A/N: hello, hello! How t'you doing today? Very well, I hope. I can almost feel the writer's block I have no clue what I am going to do! I am at a complete loss! AHHH! Help me! I need saving! I am drowning within my own writing ability. Odd, since it is fills only fills a teacup. But still, I'm drowning! Throw me a floatie-ring! Or a tea bag!

Disclaimer: I personally own 51 manga, a zillion old Yugioh cards, a couple of anime movies, final fantasy X, kingdom hearts 1, kingdom hearts 2, two anime-related key chains, a deep yearning for some more manga, two Yugioh posters, Yugioh: The Movie soundtrack, and two manga magazines, but alas, no Yugioh ownership.

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Chapter 4

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A fire burned in the teenager's honey eyes. Anger swirled in with the usual calm friendliness of all his features. One hand propped the boy up while the other reached across the table, clasping onto the collar of the offending, black-haired male. This male's boyfriend was trying to pry the two apart in an effort to settle the embarrassment made by his friend's attack. "Take it back," the blond growled.

"Calm down, man! It was a joke!" Honda said, still attempting to separate his friend from Otogi.

"No it wasn't. We all know it's true," the over-confident, black-haired teen said.

"I was not a glutton!" Joey practically whined. The kid needed to work on his defense. He looked around the table, which was made up of two smaller ones pushed together, for support. He didn't get any. Anzu and Honda coughed into their hands. Yuugi and Serenity looked away. Ryou grabbed his veggie pizza slice and bit into it. Yami took a drink from his cup. I stared blankly at him. As a last resort, he sought the help of his boyfriend.

Seto shook his head, and put his hand on his lover's shoulder. "He's right. You were the biggest pig in all the land when you were younger. But you were also irresponsible, incompetent, oblivious, arrogant, stubborn and downright annoying. Not to mention you whined like a dog." People gasped, which was everyone except Yami, the person who voiced the truth, and me. Otogi was released and Joey slid down into his seat, his arms crossed. I sat next to him, so I heard him mumbling, "Cold, insensitive bastard."

"That's so mean, Seto! Don't say that about my brother!" Serenity said, defending her sibling. Her girlfriend nodded. At least one of the siblings' lovers had enough sense to always side with whomever they were dating.

The tall teen just rolled his eyes. "I didn't say that he still acted in such a way, now did I? He is much better," the male paused as he leaned into the hand still on Joey's shoulder and kissed the owner's check, "trained now. Though, instead of whining like a dog, he whimpers and moans like—"

"Okay, everyone! Since that's all settled, let's eat before our food gets cold!" Ryou intervened from across of me, a smile on his face.

Unfortunately for the blond, no one was willing to give up on the brunet's statement as graciously as my hikari. Not even the oh-so-innocent Yuugi was wanting to. The boys probed the completely embarrassed youth and his lover about habits and oddities in the bedroom while the girls, who include Yami, chuckled as they watched on. I silently dazed off toward the group's conversation. Seto actually answered the least revealing questions, which was still enough to cause Joey to hide his bright pink face in his hands. He kept on repeating the same thing into his palms, "My sister is right here."

"I tried my best." I faced my light. The last syllable he said continued into a sigh. "Well, maybe not my best but close enough." His teeth flashed me a warm smile. The boy's still black lips tilted slightly more to one side, exposing more enamel on an inner tooth than its supposed reflection. The inequality was barely noticeable unless you paid very close attention. Ryou's bottom and top front teeth didn't entirely touch, even when he tried to close it. I saw this right now, and I've seen this many times before. Of course, my observations were fueled by my obsession with the child. Before, it was okay. Well, maybe not okay, but I could do it without feeling too guilty. But now, now, I knew…

I frowned and quickly looked around the pizzeria around us. Since Ryou and I sat at an end, I didn't have to worry about looking over someone's head. There were five men behind the counter. Most were toward the back, sprinkling ingredients onto perfectly rounded dough. One was using a pattern of passing from fist to fist to create this circle of the combination of flour, water, oil, yeast, salt and sugar. There was an older blond standing at the counter, barely paying attention to my friends' very personal, and loud, antics.

Now that I noticed this, I saw that every last costumer was ignoring us. They were all regulars; we see them every time we come to this pizzeria. How were they able to pass a blind eye over these people's ruckus? Are we always so bad that people just got used to us?

