A/N: Hello people! Thanks for the reviews! Yeah, I can see very few of this kind of Bakura Malik stories are published but at least I'm glad you guys like it! Luckily I have the song of Ogata Megumi and the Yu Yu Hakusho's songs to make me go! Woohoo! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho! Eh:looks at script: Err . . .I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Sorry . . . .:smiles sheepishly:

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Bakura: Tch . . .

Chapter 2: No need a hikari to interfere!

Ryou walks in the living hall, with his hands full of popcorns in each 2 cups on each of his hands. He looks around and sees Bakura plopped on the couch—wearing a mask that seems very familiar to Ryou but never really seen it in a yami.

"If he wants my hikari, he has gotta learn how to accept me as your lover . . ."

Ryou remembered the words Marik said to him; it didn't worried him but it worried him about his yami. How could Marik say that? Has Bakura ever threaten him like that? No, was it a threat in the first place? Or—did Marik really mean it? He walks over the couch and wore a look of brightness for his yami.

Hoped a lot that it help him but as soon as he approach his yami, Bakura was blankly staring at the TV, lost in interest in everything and his thoughts seems to wonder to somewhere out of reality.

"Bakura?" Ryou called his name.

Bakura turn to his hikari and gave a little moan of questioning, Bakura jerk his head up and smiled sheepishly at his hikari, hoping his hikari won't realized his expression earlier but he was all wrong—at the beginning. "Oh hi Ryou! You want a sit?" Bakura asked sheepishly, scooting at the other side welcoming his hikari to sit at the other side. Ryou frowned mentally at his yami's fake smile, not just a smile—but also everything, plus more—his feelings. Ryou thought of it, must be his feelings on Malik that long not gone. He sits down silently, eating his popcorn and handing the 2nd cup to his yami. Bakura took it but regretfully making sure his hikari won't realize something unusual about him. Ryou didn't know about it earlier, he couldn't careless—he didn't know should he know or even care. He tried to erase that feeling—that feeling of sympathy towards Bakura about Malik but it didn't go away.

"So, how are you doing?" Ryou suddenly asked carefully.

Bakura looked at his hikari then turn back to the TV, "I'm fine, yeah always fine."

Ryou didn't gave up his curiosity, he must know and he must let his yami discover that there is someone who care for him and might strangle him if he doesn't tell out his feelings and all that worries him. "Bakura, I know there's something bothering you."

Bakura sighs, "You knew about it."

"I'm your hikari, Bakura! What you mean I knew? Of I course I knew along time ago!" Ryou snorted, throwing some popcorn at Bakura's face. Bakura just rubbed his cheek where the popcorn hit him and snarl lightly.

"Whatever." Bakura said coldly, not taking any caring note about Ryou's want-to-strangle-you look on him.

"Bakura, there is—"

"Even if there is what do you care!"

"Because I care!"

Ryou shouted at him, first was Bakura stood up, glaring daggers at him. Then Ryou came 2nd, his eyes shining sharply on his. It's not really like this is not the ordinary Ryou, but this is a show of his concern—in a very crude way.

"Bakura, I care about you! As a yami and as a friend, I want to know what bothered you so much!" Ryou shouted carefully, keeping his voice down. "I'm fine for your concern!" Bakura snapped furiously.

"Bakura, please!" Ryou shouted to him, Bakura was already walking his heavy footsteps on the stairs. Not wanting to hear another word Ryou is giving to him. "Bakura!" Ryou shouted once again.

"Do you wanna really know what's my problem! I think that I'm a yami and I can't and don't deserve love! I love Malik with all my heart but his damn yami came and ruined it! So since Malik's yami had interfere our relationship, I don't need YOU to interfere either!" Bakura shouted crudely and walk up to his room.

BANG!

Ryou can hear the big banging that his yami made to the door. He sighs sadly and plop down the couch carelessly. He doesn't know what else to do with his yami he tried to help but what other ways can work? He may have to wait a future result then . . .

A/N: So? Please review!