Ah, here we go. The 12th chapter…after more than two months of inactivity. The bed scene I mentioned last chapter is finally here. So I suggest you read on if you want to see how I managed such a scene.

And just a shout-out to Nemesis Jedi (if you're still there); yes, a possessive Yami is entertaining ;3 But ever thought of a possessive Yugi? (laughs)

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Chapter 12:

Our Tragic Love Affair

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The moment Prince, along with Yami and Yugi, came out of the guest room, Ryou knew something was wrong. He perceived this from the suspicious and altogether hostile glances their visitor kept shooting at Bakura. Prince also seemed to be looking at him differently, but it wasn't the same as the toned-down glare that was aimed at his dark side. Instead, he was giving Ryou a look similar to one you'd give to a down-trodden lost puppy…or a burn victim.

Ryou wanted to ask Yami or Yugi what happened but didn't want to risk Prince over-hearing, so stayed quiet.

They were wandering around the mansion now, continuing the tour. Yami took the task of being the tour guide (with Seto's verbal help), whilst Pegasus would speak every once in a while with the rest of the boys so they could give in their own inputs.

Prince seemed to be enjoying himself, but there was no mistaking his change of attitude since he 'found out' that Bakura wasn't as honest and sincere as he originally thought.

They were walking around for around ten minutes when Bakura suddenly snapped.

"Alright, that's it!" he turned to Prince with slightly crazed eyes, "What the hell are you glaring at me for?"

Everyone stopped in their tracks. Prince looked down at Bakura and raised an eyebrow delicately, "Excuse me?" he said in an icy tone.

Ryou, sensing that this could only lead to more trouble, started to try and calm Bakura down. "Hey, come on Bakura, I'm sure Mr. Dream didn't mean anything by it…" he touched his other gently on the arm.

"Shut up, Ryou. You saw how he was looking at me! It's like he wants to bite my head off or something. And stop touching me," he slapped Ryou's hand off roughly. Ryou only frowned and was about to retort when Prince stepped between the two of them. He stared at Bakura coldly, "You really are a piece of work, aren't you?"

Bakura looked at him, clearly confused. Yugi and Yami, who were the only ones who knew partly why Prince was acting so rashly towards the white-haired dark wore worried expressions. Marik, on the other hand, was watching the scene with casual amusement.

Prince wrinkled his nose as he looked at the tomb robber in distaste. "The way you treat your lover is shameful. I can't even say how much I regret saying that Ryou here is lucky to have you," at this point, Yami couldn't agree more and barely stopped himself from commenting, "Is this how you treat the love of your life, Bakura?"

"What are you—"

"Shrugging him off so callously, telling him to 'shut up', and slapping a gentle caress as roughly as you did?" Prince's voice was rising steadily. "Is this your twisted way of showing your love for your special other, Bakura?"

"Hey, hey!" Bakura said loudly, "You're exaggerating everything! It's not like a freaking stabbed him for touching me! He was invading my personal space!"

"Your personal space?" Prince repeated nastily, "Hmm…so I guess, if Ryou slapped your hand because you invaded his personal space, it would be alright as well?"

"Like hell I'd allow him to slap me around!" he shouted without thinking. "It's not like he'd ever have the guts to do anything like that anyways…hmph, it's not my fault he's a doormat."

Ryou fumed silently and was about to say something to defend his dignity but wasn't given the opportunity to do so. Prince gave Bakura the most revolting look he ever saw, "You disgust me," he said. Before Bakura or anyone else had the chance to react, he stomped off, only pausing to address Yami and Yugi. His eyes lost some of its glare as he spoke to the wide-eyed pair, "I would like to spend some time to steam off…would you two care to direct me to the indoor pool we passed by earlier?"

"I…I suppose we can…" Yugi said timidly, still shaken with Prince's outburst only seconds ago.

"What about us?" Marik suddenly asked. Prince gave him a look, but other than that, gave no other sign of hearing him.

Ryou suddenly found himself being pulled by Prince along as Yami and Yugi uncomfortably started walking away. "I want you to come with us, Ryou. I need to talk with you about your…relationship," he said the last part softly, so that only Ryou could hear. The confused boy didn't even have the chance to reply when Prince ushered him along as they followed the tri-colored pair, leaving Marik and Bakura behind.

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"Oh…" Pegasus said softly as he watched the group split into two. "That was intense."

