A/N: Hello everyone! Finally back with a new chapter! I'm so glad I finished this chapter at last… But you know how it is: school gets in the way of my writing and I had a minor writer's block, which caused several days of only writing like two sentences a day -.- The good thing was that I got to write this one-shot with Neji/Gaara pairing (Naruto) .

Oh and I just read the ending of the last chapter and noticed a stupid (yet kind of funny) mistake; in the last paragraph it's supposed to be: "he actually wanted to help" and not "he actually wanted help" xD lol Though that would also be good… Has anyone done a fic about Bakura in a mental institution? Just curious :)

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Up the stairs and find the right door. Simple enough but that's just the easy part… There were sounds of something breaking coming from the room.

"I hope they have a home insurance…" The teen mumbled, listening the sound of something big and heavy having a meeting with the wall. He picked up the previously used knife and slipped it to his pocket, just in case. He had no intentions to hurt Marik unless necessary.

The siblings had wisely stayed down stairs but were ready to run up the stairs if they had to and help him if they could. Bakura was used to work alone so he thought that more people would just be an unnecessary hindrance. Besides they would just ruin his the whole thing.

He was apparently pretty distracted by the course of his "plan" because he had forgotten that he needed the knife to get in the room and was forced to get it out again.

"Oh great… Get a grip, Bakura." He ordered himself before using the knife to unlock the door. The teen opened the medicine bottle and put one of the capsules in his own mouth. Now he had to move fast, no room for hesitation. The pale teen stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. His entrance got the attention of the occupant, who instead of raging around seemed to take in the sight of him before licking his lips rather suggestively. Bakura smirked at him and upon feeling the pill starting to melt in his mouth he had to make his endearing yet seductive approach a bit quicker than he had originally planed.

With a few steps across the room Bakura reached Marik. He grabbed his head and crushed his mouth against the other's who let out a surprised but pleased gasp. The paler one took his change and showed his tongue inside, getting the meds inside as well. The tanned one was getting rather eager to do a bit tongue wrestling, fact that could prove to delay the other's plan since it was kind of distracting…

Bakura moved to deepen the "kiss" to get the pills further down and with his other hand moved to caress Marik's throat. It worked and caused an automatic swallowing reaction. Mission accomplished. The pill was now on it's way down the throat and would after sometime take affect. Just like planned. So why were they still, well, kissing?

Realizing that he should stop right about now Bakura started to pull away when he noticed that he didn't really have to. The other suddenly broke away, holding his head with one hand. The medicine must begin to have it's affect.

"NO! Don't-! YES! Let me-! Not now! This is my body!" Marik was arguing with…himself…over the control. This alerted Ishizu and Rishid to come and see what caused the yelling.

"Marik!" They both said with worry after seeing the boy who was now kneeling down still holding his head.

"Did you give him the medicine?" Questioned Ishizu and the albino nodded. "Good. Rishid, stay here with him. You come with me; there is something you need to know."

The two went to the living room and she sat down, indicating that the teen should too. Both seated, Ishizu spoke.

"When brother is himself again don't do or say anything… foolish."

"Define foolish."

"Listen; Marik doesn't remember the last time this happened very well or not at all and he doesn't need to know what happened then. When you speak with him, be careful with what you say. Don't mention the last time." She told sternly.

"It would help me not mention it if I knew what I shouldn't mention." He was interested to know what they were so determinate to hide from Marik, and him. The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Maybe you will one day find out. Right now however, you have to understand that we only want to protect him."

"It must've been something really bad." The teen commented and she nodded.

"Yes. Please, he doesn't remember the things he does when he's…" Her eyes were more bleeding now and her voice cracked a bit. "He needs our support. You mustn't-."

"Fine!" The albino interfered. "I get it already! I watch what I say, satisfied?" He said maybe a bit angrier and louder than necessary. Actually he was kind of relieved to know that the other wouldn't remember how he had taken the meds. No one needed to-

"Thank you. How did you get him to take the pill, though?" Oh crap, the question of doom.

"I have my ways..." Was the casual sounding answer.

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Like waking up from a bad dream, the young Egyptian snapped back to full consciousness and found his brother by his side. He looked relived to see him but didn't say a word, just gave him a reassuring nod before leaving. Alone in the room Marik decided to think things through. He no longer heard the voice and was in control of his body but why? What was that and why didn't anybody explain him anything? The teen noticed that his mouth tasted a bit weird, not bad, just not fully him.

The room was a total wreck; broken furniture was lying around and the wallpaper looked ripped. Sounds were heard from down stairs. He recognized his sister and brother but there was someone else too… Bakura? Now he really wanted an explanation so he stood up and a bit shakily went down stairs.

Everyone snapped their attention to the blond once he entered to the living room. Ishizu quickly came to hug her brother while Rishid just stood up.

