Okay, all my boringness is over. Here is a chapter to tease the lovely reviewers who claimed that they indeed wanted a 'Lemon' at the end. Very well. Out of my entire five reviews FOUR actually agreed to have one. Works for me. Mind you, if you DISAGREE to having one at all LET ME KNOW!!

Yamiace1321: Do not fret; I have a feeling that there could be a possible three more chapters. And I might add an extra ending after my original one. So either way, you'll be free to choose which ending you wanna read. :D

Cybergoth: Welcome aboard, mate! Lol. I'm glad you like how I keep them guessing about Kura. You're the only one not to yell at me! Don't worry. My original ending was already leading up to a lemon. I had this story up posted before until FF pissed me off. So, everything is going to fit well. Thank you for your input.

Love'sBakura: Lol. I'm glad you like adding extra. By chance do you just wait for special editions just to see the extra commentary? I'm messin' with you. But I'll be happy to put in the extra work.

Youko's Kitsune Girl: You will read it and you WILL LIKE IT! Lol My lemon won't be in the middle of a chapter. It'll be one in itself so; you dun have to read it. And Bakura does come back in this chapter. XD

Ryou Hanasaki: O.O Well…then I guess I'll have to put a lemon in it. At least I know one person will read it! Lol Hooray!

12. A Midnight of Enchantment

1 Year Later

Everyone was busy celebrating today. Not only was it the day of recognition for Ryou's story. Well it wasn't only for his story personally; it was a show of a lot of books and novels. This was an award ceremony for the best selling stories around Japan. Ryou, though around the middle of the best sellers, was one none the less. When he found out he immediately called up Yami and Yugi. They called up their other friends who rushed out to congratulate him.

Once Seto found out he smiled and shook his head. Then snatching up the phone he punched in Ryou's number.

"Yeah I know! Hello?" Ryou laughed as he answered his phone.

"Never thought you would manage to get this far with your book. I'm proud of you man," Seto states.

Ryou is taken aback by the comment, "Well I wouldn't have gotten this far with out any of your guy's help."

"You know…I bought a copy myself. It was very nice Ry. I have to admit that you're quite the writer," Seto pauses to listen to the background noises on the other end of the line, "You at a party?"

"Well it's an award—" Ry begins shyly.

"Award!? No one ever told me about an award!"

"Well it's one of the best selling books of the year. I'm in the middle somewhere but a lot of authors here had read my book; even the lady who won fist-place. Her book was titled, A Midnight of Enchantment. It was like mine…only hers had a happy ending. The couple had a lot of hardships to get through and in the end their love prevails. It was good."

"Damn Ryou…I had no idea you would get this far. Ya know what, I'm going to send you on a trip—" Seto begins to exclaim.

"Huh? But Kaiba—"

"Quiet Ry. You deserve this. Remember three years ago at that surprise Christmas party? I told you that I was planning on sending you somewhere if you did well on your story. And you did. So this is my congrats gift for you," Seto sneers, proud of himself.

"Well…Kaiba, you really don't have to do that for me. The idea sounds lovely and all but…" Ryou says unsure of how to react.

"Just think of it as a meaning of our friendship," he says slowly.

The 24 year old shook his head, "Seto I think you're going over board with this trip. But if you say that, then you must really want me to go. I'll accept your present and go."

"Good. The place I'm sending you is called Okinawa Resort—"

"What!?" Ryou practically shouts, "that place is WAY to expensive!"

"You really deserve this Ry. Stop by my house tomorrow. We'll work out the details," Kaiba barely finishes his sentence before hanging up the phone.

Ryou groans and slumps in his chair. The award winner was still speaking. But his talk with Seto was no more than four minutes so it didn't matter.

'Okinawa Resort…that place is beautiful. It's the nicest beach resort in Japan,' Ryou thinks to himself. He closes his eyes and rests an elbow on the table. Inside, he couldn't wait to leave.

(Bakura's POV)

I've been watching the news more and more lately. Police are so stupid. They give away their positions and locations all the time. I just sit here in my dark room only leaving at night, sometimes not even then.

"It's hard to live like this," I curse under my breath. A salty scented wind blows my hair about. Tonight was one of the few times that I can actually get out of the shack I slink into during the day. "But I have to admit that it's much better than living in that Hellhole called Domino. The prison wasn't even the worst part of it all. Sure it was bad…but the worst thing that happened was Ryou."

