Wohooo! I'm Baack! With a rather long chapter too yay! -wonders what to do next- I have no plot right now... ugh. Meh, I'll think of something. I have a basic plot, of course, I just have trouble getting teh story from point A to point B... -sigh- I'll get there.

Disclaimer: I dont own it... waaaahhhhh...

Light, lilac eyes slowly fluttered open, breaking the light out of a fearful sleep, haunted by harrowing nightmares of his past. Malik sighed softly to himself, burying his head deeper into the pillow, trying to recapture a few more moments of sleep. His left hand tightened on the firm, caramel hand slipped in his. The light lifted his sandy head exhaustedly, sleepy lavender eyes gazing into a bronzed, sleeping face. He looked down at his clasped hand, the ringed fingers entwined with his, and frowned. I must have cried in my sleep again… He sighed to himself, the Egyptians free hand floating up to his red-rimmed eyes. Malik and his darkness didn't love each other, in fact, it was far from it. Marik was disgusted at the lights weakness, and Malik found him scary. But they were still sort of… there for each other. Like an unspoken agreement.

Malik slowly tugged his fingers free of the yami, and slid up to a sitting position in the bed, lavender orbs blinking at the weak sun filtering through the windows. Flashing a small smile at the sleeping yami, Malik slid out from between the covers, pulling on a pair of pants and a shirt as he made his way into the living room, humming softly under his breath on the way. He froze at the doorway to the small lounge, his eyes wide saucers of lavender and his mouth slightly open.

Ryou was sleeping on his couch, snuggled under the lime green throw rug with his head buried on the plush armrest. The angels innocent face was pained slightly, a soft whimper emitting from his delicate creamy throat as he trembled under the blanket, murmuring softly under his breath, amongst fearful gasps. The caramel teen frowned at the smaller boy, and walked slowly and silently towards him, crouching beside Ryou, leaning in to get a better sound of his soft, panicked voice.

"Please…" The angel whimpered in his sleep. "Don't hurt me…" The European light hunched over in his sleep, curling into a tight ball of protection. "Leave me alone…" Malik frowned, and reached out a caramel hand to gently touch Ryou, but withdrew his hand, thinking it would be better if he didn't, incase the light would get even more scared than now.

"Please don't hurt me…" Ryou half whispered, half moaned, deep in his self destructive night mare. "Please Bakura-sama…" Malik froze at the mention of the demon, eyes fixated on the sleeping light in shock. Ryou rolled over in his sleep, the silvery curtain of hair over his china face shifting to reveal the dark, painful-looking bruise on the soft plane of the lights cheekbone. Malik gasped aloud, bringing a slim caramel hand to his mouth, lavender eyes welling with salty water. What has Bakura done to you…

"No!" Ryou screamed desperately, still trapped within the deep recesses of his mind, beginning to cry. "Let me go.. Don't, please…" He sobbed in lost hope, fresh tears filling the dries tracks down a delicate bone china face. Malik couldn't take it anymore, Lilac eyes resolutely staring down at the soft European, as he gently began to shake the soft lights shoulder.

"Wake up, Ryou." He whispered by the whitenettes ear. "Ryou, you're having a bad dream, please wake up." He continued to shake the light gently, gazing concernedly into a fearful ivory face. The light gasped in his sleep, and a moment later, chocolate eyes snapped open, gazing wildly around the room for a few moments, before coming to settle on the concerned Egyptian. Ryou pulled the blankets to his mouth, trembling like a leaf, before finally relaxing, letting out a long breath as he slackened his hold on the soft throw rug. Malik sighed deeply, gently beginning to brush silver bangs out of chocolate eyes.

"What's going on?" A low voice sounded from the doorway. Malik looked up in surprise to find the darkness glaring at him with his arms crossed, Amethyst stone orbs staring coldly at him, with a mixture of… Jealousy? Anger? Hate? Malik didn't know. He knew it was one of the three, seeing as they seemed to be the only emotions he expressed and all…

"I should ask you the same question…" the Egyptian frowned at his yami. "Why the hell is Ryou even here?" His lavender eyes narrowed slightly, as he lowered his eyes to the semi-conscious teen. "Where did you find him?"

