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Little Writer is officially a lazy ass. She is. She promised chapters for Bourei immeasurable thanks but hasn't even started typing them yet. She feels like it. But she isn't. Cause she doesn't like typing on the desktop.

AnimeLoverAngel, let-me-cry, Hiei, Jaganshi11, Ryou VeRua, vixenia, andSenko for all keeping faith in me and boosting my confidence. "The Flamer, I have one thing to say. ((GLOMP)) Finally someone shares my opinion that it sucks!

THIS IS THE LAST OVERLAPPING CHAPTER! Next time, we move on to bigger and better and more alcohol happy things!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh, or Everything You Want.

Warnings/notes: Shonen-ai, and angst. Lots of angst. Yami no Bakura, for the most part, is just called Bakura.

Summary: Yami no Bakura loves his hikari, of that much he knows.That's how he knows when it's time to step out of the picture. Yami no Bakura/Ryou

Forever and After 12-Realization

((Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned))

It was a long walk home that night. I wanted more than anything to wake up in my warm bed and know that it was a dream. An awful, humiliating dream. The only thing bad about that day was the soda incident, sure, but it was awful… and humiliating. Ra, why did Bakura have to be there? Why did he have to react like that? Not to mention I was still upset about that morning, when Bakura knocked those cards out of my hand.

All too soon I found myself face to face with the door to the apartment. When I tried the door, it was locked. It took me a minute of searching through my pockets to realize that I didn't have a key. I'd left it with my other clothes at Yuugi's house. Great, now I'd have to knock and bother Bakura, who'd be upset about being bothered. Slowly, I raised my hand to knock…

When the door swung open and I was face to face with my darkness instead of the door. I was surprised for a moment and unable to say a word before he slapped me.

"Why do you love him?" Bakura demanded.

Oddly enough, I didn't feel the blow. I raised a hand to where the after-tingle was. My eyes weren't even watering, and I was in a daze, as if I was detached from my body and my urge to curl up and bawl didn't mean a thing. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, tilting my head back to look into my yami's eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Bakura's yells were bordering on hysterical shrieks. "You and the pharaoh are together, aren't you?" he demanded.

You could never get as shocked as I was that second. Was he jealous? "Um…"

"He tells you to stay, you stay," he said, counting on his fingers. "You spend almost all your time together, don't deny it!" he added, pointing at my expression. "I saw you together! You were hugging--this morning, and this night!"

My eyes widened. Scratch my previous comment. This was true shock. Did he really see me hugging Yami? "No, ' Kura! We're not together like that! Honest!" I held my arms out away from me, warding off any more accusations.

"Don't call me that!" he snapped back, pushing my arms away. "I saw you embracing him, I swear. And then you had the nerve to try sucking up to me with those cards of yours!"

I inhaled sharply at the harsh tone. Bakura had no right to be jealous! To tell me I've been sucking up? Goddammit, and to think I thought he knew me! "That hug didn't mean anything to me!" I exploded. "Those cards were rare, and not yet available to the public, and I got Yami to get them for you--us!" I really hoped he didn't notice my slip up. "I was thanking him!" I clenched my fists tightly, glaring as hard as I could.

Silently, he took a step forward. My heart pounded, trying to remind me of last night's dream. I mentally scolded myself and shook it off harshly.

I flinched as Bakura swung the back of his hand at me again. But the hit never came. I slowly opened my eyes to see my darkness turn around abruptly and walk away. There was an odd heaviness of my heart and a knot in my stomach.

Bakura slammed the door to his room, the bang echoing through the small apartment.

A dull ache pounded in my chest. As if in a trance, I glided into the apartment, kicking off my shoes and taking the time to notice that Bakura's were placed neatly on the shoe rack. I snorted. Since when did Bakura do that?

Flopping onto the couch, I turned the TV to that American music station. "But I'd play with fire to break the ice. And I'd play with a nuclear device. Is this something I'll regret? Why do I want what I can't get? I wish it didn't have to be so bad."

Blink 182 again. I sighed. Weren't they the ones who sang that other song, the one from my dream? There it was. That dream again. Did I really want to kiss my darkness? I sighed. Suddenly I realized that Yami was right all along. I loved my darkness.

And they say realization is the worst thing of all.

((You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return))

end part II

tbc in part III