I stood up and walked along the cool wet sand. Ever since I had left, Ry had been the only thing on my mind. Call it an obsession if you want, but I'm going to call this a long distance relationship. Obviously it doesn't mean much to my significant other because he hasn't come to look for me, but I can understand why.

"What in the hell made me want to touch him? Why was I so driven to hurt his delicate skin with my own?" I growl falling to my knees. I bury my face in my palms trying to sort out every reason why I would do it. I loved him so much, but was it the fact that I love him…I forced myself to crush his spirit day in and out? Or was it that I hated my father so much that I turned into him?

About ten minutes later I find myself resting against a rock. In a dazed stare I focused on the rising sun. I just sat there, thinking up every recallable memory I had. One thought caught my attention in particular.

There was one time I had returned home and I could hear music playing from upstairs. I recognized the singer's voice and placed it as 3 Doors Down. It was a slower song and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I went upstairs. Coming to find out that the music is from Ryou's room. As I approached the door I caught the end of the song:

'I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby. But you're still with me in my dreams and tonight girl its only you and me.'

Faintly I could hear Ryou's voice fade away with the song. He wasn't the best sounding singer but he didn't really care obviously. I had no idea where he got the CD and I really didn't care, I just turned around and left him in his room. The last few words were burned into my mind; it hurt me.

Still thinking I open my mouth slightly and begin to sing. When the song comes to a close, the sound of running shoes on the pavement shakes me awake. Was I sleeping this whole time?

I stand up discreetly and begin my short walk back to my shack. Once I open my door, my tiny room comes into view. Consisting of only a cot, lamp, and small other necessary items, I close the door. With a huge yawn, I lie down on the bed.

Near my shed was a music academy. I would occasionally hear attractive tunes coming from there. When I closed my eyes, I could faintly make out the sound of a flute. It was odd to think, but I had to admit the sound was beautiful. In some bizarre manner it reminded me of Ryou. With this thought last on my mind I close my eyes and slip into one of the most peaceful slumbers I've ever had.

'Green grass flows gently in the light breeze. I can hear the sound of a flute echoing around the meadow. As I walk towards the sound I can see a small oasis in the distance. I run down the hill that I stand at the top of. My sandal covered feet get caught in the long flowing grass causing me to trip and tumble down the rest of the way. Stripping the stray blades from my white hair, I look up when a slow melody passes my ears.

There, sitting in the grass, is Ryou. He's holding a silver flute to his lips; the source of the music. His eyes are closed as if concentrated on his playing. Ry is dressed in a baby blue kimono with a large pink obi tied around his waist. He looked so pretty. I don't think I've ever seen him looking so…erotic to me. The only thing I wanted to do was touch him; and that's exactly what I did. I approached him and kneeled down.

His green eyes open to focus on me. They didn't look confused or sad, they seemed happy and expectant. A sexy smirk graced his smooth lips.

"Hey Bakura," Ryou purrs setting his flute down and crawling towards me, "we haven't seen each other in a long time. I miss you."

I fall back in slight shock, "I've missed you too."

"Why didn't you come back for me?" Ry asks as he crawls over my legs.

I can feel a hard lump in the back of my throat when I try to open my mouth. "I wanted to come back…but everyone was after me—"

"And they stopped you from coming home?" Ryou stops and gazes deep into my eyes; what was I supposed to say?

"Only that," I tried to explain, "They took nothing else away from me. I love you."

The boy continued to stare at me, kind of like he was studying my answer. But not a second after he was finished, he pulled himself onto my body. "I love you too."

If I didn't do anything to hold down my desires, I was going to burst. This was everything I had ever wanted and more. All I could feel was Ryou's lips clasped on my throat, sucking gently.

Over the soft sucking I could hear Ryou moan, "Touch me."

With a shaky hand I brush Ry's hair off his shoulder and slipped his garment off his shoulder. The silky fabric slid off easily enough. His pale shoulder just begged to be touched. I leaned over and took the skin in my mouth. Even though it was a dream it felt so real. Ryou had released my own neck and moaned loudly.

We ended up rolling over into the grass; I was on top. I straddled his hips and pulled open the front of his kimono. His white chest was more defined then I thought. Though it was nothing big, it was fairly noticeable. My hands weren't the only ones that were busy. Ry had his hands unbuttoning my shirt and massaging my abdomen at the same time. Gently pulling his fingers off my body, I laid on him and grabbed a perk nipple into my mouth.

