Note: Ok, this idea popped into my head… it's a little different and it is based on the 'what happens afterwards,' you'll get what I'm talking about, but I think you'll like it, so enjoy.

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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 30: Death.

Word Count: 2,783
Rating: M

Warning(s): Watch out for time change/age, Yaoi, character death and a little supernatural.

Summary: "I still love you," Bakura whispered for the final time as he turned on his heels and walked away.

Chapters: 3/100

Chapter 3: Death.

A soft knock came at the door. "Sir?" followed the aged voice. The sounds echoed about the almost empty room. A dresser, a bed and a wardrobe were covered with large white sheets; the large open windows were stripped of their drapes letting in the barely there sunlight and the wooden floors were bare, hard and as cold as the house now looked and felt. "Everything is packed." The seemingly young man nodded his head without turning to look at his loyal servant and continued to stare out the window. "I'll go give everything another once over." He gave a slight nod of his head and turned to leave.

"Yugi," He called not moving at all from his place.

"Sir?" Yugi stopped in the doorway glancing at his employer for the last fifty something years.

"Is his room untouched?" He wished to leave that particular room as it was, as though the owner would being wanting to use it when he walked in through that front door.

"It is untouched as you ordered, Sir." Yugi replied and saw the black car pulling into their driveway. "I'll greet the driver." Yugi shuffled out of bedroom. Bakura wiped the stray tear from his cheek and followed Yugi downstairs.

He approached the car as Yugi held the umbrella over their heads and opened the door for him. "Where are we going again?" Bakura asked, it was the first time in so long that he was once again moving.

"To London, Sir." Yugi reminded him waiting patiently as always.

He glanced at his home for the past ninety eight years; the house was so full of memories and all of them were for the most part, happy ones. "Might I suggest a final goodbye?" Yugi said once they were both in the car.

Bakura nodded his head silently and watched his home until he could no longer see it.

The rain had started to fall once again as he entered the graveyard for the second time that month. He stood in front of a headstone with a red rose held in his long fingers. The smell of fresh soil and cut grass filled the air and mixed in with the rain. "We had a good full life, didn't we?" Bakura glanced down at the stone… he couldn't see how this justified something worth speaking to or how it resembled something of the person that lay beneath it. But, it was something at least. "Were you really happy with me?" He almost choked on his words and started to shake and fell to his knees. "I miss you." He gripped at the grass in his hands and bowed his head with his eyes shut. "I'm moving away, just thought you should know." A new wave of tears started to fall at the heavy feeling within his chest.

"Can I take this off now?" Malik whined from the passenger's side of the car, tugging a little at the blind fold.

"No, but feel free to remove anything else." Bakura chuckled but instantly stopped when Malik playfully hit him on the arm.

"Keep your eyes on the road and off my body." Malik titled his head towards the window when he felt the car stop and then glanced at the diver's side. "I'm not screwing you in the back seat so forget it." Malik blushed at that one incident of the police officer knocking on their car window. He had been so embarrassed where as Bakura didn't really seem to care and looked a little irritated that they had been interrupted and told to move on.

Malik jumped a little when his door was opened and hands on his arm and shoulder. "Watch your head." Bakura said guiding the barely twenty year old out of the car.

"My legs fell asleep." Malik laughed a little and stumbled on his feet, everything from his waist down was numb from the long drive and he was caught safely in Bakura's arms.

"Are you ready for this?" Bakura turned him about by the shoulders with a self satisfied grin and excitement.

"I'm not screwing you in the woods either." Malik shot down any perverted ideas Bakura may have had.

"Then, would you prefer to screwy me in there." Suddenly the blind fold fell away from Malik's eyes and he was staring at the most beautiful house he had ever seen. The double story house was something close to a cottage with full flowered gardens and creeping vines on the walls of the house.

"What is this?" Malik glanced at him confused.

"Your new home," Bakura handed him the keys to the front door and stepped back a little, that grin still in place. "It's all yours to do with as you wish."

"I knew there was a reason why I love you," Malik jumped into his arms kissing Bakura and making the older male fall against his car.

"Good," Bakura purred when his lips were free, "I would hated if you loved me for my personality." He said and suddenly he slipped alongside the car, Malik yelped loudly in fight as he landed on top of Bakura on the ground.

"I think my ass broke," Bakura groaned out as he rubbed at his rear-end and Malik fell into a fit of laughter.