Seto nodded slightly. They had decided to let everything run its course this time (meaning with no interference in their part). Prince (and Bakura's big mouth), might seem to be causing havoc, but it was actually quite beneficial in the long run. Hopefully, with Prince being to busy with the 'horror' of Ryou and Bakura's relationship, his attention wouldn't stray towards any more accusations. Bakura and Ryou only had to play their part, and by the looks of it, they were doing just fine. Bakura being indignant and seemingly 'in denial' only leads Prince to believe that he's 'guilty' even more so. But still, they would have to inform Bakura and Ryou of their supposed-to-be abusive relationship just to make sure.

He opened Bakura's line, Ryou would have to wait for later since he currently has Dream all over him.

"Bakura," Seto started. "We need to—"

"Kaiba! Did you see THAT!" Bakura yelled. Looking at the screen, Seto saw that Bakura was waving his hands around in obvious disbelief; he was looking at the direction the others had disappeared to. Marik on the other hand, was considerably calmer, and seemed to be merely amused with the situation by far.

"Freaking bastard! How dare he fuc—"

"Bakura," Seto tried again, "Could you please calm—"

"—king shove his nose into MY freaking relationship! And I'M Ryou's freaking boy—"

Seto blinked and raised an eyebrow. Someone sure was possessive…

"—friend! If I'm such an ass, then it's HIS fault for going out with me in the first place!"

He sighed. And apparently completely guilt-free, as well.

Though Marik found Bakura's uncontrolled rage quite entertaining, he took it upon himself into calming his fellow dark down. "Oh, would you stop your bitching? You sound like a jealous boyfriend, you know. It's a bit creepy." This seemed to stop Bakura's rant instantaneously.

Bakura gave him a glare, his face tinged pink.

The momentary pause gave Seto the chance to talk to the white-haired boy at last.

"Bakura, could you please remain calm for five minutes? You can continue bad-mouthing Dream after you listen to what I need to say." Seeing that Bakura stayed silent, Seto continued, "Something occurred while Dream was with Yami and Yugi. They were fixing up his room when Dream—"

"What? Hit on Yugi?" Bakura sneered.

Seto only pursed his lips and continued, "Not exactly," he said with controlled patience, "Dream has the impression that you're abusing Ryou. And that you're having an affair with Malik as well, I think. This is the reason why he's not as friendly towards you like before."

Marik, who was excluded from the conversation (and not really liking this fact at all), jumped involuntarily when Bakura yelled, "WHAT?!"

The higher-than-normal pitch of Bakura's voice made Seto cringe.

"What the fucking hell gave him that idea?" the enraged tomb robber exclaimed.

Seto sighed. "It doesn't really matter, the point is that you have to live up to his expectations."

"What do you mean?"

"Imply that you're guilty. This way, Dream would be convinced that this is all there is to it…And that you're not a bunch of fake homosexuals"

Bakura frowned, Seto sure was asking a lot from him. "And just how am I supposed to do this?" he finally said.

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"Err…I wouldn't put it that way. Bakura's just a naturally pushy sort of person. And I'm kind of a…" Ryou gave a cough, "pushover sometimes…so, you know…"

Ryou couldn't believe the words he was saying to 'save' Bakura's image. As if there was an image to save at all. But still, the way Prince spoke about Bakura, you'd think he was nothing more than an ungrateful leech. Ryou wasn't sure what brought on this spout of hate when just a little while ago he and Bakura were getting along perfectly.

His dismissal of Bakura's supposed to be 'rottenness' however, didn't move Prince much.

"Oh, Ryou," he said in an exasperated tone, "You don't need to stand up for that two-timing bastard," he laid a hand comfortingly on Ryou's shoulder, "Though it seems your capacity for forgiveness is never-ending, it won't settle well with the suffering that I'm sure you're feeling internally—"

"Really—I'm fine!" Ryou said dryly.

"—I mean, I don't even know how you manage to remain friends with Malik. You two have a very chaotic relationship as far as I can see."

Ryou blinked. "What? Why wouldn't I be friends with Malik?"

Prince frowned at him disapprovingly. "Come now, you don't need to act all clueless with me. I know what's going on between him and Bakura."

He had no idea what Prince was talking about. What happened between Bakura and Malik? "Did they have a fight or something?" he asked.

