matter how hard Ryou tried.

Bakura leaned farther in; Ryou tilted backward falling back on the bed. Bakura pulled himself on top and start biting and kissing Ryou's neck. Ryou's hands traveled over Bakura's bare chest and back and then suddenly with a short intake of breath his hands retracted.

"What?" Bakura questioned harshly, wondering why Ryou had stopped.

"I can feel your ribs," Ryou said shakily. Bakura rolled his eyes.

"So, I didn't eat for a while, who cares," Bakura snarled, irritated that they had stopped for such a stupid reason. Ryou looked away and made no move to continue.

"I don't want you to be sick," Ryou said bluntly.

"Can we continue please?" Bakura said rudely, leaning down to Ryou's neck again.

"Will you get better?" Ryou asked, looking back at him. Bakura groaned in frustration and leaned over Ryou's worried face.

"I'll get better," Bakura promised reluctantly. Ryou kissed Bakura's lips again. Bakura kissed him back as his hand traveled down Ryou's chest to find the end of shirt. He pulled it up, revealing Ryou's soft stomach. Bakura moved down and kissed it, his hands traveling up and down Ryou's sides. Ryou leaned back into the bed, back arching, gasping. Bakura moved back on top and began to kiss Ryou furiously, both their lips blistering, both trying to get their tongues to taste as much as the other as they could, fighting to get deeper and deeper into each other's mouths. Bakura's hand slid further down, slipped passed Ryou's jeans and grasped Ryou's smooth thigh.

There was the scrape of a key. Ryou grabbed the arm that was down his pants fearfully, staring at the door.

'Malik!' Ryou thought panicked.

The door was flung open.

"Hello!" Malik greeted cheerfully, arms full of brown grocery bags. But as his violet eyes fell upon Ryou and Bakura on the bed his happiness faded. Bakura was still on top of Ryou; Ryou had barely managed to remove Bakura's arm from inside his jeans before Malik entered. Malik's eyes widened at the scene in front of him, stunned and speechless. Ryou pulled himself out from under Bakura and stood up.

"Ah, where have you been?" Ryou questioned casually, voice squeaking in panic. Bakura was still lying on the bed, glaring ferociously at Malik.

"I…" Malik tried to find his voice, face was drained of its usual rich copper color. "I-I thought you guys might be hungry so I got some food…" He looked away from Ryou and Bakura, placing the food down on the table. "There was a long line, that's why I was late…"

"Well, it's a good thing you came, I am so hungry!" Ryou said smiling awkwardly at the both them. "Aren't you, Bakura?"

"Not really," Bakura spat, extremely bad tempered.

"Well, I'm really hungry," Ryou said, too loudly, not looking at either of the other two people in the room. He rushed over to the piles of food Malik had put on the table. "Oh, you got sandwiches! I love sandwiches!"

"Ryou," Malik said emotionlessly. "Its okay, I understand." He looked forcefully at the wall over to his left. "Now that Bakura's here we don't have enough room for everyone. Why don't you and Bakura stay in this room and I'll get another." Malik reached for the door, face in shadows.

"No Malik, its okay! You don't have to leave!" Ryou protested.

"Yes, he does," Bakura argued bitterly.

"Bakura!" Ryou exclaimed turning back to his darker half. Malik's face cringed and he opened the door and stepped out of it.

"Sorry for interrupting," Malik said coolly. "I'll see you guys later, enjoy the food," the Egyptian said and fled out into the hallway.

"Malik, no! Come back!" Ryou cried running out into the hall after him. He caught up to Malik and grabbed his arm making him stop. "You don't have to do this!"

"And what if I don't!" Malik said angrily, spinning around looking right into Ryou's pale face. "What will it be? You and that thief sharing a bed while I sleep on the other side of the room? Sorry Ryou, I'm not comfortable with that!" Malik cried and torn his arm out of Ryou's grip.

"No, Malik, its not like that…" Ryou pleaded.

"I know that you love him, Ryou, but don't let that blind you to his intentions! I don't want…" His voice cracked. "I don't want you to get hurt…"

"Malik…" Ryou whispered. Malik turned away.

"This is for the best," Malik insisted and started walking away. "Be careful." Ryou looked guiltily at the ground eyes burning. He walked slowly back to the room. He entered and saw Bakura still lying across the bed, frowning in irritation.

