Yami's koi: I have finally decided to attempt this... an even more devious and conniving chapter to date! Its angsty, too!

Bakura: I think they'll have guessed what's gonna happen. But I'll remain quiet... until you tell my WHY his shirt was lifted!

Yami's koi: give it a rest! You did because it was an examination of his wound, and to help you look for something to help Ryou.

Neutral Man: I still bear the crappiest name to date! So... anyone gotten an idea of how Ryou can suffer?

Bakura: Okay, now YOU'RE gonna get killed! Chases him with rusty knitting needles

Yami's koi: -- Men... so ordinary, and yet so extraordinary. More at the end! Unfurls large banner rooting for Bakura in killing Neutral Man, begins chant

Malik creeps down the stairs almost tentatively, gripping the banister so firmly I'm surprised that the wood hasn't cracked. He had first insisted upon cleaning his blood before confronting his yami, though I had found this quite unnecessary.

'You should keep it there, make him feel even worse,' I had said. He had simply shrugged and replied that there were many ways in which one could emphasise guilt trips.

I still grasp the Millennium Rod in my hand, and I begin to wonder at how I had unleashed its power. Was it at the Gods' bidding that I had produced such ability? Or has it purely made them angry, this fuelling them to punish me further?

Never have I once known an ancient tale involving the Millennium Items where the words 'destined for it' have not appeared. The Items are condemned to one person throughout time, and yet I have drawn out power from one that I have never before touched in my life. One which I am not rightful to own.

But then, it could have just been my anger. Which would satisfy my curiosity usually... but why do I still get the feeling that things aren't going to go quite as smoothly as they have just done? I can sense a dark presence... and it swirls thickly around this place.

Bakura

Its now nearly a quarter past nine. The Pharaoh and his little Yugi will be leaving soon; I can recognise it in the atmosphere, it's becoming too drowsy and lulled by the sticky heat outside to continue working for much longer. Their eyes are beginning to redden with so much reading, and even my eyes are starting to droop in protest. Those words, now long past even vague comprehension, seem to be the perfect tool to calm one into a long, meaningful sleep...

"Bakura!" Yami snaps, waving a hand in front of my face. All he achieves in doing this is pissing me off, and a nerve begins to twitch in my face. I'd just been so close to those dark lands.... And again he'd deprived me of that privilege.

"Me and Yugi are going home now, if that's ok. We'll be back round in the morning at ten am, but you can ring us if you need to. Good eve." He says, almost too abruptly for my liking.

For a moment Yugi lingers whilst his jacket is retrieved from a closet down the hall. He stares into my eyes intently, though that could just be to keep him awake. I return the look, not knowing what else to do. Suddenly he begins to speak:

"If you want one of us to stay and help you read, we can, you know... or if you need us in the night, call me on this number -" He passes me a torn piece of paper with his cell on it, "- And I'll be over. The house phone's too risky to use, and I don't want Yami knowing I might be gone. Try to get at least five hours sleep, Bakura." He adds, giving me his warm, sweet smile. I merely stare back up at him, emotionless on the outside, and yet hopeless in my heart.

"Bye," I mumble, hearing the door shut quietly a few moments later. And now, silence.

Now that they've finally gone, I feel an eerie presence lurking around me. By my involuntary reflexes as a Tomb Raider I whirl around, drawing a long, beautiful blade from inside my jean pocket – but still I find no one. Lowering the dagger, which had claimed many lives of the Guards in Egypt, I sigh heavily.

Things are developing too swiftly for my liking, which states much. The mark on the Pharaoh's stomach, for instance. Why was it that his own held a much larger frame to it, and much darker, bolder colours than Yugi's? But this mark... the Eye of Horus... appearing on him...

Doesn't it seem odd that Ryou's only been dead a mere six hours, and yet a mark suddenly happens to merge itself onto the waist of the Pharaoh and his light? This is no natural occurrence, but something much, much more sinister... and it's those bitches of the Gods who are involved. And it seems that Ra is at the centre of it, purely because he's so holy and wondrous. Tch. More like bored by having no sacrifices or believers to torture for a millennia.

I shake my head. A shower is what I need, something to help me relax and relieve myself from all the stress and trauma of this day. I pause, one foot on the first stair.

In the foundations of reality we all know that will never happen. I mean, a shower is a shower and naught more. It sprays heated water to rid one of impurities and smell, not depression and remembrance.

I pity myself. Even though one of my strongest beliefs is to never feel sorry for one's self, it's on this occasion that I must breach it. After all, who wouldn't feel so despondent after someone you loved so dearly had just died?