Prince was about to reply when Yugi dropped in. The small boy was carrying a tray of beverages and was concentrating very hard on not tripping over and spilling the drinks everywhere. "Ah…here you go, Prince. The uh…lemon iced tea you requested. Yami's just getting your…nachos, was it?"

A thankful smile spread on Prince's face. "Oh, you're just too kind, Yugi. I hope I didn't hassle the kitchens with my request. I just have this habit of eating nachos when I'm even a little bit upset, they're sort of my comfort food, you know?"

Yugi placed the tray on the nearby table and then tilted his head with concern towards Prince. "You're upset? I…please forgive us if the tour isn't going along as you would've liked. Me and Yami aren't exactly the best hosts, I guess…"

"It isn't you two," Prince retorted. "I'm talking about Bakura, that two-timing fiend just effectively ruined my mood."

"Two-timing…" Ryou trailed off, "What are you talking about?"

Prince looked at him with a confused expression. When Ryou's troubled look didn't change he turned to Yugi and said in a disbelieving tone, "He doesn't know?"

"I—uh, I don't really—"

"What don't I know?" Ryou asked, suspicions rising. Prince looked at him sorrowfully, "Oh, my boy, I'm so sorry. I—oh, I don't know what to say!"

Now thoroughly confused, Ryou could only watch as Prince appeared to wipe a pitying tear from the corner of his eye.

"I don't know how to say this, but…." A dramatic pause, "Ryou…you see…Bakura is…" he thought of some way to tell the poor boy of his lover's misdeed, he must make sure to let it out slowly. "He's fluttering everywhere, you know, flitting from one flower to another without care, like a butterfly…do you get what I mean?"

Ryou stared at Prince with his mouth half-open. Did the American just compare Bakura to a butterfly?

"Err…I'm afraid I don't really understand what you're trying to say…" he said slowly.

Prince sighed deeply, feeling so sorry for the white-haired boy in front of him. "You've lost Bakura, Ryou. He's been seeing Malik…intimately. I'm so sorry."

There was a long pause wherein Ryou struggled internally as he processed what Prince just said. 'Bakura…and Malik?'

Wherever Prince got this from, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

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Malik didn't think that having a sprained ankle could save him from a whole lot of grief until today. Now he was free from all this stressful acting, at least for a short while. He'd been relaxing in the receiving room ever since the others left and was very willing to remain doing so all day if possible. Hmm…maybe he could sneak out Seto's mansion. He was almost sure that he wouldn't be caught, what with everyone too busy keeping their visitor entertained.

Thinking that he'd rested his sore body enough, Malik carefully pushed himself up into a sitting position, having a bit of difficulty because of the sling on his right arm. Then he slowly stood up, and hobbled towards the door. He winced a bit every time he stepped forward on his injured foot.

He groaned. God, he felt so handicapped.

It was a slow (and pain-filled) journey, but Malik managed to find one of the exits leading out to the estate's grounds. He felt very lucky for his accomplishment because he honestly had no sense of direction of where he was going.

Freedom was just down the hallway, directly straight ahead. Probably around two dozen steps and he'd be liberated…and all he'd need to do is walk across the one-kilometer garden of the Kaiba estate until he reached the main gate. He felt sure his foot was going to fall off halfway there.

Malik was seriously contemplating whether he should risk permanent disability when the decision was made for him, in the form of a very hard slap on his back. A familiar and unwelcomed voice said, "Oi, we were looking for you. How'd you get here? I thought you were bedridden or something."

He turned around and gave Bakura a haughty glance, "I was just about to fly out to freedom. You ruined my moment." He said in a bland tone.

Bakura gave him a weird look but decided to keep his questions to himself. He should refrain from irritating the other boy (at least for now), especially since he'd need Malik to be in a very good mood considering what Seto had asked him to do.

"Eh, we need to do something for Kaiba, he sent me to fetch you. Come on," Bakura started walking away.

Having no other choice, Malik sulked after him after one last longing look at the exit. He limped a few paces behind Bakura, muttering to himself. Bakura managed to catch his name a few times, alongside Marik's, as well as a few choice curses thrown in. It was obvious that Malik still hasn't forgiven them for their brawl yesterday. No one could compare to Malik when it came to grudges. Anyone who believed otherwise should go talk to Yugi or Yami.