"Running away." Marik smirked, leaning against the doorframe casually. "He couldn't take Bakuras bullshit anymore." He rolled his eyes. "And yet you want to be with him." He snorted, as the Egyptian light lowered his gaze to the floor. "I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"Don't." Malik muttered softly, his hands clenched into fists. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Marik smirked, pushing himself off of the doorway and stalking over to his light. Oh, he loved pushing Maliks buttons. And he always got riled whenever the darkness mentioned Maliks lover. "You know he doesn't like you, right?" He smirked. "He's a crazy psycho, anyway. You'd never work it out."

"Stop it!" Malik yelled, glaring at the yami with tears in his lavender eyes. "Shut up! Stop saying things about Bakura like that, you don't know!"

"Don't know what?" Marik leered. "That Bakuras a cold bastard? Think about it, Hikari. If he did this to Ryou, imagine what he would do to someone who would put out for him?"

"STOP IT!" Malik stood up, tears forming in pained lavender eyes. "Shut up, shut up shut up!" The caramel teen ran a hand through his hair, glaring daggers at the yami who stood less than a foot away from him.

"Afraid to understand the truth?" The darkness grinned. Malik narrowed his eyes, glaring hatefully at his darker counterpart for a moment, before resolutely marching to the door, wrenching it open and slamming it behind him, tears running down his face. He leaned against the door weakly, running his fingers through his hair as he sank to the ground, eyes miserably cast on the floor. Damnit. He cursed to himself. Why on earth did he go and open his big mouth that night? Why did he admit that he had a secret desire for Bakura? Why did he go and tell on himself to Marik? What the hell was wrong with him? Malik moaned aloud, raising his eyes to the ceiling. It wasn't fair… Why couldn't he be with the one he loved? Why did he have to be… alone?

It was okay for Marik. He was destined to be alone, hell, someone as bitter and twisted and fucked up as him could never snag a lover, but Malik… He was more of a normal person. Sure, the bitter hate and anger remained in his soul, a deep open wound that would never heal, but it didn't take over his life. He still had decent feelings. He could love, and be kind to someone. The light still knew what it was like to care. He let out a deep sigh, burying his head deep in his arms, curling into a tight protective ball. He didn't know what to do anymore…

"You're right."

Marik turned sharply at the soft English accent, and frowned at the light, gazing sharply at slightly clouded brown eyes.

"Huh?" He grunted softly, setting himself down on the purple couch as he faces the light. "What do you mean, I'm right?"

"A-About Bakura." Ryou whispered. "You're right. He is a cold twisted bastard, and he would take advantage of Malik if he had half the chance. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to go anything like that to me yet…" He laughed bitterly. "Not that I want him to…" The young light sighed, pulling the blanket over his head. "I hate what he does to me…" He muttered under the blankets, struggling in vain to suppress a sob choking his throat. Marik frowned at the light, his arms crossed around his chest, as amethyst eyes stared calculatingly at the light.

"He won't do that again." Marik said firmly, his gaze strong and piercing towards wet chocolate eyes. "Never." The young light frowned for a moment, and then broke into a smile, warm mocha eyes sparkling and joy.

"R-Really?" Ryou stuttered, his face blushed and eyes as bright as two stars. Marik nodded impassively, and the light sat straight up, white bangs in his eyes, but he didn't care, a smile as wide as the sky on his pale ivory face. "Y-You promise I won't h-have to go back there?" He gazed deeply at the Egyptian, his eyes sad and hollow with a haunting fear.

"Really." Marik growled, his cold gaze softening slightly as he lowered amethyst orbs to the ground. Ryou laughed, and looked as though he was about to hug the yami, but thought the better of it, instead curling into a loose ball, and resting his head on his knees, gazing softly at the darkness.

"Thankyou." He whispered softly, gazing into cold amethyst eyes with his own chocolate orbs full of so much hope and excitement and happiness it almost melted Mariks heart.

Bakura was furious. He had woken up that morning to an empty apartment, Ryous most precious belongings missing, The millennium ring at his bedside table, and no Ryou. It took him all of about half a second to conclude that he had done a runner. And seeing as Ryou didn't have the ring, he had no way of contacting him. So here he was, mahogany orbs narrowed in anger as he tried to scan the streets for his light. He had been out there for over an hour, combing every side street and alleyway he knew the existence of in search for Ryou, when he found the light. Oh no, not his pretty white-haired hikari,

He found Malik.