Ryou

"What amazes me," I start with a small sigh, "is that you've only just realised that what Marik was doing is wrong. You told me that this crap started since you were a Tomb Keeper, right? At that time you were about seven, you're fifteen now... and it's taken you roughly eight years to realise its wrong?"

Coldly Malik turns to me outside the Living Room where his darkness now sits, a look so deadly I fear that Marik has tricked me. I am terribly taken aback by his look of iciness, though I do not voice it.

"My life, Ryou, whether it be past or present, is none of your damn business." He spits, pushing open the door and striding towards a chair. "I don't want you interfering in this matter when I talk to Marik, you hear? And if you dare shatter the Rod... then I'll kill you."

To assure me just how serious he is being, he produces a long, curved knife from its sheath, cleverly concealed under his jean leg.

I glare at him in fury before busying myself by fiddling with a button on my jacket. There is no realistic explanation why I would want to get kicked out of this place, decrepit and abhorrent though it may be. So for a while now I must hold my tongue. Even if that is so hard to bear, it is something in which I have no choice in doing. Unless I want that tongue to be sliced off, of course.

"Marik," Malik begins, folding his arms and setting his mouth to a constant grimace, "I know you hate me, there's no point in me so absently forgetting that. I don't know why you gave me so much pain for all of these years, but there's one question that I'm in desperate need of answering. Why? What gave you the motivation to inflict upon me, your own hikari and part of your soul, so much suffering?"

Marik flashes me the most seething of looks, before considering how to reply.

"I had no real reason." He states after a long moment of thought, "I had to vent my anger out on someone, right? You're my light, you know how things can get, and it's a part of being linked to comfort the other. So I did take your comfort, even if it was in a way you didn't like. And you, as my light, should be willing to do absolutely anything to offer me solace. Besides, you should be very thankful it wasn't any of your pitiful little friends, or your sister."

"Isis has no part of this," Malik answers in a snap, and behind Marik's eyes I see something flash. Doubtless he is conspiring a plan, and I doubt it will be one of his more lenient ones.

"Really?" He asks airily, "Then she didn't tell you about the rape that happened two years ago?"

Malik freezes then, completely overcome by paralysis and shock. "What rape? What did you do to my sister?"

His darkness releases a haunting howl of laughter. His head throws itself back, wave after wave of laughter relieved of him.

"What did I do? Malik, I just told you about the rape. You brag so much about your ability to deduce reasonable explanations from minutiae. So tell me... what do you think?"

Even through his heavily tanned skin, I see Malik's face pale. To be fair, it had been quite obvious at what Marik was implying. Not even he would be so heartless as to say something that terrible and not mean it... is he?

"You didn't--"

"No, I didn't," Marik agrees, nodding thoughtfully whilst Malik's silence penetrates a nerve deep within, "No, it wasn't me who raped her. It was that bastard who I sent to the Shadow Realm."

Malik opens his mouth wordlessly, gaping tearfully at his yami. Crystals of blackened liquid began to form in the corners of his eyes, and I pity him dreadfully.

"So it is in more than one way in which you must thank me for, Malik," Marik continues, and I predict what he is about to say. I've known he would play this card ever since he began the formation of 'rape.'

"You must thank me for getting your sister away from all that. If it wasn't for me, that abuse would have continued for so long... and you'd probably still be in that shit hole of a cave."

"It wasn't a cave you dumbass, it was a tomb," I state, breaking my long maintained silence. Marik glares at me with a pure look of hatred on his face, and gestures pointedly to the dagger in his light's hand.

"He's right, you know... you are a meddling bastard."

I turn in a startled motion towards the speaker, wordlessly staring back into his lavender eyes. The ones which had just contained tears, now filled with utter hatred and disgust. Rage blares evidently from them, and his mouth sets itself into a snarl.

"You never wanted Marik here, did you?" He asks in a low voice that is tainted with his fractious condition. My own tears form in my eyes, and I shake my head vigorously.

"No! I just think Marik shouldn't -"

"Shouldn't WHAT? He's right... I SHOULD have been offering him comfort, and when I didn't he took it by force. It shouldn't have even had to come to that! It is I who am failing in this bond, Ryou! Thanks to you I nearly made the greatest mistake of my life! Now, GET OUT!"

