Neko: Last chapter was sweet, no?

Malik: hugs Bakura yay I'm engaged to a psychopath!

Bakura: I'll take that as a compliment.

Yami: glares at neko you like torturing innocent souls don't you

Neko: You're not innocent, but yes.

Yuugi: sweat drop

Chapter Six

Your teddy bear will reveal that he is pregnant and will require counseling.

Yami passed the Kame Game Shop on his way home. Inside he heard giggling, and sighed. Yuugi would get along just well with out him, now he had Ryou, that bastard. And he soon suspected that they were an item already. Just as Yuugi was with him, maybe Yami was a pawn in Yuugi's game. Even though Yuugi might never seem like that type of person. He kept walking. Maybe he should have stayed at the bar, gotten drunk off his ass, and then screwed some random whore.

Yuugi had tears in his eyes; his face was of pure joy, and torment. Ryou was tickling him relentlessly.

"R-Ryou, onegai, s-stop!" He said in between giggling fits.

"Never!" Ryou declared. He was mounted atop Yuugi's lap.

Yuugi pouted. "If you don't I shall die!" He said dramatically and let his body go limp. Ryou poked Yuugi's temple.

"Okay I'll stop." He sighed in a defeated manner.

Yuugi miraculously jumped back to life and smiled brightly. "Sorry to spoil your fun." He said sweetly, still lying on the floor with Ryou straddling him.

Ryou couldn't help to notice the compromising position they found themselves in. Yuugi panting below him, flushed, though unfortunately he was still fully clothed. Ryou hurriedly climbed off, cursing his body once again. Yuugi looked puzzled but rolled over on his stomach, he stared cutely at Ryou.

"So what do you want to do now?" He asked.

Ryou shrugged, he too was on his stomach. He sighed and a light blush adorned his face. "Actually Yuugi, I have something to tell you."

Yuugi looked concerned. The way Ryou said it you'd think he were about to announce someone's death.

"What is it Ryou?"

"Umm.. how can I put this..." Ryou was now blushing worse than a ripe tomato. It didn't have a good contrast against his pale hair.

Yuugi rolled onto his side, his face was uncomfortably close to Ryou's. Ryou wanted nothing more than to throw Yuugi on his back and make love to him. But he had more integrity than that. So instead he just leaned closer until his lips briefly met with Yuugi's. It was pure bliss, a shock wave of happiness and triumph ran through his body like wild fire. He never wanted that feeling to go away. But alas it lasted as long as the kiss, less than a second.

Yuugi was shocked, to say the least. His face was now about as red a Ryou's.

"Umm...does, does that mean.."

Ryou nodded. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

Yuugi smiled and didn't hesitate to exclaim. "Sure!"

Ryou beamed and hugged Yuugi tightly. "You don't know how happy you just made me." He said quietly into Yuugi's ear. Yuugi shivered.

And how perhaps it was time for his fun. Ryou pushed Yuugi down to the floor, pinning him.

"Ryou?"

"I won't hurt you, we'll stop whenever you want."

Yuugi nodded. It was about time some of his naietivity was lost. It got him into to much trouble. And if he were to be a new him, then almost all of it was to be gone. He had to be strong, and not think about Yami for a second. Yami would be but a mere sad shadow in the darker depths of his mind. He squealed. Ryou's hot mouth had descended on his thin neck and had started to suck on it ever so slightly. Yuugi had to admit this really did feel good.

Yami reached home in low spirits, his face was downcast, and even his hair seemed to droop from its normally upright state. His soul was dead without Yuugi, he just realized. He felt, empty, without the shorter boy.

Yami sighed. He needed to take his mind off Yuugi, even if it was for a minute. Dwelling wasn't good for his mental health, if he had any left.

As he suspected, his home was completely void of any signs of moving life. His parents were always at work when he came home from school. So taking this to his advantage Yami pulled off his shirt and dumped it carelessly on the couch, then proceeded to walk upstairs, dropping other articles of clothes on the floor in his wake until he made it, all naked into the bathroom.

He set the temperature until steam engulfed the small room and stepped in, hissing as the boiling water made contact with his skin. It felt good though. How he wished all of his problems could drain away like the soapy water. Yami closed his ruby eyes as more hot drops pelted his raw skin. If there were anything I could do to get Yuugi back I would. Yami never was one to believe in god, but if there was one, then he prayed he would give him another chance. Yuugi's sweet voice and too-cute face never left his head. Yami banged his fist against the baby blue tiles. He opened his eyes, fury raging behind in crimson depths. He stood there for a while longer until he felt as if his skin would fall off because of the hot temperature.

He shut off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his slim waist. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He look just like Yuugi, but with a few distinct differences. His eyes were more narrow, and his face was less cherubic and more angular, and there were more streaks of blonde in his hair, he could easily pass as Yuugi's twin brother. He growled and punched the mirror. Shards of sharp glass pierced his skin, allowing crimson blood to flow down his arm and drip on to the navy carpet. Yami watched in morbid fascination at how red his blood seemed to be, and realized that this physical pain was dulling his confusions regarding Yuugi. He basked in the pain until a shrill ringing snapped him out of his masochistic trance.