"Bakura," the other me said loud enough so only I could hear. His lopsided grin was gone, replaced with a mock pout. "Now, Kura, why are you ignoring me? You're making me feel lonely." He said it as freehandedly as how he thought the situation was. It was obvious in the calmness of his body. When I looked down to my barely touched pizza instead of answering, I am sure that he finally got that I was doing exactly as he said: ignoring him. "Oh, I see."

He started shifting around awkwardly. He suddenly shot up and jumped over next to me. The table turned to us as Ryou grabbed my left arm, tugging me up. I still avoided his face, but knowing the fair teen, he would have one of the most realistic fake smiles you would ever see. He has had practice over the years. "I have to speak with my precious yami alone," he explained in an overly sugary voice. "We'll be back in a sec."

Several members of the gang nodded. Ryou yanked my forearm in the direction of the back of the restaurant as the others continued whatever they were talking about. I probably don't even want to know. We weren't the most perverted bunch in school for nothing. It might have to do with the fact that everyone but two people was coupled with each other. And I won't put the fact that most of the members were sexually active on a weekly basis past me for a second.

My light swung the door open to the guy's bathroom, which had been tightly packed with two stalls and a sink. The doors to both stalls were open, revealing a completely empty restroom. It was clean, with only three of four graffiti marks scribbled on the paint. With all the teenagers that came from my school to eat here, three or four is amazingly low.

Ryou walked me to the middle of the room, stopping for a moment. Just when I thought he was going to release his hold on me, he whipped around and pushed me backwards, still holding my arm. I landed against the wall. My knees gave way due to the sudden force my light applied, so when I searched for Ryou's face, it was above mine.

Well, let's just say this event caused me to be shocked. "What the—?"

I halted my outburst when I looked into his eyes. He was standing straight up with his head tilted to give him a sort of superior presence. His tight lips and fiercely knitted eyebrows exploited the same sense of power. The boy had a tight grip on my bicep and was pushing it very forcefully against the very wall giving me support. "Why would you be ignoring me?" Even his voice had whipped out to sting. But unfortunately for the white-locked kid, his brown eyes showed exactly how insecure he really was.

I sent the slight horror of seeing this painful emotion to the back of my head. I kept our gazes locked, even though the total self-conscious was growing more putrid. "Did I do something wrong? Did I—I—I say something wrong? Did I take a step in the wrong direction? What the hell did I do?" My light half yelled, half pleaded. He held gallantly onto his stance of a combination of defense and offense. I wished I paid attention to those strong aspects of his body. But damn, his damned eyes. Damn, damn his eyes. They were starting to shine blindingly and blink rapidly.

Licking my teeth once over, I used my right hand to get myself up again. My throat was dry as I said; "I overheard your conversation with that Amy girl near the lockers." Now that he lost the height advantage, the rest of his fortifications crumbled. My hikari's arm fell limply to his side. His posture stayed the same, but there was clumsiness behind it, so it robbed the boy of any authority. The lips that were tightly closed before blossomed open into an indifferent pose, a blush high on Ryou's cheeks.

"You heard us? And, and what do you think of what we—I said?" I could depict a hint of hopefulness in his words. Did he want my blessing for his new lover? The lover who he hadn't shown me, even though they were serious enough to have sex?

"What do I think?"

A huff of breath escaped my mouth. I shook my head, dragging my fingers through my hair. I wanted no more to snap Ryou: The one person I ever really wanted close to me, the person I wanted to embrace me and never let go no matter what I do, the person who would give me hope when I ever needed it, the person who I would make moan my name for any to hear when I made love to him, the person who I knew would understand my actions (past or present), the person I would always enjoy killing a Friday night to tend him if he were sick, the person who I wanted to spend the rest of my—no. I won't even say it. Because this person was the same person who I would never have.

"Kura? Answer me."

I glared at Ryou. He blinked in response, taking a step away from me; almost as if he was predicting what I was about to say. Then, I said what I knew I would regret later, whether this time was seconds or hours after it escaped into the room. "Why would I care who you fuck around with?"

Silence greeted my ears. The hikari was shaking and his breathing was heavy. The brown around his pupils dulled and expanded into the pinpoints. For being so entranced with his eyes, I hardly noticed when his stiff hand came flinging across my face. The burning sensation quickly subdued, but was replaced with one that pricked the underlining of my skin like a syringe.