My eyes widen before I feel a sharp stab in my side. I jerk forwards; doubled over at the pain, until I realise this only impales it further. Marik withdraws his hand from my side, and I see his hikari's blade penetrated inside of me. Blood stains my clothes with its rosy redness in vast amounts. It is all I can do to withdraw the knife and scream in agony as it brushes against some nerves. The aroma of blood engulfs me, and the pain in my side increases when Marik sticks his fingers deep into it.

I scream aloud, wriggling back into my chair to escape him, to no avail. Marik thrusts his fingers into me again, this time digging deeper. When he pulls them back, my blood pours faster now. I clutch my side and make to run, but the nerves touched and the following pain has weakened my entire body.

Then I feel muscled arms warp around my waist, and haul me off the chair. He walks with me, and I hear the opening of the door.

Marik ensures that I land on my injured side, finding pleasure in hearing me cry out.

"There, now you're out on the streets again, you little bastard. Don't you EVER come near my hikari again, or I will finish this job. Now, FUCK OFF!"

For the second time this night, I find the door slammed shut thanks to my presence. A hand raises to my side, and I sob loudly at the pain. Clotted blood chokes its way from my mouth, and with that I find more nerves hit, and again I scream. Bloods oozes slowly from the gash, but I feel its pace quickening. Its silky texture leaks now from any possible point, and the pain makes me lash out in desperation.

"TASUKETE!"

You'll get nowhere trying to scream for help, even if in our native language, Osiris declares idly, both him and his master once again sidling into my mind. The Deadened fiend leans almost casually against what I can presume is a wall, if that's possible. After all, he is in my mind.

If anything, your pain will increase. Soon your aches will subside; your blood run cold... and you shall be entering a second death.

"N – No..." I stutter, blindly grasping into the cracks in the pavement, "Please... Gods... do – don't let me die again... I need Bakura..."

Osiris raises his staff, this time the colour changing abruptly to a swirling purple with traces of navy. My tears begin to halt, as the pain begins to dims greatly. A bright light emerges from nowhere, and I shield my eyes with a blood stained arm. Now that it has receded, I open my eyes and stare in wonder.

My wound has been closed. I find no visible traces of blood on my body, and the only thing left where the knife dug is a long, pale scar of white. I stand, and still find myself amazed. I throw a glance at the now dark blue sky, and silently thank them.

No need, Master Ryou. We need you to complete the missions we Gods cannot.

My inferior is correct, Ra agrees, And although this first task may seem a failure to you, it was, in fact, a grand success. Your path, and that of young Malik Ishtar's, may very well cross again, mortal. Now... do you remember two years ago when you moved that old building under renovation?

"Hai..."

Go there. That will be your home for now. We have already ensured you have blankets and sufficient food supplies, as well as your uniform. Yes, you must go to school, Ra added, chuckling at Ryou's sudden surge of disgust, And you must pay attention. Take many notes on those around you, and report anything to us that may seem suspicious.

"But how? Whenever I need to talk to you, I gotta be on my own! People will think I'm mad or something if I started mumbling to myself!" I reason, pointing out this very obvious fact.

Osiris swished his staff again in impatience. His orb like eyes flashes a dark purple at me, flickering with its emerald originality.

Embrace the power of you Millennium Ring, Ryou. Use it to contact us. Concentrate solely on either one of us, and we shall both arrive in our mind. Or, if your efforts have proved futile, retreat to your Soul Room and we'll come.

And with that, Ryou was left alone.

Bakura

This shower is nothing but a false advertisement. I decided to have one, purely out of the desire for some form of solace, but it seems the only comfort I can have is from Ryou. Typical of me to long for something I cannot have.

That's never been the case before I met him. In Egypt I had never pledged myself to anything other than my stealthy escapes; the sacred arts of dodging Pharaoh Official's my mistress. Whatever I wanted, it was more and more of that glittering gold, and a safe escape. And when I desired such things, I knew exactly how and when to claim them.

But with Ryou... its becoming clearer that if I had declared my love earlier, this entire horror mass would have been spared. For didn't he say last that something was always worth living for? What if I was that one thing he suddenly had found?

Then it strikes me. This is my entire fault. And to not offer my aid in Ryou's return whenever possible would be folly.

I turn and turn the shower off. I take a towel with me but do not use it as I run down the stairs, utterly naked, to search those long, formally written archives. I believe in my hikari. Anything the Gods would take as a sacrifice I would gladly pledge.

Just so long as I could have my lover. I turn on the lights; open a book titled 'Gods and their Wavering Mercy,' and set to work.

