If I did own Yu-Gi-Oh then this update would have came ages ago.

Chan: Hi! No I'm not dead! I just took ages to update….the reason? Well I did have some exams and stuff and I had some serious writers block on most of my stories. But that's pretty much cleared up and I'm ready to write a new chapter.

Yugi: She got a review last night and decided it was time to update.

Yami: (still traumatized)

Chan: aaaany way I'm gonna answer some reviews now!

Sabey: lol thank you very much Sabey! I'm glad you like it!

unkown2005: I know, it's so sad……wow! I think you might be a liiiiitle bit psychic. I'm glad you like my stories. Lol I can't kill off Tristan! He's kool. But he's also pretty much brainless so it's ok!

Silver Mirror: thank you. I'm glad you think my story is cool. The dream just seemed like a good place to end it.

Dark-Lady-Devinity: (gets jumped) whoa! Yeah I know I haven't updated in a while…but I'm here now! Thank you. You'll just have to read on to find out how he gets saved.

Athena777: I know, it is tragic, but I'm sure Yami will be saved……hehehehe good guess but not quite!

Jadeyuy: eep! (Hides behind a sofa) I'm sorry I haven't updated! It just seemed like a good place to leave it! I'm glad you like it…I haven't ever seen The Grudge it looks too scary for me.

Yami Adritha: hehehe good guess! Very good guess! But not quite the right one! Thank you for reading it!

Herald of Chaos: ok! I'm updating! Sorry it didn't come sooner!

My Tourniquet: lol thank you. Awwwww you're so sweet! Don't worry, Yami will be fine… (Cough)…

CrimsonDxX: Most of my stories seem sad, but have a happy ending. I'm glad you enjoy this story so much. I hope you review this chapter too.

Chan: If I accidentally left you out, then I am sorry! I'll include you in the next chapter!

Yugi: You are evil to Yami, Chan!

Chan: I know I am!

Yami: Y-you're proud of that?

Chan: . yes! Now continue…… (Voice fades out)

Chapter 13
 The Guardian

Bakura P.O.V.

I franticly searched Yami's body, trying to find the major source of the bleeding. The cold wood floor was staining a crimson red…the same colour as Yami's beautiful eyes. The wounds had stopped appearing by now, but the blood didn't stop flowing. It didn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks either. I bent over Yami, sobbing and resting my head on his chest, like a mourner bent over a coffin at a funeral.

I didn't like that description very much. It seemed too real, like Yami was already dead…it was a morbid, creepy thought…I hated it so much that I banged my head against the wall until the image of Yami in a coffin faded away. But I still knew that it could come true. I was worried it already was true when I noticed his chest was still rising and falling steadily, and when I put my ear to his chest, I could here his heart thumping at a slow, but even pace. It was quiet, but it was enough. It was all I needed.

I seized Yami's arms and pulled him towards the sofa, noticing that he was too light, that he moved too easily across the floor and that it took far too little effort to haul him onto the sofa. Gently sliding a pillow under his head, I straightened up and head for the bathroom. Returning with the first aid box, I stopped at the phone. My fingers twitched, longing to pick it up and phone for help. Whose help I didn't know, I didn't care, but I was pretty sure I couldn't handle this alone. My hand was actually on the phone, lifting it up, when I suddenly heard, no felt, a voice speaking to me. It was as though my own mind was speaking to me. I know voices in your head aren't a good thing but this was unlike anything I've ever heard.

No Bakura. You can do this alone. And then silence. The only thing I could describe it to, was when Ryou talks to me through our mind link, but this voice was of a young girls. For some reason I trusted her and put the phone down, hurrying to Yami's side again. And as I stared at his body, I found that I knew exactly what to do for every single cut bruise and wound. Setting the first aid box down, I got to work.

Dream

Normal P.O.V.

The assassin locked eyes with Yami. The young pharaoh's heart was pounding in his throat. His mother, the queen of Egypt, was dead. He was now pharaoh. He was now facing an assassin. He just wanted to cry, to run from the room and never look back. But his mother had died to save him. He had to keep quiet, had to keep still. He was not about to let the assassin find him after what his mother had done. He refused to let her die in vain. While these thoughts were rushing thorough Yami's mind, the murder outside the cupboard was growing eve closer, one hand outstretched towards the door. He was so close that Yami could feel his breath through the slits in the cupboard door.

"I know you're in there pharaoh." Hissed the voice. "Come out on your own and I won't make you join your mother…..You could come with me Yami." Yami put his hands over his ears to block out the sound of the man's voice. He'd never listen to him, he could never join him.

"Come with me, Yami." No thought the young pharaoh. No I won't. The man's hand was on the cupboard door. I'm going to die. The door was opening. I'm going to die just like my mother. He shut his eyes tight not wanting to see the man kill him. He stood, eyes closed, hands curled into fists at his side, waiting for death to come. But it never did.