"I. Cannot. Believe. You." He hissed at me. "I cannot believe you just said that. After all we've been through; you dare say that to my face! You clearly don't understand what I told her, you didn't hear me say your name—less, faceless man's identity, but you can still tell me something like that? What would make you—?"

"Come on, my light," I said, stretching the boy's title as far as I could, "I know it must hurt that I might not care. Okay, I do. But do you mind me asking what the name of the man whom you screw is?"

The pale teen shook harder, his cheeks flaming a bright flush. "With your accusations, do you know what the hell you are implying?

"First," my light said, counting on his fingers as he went along, "I was seeing a guy without letting you all meet him. Second, I was having sex with a guy without letting you all meet him. Third, I found some sort of imaginary parallel universe so I can have two bodies: one to go out with my lover, the other to spend almost every hour of my damn existence out of school with you, or in a place where you knew exactly where I was. Because I cannot see how that could ever happen if I only have this body. Fourth, I was having sex with a guy without letting you all meet him! And lastly, I have basically cheated over and over again every time you and I touched." There was a haunting pause when he said this one word. He seemed willing to continue, but I spoke up first.

"Fine! Why did you lie to Amy?"

"I didn't lie to her!"

"So you didn't say anyone?"

"No."

"And you didn't lie?"

"Yes."

"And she clearly knows who this guy is?"

"Yes!"

"Then who did you say? The only feasible person who you could have said would have to be," I said. Somewhere in my mind, I had already finished my thought. When I tried to say it out loud, the second delay between my brain and mouth caught me off guard, causing me to stop. I was still pissed as hell, but now, I was confused out of my mind.

And he could tell by my hesitance to finish my sentence that I was in the middle of working it out in my head. Otherwise known as being as vulnerable as one could ever get. Anger was invoked within my light as he noticed the opportunity to attack. And with the rage and hurt that had seeped into him from my lack of confidence in our relationship (however far we had made it), my lack of sympathy if he actually had been with another man, and (this next reason probably the main one) my lack of understanding how he truly and had always felt about me, he believed that it was more important to hurt me than anything else in the world.

So, my hikari spoke, attacking me with his sharp words. It would take me a while, too long, to think out the real reason of this attack. For now, I took it for what he said: "What reason would I ever have to say your name? You, a no-good, cold, bitchy, pompous waste of a whore who hardly deserves but a fucking minute of my affection."

And that was it. I smiled, relaxed. I could see myself in the mirror above the sink. There was still a flush from anger present near the bridge of my nose, which winged off into my cheeks. Ryou had left a light pink handprint on the side of my face. But other than that, I looked absolutely calm, happy as a clown on LSD.

Ryou, on the other hand, looked like a complete wreck. He stopped trembling. Well, he was more frozen in place than anything. My light's eyes were widely presenting his horror and shock of what he said and his arms hung limply from their sockets. "Oh god. I didn't mean to say that. I—I—It slipped out. I'm so sorry." His lips stuttered out.

I took a step closer to my hikari, lifting my hand. My other self twitched and held his breath upon seeing my movement, turning his head away and closing his eyes. I gave out a low chuckle, my hand landing on his jaw softly. "Little one, you don't need to be afraid. I won't hurt you."

I might have both frightened and comforted the boy with my promise. His brown eyes looked into my bluish-grays. "Bakura, I didn't mean it. You know that, right, Kura? You know how much I l—."

I affectionately petted the side of his face with one fluid swipe. "Don't apologize. You can't even realize how long I've been waiting for you to say something like that." With that, I laid my palm on his waist and turned us around so his back faced the wall. Leaning down and pushing him against the wall, my lips landed on his neck, my tongue and teeth shy of only seconds.

The smaller boy brought me closer via the tugging of his leg against the back of mine, massaging my scalp with sloppy loops and curves. My head rocked as I sucked on his neck, slowly and thickly. Thumbing his ear, I sucked on his flesh, which I knew well was extremely delicate, with a burning intensity. He, unlike me, had forgotten about what had happened just before. The hikari rubbed his cheek against the side of my head, his hips not far from doing the same to my lower regions.