I am willing to stay up all night... until something catches my eye. Several pieces of paper are taped down on the fridge door. I make my way over to the said utility and see that they are addressed to Yugi, the Pharaoh, my friends and... me.

Then I lock into reality. Realisation dawns upon me and I sigh. These, I believe, are the last written words of Ryou Bakura.

Ryou

This place wouldn't be half as bad if it didn't have every breeze gushing in regularly. Even when I curl up into my blankets I feel the presence of the cool night air seemingly linger around my particular area. I really should be going to sleep now... school in the morning, as my Bakura would say.

Though whenever I close my eyes, all I can see is memories. They haunt me, almost as if to mock my current position. All fond memories, too...

I see Bakura and me, giggling and joking as we lick our ice creams. Bakura arguing with the Pharaoh about how impudent and inferior he is to him, with Yugi and me barely able to watch due to our laughing, our vision blurred by tears. The time when Bakura hadn't revised for a Math final and had queried me on every question he couldn't do. Our unbearably cold times we endured in the Shadow Realm. The Battle City times when I was found on the floor, eating my heart out. His last words to me. My only kiss...

You'll be late, Master Mortal, if you do not awake! We cannot have you missing your second day of school! Osiris bellows into my mind, and I jolt from my sleep with a start.

"Ngh...?" I slur, rising shakily from the gritty floor with a groan, noticing the sharp stab of pain in my side, where my wound was, "What time is it?"

In your time it is currently one quarter past seven. Osiris snaps impatiently, materialising in a ghostly form in front of me. I yelp in shock, as he hurls my old uniform towards me. Get a move on, bastard. And don't expect me or my Lord to do this for you again.

I stare at the God in almost bewilderment. A God can actually fall into a casual way of speaking, which includes even a swearword in his frustration?

Bakura

I wake, and find my face stuck to the page a mere eighteen from the one, which I had started from. I hear again the bell ring, and I rise unsteadily. My limbs scream at me in protest, my walking knocked off balance as I make my way towards the front door, the towel now hastily being wrapped around my waist. I look familiarly like I did when I robbed the most treasure-filled tombs. Shown through the glass is a familiar blur of colour... three colours...

I open the door. My conclusive hypothesis is affirmed when I see both Yugi and his yami staring at me. The Pharaoh leans closer to my right cheek, and sighs.

"I take it you fell asleep whilst reading page thirty, Bakura?" His voice trills, almost as if amused. I glare in anger at the arrogant bastard, but Yugi lays a hand on his arm to silence him.

I gaze at the small hikari – so much like my own - in almost concern. His eyes are dark, his cheeks pale and his entire form slouched. When I extend my arm and stand back so that they may enter, he winces and limps.

It seems even the Pharaoh can let his desire take over him. In this life, at least, we all know he is no better than any of us.

"...Yugi, can I have a word?" I blurt out suddenly, indicating to a cupboard down the hallway. "But... could you come alone? Its personal."

He nods and staggers over to the said door, telling his darkness to begin reading from where I fell asleep. Once we're both inside this cramped room with the light shining brightly down upon us, I produce a letter that bears Yugi's name. My voice, always having a slight huskiness to it, seems even scratchier than usual as I begin to speak gravely.

"Yugi... I have no easy way of telling you this..."

"What is it, Bakura?" Yugi asks instantly, his concern and loyalty shining through as he peers into my eyes deeply. "Please tell me."

I heave a sigh, waving the letter in my hand ever so slightly. "What I hold here... and several others are in my pocket... it is Ryou's last words to us... to us all." I unfold the paper and offer it to him. "Would you like me to read?"

Yugi pushes at my hand slightly until it hits my chest. Tears well in his amethyst eyes, and I pity him in my heart before beginning to read aloud:

'Yugi, by the time this has been read, I'll be gone... forever. I wanted to confide in you, truly I did – don't ever doubt that. I struggled with myself to keep this from you.

But it's been... awkward. You know what happened with my Otousama, don't you? Well... that's been linked to my suicide. I feel so lonely, so... deserted. And even that word is an understatement.

I suppose you're wondering how I could ever bring myself to be so selfish – not only to myself – but to those around me also. I'm begging you to please call me whatever you think of me, and I won't be hurt. I'm long past hurting now, even though I might be gone into the chasms of the Underworld.

Yugi, do you recall the time at Battle City when we were discussing you and Yami? Well, I lied there too. I don't just like Bakura. Now I know... I love him. And it's too bad that he will only know when I'm so cold.