The boy's back arched with intense pleasure. I could tell by the purr he had let escape. I bit a little harder as I pulled on it. Ryou was getting hard under his garments, he felt just like I did.

"Bakura…touch me lower."

I never thought he would ask! My shaky fingers grabbed the pink cloth lining his waist and tugged on it softly. The silky band gave in and slipped off. I grinned and pulled open his dress to find—'

"Bakura, get the hell up! Holy shit you sure can power sleep!" Someone vaguely familiar shouted at me.

When I didn't move I felt a hand smack the back of my head. It hurt and scared me at the same time. "What the fuck do you want asshole!?" I demanded harshly.

"I want you to get up. There's a concert coming here and they need me to help. I want YOU to come with. Isis and I have to go and sweep the stage and stuff," Shadi explains.

I growl and look at the guy who actually didn't care about my past. Not to mention that he's one of the many straight guys I know. "Yea, yea…I'll be there later."

He groaned and rubbed his bald head, "Kura, Kura, Kura, what are we going to do with you? You've been like this for 3 years. No one cares if you're a criminal or not. You make it seem like the cops still care. Ry is 'safe' according to them, so they don't care," Shadi sighs and looks down at his girlfriend, "Come on. We still have an hour before we have to be there. That's long enough for grumpy here to get ready and long enough to get something started." He ends his turn on with a wink.

I roll my eyes to see her reaction. She presses her body to his slightly and grins, "I'm up for it."

"Sick bastards…get the fuck outta here and I'll meet you at the stage area," I grumble.

Isis laughs and tugs at Shadi's shirt, "gladly. Come on baby." Shadi grins and follows her like a lost puppy.

I groan and roll over. My dream had made me as horny as ever. I thought I was going to explode while Shadi and Isis were over. My body throbs painfully as it seeks release. I grab it and pump it for hardly two minutes until I spill out into my hand. Gods Ry…how come you have this sort of impact on me and my body now? I've never felt like this about anyone…

This week was going to be very busy and full of surprises, I could tell.

(Normal POV)

"Tomorrow?! Kaiba are you insane?!" Ryou's voice shrieks not ten minutes after walking into Kaiba's office.

Seto flinches, "Yes tomorrow! Now your jet…well my jet will leave around nine in the morning. You're not the only one going. But you are the only one going for free."

Ryou scratched the back of his head. He wasn't exactly sure whether or not to go on the trip. All of his buddies had practically forced him to go. They had said things such as, "You deserve this…don't let your work stop you…I'd go, I mean Ryou, IT'S FREE!!!!" Malik stated the last one. Ry rubbed his forehead, of course he wanted to go but he didn't want to miss anything.

'But what can I possibly miss over a week?' he wondered mentally, 'would this be the time when Bakura would come back? Or is he gone forever?' Ryou groaned and looked up to an impatient Seto.

"Well?" he requested irritably.

"I'll go. I'll be here around 8:30," Ryou gave in.

"Good, I'll be expecting to see you bright and early," Seto stood up and handed the author a plane ticket.

"Thanks Kaiba. Maybe I really should get away. Too many things have happened in the past…that's what making me like this," Ryou assumes as he grabs the ticket.

Seto holds it firmly causing Ryou to look up into his ice blue eyes, "Listen to me Ry. There is only one reason that I'm sending you on this trip. It's not because of your story. Yami knows the real reason too. He told me all about your past and how much Bakura meant to you. He's there. Kura…he's at the Okinawa Resort. I have an employee down there. His name's Shadi. He's got a girlfriend named Isis. They both work for me. I told them to keep their eyes open, Shadi's bald and Isis clings to him all the time. They have been hanging around Bakura for about 2 years now. When you see them, give them this, they'll take you to Bakura," Seto ends his long explanation and hands Ry an envelope.

Ryou blinks, 'what were Yami and Seto trying to do? Had they both set this up? I hadn't seen either of them for the past three years and they both suddenly show up! Were they all looking for Bakura? Yami told Seto everything…they think that I love Kura…do I?'

"Seto," Ry begins slowly, "this is all very generous, but I can't go on this trip. Not for this reason. I'll go only for the story excuse."