"Thank Gods…" Over the shoulder of his happy sister Marik noted that the albino had remained sitting; he eyed the blond as if inspecting him from his seat on the couch. The blond stared right back. Ishizu took notice of this after she let go and motioned Rishid to come with her.

"We go check the damage up stairs." They left leaving the two. The tanned one glanced after them before turning his eyes back to the other's.

"Come sit." The albino said and patted the space next to him. Marik came and sat on the place where Bakura's hand had previously been, eyes never leaving him as if he could see the answers he looked for if he just looked closely enough.

"What-?" He started to ask but was interrupted by the other who reached to remove his cape.

"It looks weird on you." Bakura explained. "And as for what happened… Ask your sister, I bet she knows a lot better than I do."

"Okay, I was going to ask-." He paused as he noticed something. "Where did you get that?" The youth lifted his hand to touch the small, still a bit bleeding, wound on the other's cheek causing him to grab Marik's wrist, removing the hand.

"You threw a knife at me." The Egyptian flinched and the other corrected his statement. "The other you threw a knife at me. It's no big deal."

"Sure it isn't…" The blond said skeptically. "Let's get it cleaned up anyway. I'll get the first aid kit." He stood up but was stopped by the hand still holding his wrist.

"I said it's no big deal! Sit down!" Marik was yanked back on the couch. "I get the kit." The yanker added more calmly, standing up. The Egyptian stood up as well, eyes burning with something other than rage.

"NO! It was me who did that and therefore I'm the one who should be taking care of it!" He yelled, seemingly angering the other as he bellowed right to his face.

"It wasn't YOU, you idiot! It was your other fucking psychotic personality!"

"That doesn't matter! I should've been able to do something about it!"

"Like what? What could've you done when your crappy siblings don't tell you what the hell is going on with your own body!"

"Don't you dare insult them!"

"I insult everyone I want! You had a right to know! I don't care what happened last time but they had no right to keep that from you!" They both faintly realized that this was getting a bit out of hand; the pitch of the yelling was raising and they were both definitely angry now.

"Maybe they had a good reason not to!"

"Oh come on! You don't even believe that yourself!" That was true and it must have shown in his face somehow because the albino continued. "I knew it! You're just too afraid to find out!"

"I'm not afraid!"

"Like hell you aren't! Why haven't you asked about it then? Huh! If you have some memory of it—Oh for crying out loud! What the hell is keeping you?"

They had both clenched their hands to fists and Marik's fingernails dug into his palms. "Because now I think I know what happened! I talked to him! I had this dream and I counted together one plus one! But I had no idea before this and now I wish I never did figure it out!" His eyes were shining and voice pained but still loud. The other's expression changed into a less angry one at this.

"It's that bad?" Bakura asked, not yelling anymore and the blond nodded turning his gaze to the floor. Swallowing hard he decided not to cry.

"I did something horrible…" He mumbled and sat back down. The other remained standing, not really knowing what to do.

"Marik…" He started but trailed off. The teen had little experience of comforting, except Ryou but this was different; his little brother cries, comes to him and he just is there for him.

"I get the first aid kit and… you can clean the scratch if you want." The albino finally spoke quietly and the other 'hmph'ed but didn't protest.

"It's in the toilet over there." As he pointed in the right direction, the other left to get the kit.

While the albino was gone Rishid came back from down stairs. The man headed to the kitchen but was stopped by the blond.

"Rishid… You didn't tell me about before…" He lifted his head, facing his brother, eyes hurt but determinate. "I know what I did."

"Marik-."

"Don't. Just tell me how to fight it. How was I brought back?"

The man looked like he wanted to try and explain again but gave up and spoke calmly. "First time… I'm not sure what happened to him. Now the boy gave you the medicine that was given to you before."

Marik looked at the floor again, thoughtful, and Rishid took his cue to leave. Just when he walked through the kitchen door, Bakura came back form his quest for the first aid kit. The blond looked up at him, frown in his face. The other raised an eyebrow at that as he put the kit to the table and opened it, taking out the needed stuff.

"What is it?" He asked, turning to look at the blond again.

"Nothing." Marik answered, shaking his head a bit and took a piece of cotton and disinfectant.

"Right…" The skeptical teen let the other to clean his cheek The cotton was gently used to remove the blood as the Egyptian concentrated on the cheek.

"Bakura?"

"Hm?"

"How did you get the other me to take the meds?" He waited for an answer a while but when none came he turned his eyes to the other's, who was frowning in thought, gazing in space. The blond put more pressure on the wound to get his attention.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"I don't like to share your attention with empty space." Was the matter-of-fact answer to the annoyed question. "Answer my question." As he intently gazed at the other he noticed that he seemed a bit bothered by something.

