-looks around- Ish anyone still here? Its like, nine days since I have updated... n.n;; I spoil you guys, you know that? I had put it off for a week, and then I finally sat down with a block of chocolate, loud rock music, and meh laptop, and well, this is what came out. I hope ya like it, it took me nearly two hours... But I have a plot (of sorts) now! I know where I am going with this! YAY!

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. It belongs to the great God, Takashi-sama... -bows in his greatness- He is so great. n.n;;

"Wake up!" the annoying high-pitched voice of Kiko filtered through the walls of the Bakura household. Ryou of course, couldn't hear it, and Bakura merely groaned, burying his head deeper under the pillow.

"Get up, Get up get up!" The door opened, and in bounded the little girl, a huge grin plastered on her face as she grinned at both of the sleeping boys, sprawled out over the large bed, and giggled as she thumped down to her other brothers room.

"Go 'way." Bakura mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Ryou merely sighed, sinking deeper into sleep. "Nuh uh!" Bakura pouted, gently shaking the light. "You gotta wake up too…" Ryous sightless eyes finally blinked open, as he pulled himself into an upright position. Bakura smiled softly, sliding out of his side of the enormous bed, and walking around to where the angel struggled to get out of bed without being able to see or hear what was going on. Bakura placed an arm around Ryou, hoisting him up until he was on his feet. Ryou clung to his darkness, trying to find his footing until he finally regained his balance. Bakura felt a pang of sadness as he gazed as his hikari.

It had been a month since Hondas death, And Ryous life-changing ailments. It had pushed their relationship the absolute limits. Hell, Bakura was too scared to even kiss Ryou anymore. He missed how quiet and peaceful it was at the apartment, and it seemed that Mr. Bakura was around everywhere. It was as though he thought that Bakura would go crazy and kill his family. Weirdo. He clung tightly to the angel, leading him over to his clothes.

Later that day, Ryou and Bakura were sitting side by side on the couch. Ryou was snuggled in the spirits side, his eyes closed, and Bakura was lightly fluffing the angels hair.

/Hikari…/

hm/

/I-I can't do this./

Do what/

/Live like this. Its not you, its where we are right now, living here with your father breathing down our necks, its choking/

Yami… Please don't leave. I like it here, being in a real family again…/ Bakura tightened his hold on the blind angel, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

/I Miss being able to do whatever I want to you./ Bakura sighed. /I miss the privacy/ Ryou smiled softly, and gently slid free from the yami, his hand running along his form, looking for his face. Ryou had remarkably sensitive fingers, he could sort of see everything in his mind from what he saw. When his fingers found Bakuras face, he cupped the side of his face, and pressed his lips against Bakuras. The yamis eyes widened as his hands went to Ryous fluffy hair, pulling Ryou closer to him and deepening the shy kiss. Ryous hands remained cupped around Bakuras, his frail form trembling slightly in anticipation. Bakuras slim hands left Ryous snowy hair, and trailed down to his waist, sliding his hands under the fabric and running them all over his pale chest, grinning as he felt the muscles twitch at his touch. Ryou moaned silently into Bakuras mouth, twirling his fingers in his hair, his breath quickening. Bakura smiled again, then froze. Shit. He heard footsteps, and a small gasp. Kiko must have caught them in the act. Shit.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kiko asked. Bakura swore violently and pulled apart from his hikari, the latter whimpering at the sudden loss of contact.

"None of you business." Bakura snarled. "Fuck off."

"OOH!" Kiko squealed. "YOU swore! I'm telling daddy that you and Ryou were kissing and you said a naughty word!" With that, she giggled and fled. Bakuras eyes widened, as he clung tightly to Ryou again. Ryou sensed his yamis anger, and began to tremble. /Yami, whats going on/ Bakura sighed./Kiko caught us, and the brat ran off to your father…/ Ryou whimpered, burying his head in Bakuras chest, the darkness wrapping his arms around the light. /Its okay, sweetie, I wont let him do anything to you. Its me he's going to be mad at./ Ryou seemed to relax, letting out a long sigh. Bakura smiled briefly, before letting go and standing up. Ryou curled into the couch, holding his head in his hands. All of a sudden, he felt a huge explosion of anger from Bakuras mind, crashing against his subconscious in roaring waves.

"You sick freak!" Mr. Bakura yelled. "How dare you take advantage of my son like that-"

"Don't you DARE say that!" Bakura yelled back. "I love him, and believe it or not, he loves me. You're the sick freak for thinking I would do that to Ryou!" Bakura pushed away the growing feeling of discomfort deeper inside his heart. In all honesty, he had. He had taken advantage of Ryou in the past. But it wasn't something he was really proud of.

"Ryous isn't-"

"Isn't what? Gay? Of course he is, just look at him!" Bakura gestured towards the boy. "What kind of straight kid would look and dress like him? You're so narrow-minded; why do you hate him so much! What has he ever done to deserve this?"

"Its not him, its you. This is all your fault! You twisted his thoughts, turned him-"

"For your information, Ryou loved me Before I loved him!" He yelled. A deep scowl on his face. "I've had enough of this." At this, he turned to leave.

/Hikari, come on./ Ryou frowned looking in the direction he sensed was Bakura. /why/

/Because I said./ Bakura tightly grasped Ryous wrist, yanking him off the couch and out of the room.

The next few days were a stony silence between the father and the spirit. Mr. Bakura often left the house for long periods of time, where he went, no one knew. And Bakura didn't care. In fact, he spent a good chunk of his time in their room with the door locked, fooling around with Ryou. Poor Izumi, Kiko, and Ken were caught up in the mess, but they just kept themselves out of it as much as they could. Easier that way.

Then, nearly a week after Mr. Bakura and Bakura had blown up at each other(Again) Ryous father had dropped a bombshell.

They were sitting at the dinner table, eating a meal of steak and vegetables. In an attempt to please Bakura and cease fighting, Izumi cooked the meal, and made sure that Bakuras steak was extra-extra rare. It must have worked; He had eaten it almost happily.

"I have an announcement." He said clearly. "About Ryou." Everyone froze, and looked at the master of the house. Bakura went tense, his hand linked with Ryous tightening. Mr. Bakura took a deep breath.

"I have been calling around and applying for Ryou to be admitted into a special needs school." He began. Bakura growled, his hand tightening even more on Ryous, the small boy whimpering at the almost bone-crushing grip.

"He has been accepted into a school for the blind in Tokyo." He said softly. "We will leave in two days-"

"Like hell you will." Bakura snarled, finally releasing his hold on Ryou. The angel sighed in relief, rubbing his pained wrists. "You're not taking him away from me."

"It's what's best!" Mr. Bakura yelled. The spirit growled, and stood up, slamming his fist on the table.

"NO! No, it's not! What the fuck is wrong with you! Ryous is FINE here! You just cant handle the fact we are together, can you! You don't have the balls to handle Ryou like this, so you pack him off so he's far away from you as possible. This is just a repeat of what happened after his mother died!" Everyone except Bakura and Ryou froze. Noone ever spoke of Amane and Mr. Bakuras first wife. It was forbidden, sacred.

"Don't mention them." Mr. Bakura said struggled to keep his voice even.

"Why?" Bakura demanded. "You abandoned him, when he needed you most! You cast him away when he wanted to be with you, and you're doing it again, you sick, son of a-"

"ENOUGH!" Mr. Bakura yelled, his face contorted in anger. "Listen to me you, you Psycho, Ryou is my son. I don't care how linked you are to him, I am the one who says what happens to him!" Bakura didn't know what to say. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was going to do it, he was going to take his Ryou away from him, he was going to split them apart.

He was breaking them up.

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