Evil Nina: I'm so sorry this took so long. First I just wasn't really inspired, then I got depressed, then everything I wrote turned out all depressing (hence Reason to Live). This was the funniest version of this chapter and its not really that funny. I hope you guys still like it, and hopefully the next chapter will be more like the others…

Tinkletimekelly- thanks again for the review. I do plan to put more lemon in the future. That was just the first one. I'm planning on making this a funny lemonade (with hints of plot)

Kousagielric- this is that update, lets hope the next one comes soon? XD

Julieanna333- That I will

sonata hirano-… I guess that's not quite as together as you thought right?

hellokitsy- OMG!!! You really read it that many times!!! Thank you! (hopefully this wasn't too long a wait. I'm not dead yet…)

twilightserius- Glad you like it… (I didn't let Bakura read that one, he woulda been so mad! Nothing is his fault, you see)

mimi- I'm not quite done yet… though I could have stopped it there, couldn't I?

Kuro Ookami Hatake- lol, yup more is coming… and in the future cumming there shall be.

Kyashii- lol, you thought it was exhilarating? Truly?

PerfectCell17- Thank you! I hope I can keep it a pleasure

Lizzie Lyra-I hope I can keep you laughing in later chapters…

Chapter 6- damn Stalker

10:30 Saturday night. The night was cool, with the occasional breeze. Bakura couldn't feel it though, with the warm mass of bodies pressing against him. The club was small and crowded no space anywhere. Despite the annoying half clothed whores who kept dumping themselves on his lap, he could see why Mai liked it so much. It was easy to drive away her constant feeling of loneliness in the small crowd.

"I should hate him, shouldn't I?" Mai interrupted his thoughts with her statement.

The dark turned to her, pondering why she was bothering with this now. He watched as her slender manicured hands grabbed her glass and raised the drink to her painted lips. Her skin was pale, not the milky white tone he had, but more like Yugi's. The kind of pale that had its own faintly pink tone underneath it. And it look so smooth too. So soft, and delicate. He could just remember how that perfect flesh felt. Those soft, hesitant touches Yugi rained upon him. He could just picture Yugi down on his knees blushing softly as those plush lips gently kissed the tip of his manhood. The way that pretty pink tongue would-

"Bakura?" Mai interrupted his thoughts. "Damnit, I'm losing you aren't i?"

Bakura snapped to attention, glaring his glass. "No." It wasn't her fault he was so lost in his thoughts. Well, actually it was. Damn her for having skin almost as gorgeous as Yugi's.

The blond frowned for a moment, wondering what the hell could distract Bakura so badly. He was always aware of everything that happened around him. After all, you can take a boy out of the streets, but you can never take the streets out of the boy. Something big must have happened. Very big.

"So then, whats'up? The Kura I know pays much more attention to his surroundings." Mai commented. The comment got a growl in her direction, but she ignored it. She'd know when she was pushing too far. "I mean, you could always just tell me, maybe I can help you out. Yanno, the whole friend thing?" This time an incredulous look. "Okay, fine, lets just say I want you to owe me one. So what is it?"

"Mai-chan! Kura!" Their names were shouted as a certain other blond leeched himself onto Bakura.

"Marik." Mai greeted. Her voice was just a hint colder than before and Bakura noticed the way her entire body tensed up before she forced herself to relax. Despite the fact that she had forgiven him, she still instinctive tensed up when he showed up unannounced, or did things that surprised her. She hadn't forgotten her trip to the shadow realm. Bakura knew she never would.

"Get the hell off me." Marik took it as an invitation to attach himself even harder. Damn, Marik was crushing his ribcage. "Marik…" He choked out, voice full of warning.

The tanned darkness took the warning, releasing his captive. Instead he took the rest of Bakura's beer and chugged it. Bakura scowled, glaring at him. Marik's cheeks were tinted just the slightest bit rose, and his smiles seemed a little off, but those were the only signs of drunkenness so far.

"Dance with me Kura!"

"Hell no Marik."

The blond pouted, disappointed that he couldn't get the thief to dance. But there was someone else he was sure would. "Mai!" he pouted.

The woman hesitated for a moment before shrugging. Nothing would happen, it was just an innocent dance. Besides, she needed to get her mind off her hopeless situation with Jounouchi. How else but with someone who also suffered from unrequited love? She got up and danced.

"What's wrong with him?" She whispered in the blond's ear, once they were lost in the crowd.

"I think he loves someone." Marik said honestly. There was no hint of a smile or joke on his face. He merely looked lost, near tears almost.

Mai felt her heart break at the sight. She wrapped her arms around the dark and rocked him in tandum with the music. When she let him go, his eyes were no longer wet and teary, but still glassy before returning to their usual happy blankness. Perhaps if he kept showing her these sides of himself, she could truly say she forgave him and meant it. Perhaps, she could even stop looking over her shoulder for his shadow.