"What are we supposed to do?" Malik said in a louder voice. "And why did Seto send you to find me? He could've just told me himself whatever he needed to say through all this technological stuff he gave us," he gestured at his hidden earpiece.

Bakura gave a careless shrug. "Don't ask me how Kaiba's mind works," he said. The truth was Seto didn't feel like being the unfortunate individual tasked to tell Malik the developments that occurred in his absence. He reasoned that Malik might understand it as being his fault and set out to claim revenge or something. So he had Bakura do the explaining for him.

But Bakura too wasn't at all eager to have Malik hunting down his hide. Which is why he decided that Malik didn't need to know everything that they had planned, until they were just about to do it.

Yeah, that would be fine.

"Where are we going anyways?" Malik spoke once more.

"To…eh, Prince's bedroom…"

Malik caught up with him with a few agonizing leaps. Bakura was mumbling, which meant one thing; he's hiding something. "And what are we supposed to do once we're there?" he demanded, forcing Bakura to look at him by stepping in his path.

Bakura thought quickly, "Kaiba's having us go through Dream's things. He said we might learn something about him that could help us remain in his good graces," he raised a hand when Malik opened his mouth to speak, "Like I said, don't ask me how Kaiba's mind works."

With that, he stepped around Malik and continued walking. He let out a small sigh of relief when he heard Malik's uneven footsteps start following him again.

"Fucking Kaiba…who does he think he is…freaking ordering us around…as if he doesn't have enough slaves around here to check through Dream's bags…" Malik's muttering continued.

Soon, they were facing one of the mansion's many staircases. The guest rooms were on the second floor. Bakura had only taken a few steps up when Malik exclaimed, "Hey! Wait a minute!"

Bakura turned around to see a slightly red-faced Malik. "What now?" He watched Malik give the staircase a withering look.

"I can't go up without help…" he mumbled in a embarrassed way.

It took Bakura a few seconds to understand the underlying message of what Malik had just said.

And then, "I am not holding your hand. Leave that honor to Marik," he continued scaling the stairs, "You better start crawling, I'll just wait for you at the top."

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"Ah, that was a refreshing swim, wasn't it?" Prince said as he dried his long hair with the towel Yugi had offered. "A perfect activity to wash away all those negative emotions," he looked at Ryou directly.

"Um, yes. Perfect," Ryou said, trying to put some feeling in his words.

Prince looked at him intently for a moment. He was becoming quite worried about that boy. When he had revealed Bakura's dark secret, he'd expected that Ryou would drop into some state of shock, or maybe shout and demand for an explanation or proof of Bakura's fault. Instead, Ryou appeared to be indifferent about this. It unnerved him, maybe Ryou had become so numb because of all Bakura's beatings and mistreatment that he had been reduced to this shell of what he once was.

Yami and Yugi exchanged worried-filled glances as they watched Ryou shift uncomfortable under Prince's scrutinizing gaze. They were walking back to Prince's room. Their visitor had just finished his swim and needed a new set of clothes.

"You know, Ryou, you don't need to suffer alone in this. Don't be afraid to ask for help."

"Err…I'm okay, really—"

"Come on, Malik…No one's here! You just better be sure you can handle me," came Bakura's voice

They stopped in their tracks. Yami, who was in front of the group looked ahead. The sound was coming from Prince's room. What the hell were Bakura and Malik doing there?

He walked forward quickly, the others not far behind him. Yugi and Ryou looked as confused as he, but Prince's expression had darkened considerably, his brown eyes narrowed and blazing. Yami feared that Malik had finally acted on his anger with Bakura for being half-guilty of the injuries he sustained yesterday. 'Why in the world did they have to pick Prince's room out of all places to start another bloody fight?' he asked himself.

Yami grasped the doorknob, hoping to stop whatever those two were doing before Prince could realize what's going on. He was just about to turn it around when he heard a strange sound from the other side of he door. It sounded like something ripping apart.

'Oh, damn, Kaiba isn't going to be happy if they rip the bedsheets up or something.'

"What the fuck—my shirt! Bakura what the hell—"

"Oh, you won't be needing those for what we're doing…" Bakura's voice sounded sultry. Yami's eyes widened.

'Wha---they're…are they…' he felt strangely nauseous.

"Yami?" Yugi came up behind him, Ryou by his side. "What's wrong? We should calm them down before…" he trailed off at his partner's wide-eyed look. Yami pointed weakly at the door.