"Why?" Kaiba asked accusingly, "Don't you appreciate the work Yami and I went through to get this all settled? It's took us three years to find Bakura, to get Malik and Marik together, and to fund this trip." He paused as he stared out the large window. It was too the point where he didn't care. Suddenly he whirls around with a desperate breath. "Look I don't care about the reason but you have to go!"

Ryou tapped his toe gently on the floor, "I'm not in love with Bakura anymore. I haven't seen him in over three years…and the cause of that was me…" After stating the harsh truth, Ry let go of the envelope for Shadi. "Thanks Seto, but I'll go only for a break. I'll have nothing to do with Bakura ever again." Turning tail the crushed author walked towards the large oak doors of Kaiba's office.

"I think you're lying to yourself," Seto curses matter-of-factly.

Ryou grabs the door handle and looks down with his eyes closed, "No…I don't think so Kaiba. Not this time."

"Oh Marik," Malik cried out loudly, "harder!"

The sound of muffled grunts and moans came from Malik's room. The next noise that was heard was the pounding of the bed frame on the wall. Ryou trudges up the stairs exhaustedly.

"Hey," he shouts swinging open the door, not really caring what was going on inside the room, "can't you be more…quiet?" His inquiries were halted when his eyes settled on Malik and Marik. Malik was sitting on the bed with a smile on his face. Marik on the other hand was perched on a chair sitting on the other side of the bed; a smirk of laughter planted on his face.

"Oh my Ra, Malik it worked!" Marik yelps with excitement.

Malik only grins stupidly back at his boyfriend. "Told ya."

"What did you tell him?" Ryou asks in confusion. When the guys in the room with him laughed, Ry crossed his arms and demanded to know, "Tell me! If you don't, I'll kick you out of the house. I don't care if you live on the streets!"

Malik wiped his purple eyes free of tears, "One thing Ry-baby, you won't kick us out because you're leaving for a week and Marik and I are going to watch your house."

"Yes…for all you know it might grow legs and run away," Marik unnecessarily adds.

The albino rubs his temples; he so wasn't in the mood for this. "Just tell me what you were doing."

"Malik was faking an orgasm for me to prove that you'd run up the stairs. I added some moans myself and the bed movements. It was true obviously…" Marik explains.

Ryou groans, "Well I wish you both were aware of the company I have downstairs."

The two blondes jump up asking 'who' in unison causing Ry to jump.

"Ryou, is everything alright?" A girl's voice called from downstairs.

Marik and Malik stared with wide, disbelieving lilac orbs.

"You didn't…" Malik hissed irritably.

"I did. Now both of you shut up, because I can easily get her to watch my house for me," With that said Ry walks briskly out the door and down the steps. Malik and Marik sit, fearful of how this girl could screw up the relationship between Ryou and Bakura.

As Ryou enters the living room from the stairs his eyes meet a pair of confused green/gold ones. He shakes his head sarcastically with a smile. The girl sitting on the couch giggles cutely.

"Is all well now?" Cassie asks still smiling.

"As far as I'm aware, yes," Ryou exclaims sitting on the couch.

Cassie was a preppy girl with a sweet attitude. She was always willing to help out, but never really finished what she started. Her straight bleached hair matched well with her golden green eyes and slender face.

"One of the reasons I stopped by was to tell you how wonderful your story was. It inspired me so much! Just like that poem you wrote in…what grade? 11th?" Cassie had exclaimed after while of talking.

"Yeah, eleventh; I'm glad that I inspire you. It's good to know I have a fan," Ryou jokes.

The girl next to him on the couch giggles slightly, "I wanted to express…how much you inspire me," she begins slowly.

"What do you mean, Cass?" Ry asks, although he's aware at what she's getting at.

"Well, I've had the biggest crush on you ever since you read that poem. I mean you've always been a total babe in my eyes but I don't go out with guys because of their looks. I look for a guy with an innocent heart, smart, funny…Ryou I think that's you," she admits calmly.

Ryou was 24 years old and she was 21. When they met, he was a junior and she was a sophomore. For one thing, Ry was gay and for another, he barely knew this girl.

"Cassie…I have to admit something," his green eyes gazed solemnly into her golden ones, "I can't go out with you."

The girl looked down and laughed, "I figured that I'd be too late. I mean with your looks you could have any one you wanted. You're very kind Ryou. Thanks for being honest."