Yugi was absolutely miserable. When he first lost his virginity to Bakura, he had been happy, estatic even (if a little nervous), but now that high feeling had worn off. In fact, it had faded to downright depression. He wasn't used to being avoided, after all.

Yes, Bakura was most definately avoiding him. It wasn't the long, almost gentle process that most of his other friends unknowingly used. There was no 'I'm busy' or 'Not today' or 'Sorry I forgot' or even the just ignoring his physical presence. Bakura went through pains to avoid even physically seeing him. At all.

What had he done wrong? Even he had heard the rumors about Bakura and virgins, but had he really been that bad? He didn't think so, since Bakura hadn't noticed until after he admitted it. But something was wrong. Bakura didn't avoid people. He ignored those he didn't care about, and got rid of those he hated. This avoidance thing was new.

Yugi sighed, burying his face in his pillows as he moped. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he'd sufficate himself and Bakura would come to his funeral. At this rate, it would be the only way Bakura would ever see him again. Perhaps he wouldn't even then.

There was a knock on Yugi's bedroom door. It was firm, strong, and quick. IT was the way someone who was confident knocked. Had to be Yami, though Yugi didn't really know why he bothered. He normally didn't.

"Yugi?" Yami called out, his voice the exact opposite of the knock. It was soft, questioning.

"Come in." Yugi sighed.

"Are you alright?"

Yugi gave him a small smile. It wasn't as big or radiant as his regular smile, but it was real and it held a spark that made it beautiful. "I'm fine."

"You've been so quiet lately."

"You noticed." Yugi recognized the irony in it. A few short weeks ago he would have done almost anything to have his Yami's attention. Now, when Yugi was so preoccupied with Bakura's avoidance of him to care, Yami suddenly seemed to remember that he exists.

"Of course I'd notice!" Yami protested.

Yugi didn't reply. His darkness was finally talking to him; he didn't want to ruin it by fighting with him. Besides, he had other things to focus on, like what he was going to do now that Bakura completely disappeared on him. Life would be a whole lot easier if Bakura was there right then.

"Yugi?"

He frowned. Perhaps it wouldn't be. I mean, Bakura and Yami absolutely despise each other. He blanched. He had given his virginity to the nemisis of the other half of his soul. Out of all the people Ra graced this planet with, he had to pick the one, the one and only, person whom Yami would never tolerate. Yami would kill Bakura if he ever found out. Or atleast, he would try to, but Bakura had nothing agains usuing foul means to defend himself... The longer Yugi's mind dwelled on such things, the worse and worse he thought of the outcome.

In any case, Yugi needed to find Bakura and figure out exactly what was happening between them before the situation got worse.

Bakura was a great stalker. He had the stealth, cunning, insanity, and sheer determination that made him perfect creeper material- he'd even admit it himself. He was proud of his stalker skills (they had allowed him to steal from anywhere and get anything he wanted). The one thing he would never admit was that he had indeed stalked someone. Well, that wasn't quite true. He'd admit that he's stalked people with full intentions of killing them, but he would never say aloud that he stalked Yugi merely because he was interested in the younger boy. But this was not the point of Bakura's current thoughts about stalkers.

Three days had passed since Mai had tried to pry information out of him. (She still dropped hints that she wanted to know what happened, but did not try to interrogate him any further) Since stumbling into the backseat of Mai's (unsurprisingly) purple car and tumbling back into the house staggeringly drunk only to pass out on Ryou's floor, nothing much had changed except for one mind blowing, continous, occurance.

Bakura was being stalked.

There was no malicious intent in this stalking. No, it felt rather light-hearted, but it still didn't change the fact that someone was watching Bakura's every move. It was extremely freaky, Bakura did the stalking, not the other way around. The occurance was so strange, Bakura took to changing his habits. Instead of going out of his way to avoid Yugi, he went out of his way to be as adventrous as he could, throwing himself into random groups of people, hoping he could get a chance to figure out who was following him. All the time.

Today's plan had been a failure as well. He had invited Marik with him to the movies, (knowing that his stalker would come as well) and missed the entire showing of X-men, trying to find his freaking stalker. Not only that, but Malik, Yugi, and Ryou had shown up as well, so even if he had figured out who it was, he couldn't do anything about it at the moment. Not to mention, Yugi being there went totally against his whole 'avoiding Yugi' thing.

So far, his stalker had done nothing but bother him and make Bakura's plans harder, with its (for Bakura wasn't sure if it was a boy or girl) semi-existance (for only people he had the option of ignoring/killing actually exist). He never asked for a stalker anyway.

Damned stalker.