"T-They're…they're…" he stuttered.

Yugi leaned forward, bringing his ear closer to the door. His brow furrowed. He couldn't hear any—

"Come on, Malik! We haven't had a chance to do it for the whole day !"

"Do it—?"

"Yes, now let's take off those pants of yours…"

There was another loud ripping sound and a startled yelp. A chuckled followed a second later, it sounded like Bakura's. Yugi almost leaped away from the door, his expression similar to that of Yami's. Ryou wasn't looking any better than his two friends as well. They stared at the door in horror, their minds providing the images to go along with the suggestive yelps, thumping, and maybe even very drawn out moans they had the misfortune of hearing.

"That's it, Malik! SCREAM MY NAME!"

Yami, Yugi, and Ryou's faces paled. They barely even noticed Prince walking towards them, laying his hand on the doorknob, and turning it around…

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Around 5 minutes earlier…

His hands were sweating, strange enough. Why was he feeling so nervous? Seto's order wasn't that hard to follow…Bakura chanced a glance at the oblivious Malik, who was grudgingly opening up Prince's packed bags. Lucky that Malik was in a weakened state, this way, Bakura could overpower him if he decided to get violent (which he was almost sure he would). He was pretty sure Malik could do little damage with one arm and foot out of order.

Maybe he should tell Malik Seto's plan for them…now.

"Hey, Mal—" he started. But another voice cut his speech off, "Bakura, get ready. Prince and the others are coming. They should be there in a minute. Remember; make it very convincing," said Seto, and then he was gone, leaving Bakura in a state of near-panic which he barely succeeded in keeping hidden.

'Fuckshit…fuckfuckfuck…'

Malik, still unaware of everything that transpired, was rummaging through Prince's belongings. He felt around inside one of the bags and felt something cold and metallic. He pulled it out to take a look, a smirk forming afterwards on his face.

"Hey! Bakura!" he called with laughter in his voice, "Look what I found!" he held up a pair of elaborately-decorated handcuffs. "Never thought he'd be someone into this, huh?" he snickered.

Bakura gulped, "Uh, yeah…I guess. Malik, I need to tell you something—"

But Malik didn't seem to hear him. The blonde was busy digging deeper into their guest's bags, this time he resurfaced holding a firm leather whip. Malik whistled, "Damn…he wasn't kidding when he said he liked whippings, was he?"

Suddenly, Bakura stilled. His keen hearing picked up a couple of pairs of footsteps getting closer and closer. With a quick prayer to the god he never acknowledged even once before, he made his move.

He strode over to Malik's sitting form and snatched the handcuffs away from the tanned boy.

"Hey, what do you think you're—"

"Come on, Malik…No one's here! You just better be sure you can handle me," Bakura said, making sure to keep his voice loud and clear. He noticed the footsteps stop, and knew that the others heard what he said.

Now here came the hard part…

Malik looked at him questioningly. "What are you babbling about?" he stumbled backwards when Bakura placed his palm over his mouth. He mumbled in protest and attempted to pull it off with his able hand but stopped when Bakura started to whisper.

"Just play along."

He released his hold, Malik remained silent, staring at him incredulously. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Bakura saw the door handle move. He had to act quickly. Possible scenarios ran through his head, and in a second he picked one, convinced that it was their best bet lest they lose this chance to have Prince 'witness' their affair. Not to mention Seto would be pissed if they failed.

Bakura whipped out a knife he always kept on his person, and in a flash, had ripped Malik's shirt clean through. Malik gave a small strangled shout and stumbled in his haste to leap away from the blade. He could've sworn the steel blade just tickled the surface of his skin. "What the fuck—my shirt! Bakura what the hell—"

The tomb robber cut him off. And once more said in a ridiculously loud voice, "Oh, you won't be needing those for what we're doing…"

Malik nearly choked in shock. The seductive tone Bakura was using was more than disconcerting, never mind that Bakura's face didn't really correspond to what he was saying. In fact, his face was a bit pale and a bit fearful as he spoke. 'What the freaking hell was going on?'

"Come on, Malik! We haven't had a chance to do it for the whole day!" he shouted.

Malik moved away from the surely-crazy dark. "Do it—?" he said weakly.

"Yes, now let's take off those pants of yours…" whereas Bakura's voice sounded eager and anticipating, he had an expression on as if he was ready to hurl. Malik, for a moment, felt offended. This went away immediately when Bakura pushed him unceremoniously on the bed, and started ripping his pants off.