He sighed and let his injured arm drop beside him, and made his way to the living room. He figured he'd have to clean up his mess soon before his parents came home. They'd ask questions. Not that they wouldn't' when they found a broken bathroom mirror.

"Hello?" He asked, with a depressing sigh.

"Yami?"

Yami rolled his eyes, he really wasn't in the mood to talk to Marik right now.

"What do you want?" He hissed.

"What's wrong Yami? You sound like you're in pain."

Yami cursed the day in which he met Marik. They had met in pre-school and since that day they were inseparable. They even went out once.

"How do you always know?"

Marik chuckled. "It's the tone of your voice. Yami, I know you too well."

Yami couldn't help but smile. "Yes you do.

"Now tell me what did you do?"

Yami let himself collapse bonelessly on the couch, he began to pick at stray shards of glass still embedded in his hand. And for some reason he enjoyed the way it sent sharp pains up and down his arm.

"I punched a mirror." He said casually, still picking.

But Marik obviously thought this was anything but casual.

"You did WHAT?" He yelled into the receiver.

Yami held the phone about a foot away from his face. "Don't yell." He scolded.

But Marik didn't listen. "Why the fuck did you go and do that for?" Don't tell me you're going to go all suicidal on me now. And for what? Because Yuugi won't forgive you? That's pathetic Yami."

Yami growled. "And so what? Yuugi means too much to me. I can't go on knowing that he'll always resent me, hate me, for what I did to him."

Marik sighed. "I know what you mean. Ryou means that much to me too, but do you see me going to break a mirror?"

Yami yelled in frustration. "You don't get it! When ever I look into the mirror I see Yuugi! The Yuugi that I will never have. Why? ALL BECAUSE OF MY FUCKING STUPIDITY!" And without warning he hung up the phone.

He started picking more harshly at the glass. I just need one last chance. He felt something wet on his. He was crying again. What was up with him and doing it so often now days? He was such a pansy.

Yuugi sat back in bed. He was happy, he had a boyfriend, how would never betray him, never cheat, and never lie to him. It's what he wanted. To be loved and respected. He sighed, but he felt as if something were missing. Something big that once a certain something could provide. It was as if a part of him were empty. He turned around. And saw his reflection. Yami. He thought. He closed his amethyst eyes and saw the pitiful Yami that had come panting at his door step alongside Ryou. And the words he had said were haunting him. They sounded so sincere. And he had been crying, it looked as if he were close to begging on his knees. I really don't' know what to believe.

The next morning Yami had his hand wrapped in bandages and his bathroom was back to normal, with the exception of a missing mirror. It was Friday, last day of the week. Marik come over just to give him a wake up call. But Yami could tell that he blonde psychotic friend was just concerned about him.

Yami glanced down at the pavement sourly. Yuugi would be somewhere in the halls of hell (school). The spiky haired teen was half hoping he'd run into his shorter counterpart, but the other half also wanted Yuugi to come up to him. He didn't need to be told three times that Yuugi had feelings for him. He had forgotten that fact the previous night, but that didn't mean that he had Yuugi's sympathy. Where there is love there is hate, and there definitely was hate somewhere amongst Yuugi kind smile that he used to deceive that world.

And much to his faint delight, and displeasure there was Yuugi walking into the front gates with Ryou behind him, his hand clasped tightly onto his. Yami felt his blood boiling. His hatred for Ryou growing even greater, and Marik obviously wasn't very happy either.

"You know Yami, we can sit here and watch this lovey dovey relationship, or we can just mess with fait to tip the scales in our favor." Observed Marik.

Yami gave him an odd look. "And since when did you learn to play with such big words." He teased.

Marik glared. Yami just gave a smile and looked ahead. "I promised myself last night that I wouldn't' mess with Yuugi anymore, if he ever wants to talk to me, I'll be waiting with open arms. And even though this hurts, you're right."

Marik gave his friend a hug, "Finally something I said has an impact, you really are loosing your touch Yami."

Marik was glad. They were going back to their old tactics, teasing each other relentlessly.

So far all morning Yuugi hadn't seem any traces of Yami. Maybe he was avoiding him. Yuugi held back the urge to scoff. How could I be stupid enough to even think that he was being truthful, I'm nothing but a bug to him. I should be more faithful to Ryou. He cares. He turned to look at the boyfriend who was busy with another sketch. It was a miracle this boy was passing with a 3.0 Grade Point Average. Yuugi leaned over to get a better view and blushed. It was of him and Ryou, holding hands and waving at the camera. Ryou looked beside him and gave Yuugi a quick peck on the cheek.

"I got bored." He commented.

Yuugi smiled. But even though Ryou seemed to help that lonely spot in his soul, it was only temporary. He still felt, alone, in a way. What's missing?

