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Currently, I am writing in different styles that even I get confused which one is what. I apologize for writing carelessly and I hope my little guide can help you out.

In my stories, most of the time- when there's a point of view, it changes characters. (Like Seto first, Jou next, then Seto, after Jou- a pattern basically)

In chapter nine, we start off with a little intro like every other chapters, then we go onto Seto's p.o.v. about Mokuba's death, funeral and onto his beginning of "bets" he makes to buy people, and thoughts of Jou's first meeting.

Then we go to Jou, who remembers a time (after his dad finally goes to jail) he lays in bed, almost hallucinating blood stains, wakes up thinking it's Seto but finds its Bakura instead, explaining only partially to Bakura what exactly happened.

In the same point of view, but in three days difference, Jou is still at Bakura's house- well used to until Seto comes to meet him. Jou fears that he's hallucinating and tries to touch him, now realizing he's actually there- Seto himself, almost hating him for being so late. And he told me one thing.

We change to Seto's point of view with his thoughts and explanations of Jou.

I love you. Now in Jou's p.o.v., Seto confesses his love, something he couldn't do to Mokuba (even if it was just brotherly love) and Jou whispers it back.

Wow- it's actually fun organizing my own chapters.

I am so sorry! I hope this chapter won't be so confusing. I am too hasty.

Thank you for still reading my stories even if it's so damn confusing, and I'll try my best to improve!

Hold me close, don't ever let me go.

Hold me closer, don't ever let me go.

Sold Love

"Ahem,"

His gentle reminder planted a smile on each other's faces. Bakura was against the door, smiling at the view in front of him. He knew something like this would happen- right ahead of his nose. But for this jealous man, it truly wasn't something he'd like to see. From those three days he spent with Jou- something he never felt grew on him, slowly and slowly only he didn't notice until now. Then seeing him hug an uncertain man who he knew for the longest time, and everything about him- even his bloody damned heart. He'd probably let go of this questioning feeling, emotions he'd ignore since they were so fucking annoying, but.

He didn't want to.

Not to Seto Kaiba at least.

"What are you doing here?"

Bakura spoke in pride, since he knew it was always him that broke through Kaiba's mansion. Seto let go of the firm grip around Jou's waist and held onto his hand even more tightly.

"I'll be leaving."

He spoke shortly, pulling onto Jou's hands out of the room- then facing Bakura's cold face, still standing to block the door.

"Not with him."

He spoke words he had no intention of saying.

It probably was rivalry he planted in his heart for years, or even jealousy that made him the rude idiot he was- or even the crazy thing people always talk about-

Love.

"B-Bakura,"

Jou felt like a dog, changing masters from one to one- staying in random houses which he had no idea until this crazy change in his life. Maybe he can now speak.

"I'll just-"

"He's coming with me."

And never mind. Seto can do whatever talking he pleased.

"Jou, look at me."

Jou looked at Bakura immediately. Shit, talking about being a dog.

"Are you sure you want to go back with him?"

He spoke in doubt and questioning matter which Jou all hated. It reminded him of everything before this incident, the fight and tears-

What Seto did,

It all came back in a single breath, that as soon as he blinks he felt his tear fall down his cheeks.

"B-But, I c-can't just,"

Seto's eyes widened, looked deeply into Jou's thoughts slowly and slowly letting go of that hand he firmly held onto. He was sure that he'd come back to that house with him, he was sure nothing would change between them but-

"You don't have to go yet, you can still stay you know."

Bakura kept talking of possible conclusions, which wasn't really the solution. But it was just a selfish thought, bringing both Seto and Jou deeply into doubts.

And then he said it.

"What about me? You're going to just leave me like that?"

Seto's eyes met Bakura's, almost furiously and concrete. Jou opened his eyes, began to rub on it softly and looked at Bakura- noticing the cold air through his fingers that once was secured from Seto's single touch.

"Shut up. Jou, let's go."

He held Jou's cold hands once again, only slipping and rejected.

"N-No. I-I'll go l-later."

For a minute he felt brave. He spoke what he wanted, not caring if he would be harassed or not. Instead he held onto Bakura's long shirt and looked at Bakura, then at Seto.