Yugi, I never want you to die the death I am going to. Never lift a knife or piece of glass to your veins. Don't worry about me, I'm beyond suffering now. It's just me, my loneliness... and the love I shall never have returned.

Farewell forever, Ryou.

PS: Never allow any thought to govern the decided path known as your life.'

I raise my head, my tears long since started to fall. Without warning, Yugi leans into my chest and expels a long, harsh breath before allowing his grief to overpower his mortal body. His arms wind around my neck and I tense, unused to the closeness... of anyone.

Ryou, School

I walk through the all-too-familiar corridors with a slight feeling of apprehension gnawing at me from inside. The walls here so are different now, as is the building. No more do paintings and examples from the varied classes hang upon the wall. Graffiti and what seems to be kick marks and blood are carved into those same walls.

I blink. People seem to stare at me, and I shyly consider going back. A long, cold touch trickles along my spine – long since been discovered as a sign of warning from the Gods. I almost glare at the ceiling, but know nothing good would become of it.

My old classroom nears. I hitch my backpack higher onto my shoulders, and, with a shaky sigh, enter.

I stare at the class. Or, the lack of. Tomoya isn't here, and at least twelve others aren't, of which includes Seto. I spot Yugi and Yami lurking in a corner, the hikari barely managing to smile. He looks tired – both physically and emotionally. A small distance away from them is Jou, his face also resembling that of a gaunt, emotionless shell... even more than what he did last night. With a shudder I remember the amount of blood that he spilt last night over that beggar, and the way in which he had moved.

What is uncanny is that he seemed to move in a fight almost exactly as if he's trained all of his life.

At that moment the door behind me opens, and I rush to find an unoccupied seat. Firstly I considered wandering next to Jou or Honda... but then I remember again.

"Class, Good morn," Tsuruoka says, glaring around at us all impressively. For one small moment, I see him glance at the wildly coloured haired teens at the back. "As I call out the register, answer me loudly." He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper from inside his wallet, extracts a pen from a nearby holder, and begins to call names.

I barely even hear a sound after he says each name. Whenever he hears no answer, he raises his head, then sighs heavily. It seems to be only a scatter of children who actually bother to appear in class. Therefore, I again find myself wondering when and what my next assignment shall be, and just how... bloody... things may become.

My thoughts turn back to the previous night. I gained a rather nasty stab thanks to Marik. And, apart from the fractious burning ache I experience whenever I walk, it is fully healed. The blood I had shed... the blood other's must have shed last night... it only takes the pure thought to make my body turn cold.

"Ryou Bakura?"

"Yes, Tsuruoka-san." I answer automatically, rising from my chair as I say the greeting. I sit again, lost in the catacombs of memory.

I can barely remember what occurred a mere weak ago. I wander my mind's labyrinth, jolted back to Earth with a sudden crash when a note landed in my lap expertly. I glanced around, but most were listening solemnly to Tsuruoka's talking about atonement. Unfolding the paper, I read thus:

'Taken to school now Ryou? Surprised your father didn't try to kill you this time... or did the fluffy little bunnies in Gum drop land plant that illusion in your head instead?'

I don't even need to read the name at the bottom to know who sent it. I could recognise that neat script anywhere. Hastily I answer back:

'Whatever, Pharaoh. Tell me... any Ancient Egyptian whores approaching you lately? Or is that one of your own delusions?'

When Tsuruoka opens the door and leads us out, I throw the paper and it hits the target. Yami grasps at the descending ball and reads quietly to his light, who stands on his tip toes to read with him. Yami's face pales incredibly, and he shoots another long, calculating glance in my direction. As a response, daring again, I wave gaily and step behind Honda to make our way to assembly.

I enter the ancient room, once brightly lit by large spotlights used during Drama and its productions. Now barely even a light can be seen and, as I glance around, I am not at all shocked to see that not many students are here, either. Our small group shuffles along a long row of chairs, and at last my body finds itself slumped into a chair tiredly. The light here is definitely NOT helping my urge to fall asleep...

Sensei Taishukan strides up and stands on, as far as I can tell, a small stage. Even in the dim light I can sense his own weariness, almost as if he too, much like whatever students he may have left, cannot be bothered.

"My pupils of Year nine," He begins, and one of my classmates beside me yawns loudly before he continues, "I am glad to see you here today. I have chosen today a subject for our assembly, and it focuses mainly on punctuality and effort."

"Oi, snow head!" Yami hisses, throwing a very crumpled piece of paper in my direction. I catch it just barely. But the sudden movement of light in the air has attracted the attention of Taishukan. The ageing educator pauses, and directs his gaze in my general direction.