"It doesn't matter." The albino said, turning his eyes away from the other's. Marik wasn't ready to give up so easily. With a fast movement he grabbed the albino's chin at the same time as he leaned closer so the other had no choice but to look him in the eye. Bakura's eyes snapped to the hand holding his chin then to the other hand still holding the piece of cotton on his cheek and finally they turned to the pair of purple eyes.

A question of "What are you doing?" came out as a quiet snarl as the albino tensed up but didn't try to get away.

"Pay attention now. The room where I… um… woke up was a terrible wreck and I know for a fact that the other me is a raving psycho. The question is: how did you manage to get me take the medicine? I bet he, me, whatever didn't just let you, not without a fight, anyways." Still closely observing the other's reaction he saw how the albino was contemplating how to answer, eyes narrowing a bit.

"Why does it matter? You're back so everything is fine." Bakura spat defensively.

"Everything will not be fine. Nothing will ever be fine again!" The blond whispered sharply right at the other's face before letting himself collapse against his chest, taking Bakura by surprise and his eyes widened a bit.

"Not fine…" Was the sad whisper, muffled by the shirt. The hands that were previously holding the albino's face wrapped around his shoulders. With a sigh he let the blond stay there and awkwardly placed his hand on the other's back. Marik sighed too but it was more of a content one than anything else. He needed this now when the walls came tumbling down on him.

"They must hate me…" Marik mumbled quietly.

"Who?"

"Everyone. My sister and brother and…" His voice faded. That must be true…

Bakura 'hmph'ed. "Well, since you are such a smart-ass brat they would have a good reason to."

This earned a punch on the arm from the blond. "Bastard." He insulted half-heartedly. "You're terrible at making me feel better." He lifted his head from the other's chest to grand him a small grateful smile, which made the corner of Bakura's lips turn up.

"But seriously; blood is thicker than personality disorder."

Marik bit his lip and his eyes flickered off of the other's for a moment before he gazed back and asked carefully. "Is… Is friendship thicker too?"

The albino frowned slightly and stayed quiet for a moment, during which the Egyptian felt like he shouldn't have asked that now if never… The paler one finally spoke with a smirk.

"Sure it is." The tanned one's face lit up and the other's smirk fainted and his tone turned into more serious. "But don't use that word. I don't feel comfortable to be referred as 'friend'."

This piece of info caused the blond to quirk his eyebrow. "And why is that?"

The other just shrugged. "I just don't." A pause. "You can let go of me now." He informed when he noticed that Marik was still clinging to him. The clinging teen didn't hurry to let go just yet.

"You know what, my friend?" A glare from said friend. That only managed to make the blond smirk. "I don't feel like letting go. A friendly hug is good for you."

"No it's not. Let go." He tried to push the Egyptian off, failing as he refused to let go.

"No."

"Just do it!"

"No."

"Oh for- Marik let go now!"

"You're not the boss of me, 'Kura."

"I'm glad you two are getting along." A third voice joined in and the two turned their attention to the older sister who had come down the stairs from her damage inspecting. Her eyes bounced between them as she took in the sight of her little brother holding the other boy in a tight embrace. Of course she failed to notice that they were arguing and just saw the hug and heard the nickname. Ishizu glared at Bakura, Marik saw this and let go of the other teen.

"I thank you for your help but you really should go now." She informed the albino icily. "And we need to talk to Marik. Rishid, what did they say?" The bald man had come to the room. He had called to the people who were supposed to come and fix the damage.

"We have to wait from few days to a week before they can come." Rishid told and Ishizu just looked less pleased than before. Meanwhile the two boys were having a whispered conversation.

"What's her problem?" The pale boy asked.

"Stress, I guess. So are you leaving now?"

"In a hurry to get rid of me already?"

"It's not that."

"I'm too much fun to have around. But yeah, I'll leave."

"You're such a conceited prick, you know that right?" Marik spoke with a hint of affection in his voice.

"That's why you like me so much." The conceited prick said with a smug smirk, standing up and heading out of the house without even bothering to say anything to the older siblings.

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After coming back home, saying a quick hello to Ryou and stopping by the kitchen to get a snack, Bakura made his way quickly back to his room. The sleepover was at full swing but he didn't really care anymore. He would have rather stayed with Marik than come back here but with his sister obviously not liking him anymore… That wasn't really an option and besides they needed sometime to sort things out. He needed sometime too; his life had just gone a whole lot more complicated.

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A/N: Nothing brings people together like hardship :) Sorry if the so-called kissing scene was crappy, I don't have much experience on writing them… Then again I don't have much writing experience in the first place so maybe you can forgive the crappy-ness or at least let it slide. Of course if you have some hints how to improve it or constructive criticism it would be wonderful if you would take some time and type me a review :) And even if you don't, just review anyways .