I lie on the bed, and stare into the crimson eyes of Bakura. Slowly he reached towards my shirt, and played around with the buttons, smiling to himself. I'm in heaven. Bakura seems completely different, ever since…since I killed Yugi. The memories come flooding back, but not just of his matted corpse, but of the good time we had together, as friends. I suddenly felt horrible, but I pushed the thoughts away, deciding what has been done cannot be changed and the only way is forward. By the time I'm thinking clearly, I'm almost naked, clad only in my boxers. I looked at Bakura, my vision clouded. I felt Bakura's sharp teeth on my neck, I felt him sucking, gently. It felt so magical, compared the bites I have received before from him. My breathing hitches, I guess he noticed, because he pulled away. He gazed into my eyes and smiled sweetly-if that's possible.

"Ryou?" he questioned. I looked back at him. It's almost like a mirror. Almost. "Ryou, listen to me, I am so proud of what you did today…" proud. I feel me stomach knot and twist. "But…I have a favour to ask of you." What? What could he possibly want? He tilt my head slightly and look at him in confusion. He places a hand to my cheek, his touch feather light. "You look so cute when you do that…" he breathes softly, "But to the point, Anzu? Sweetheart, please?" I think my heart stops beating. Kill. Anzu. What!?

"Ba-Bakura?!" I shout. I can't do that. "I can't. Yugi was bad enough." Bakura sighs and fall backs, and begins dressing again. I won't question it; I was a fool to think he liked me. He's using me. I feel dirty, although we've done nothing. My neck tingles and I raise my hand to it and caress it tenderly. Bakura got up and started walking to the door. He looked at me and paused,

"Aren't you going to ask where I am going?" I look blankly, I thought it was obvious. He's leaving, he didn't get what he wanted and now he wants to say it and make me feel bad too. Great.

"…Humour me, where are you going?" I ask bitterly. He smirks and I brace myself for a harsh, witty comment.

"Ryou, sex is no fun without cream and chocolate." With that he shut the door and I leant back on the bed. Sex. Oh my dear sweet lord! Maybe he does…like me. I close my eyes and begin to relax. Maybe he isn't as bad as I though. Wait a second, he said sex. Oh dear…Oh dear…I'm a virgin, what do I do? Oh my god…oh god. I spring from the bed and rush to the bathroom. Ok…ok…think of sex movies…erm-erm…darn it! Bruce Almighty? Ok close enough…erm, she put perfume on…I am not a girl, but it's all I have so I mess my hair up as if I am some crazed mad man (how ironic) and begin throwing things about the bathroom cupboard, searching for something half decent to put on, so I smell…not how I do now. I look at myself. Sexy…not so much as the tramp on the street corner after a thunder storm. I sigh. I'm not made for this kind of thing. Suddenly the door bell rings and I casually walk to go answer it. There stands Marik, eyeing me as if I am some kind of meat. What the hell is his problem? I follow his eyes down to realize I am stark damn naked. Instantly my eyes widen and my jaw drops, my face turns the flattering shade of a bruised strawberry and I grab the nearest item I can get hold of to consume what little dignity I have left. And there goes my dignity and Marik's sanity as he bursts out laughing-nothing to do with Bakura's porn magazine (which he binned apparently) which is now being held very sternly in front of my groin. I close my eyes. This is not happening.

"You smell very pretty Ryou." I can feel him smile. This isn't funny.

"Yeah well, go me. What do you want?"

"Woah woah woah! Sorry Bakura, thought you was Ryou then, ha-ha. High Five thief master!" he raises his hands.

"Not funny Marik, it is Ryou."

"When did you get a personality transplant?"

"The same day you grew some balls. It never happened."

"Harsh words from a Hikari, such as yourself."

"Cut the crap, Ishtar. What the hell do you want?"

"What's wrong, have I interrupted a 'private' session" he sneers. I purse my lips and look away.

"You wish, pretty boy. Now what do you want?"

"'Kura in?"

"No. Now leave the hell off!" Marik reaches around and touches my bare ass. I laugh sarcastically and pull him hand off, only for him to slap him back on and grip my ass properly. "Leave the hell off." I shout.

"Why when you look so…adorable." He smirks and kisses my shocked lips.

"I AM NOT YOUR PET!" I scream and slap him and slam the door in his face. I turn around and sink down to the floor. First a murderer and now I look like a whore. What the hell next?