"Is he gone?" he snapped. Ryou nodded slowly. "Good," Bakura snapped harshly. Ryou felt a sharp pain in his swollen gut.

"Why do you have to be so mean to Malik?" Ryou accused. "He's not a bad person anymore. He's really nice and kind and he's trying really hard to get back to the place he was before the Ghouls. He helped me after high school when I had nowhere to go, no direction at all. He helped me through my depression and through the whole gay thing…" Ryou rambled on nervously, looking at the floor. Bakura's scowl deepened. "He was only trying to help! Why'd you have to shut him out like that?"

Bakura's eye twitched.

"What? Are you sleeping with him or something?" Bakura questioned rudely.

Ryou's face went pale.

"You…" Ryou mumbled in the aftershock of his words. "You…" He put a trembling hand over his eyes. "W-what did you say?"

"Well, you sound so convinced that Malik has changed," Bakura drawled nastily, dangerously sharp eyes penetrating Ryou's skull. "You must have some motive for saying such nice things about him."

"Well, of course." Ryou's face turned bright red, his whole body shaking in anger. "Cause the only way that someone can say something nice about the other person is if they're sleeping together, right?" Ryou snapped heatedly, his normally soft brown eyes glaring angrily at his darker half. "No, two gays can't be friends! No! They have to sleep with each other because obviously that all everyone does, right? Sex! All the time! Sex, sex, SEX!" Ryou screamed, arms gesturing wildly around his head, anger and frustration binding up in his brain.

Bakura gave Ryou a few beats to collect himself, still glaring suspiciously at his lighter half.

"So… are you sleeping with him?" Bakura asked again.

"No!" Ryou screamed.

"Well, you could have just said so," Bakura snapped irritably.

"I can't believe this," Ryou rumbled, voice rising into a strained high-pitched tone. "I can't believe this from you! I thought you of all people would understand!"

"Understand what?" Bakura snarled.

"You hung out with Malik a lot during Battle City and nothing happened between you two there!" Ryou explained.

"That doesn't mean Malik didn't try…" Bakura growled.

"Well, Malik's not like that anymore!" Ryou cried angrily, face still red, ears pounding. Bakura glared at him even more sharply.

"Are you in love with him?" Bakura accused darkly.

"NO! Why would you even suggest that!" Ryou exclaimed, his anger almost reaching its limit.

"Malik must have done something to you," Bakura accused curtly. "To make you say these things."

"He hasn't done anything to me!" Ryou shrieked, throwing his arms over his head again. "We're just friends! Is that so hard to comprehend!"

"Why do you have to keep yelling?" Bakura drawled. "You're hurting my ears." Ryou's mouth hung open in disbelief. He gaped for a second then finally closed it.

"I can't believe you," Ryou said harshly. He shook his head violently, white bangs falling down in front of his face. "I can't believe after all this time… you still don't get it, do you?" Ryou's hands were still shaking but the color in his face had almost returned to its normal pale state. "I can't believe I still…" Ryou broke off, swallowing the rest of his unsaid words. Bakura lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "After all that time. All those hours I prayed for you… I can't believe this!" Ryou turned fiercely toward the door.

Something in Bakura's mind clicked into place.

'Prayed…? For me…?'

"You prayed…" Bakura said in cold shock, suddenly sitting up on the bed. "You were the one you prayed for the salvation of my soul?" Bakura's voice rose in urgency and he jumped up from the bed but Ryou had opened the door and was already halfway outside.

"I need to get out," Ryou snapped harshly, not looking at Bakura at all.

"Wait!" Bakura cried but the door was slammed loudly in his face. The retired thief could hear angry stomping footsteps walking away from his door.

A cold empty dread filled his chest. It had been Ryou. Ryou had been the one who had trapped him in this hell, in this living human shell. Was it his fault Bakura was dying?

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You know, I never realized this before but this is the only chapter that is entire one scene. Wow.

I love this chapter! Not cause good things happen in it but because I love reading it! RYOUXBAKURA ANGSTINESS! YAY!

Heehee, Bakura's a jerk, Ryou's pissed, and Malik's alone. HOW WILL ANY OF THEM BE HAPPY! WHO KNOWS! I certainly don't.

Next chapter: Ryou's angry and hurt so he goes and does something very, very stupid. Malik gets pissed and he and Bakura have a little talk. (doom music)

And what have Yugi and Atemu been doing during this chapter? Let's just say they've been quite… busy… with each other. (cough, cough).

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