Alright. Here I am. Back again. I realize now that I did loose my temper a little bit. I wasn't having that great of a day. u.u But! Now I'm back and I'd like to apologize to Chibi Sweetheart. I did not mean in any kind of way to make you feel bad or hurt your feelings, and I'm sure with my little rant, I did do that. So, I'm sorry. NOW! On with the show!

Chapter 4

"You…. WHAT?" Bakura's eyes widened a drastic amount as he reached up quickly, grabbing the bottle that sat on the bed. I took this chance to attempt to slip out from under him before he lost his temper. Tip-toeing to the door, I had almost made my escape before the bottle of laxative came sailing by my head, and crashed into the door. I 'eep'ed and turned around slowly to look at him, feeling the goosebumps beginning to go up my translucent arms.

Okay, Ryou… Maybe you're not such a genious anymore… I thought to myself quietly, careful to make sure Bakura didn't hear, because I was sure that would only enrage him more.

My Yami glared daggers at me, his hands clenched in fists so tightly, that his knuckles were turning white. I gulped and remained frozen, until he took one step forward, causing me to jump. When his other foot began to lift off the ground I made a run for it, running right through the door and sliding to a stop to make a sloppy turn towards the stairs. I looked over quickly and, of course, there he was, right on my tail, flying out of my room as I stampeded quickly down the stairs.

"Shit shit shit shit shit!" I yelled to myself, trying to quickly think of a plan. I was already wondering how the hell it was that, even in spirit form, I could slip so much on the tile floor. You would think that since I can walk through doors and walls in a form such as this, that I would be able to glide over the floor quite easily, but nooooo. Nothing's ever that easy. Especially when it comes to me needing to be easy.

Imade another turn to continue return up the steps, but that's when I realized, that if I did go that way, that I'd be stuck, therefore, I tried to turn around, but, damn the socks, and damn it all, I slipped and fell over at the foot of the stairs.

Bakura took this chance to pounce on me as I was attempting to sit up. The moment his hand grabbed onto my shoulder, I was in a solid body, and the force of his own flying against me sent my head flying back down to the floor. I don't know what happened next. All I felt was a searing pain in the back of my head and then something warm, running down the back of my neck.

The only thing I remember after that is Bakura, who was a very blurry figure as I opened my eyes for just a few moments, looking down at me with an usual expression on his face while I felt myself lift off the ground. Then it was dark.

The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital room, my head wrapped in bandages. The white walls, white ceiling, white bed sheets, all giving me a headache as soon as I opened my eyes. I let my gaze drift around the room for a moment, listening to the beeping of the machines beside my bed as I wondered what had happened. I had never angered Bakura to the extent of him injuring me so badly I had to go to the hospital. Maybe I had crossed a line?

Damn. Why was it always me who was getting beat up? Just then, the door handle turned and a kind looking nurse walked in, clipboard in hand. "Good morning." She said, cheerily, walking over to the devices beside the bed and writing down bits of information down.

"Morning." I said groggily, reaching up with one hand to rub the blur out of my eyes sleepily. "What happened?"

The nurse looked over at me for a moment. "That's what I'd like to know. You came in here with one nasty head wound though…"

"Head wound?"

She nodded. "You were bleeding pretty badly. We tried to ask the man who had brought you in what had happened. But he wouldn't say anything."

"He didn't say anything at all?" I had known that it was Bakura who had brought me to the hospital, but, seeing as how I could never see my Yami doing such a thing, I wanted proof.

"Nope. Nothing at all, except, 'It's none of your damned buisiness.'" She quoted this in such a gruff tone that that was all the proof I needed.

"Oh…"

"He was in here a minute ago… I don't know where he went though…" She said, looking about the room. "I'm assuming it was someone you knew. He slept here last night, didn't let go of your hand for one minute." She smiled, this bit of information startling me slightly as she walked to the door. "I'll go get you your breakfast."

I nodded and smiled in return and waited for her to close the door before letting my thoughts wander. All night? He held my hand? I stared at my motionless hand on the bed, lifting it up weakly to stare at it for a moment before letting it drop back down.

There's no way that was him…I thought quietly, sighing and closing my eyes.

"Loudmouth nurse…." A familiar voice sounded from beside me and I looked over quickly, spotting Bakura, in spirit form, standing in the corner of the room, arms crossed glaring daggers at the door.

"Bakura…." I couldn't think of anything to say. Here I was, in a hospital, my head wrapped in bandages, wearing nothing but a hospital gown beneath the paper thin sheets on the bed, and all I could say was 'Bakura'… How much more could I embarrass myself in one day.

"I honestly don't understand why they don't mind their own business…" He growled, never removing his gaze from the now closed door. After a moment of silence he looked over at me, his gaze full of anger, but there was a small tinge of another emotion there. I hadn't quite caught on to what it was yet. "What kind of idiot goes and cracks his head open?" He said, standing from his position leaning against the wall and walking over to sit on the chair beside the bed. He crossed his legs and arms, obviously waiting for an answer.

"You think I was planning on putting myself in the hospital?" I replied angrily, obviously catching Bakura off guard with my tone. "I think the person who's really to blame here is you."

"Me?" He answered, sounding genuinely surprised. "So I'm to blame for everything?"

"Yes. If you ask me you are." I attempted to sit up, and failed miserably, falling back on the bed. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even felt I had to prove anything to you."

"Prove anything? You have got to be kidding me! How is putting laxative in my dinner proving something?" He yelled angrily. I wouldn't let his temper get to me this time, however, and I replied in the same tone that he had to me.

"I felt like I had to prove to you that I'm not always easy to get to and I could piss you off just as easily as you do it to me!"

He was silent for a moment. "Don't do it again."

"Why? Because you hate the idea that I'm not the little pansy hikari you thought I was?"

"No… I.." He mumbled the rest of his sentence quietly, averting his gaze to the foot of the bed, and I couldn't hear anything he had said after those first two words.

"What did you just say?" I asked, thinking that he had simply agreed with my theory.

"I said…" Once again, he was impossible to hear.

"Dammit, Bakura. If you've got something to tell me, I suggest you say it loud enough for me to hear."

I could see the muscles in his shoulders tense up and he looked at me, causing me to think that he was going to hit me. "I SAID I WAS WORRIED FOR CHRISSAKE!" He yelled, standing up quickly. "First you go and crack your head open, and now you're going deaf! HOW THE HELL DID I GET STUCK WITH YOU?" He threw his arms up in defeat and grumbled some angry words beneath his breath before walking out of the room.

Awe! HOW SWEET! Baku-chan was worried! Of course, leave it up to the King of Thieves to insert some sort of negative phrase into such a sweet confession. u.u Oh well.. REVIEW PLEASE! n.n