And I tried my best to hold back. I really did. I tried to hold back my own urges, my needs, but to be so close, so, so close, I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to, you know, make it seem like Ryou and I had done something; the red blotch on the boy's neck the telltale sign. It would appear odd if it looked as if we only talked. Right? Right? Whatever. Believe as you wish. I refuse to think that I wanted to, from the start, kiss him. It was not that. But one might be a bit skeptical as my hands guided themselves up his sleeveless tee and fishnets, easily feeling out every tiny bump underneath. Ryou gasped as my fingers breezed over his chest, applying pressure to his hardening nipples. A moan vibrated to my ears as my knee bent up between my light's legs.

But this still wasn't enough for my ever-growing desire. I strayed to his belt and unbuckled it. There was silent 'slish' as I pulled out the fabric out of the belt loops. Now without the trouble of the binding belt, I freely undid his pants button, never once thinking about the outcome of this stunt. Ryou, surprisingly, was into it all. The second I pulled down his zipper, he grabbed my hand and led it to the top of his now exposed boxers. They were different from those he wore in the morning. They were a blood red, slightly brighter than his tank top. Like puppets on strings, my eager digits played with its elastic. My palm was flat against his stomach as he slid my hand into his boxers.

Earlier today, I lied. I said that if there was a prize for perfect timing, an award, or just a plaque or something, let it be bestowed to the gracious hands of Joey. I flat-out lied. Big time. Because just as Ryou threw his head back into the wall, lo and behold, the door opens. My, I never knew Yuugi's eyes could grow so big and his mouth, so wide. To think that with Yami as a lover, he would be a little less of a prude.

As expected from the shorter teen, whose height now rivaled that of Serenity (finally), he began stumbling over incoherent words. I promptly removed my hand from my hikari's undergarment and walked over to the sink, my eyes rolling in their sockets as Yuugi continued stuttering. After twisting the knob for hot water and dispensing a drop of soap onto the cracks between my fingers, I washed my hands, to be polite more than anything. "…I had to use the bathroom. Sorry that I, hmm, interrupted."

"It's okay, Yuugi." I turned around and faced the rosy-cheeked youth. "You reminded me that I needed to leave."

Both boys looked at me. One of them was having trouble breathing without panting or sucking for breath. The same male had already fixed his clothes and was trying to hide the deepening hickey on his neck. The pharaoh's light asked, "What?"

I wiped my wet hands on the seat of my pants. "Yeah. I forgot I had a meeting with Mrs. Kenyon. I have to get a new thesis for our paper because the stupid bitch didn't like my first one." I hated using Mrs. Kenyon like this. I liked her, and I was one of the top students in all her classes. But I knew that the purple-eyed light held resentment for her. Blaming her was the only thing I would think of at the moment.

It worked. Yuugi nodded, his eyebrow twitching. "Totally understand." What had she done to the boy for her to hate her so much? Heh, I wouldn't be surprised if she caught Yuugi and his dork doing something they weren't supposed to and got detention. Wait. Wait a second. Didn't the hikari start hating her around the time he and Yami started having sex? Ha. I guess I was right. What an interesting development.

I smiled, walking toward the kid, and the exit, when Ryou grabbed my wrist. "Bakura, you don't—."

"Let go, my little Ryou. I must see the teacher. We can always talk, later. Unless you want to talk here in front of Yuugi?"

Violet eyes flashed between the two fair males in the room. As Ryou's grip faltered, Yuugi hesitantly said, "Really, did I intrude on anything? Because if I did, I can easily—."

"It's, it is okay. Bakura, he needs to go. I, I understand. We could always talk later. You read way too much into things, Yuugi." He didn't look my way the entire time he was talking. His thin neck was already bruising.

"Okay, I must leave. See you later, Yuugi. Ryou." And with that, I pushed the door to the bathroom open and left the two hikaris.

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A/N: Honestly, I had so many problems writing this (have I been saying this a lot, or is it just me?). For a while, I had no clue what I was going to write. But then, when I started, I would write half a page, page, and then I wouldn't be able to write for a week. But I am happy with (most of) this chapter. I am glad I was able to write everyone in the gang to have words (if it wasn't for this chapter, Yuugi, Honda and Otogi would have never been seen and Seto would have appeared, but had said nothing. Silly, huh?) Well, see you soon! Last chapter coming up! Hope to hear from ya!