"That's a shame then," Malik pouted and both glanced over as the movers pulled up. Malik knew they were moving, but he had thought it was to that small two bedroom apartment in the city. "I guess I'll have to get my kicks at staring at their asses instead." Malik glanced at his lover who was still laying on the ground under him. "Since yours is broken and nothing is hotter than watching cute guys move stuff." Malik sighed very amused as he stood up.

Bakura was up on his feet and walking by Malik towards the truck glaring at the other men. Malik bit his lip and held in his laugh. His eyes glued to Bakura's rear end whenever the opportunity came up.

Five days it took them to unpack everything and Malik had the house, warm, welcoming and comfortable. Bakura was more than pleased as it was something he lacked with that touch when fixing up a place to live in.

Bakura glanced up as Malik slid onto his lap his knees digging into the back of the couch his fingers entangled into Bakura's white hair. "Let's see." Malik smirked wriggling a little on his lap and making Bakura purr. "It's late; the baby is fast asleep… and snoring." They both looked over to see their newly brought great dane puppy out cold by the fire to keep warm. "And I can at least think of four very good and pleasurable reasons on why you should come to bed."

"I can think of six," Bakura growled playfully as he shifted both of them onto the floor. Malik's happy and delightful laughs filled just about every corner of the house. The puppy opened his eyes and was met with his two Master's making out and playing about on the floor.

He got up with a wag of his tail and bounded over and stuck his noise where it wasn't welcome. "FUCKING HELL RUPERT!" Bakura yelped at the cold noise on his heated skin. "Out!" He growled in annoyance and Malik held in his chuckle. The dog Malik named Rupert from a favorite bedtime book.

Bakura cringed at the thought of Malik seeing what had become of his home, how cold and unlived it now looked and never again would there be life living within those walls. "I can't live there without you anymore, I tried too… but it hurts too much." Bakura sat on the damp grass and the rain fell a little heavier. The few people that had been there visiting loved ones long gone or just passed away, were starting to leaving for home.

Two young women started to argue, it brought a small smile to Bakura's lips. "Another thing I'll miss about you." It may have been odd but he missed the arguments they had and even more so on the making up parts afterwards.

Bakura ducked as the vase, book, two cups and even a boot that was thrown at him, all hitting the wall behind him. "How many times have I told you to stop pressuring me about it?!" A mid thirty year old Malik yelled enraged at having this very old and strenuous conversation. Rupert fled the room in fight and seeking protection and comfort from Yugi.

"It's nothing." Bakura yelled back holding onto his anger the best he could, not understanding completely on why Malik didn't want to or why he was so afraid of being changed. "I went through it." Bakura reminded him of what he was.

"And can you even remember what your personality was before your change?" Malik kept the coffee table and couch between them. Bakura was silent though his eyes and expression said no. "Thought so." Malik roughly ran both hands through his hair. "There is no guarantee that I will be the same." Malik shot back.

"You always throw that into the conversation." Bakura hissed back.

"Because," Malik yelled holding back tears that had gathered in his eyes and had been there since Bakura brought it up, "I don't think you can understand!" Malik shot back hoping it would hit through that sometimes thick skull of his lover.

"Then why don't you explain it to me or are you just too chicken to go through with it." The words had barely left Bakura's mouth when he was ducking from a book flying his way.

"You're so stupid and arrogant!" Malik yelled at him infuriated, hurt and exhausted all at once. "I don't want to lose you over something you are being selfish about." Malik stormed from the living room… maybe one day he would explain it to his nine hundred year old lover.

"What the fuck is wrong with living forever?" Bakura yelled after him, he couldn't help it, Malik wasn't getting any younger. Bakura growled cursing himself and wanting to beat his head in for upsetting his Malik yet again.

Bakura was soaked right through as he sat before the stone tracing out the engraved black markings that formed Malik's name. "Sir?" Yugi called. "It's raining." Bakura didn't feel cold or uncomfortable from being wet as his mind remembered hot passion filled nights and a very playful and generally happy Malik. Yugi was worried for the other's health. "You might get sick." A new waved had came forth within him and tears refreshed the old tracks down his cheeks to be partly washed away by the rain, Thoughts he wished to forget came forward like a charging bull.

The quiet of the house was shattered by the shrill sound of the fire-alarm; Bakura dropped his book in the living room and ran through the house. "Yugi?!" He called for help just incase it was too big to handle on his own or if the older servant was cooking in the kitchen.