"Is there something you would like to share with us?" He asks softly, pointing, to my great relief, behind me. I twist around in my seat and am faced with the smirking look of Jou. The dark rings around his eyes now cast an almost deathly appearance, enhanced by his slouching, casual position.

"Well, Katsuya?" Taishukan barks, his impatience taking a firm embrace over him, "Have you got anything to say?"

Jou shrugs, his smirk more pronounced as he sits up to talk. "If I did, I would've said it already, you stupid fat cunt."

"AAAAWWWW, JOU SAID A NAUGHTY WORD!" Honda sung in a babyish voice. The nearby students laughed, the atmosphere tensing for Jou's almost certain suspension. And I just didn't know what to do. I can sense clearly enough a few people's suspicious eyes rest upon me, but calmly I ignore them. It seems to be Jou's wish to escape school, in any case.

"KATSUYA JONOUCHI, STAND OUTSIDE!" Sensei roars, pointing a shaking fist to the door.

"ALRIGHT! Catch ya later Honda!" Jou exclaims happily, rising to a stand and jogging out of the assembly hall, positively skipping.

When the calm, drowsy feeling reaches me once more, I realise the note is still in my hand. Carefully, slouching down even more in my chair, I begin to read.

Bakura and Yugi

Yugi's taking his sweet little time to calm down. I can't particularly blame him, however... what Ryou wrote was more against Yugi than actually being friendly.

For if Ryou would have considered Yugi – not to mention, me – when he rose that blade to his wrist, then he would still be here. It seems my hikari did not comprehend fully the extent of what he was about to do. Fate works in extremely strange ways.

"Yugi, hush... do you want me to get the Pharaoh?" I ask softly, stroking the blonde bangs away from his innocent, sticky face. He gives me a small nod, and yet he doesn't draw back from the embrace. Almost fearing what the almighty Yami may do to me when he sees me hugging his light, I call the name of darkness.

Practically immediately the door swings open. I wonder if he had been listening at the door, yet these thoughts, and any others, are erased from my mind when I see Yami's face.

Gone is that assertiveness on his face; no more is the sharp, power commanding taint in his eyes; all that can be shown, is sorrow, at his hikari's pain. Gently he untangles Yugi from around me, and I slowly inch out of the tiny closet. A slight blur frames the ridges to my sight again, but bravely I fight my tears back down. There is no space here now for any form of grief. I must help my Ryou.

Abandoning the two now weeping in my cupboard, I make my way into the living room and see a faint image. It sits on the couch, reading a book, entirely on his own. His shape is smudged slightly around the edges... and I inhale an astonished breath.

I am watching Ryou. A bruise shines freshly on his cheek, as does a thin line of dried blood. Not wanting to attract the Mutou's attention, for fear of this illusion fading at another's presence, I shakily make a step forward.

"...Ryou?" I ask timidly, cursing the tremble detected in my voice.

He gives me no answer. I step forwards again, and wave my hand right in front of his face. He doesn't even blink.

"BASTARD! WHERE ARE YOU?" A loud growl from behind me makes me jump, and so does the ghostly projection of Ryou. He tenses, and seems to listen harder. A deafening crash echoes through the hallway, and I am locked in position, my face a deadly white.

And in I walk, tall and angry. My eyes widen as I finally realise what he is – what I am - about to do...

Yami's koi: SUSPENSE! Gotta love it... especially when I get these chapters out quick. Please excuse my late update... I was on a Battlefield Tour last week for four days in France and Belgium... I'm just glad I got this out today.

Bakura: Neutral Man's on vacation now, so I'm stuck here with her.

Yami's koi: A BIG huggle back and plushie of whichever character she wants is to Yami Insomniac. I feel sorta ok... and I wrote a new Suicide fic! Originally it was called Final Crime, but I've changed it to Solitary Suicide.

Ryou: Another thanks to Titanicbabe, LPGirl05, Lil-Riter and redconvoy for adding Yami's koi to alert list. Arigato!

Yami's koi: you won't be too pleased when you read the reviews for Solitary Suicide, Ryou...

Bakura: if you've made my Ryou die again...

Yami's koi: nah, not Ryou. I think I'll let the people decide where they want that fic to go. I'm not sure if I should have the yami reincarnated or not: it might sound like this too much.

Ryou: please R&R. BIG plushie to reviewers, it'll be of... Seto.

All: LUVVIES! Next chapter is in the works! o