The man had frozen. A shout and running footsteps where heard outside in the corridor. With a final glare at Yami, the man hissed,

"You're very lucky pharaoh. But I'll be back." And then he turned and disappeared out of sight. As Yami watched, too terrified to speak, a guard appeared in the doorway, turned and shouted over his shoulder for the more guards.

Yami's P.O.V.

I could see two small figures standing either side of the guard that had saved me. They stepped foreword, and by the dim light of the lamp one was carrying, I could see they were Jono and Seth. Seth was gripping Jono's fingers tightly and standing in front of him slightly, protectively.

"Yami?" he whispered, opening the door. "Are you ok?" I didn't know what to say. Slowly nodding, I allowed Seth, and then Jono, to hug me. My mother……dead…but I couldn't cry; my sadness was far beyond tears. I just let Seth hold me close. After what seemed ages, but was only a few minuets, my sisters arrived and Aya picked me up into her arms. I think that's when I started to cry, but I'm not sure. I'd held it together for so long and now I was falling apart. Ruby had picked up Seth and Emma had Jono. I couldn't tell if any of my other sisters were crying but when Aya bent to kiss my cheek, hers was damp from tears. I was so exhausted that I was un aware of what was happening, I could feel myself being carried somewhere but I never felt myself being put down as I fell asleep in Aya's arms.

End Dream

Bakura's P.O.V.

My heart was thudding as I wrapped a bandage round Yami's upper arm. His dream seemed to have stopped now, at least he wasn't shaking or talking in his sleep anymore, but he was yet to wake up, whether this was good or bad I don't know. On one hand, I could now concentrate on bandaging him more instead of trying to top him from rolling off the sofa. But one the other hand, it wasn't so easy for me to tell if he was still breathing. I had to keep resting my head against his chest and holding my hand near his mouth to feel the reassuring warm breath against my skin every few minuets. I could now also admire him better. He seemed to be getting more and more beautiful every day. Right now, even though he was bleeding and unconscious, he seemed more gorgeous than the last time I had seen him, but I guess that was just because I was paying closer attention to him and there for noticing how amazing he actually was. But he was too skinny. Not anorexic, but almost as bad. His ribs showed a little more than was healthy and his stomach that had once been flat now dipped inward slightly. With a sigh I brushed some of his hair out of his face and bent down close to his ear.

"I love you." I whispered. I'm not sure why I did but I had to get it off my chest and at least now he was asleep so he couldn't answer back or turn away in disgust.

"Mmhmm…." He mumbled in his sleep. I'd jumped when he spoke but now I realised that it was only sleep talk I calmed down. Or was it only him sleep talk? Your brain is still active while you sleep, so maybe he was subconsciously acknowledging me and answering what I just said. Running my tongue over my lips, I bent closer again and whispered into his ear.

"Can I kiss you?" Bakura what are you doing! If he wakes up with you kissing him he'll kill you!

"Mmhmm…." He mumbled again, turning onto his side, still asleep. Was that a yes? Did I have his permission? Well, now you've said it, this is the best shot you're ever gonna get at it…just don't screw this up. I leant closer than ever, and then, pressed my lips against his cheek, not moving away from him for several minuets.

"Thank you." I whispered yet again. This time there was no response, just the soft feeling of the air he was breathing out against my face. It felt so good…What if I asked him something else? If he just kept mumbling 'mmhmm' and didn't wake up, I could do anything at all!

I quickly stood up to wipe these ideas from my head. There was no way in hell I would EVER do that to Yami. Not unless he wanted me to. Which he doesn't. I stayed standing next to him, unsure what to do. With a huge sigh, I turned and headed into the kitchen. Taking a glass down from the shelf, I brushed my hair out of the way of my eyes. Yami was looking slightly better, but I was still terrified. Anything might happen in his dreams. Sometimes the memories he gained did worse mental damage to his mind and emotions than the physical damage caused to his body. When I returned to the living room, Yami was still laying on his side in the same position he had been when I kissed him. The very memory was enough to make me go scarlet with embarrassment and happiness at the same time.

I don't know why, but I suddenly got the urge to look over to the window. And when I did, I got the shock of my life. Standing there, leaning against the wall, and smiling straight at me, was a woman. She was as clear to see as you or I but something was telling me she wasn't as she seemed. As I stood frozen to the spot, her smile widened and she opened her mouth to talk.

"Don't worry dear." She said, before turning her eyes to Yami. "My son will be alright in the end." The glass dropped through my fingers, exploding and showering my feet with glass, soaking my trainers. And with the shattering sound of the glass, the woman vanished into thin air, without even a flash of light.

End Chapter

Chan: sorry if it seems so short, I've been working on this for about a month now and I think that seemed like a good place to end it.

Yami: (one eyebrow raised) Bakura kissed me?

Bakura: I kissed Yami?

Chan: (nods) yes to both your questions. If I get some reviews I'll try and update sooner. So R&R if you like this story.