"Actually, I'm single. Not really interested in dating. Sorry Cass. You're a beautiful young woman and you have a wonderful life ahead of you. Even though you think so, I'm not your guy. He's elsewhere, just not here," Ryou says honestly.

The twenty-one year old sat on the couch looking at the floor with teary eyes. "Oh Ryou…" she begins, "Thank you so much!" With that she hugs him tightly. "No one…not one person had ever been so sincere with his words. I think you'll break yourself and for sure you'll date someone. Again, thank you Ry." Cassie releases his neck and stands up. "Sorry to waste your time…"

"Nonsense! You couldn't waste my time with something like that! Just don't let this event spoil any of your achievements. I would hate for this to make you lose all inspiration," Ryou admits.

"Not a bit! One last thing…did you still need someone to watch your house?"

Ryou laughs, "Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll have the bozos upstairs watch it. Seeming how they both practically live here."

Cassie nods her head and grabs her sweat shirt. "Okay then, I guess I'm out. It'd be nice if we could keep in touch," she slowly exclaims, obviously not to be hurt again.

"I'd like that," Ryou admits grabbing her hands.

Her slightly red eyes shone with a bit of hope, "Me too." She leans forward and gently kisses Ry's cheek. At the same moment Malik and Marik had snuck down the stairs to catch a glimpse of what was going on. Both nearly fell over when they caught Cassie's lips on Ryou's cheek.

When Cassie pulled back Ryou closed his eyes. She laughed a bit at the blush strewn on his face. Ryou smiled back at her.

"Well, I'll be going now. Thanks Ry," the girl called as she headed out the door. But she stopped short when she spotted two blondes sitting at the foot of the stairs. She waved at them slowly and bounded out the door.

"Ryou," Malik began shouting suddenly, "what-ever-the-hell-your-middle-name-is Haruki!! Just what do you think you were doing?"

The two Egyptians cross their arms as if demanding an answer from the shocked boy. But Ry closes his own mouth and scowls angrily. He wasn't about to tell them anything. Maybe if they would've been 'behaving' then they would know perfectly well what was going on.

An exasperated sigh escapes his throat. He spins around and stalks towards the kitchen, his arms folded across his chest. "What do you guys want for dinner? I'm not creating a buffet either!" Ryou hollers impatiently not bothering to show any response to their inquiring requests.

(Ryou's POV)

Later that night, after the horrible dinner that Malik had attempted to make, I just sat in the living room. I'm not too happy with my house guests right now. For one, they're the cause of Bakura pretty much disappearing. Malik knew that I had wanted Kura just as much as Kura wanted me; it wasn't Malik's place to threaten that relationship by threatening us.

For another thing, it was their fault that Cassie labels me as a nut-case now. I'm sure she thinks that I'm stupid leaving my house with two complete ingrates not to mention horny. But why do I care? I don't exactly like her…

I sigh as the last thought crosses my mind. Ever since they, Marik and Malik, got together—not like it was a bad thing they did—it's been hard to tell myself that I love Bakura. It's kind of hard to describe. Seeing them together makes me not want to love Bakura. Perhaps it's the fact that they bring up topics I wouldn't be able to handle with Bakura. Or maybe it's because I haven't seen Bakura in so long.

I stare into space, shocked at what I just thought and say it aloud, "forget…Bakura? Would I…do that?"

Malik jumps out of his sleep, "Ryou," he moans groggily, "You are one of the last people who would ever forget about him. He's like your shadow. Both of you guys just need to say sorry. I won't say sorry, I'd get my ass kicked. You realize the true meaning of the trip to Okinawa is…right? Ryou, all of us support yours and Bakura's relationship heavily. We're all guys and we might not act like we care, but we do…" as he finishes a light snore escapes his lips.

I blink. My green orbs drift to the floor, "Thanks Malik." But only snores come for the dormant man. I quirk an eyebrow 'did Malik really say that or am I hallucinating? Oh well…I'm going on the vacation whether or not Bakura is there.'

I let out a long and deep yawn and stand up. I glace over at the two guys passed out on my couch. That's when I realize how wonderful single life is. You don't have to share a house with anyone, you can stay out as long as you want, but you meet too many flirts. With some weird force I walk over towards the stairs and whisper to myself, "I'm afraid I've forgotten about him. It's been three years without him and I've been doing fine.