Malik yelped and tried to push the other off only to have Bakura let out a very uncharacteristic chuckle. He noted that it looked really weird for the dark to seemingly chuckle delightedly whilst holding a suffering expression.

The feeling of metal encircling his left wrist jarred him back to their situation.

"BAKURA—" he literally screamed.

"That's it, Malik! SCREAM MY NAME!" Bakura yelled with delight, still wearing that strange agonizing expression. He attempted to punch the other boy but only ended up grunting in pain because of his still-recovering arm.

"FUCKING FREAKING—YOU'RE CRAZY!" Malik yelled when Bakura started pulling off the shredded parts of his pants. He managed to kick Bakura's groin, only to feel a sharp pain travel up the foot he used. He thought for a moment that Bakura had literal balls of steel before realizing he had kicked with his sprained foot, thus resulting in this pain-filled misery.

"CRAZY WITH SEX!" Bakura shouted in a strangled sort of voice, still dutifully continuing his part, even as he kneeled forward in obvious pain.

SLAM!

The door had burst open.

In a split second, several things happened at once, some of which Malik could barely register. Bakura had made a miraculous recovery and had jumped forward, landing on top of him. The pain Malik felt with Bakura's weight crushing his arm and foot made the blonde scream out loud. He barely noticed that Bakura was now topless, and that he was only left with his boxers (and a few strips of his massacred khakis). Prince had walked in, looking livid and murderous even in a bathrobe. Yami, Yugi, and Ryou followed soon after. The new arrivals were focused on Malik and Bakura's tangled sweating bodies, one was furious, three shocked beyond comprehension.

Malik breathed in and out in short gasps; exhausted with all the struggling he was doing as Bakura nearly-but-not-really molested him. His companion was no better, moaning feebly, no doubt the pain of being kicked were the sun doesn't shine coming back in full force.

When Malik realized the timely arrival of the others, his eyes widened into saucers. Bakura for some sick reason he didn't want to know, looked pleased.

The two groups stared at one another for a very long moment. Malik thought everything was over, but was proven wrong by the last member of their group popping in.

Marik walked into the room casually but halted upon seeing the scene. His eyes looked towards his light and Bakura, a betrayed expression surfacing on his features (which Malik found comical). And then in an exaggerated teary voice he exclaimed, " Malik! You're gay!"

They all looked at him, not knowing what to make of what he just said.

Seeing his slip-up, Marik tried to undo his mistake. "I mean— Malik, you cheating bastard! I trusted you!" he sobbed dramatically, Malik only stared at him, still in a state of shock. "That's it! We're DONE!" and with that he fled out the door, in what Malik assumed to be his dark's version of a dramatic pain-filled exit.

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Oh, I feel so accomplished in finishing this at last. What do you think about that 'bed scene' huh? (snickers) Isn't it so passionate, and heated, and destructive, and just plain too sweet?

….(bursts out laughing)

Damn, my favorite part is Marik's timely (and scripted XD) entrance and exit. I just realized I was neglecting him nearly the whole chapter and set out to remedy this (I could never allow myself to neglect my second fave character, after all). Malik makes up for his absence in the last chapter with a bang. Poor guy.

And now Ryou's traumatized.

Don't worry about Marik and Malik, they're just acting, they love each other deep DEEP down (lols).

Bronzeshipping forever people! (is random)

Anyways, before I leave you all, I want to advertise a fic I'm writing with Tenshi no Toki. We've already planned out the storyline, and I personally feel the plot's very unique (really! XD). Here's its basic info:

Title: Fukushu (Japanese for 'revenge')
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Romance
Summary: Bakura, a scientist working for a secret genetic facility, is torn when his best friend flees after being subjected to an unwanted procedure. A young replacement arrives, and Bakura finds himself in possession of a critical secret. (Joint Fic, YAOI)
Pairings: A secret for now (isn't your interest piqued? XD Nothing weird though, I promise you. Haha)

It's posted in Tenshi no Toki's account. Just click her link in my 'Favorite Authors' and you're there. Whoop!

So a little favor, mind checking it out? And maybe even reviewing? Reviews equals motivation for updating, you know. And it will make us happyyyyy XD

But whatever, I hope you enjoyed this (incredibly late) chapter.