The small boy looked back on those few dates he had gone out with Yami on. He had felt complete then. Not that he hadn't felt complete before. But when Yami came into his life, there was something about him that made Yuugi want to be near him. And that frustrated the young teen to no end. Yami's nothing more than a cheat who likes toying with people for his own fun. He convinced himself.

Ryou took a worried glance at Yuugi who was slightly banging his head on his desk top.

"Yuugi?" He whispered so as not to catch the teacher's attention.

Yuugi looked up, feeling a bit dazed.

"Is something wrong?" He white haired bishi asked.

Yuugi mouthed a silent 'no' and went back to resting his head on the cool polished wood.

As the day dragged on Yami was becoming more anxious, he hadn't seen Yuugi all day, and he had actually taken time to look for him during lunch, with the excuse of not wanting to see Malik and Bakura have a little snog fest. He came back crestfallen, but it was expected. And as he sat on a bench out side the campus, watching students rush out, he wondered if he saw Yuugi what would he say? How would Yuugi react? Would the smaller teen even give him a second glance?

Yami got his answer in a very odd way. He saw Yuugi, laughing with Ryou, they were still holding hands like in the morning. And as soon as ruby met amethyst, Yuugi held out the middle finger and returned to Ryou who was now nipping at his ear lobe.

Yami sent the albino a death glare to end all death glares. Marik picked that time to come up behind him.

"Don't tell me you still don't want to mess with fate?"

"Marik maybe you better stop listening to all those cock-and-bull stories Isis feeds you."

Isis was Marik's older sister who was taking a college course on Egyptology, ((AN:I don't know if there is such a thing 'cuz I'm in high school, but let's just say there is.)) and believed in the ancient Egyptian fairy tails. She constantly preached to her two younger brothers about how fate was not to be messed with.

Marik smirked. "So what if I don't want to?"

Yami rolled his eyes. "I think I've caused Yuugi enough." Maybe I should let this go.

Marik seemed to read along the same lines. "Then explain why you refuse to put it behind

you." He accused.

Yami shrugged. "Because I'm jealous." He wasn't afraid to admit that.

"Exactly. Now c'mon! I want Ryou away from the midget."

Yami growled. "Don't you dare call Yuugi a midget."

Marik smirked playfully. "I will if you don't come with me."

Yami pouted. "You really have known me for too long. But promise we'll go vandalize the school building after this. I was blow off some steam." He looked at Marik who was giving him a seductive glance.

Yami glared. "And no I don't want it that way."

It was Marik's turn to pout.

Yuugi plopped down on the couch, giggling madly, Ryou's face was flushed and he was playfully glaring at his boyfriend.

"You are pure evil Yuugi."

Yuugi only laughed harder. He really never thought he had it in him to embarrass another person.

"You know Ryou, you really do look cute in those boxers. Chibi change of heart. Kawaii."

Ryou stuck out his tongue. "Like yours are any better?"

Yuugi nodded and walked up to Ryou placing a kiss on his lips. "Yes they are. Dark Magician is a lot better than Change of heart."

Ryou gave an indignant look. "How?"

"He's hot."

Ryou snickered. Yuugi gave a cute pout and wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist.

"You're hot too." He added as an after thought. Ryou beamed.

And without warning Yuugi pulled down Ryou's pants again.

"YUUGI!"

((An: Don't ask why I put that there. I guess I just wanted Yuugi to be a little more brave. Plus, I ran out of ideas.))

Yuugi had no idea how, but somehow his little prank had turned into a food fight. He smiled. It was worth it though, even if his grandfather had gone completely mad with rage. He was beginning to like Ryou more.

Yami sat in bed, satisfied with how the rest of his day went. They had followed Yuugi around town, albeit reluctantly at first. Who knew Yuugi actually had the guts to pants someone in the middle of the street then go running around like an idiot screaming random comments about food and it's plot to take over the world.

The ordeal left Yami with an even greater desire to claim Yuugi for his own, this hyper version was somewhat of a turn on, he discovered. Marik figured that a bit of vandalizing would help him feel better. Yami felt sorry for the people who were on the swimming team.

Ruby eyes turned to face the electric clock. It read 12:30. Yami rolled over again. Maybe Marik's right. Yuugi's too good for Ryou. Hell, he's too good for me, but since when did I start sitting by the sidelines. Yami cursed his stupidity, again. Love wasn't worth going depressed and suicidal. No matter how much you loved someone. But it is worth fighting for. Goddamn does Marik always have to be right? He cursed his best friend. Gomen, Ryou but Yuugi will be mine. He'll forgive me, or I'll die trying.

All's fair in love and war…

Neko: Man this chapter SUCKED!

Yuugi: being hugged by Ryou

Yami: At least she's being nice. What did I do?

Neko: You were starting to pity me.

Yami: growl bitchy authoress.

Ryou: Don't mind him, he's just jealous because Yuugi loves me more.

Neko: Runs from Yami AHHHH! Review, before Yami kills me!