"I'll go later. I d-don't feel good."

He lied.

He ate his painkillers a while ago; the medicine already worked its magic. He was fine, not even a headache was near him, but he tried to cover his lies with the dark secrets resting on his honey eyes. Against the painful blue ones.

Seto slightly looked at his empty hand, realizing how that warm hand and grasp just disappeared. He almost felt Bakura's laugh near him, smirking at him whether if it was a joke or not. He hated it, never felt like this before. Beyond a jealous rage, this was losing, losing something he never wanted to lose ever again.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

He wanted to get him back, even force him to get out of this damned place but he chose not to. Since he already tried, he didn't want to. He left the room, this time Bakura cleanly moving away and the two men heard the door tightly close.

"Bakura, I love him."

"I know."

He neither spoke with utter confidence, no pain nor distresses but just a chance to win again. Bakura slowly held onto the smaller hands on his shirt and pulled onto Jou closer to hug him, maybe like how Seto hugged- but Jou knew it was different. He knew Seto's was surpassing.

Seto's P.O.V.

Why is it that he went back to him?

Did I say something wrong? Was I too aggressive; am I worse than that bastard?

Fuck.

Why the fuck would you go back to him?

I miss you.

So damn much that I would die to see you again and I finally got the chance to. Then I thought this might be the day you'll come back to me again, I would've never let you go.

Then why did I?

I should've kept hugging you, keeping you within me, where I can touch you and hold you tight- kissing you and loving you like I always wanted to but,

Shit.

"Jou, his car is still outside."

"Fuck. Why isn't he leaving?"

"I think he's going to stay here until tomorrow."

They both stared out the window, down to a long black limo. It's been past 9 p.m., and the car didn't nudge only still parked in the same place. Jou was scared, ever since he left he felt an intimate, broken feeling- beginning to worry about him.

"That's it, I'm going down-"

"No. He's coming tomorrow."

"Bakura," He almost yelled out, trying to fight back.

"Tomorrow."

He spoke shortly; almost giving a glimpse of his cold side he always showed Seto, but never Jou.

"Good night, Jou."

He walked out of his room, but Jou still touched the window and looked underneath to see the car he knew the man would be in.

It was indescribable. He obviously loved that man, even through the fights and scars; he knew they'd be both healed some day. But he didn't want to leave this place, which welcomed him and cared for him. Suddenly the window of the car's last seat opened, exposing a lean arm with a white cigarette hanging. Though he couldn't see the empty smoke from the tip, he could smell the certain scent mixing with Seto's aura- then his kisses he haven't met for some time now. And now he knew, he will go to Seto no matter what.

"Good night, Seto."

He whispered, slowly meeting his lips onto the cold glass he was slowly caressing.

The morning was quiet; both men knew it would be. After a shower, changes of clothing- Jou was out ready sitting on the sofa, just patiently waiting, from time to time looking at the limo. Bakura somehow felt this anxiety in his heart, something nervous and hesitating, for the first time.

He knew what to do.

Finally after a time footsteps grew Jou couldn't hear from his train of thoughts and Bakura stood up. The footsteps were closer to Jou, as well as Bakura got closer to Jou. The door knocked, Bakura held onto Jou's wrists. Jou slowly yelled, Bakura leaned, and he finally screamed the door was force opened only to see something Seto last expected to see. Jou moaned out, as Bakura kissed him steady and demandingly.

"S-Stop…"

Jou spoke in weak and restless words.

He didn't want to be forced again- slowly opening his eyes, only realizing Seto in front of his naked body ashamed and broken. Seto threw in a punch at Bakura, which he knew Bakura was dominant over Jou.

Jou heard Bakura slowly smirk, as he watched Seto carry Jou out of the house.

Then he could only say one thing to Seto. Maybe something he always wanted to say.

"I'm Sorry.

GOSH. I REALLY LOVE BAKURA! I'M NOT ANTI-BAKURA OR ANYTHING, SO PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR MAKING BAKURA A MEAN ONE! I told you this was angst. ;) heh. Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reviews! If it was confusing, I'd be pleased to explain it again! THANK YOU!