Yugi came in through the front door looking confused and worried as he followed Bakura into the kitchen to see the stove in flames and Malik standing to close as if he didn't see the fire or feel the heat. Yugi rushed for the fire-extinguisher. "Malik!" Bakura pulled him away as Yugi put the fire out. "Damn it!" Bakura growled at him holding Malik by the shoulders and looking him over for burns. Not seeing any he quested him, "What were you trying to do? Burn the house down?"

"I…" Malik glanced about as if seeing where he was for the first time and glanced at Bakura a little puzzled. "I was outside working on the motorbike." He lifted his oil-greased covered hands.

"It's alright." Bakura hugged him and thought nothing of it until it happened more and more. It was small things at first, like Malik forgetting what he was doing, where he was going, who he was talking to… but never once had Bakura been asked by Malik on who he was. Bakura put it down to Malik wasn't as young as he once was, as he was now in his late forties.

Everything went downhill, Rupert passed away from old age and Malik over the years became worse within the mind. Doctors called it Alzheimer's disease and Malik was never again to do anything or be on his own again. Time had its way with Malik, he got older and older by the year and Bakura still held his youth of a mid-twenty year old man.

Bakura lifted his head up as the door to his bed room swung open and a doctor stepped out into the hallway with a not so positive look. "There isn't any more we can do but make him as comfortable as possible."

Bakura swallowed around the hard and rather large lump in his throat. "Is he awake?" He asked.

"Yes, but keep it short he needs his rest." Bakura nodded his thanks and entered the dimly lit room. There on the bed Malik lay fragile and weak as time had ravaged his body. Malik's once strong beating heart was irregular, his hands that once could put any surgeon to shame shook with a slight case of Parkinson's. His hair hadn't changed much but for the colour, and his eyes were the same. His natural tan had faded somewhat from spending so much time indoors… oh but how Bakura still loved him.

"Malik?" Bakura sat on the bed taking the other's hand in his own, bright light lavender eyes slowly opened, they were the only visible things left of Malik that hadn't changed, they were bright and untouched by time unlike the rest of his body. "The doctor said you…"

"I still marvel at how you never aged," Malik's voice was soft and smooth, Bakura smiled as he took in the sight of his lover… no more was Malik's hair that odd sandy blonde, it was white and gray, his face held more wrinkles these days and he was less mobile and he slept most of his time away.

"That's the vampire in me," Bakura whispered back leaning his top half slightly over the other to look him in the eyes better. Bakura knew it was too late to change Malik into what he was. There were so any times he could have forced Malik and changed him into a Vampire by force… but his love for the Human respected his wishes no matter how much it affected him emotionally to forever keep his lover with him.

"It surprised me more that you never left me." Tears formed and rolled out from the corner of Malik's eyes and ran into his hair, not once had Bakura been unfaithful to him in the long years they had been together.

"No," Bakura shook his head. "There is no one out there that could replace you and I don't have the room in my heart for another." He brushed the white hair from Malik's eyes, there was still so much Bakura wanted to say and tell Malik, as the 'I love you.' that was so frequently spoken between to the two seemed that it hadn't been said enough. "There has only and always will be you."

"I'm old." Malik had a small awareness of what had been between Bakura and himself, and now he felt guilty as he had aged so much and how well Bakura had taken care of him for the most parts of his life and loved him to fill five life times.

"No," Bakura shook his head. "You're still that same boy I caught trying to steal my car and fell in love with." Malik gave a small smirk.

"I remember." An old spark flared up in Malik's eyes and for a moment he didn't feel his age upon him. "You couldn't keep your eyes off my ass as they arrested me."

Bakura laughed, "It was the cutest ass I had seen in a long time."

"But the look on the cop's face when you asked if you could keep the handcuffs and with me still locked in them." Malik gave a small laugh along with Bakura. "They were my happiest days." Malik told him with a sigh. A short pause of silence passed between them, "I'm so tired, Bakura." Malik whispered.

"Then sleep my love," Bakura said as he lent up and as he kissed Malik lovingly on the forehead, tears filled his eyes as his lover was drifting off into an endless sleep.

"I understand now Malik." Bakura placed down his rose at the base of the tombstone and stood up. This was what Malik had feared most, this sorrowful pain of outliving everyone around him. Bakura didn't resent him or nor did he see it as a weakness. "I still love you," Bakura whispered for the final time as he turned on his heels and walked away.

OMG -sniffs- this idea came to me a few days ago, I had written at least four of these death ones, but none came out as good as this one, anyway Reviewing makes a happy LadyGodess. (Love, Cookies and Cake)