The demon smirked at the sandy haired blonde curled into a tight protective ball beside the lake in the green fernery of the park. Radiant sunbeams dancing like diamonds on the cerulean waters reflecting in his wet lavender eyes. Silently, as only a thief could, Bakura crept like a cat, sneakered feet padding like a cloud on the bright emerald blades of grass. Sensing a dark presence behind him, Malik froze, lilac eyes narrowing and slim caramel hands tightening into fists. He gazed deeply into the flickering silhouette dancing over the azure waters, struggling to place the figure…

"Hm, what are we doing here?" A smooth, husky, and still oh-so-sensual voice floated over from a few feet away, the darkness smirked as he raised an eyebrow, eyes fixated on the young Egyptian. Malik gasped, and snapped his head up from the soft comfort of his knees, twisting his head around to find the white-haired demon smirking at him with his arms crossed, gazing in scrutiny at the teen in a way that made Malik blush.

"A-Ah, wh-what brings you here, B-Bakura?" Malik stammered, getting to his feet and taking half a step back as Bakura stalked towards him menacingly, a cocky smirk on his pale face. The Egyptian blushed deeply, eyes lowering to the floor as he took another step in reverse. He felt his heels balance precariously on the edge of the emerald grass; Bakura now only a few inches away from him, brushed a stunningly silver lock of hair out of his face.

"I'm looking for someone," Bakura said smoothly, the smirk still on his face. "Ryou, in fact." Malik froze, and his eyes widened, a worried expression clouding his caramel face. "And judging from your reaction, I suppose you know of his whereabouts…"

"N-No…" Malik stammered, his mouth dry as Bakura took another step towards him. They were much too close, hard mahogany eyes staring straight into frightened lavender.

"Liar." Bakura hissed, his eyes narrowing in anger. "You know where he is, don't you?" Malik shook his head slightly, his breathing harsh and chin slightly trembling as he lowered his gaze to the ground. Bakuras grin widened, as he extended a slim pale hand, catching the Egyptians jawbone and forcing him to look into the pale demons eyes. "Answer me." Malik whimpered softly, struggling to shake his head in the yamis firm hold.

"I-I don't know where h-he is…" the Egyptian said softly, eyes gazing wetly into hard pools of wood. "I-I mean it Bakura, I-I don't…"

"Sure you don't." Bakura hissed, his face contorting in anger as he glared at the light. "Listen to me Malik…" He whispered, leaning into the Egyptians ear and tightening his hold on his jaw. Malik gasped in pain, whimpering softly as he felt the bronze skin beginning to bruise. "If you don't tell me where you've hidden Ryou away…" He let the sentence dangle in thin air, Malik trembling as he closed his eyes. "Where is he?"

"M-Marik found him last night!" the Egyptian finally blurted out. "H-He took Ryou back to our place to stay…" Bakuras grin widened, as he finally let the light go, Malik emitting a short gasp, and beginning to rub his sore jaw.

"Thankyou Malik…" The pale demon said smoothly, one hand now on the back of the lights caramel neck. "You've been a great help…" Malik bit his lip, and tried not to think about how if he just maneuvered his lips a little, him and the yami would be kissing…

Bakura beat him to it anyway, drawing Malik even closer to him, and placing his pale lips on the lights. Malik gasped, and then emitted a soft groan, hands automatically raised up towards the pale demons wild locks of snow, combing his fingers through untamed tangles. Bakura smirked as he broke the kiss, Malik gasping for breath as the demon pulled apart, his arms crossed as he smirked at the light.

"Well, I have to go." Bakuras grin widened at the light, who merely nodded, his face flushed, and eyes oddly bright. Malik didn't watch him go; all he could see was his minds eye, replaying the kiss in his head again and again, like his wildest fantasies coming alive before his eyes. The Egyptian raised a trembling caramel hand to his lips, his mind whirling around like he had just experienced a roller coaster.

Did Bakura actually love him back? Maliks knees gave out from under him, as he sank to the emerald blades of grass, a weak, sick feeling in his stomach. He lay for a while, replaying those fantastic moments of uncontrollable joy and ecstasy in his mind when the realization of why Bakura left his him like a bucket of ice.

He went to go get Ryou.

Shit.

oohh... whats going to happen next? xD Muahaha...

R&R? Please? All who review gets a Jou figurine... -guestures to big dumpster full of 'em- I need to get rid of them... TAKE THEM AWAY! -runs off crying-