Hey peoples! I'm sorry that this chapter took a little longer to get out. I had some trouble with inspiration. But everyone (Including me) should be thanking Blue wolf K9, because without her this might not have been posted for a while. You see she's one of my good friends, she's also on my soccer team, as well as in my homeroom. And she wouldn't stop bugging me about writing this! So to make her quit bugging me HERE IT IS! I actually just finished writing this yesterday, so I hope you all enjoy chapter three: Confessions pt.2

Disclaimer: I now own Yu-Gi-Oh GX! I over ran the people who used to own it! Looks at the real owners who are very scary looking right now Ummm…ok so I don't own it. But don't sue me for wishing! Shesh… a girl can dream can't she! Oh well.

Present

Looking back on it now, Bastion realized that it was his fault that Zane had tried to commit suicide. He had been the one to give the obelisk all that pain and suffering. But he remembered that that was exactly what he had thought in the first place. That maybe if he hadn't existed or hadn't come to Duel Academy… would Zane still have tried to commit suicide?

Flashback

Bastion stood there, dumbstruck, at what Zane had just admitted. He just couldn't believe it… THE Zane, THE best duelist at Duel Academy, THE most popular guy in school, and, in Bastion's eyes, THE most perfect person on the planet… had tired to commit suicide.

At first he was shocked beyond belief, but then… he was overwhelmed with feelings of concern, and confusement. Questions filled his head: 'how did he try to commit suicide? What, or who, stopped him? How long ago did it happen?' And …the question that Bastion was really scared to Hear about: 'How close had he come to dying?'

Bastion shook his head in disbelievement, trying to fully understand what the Obelisk had just said. And to try to lower his confusement he asked, or more like stuttered, the only question he could comprehend at the moment. "Wh…why, Zane?"

The obelisk stared at Bastion, his mask hiding his emotions, and his cold voice was easily heard when he spoke. "You know why, Bastion. You don't need to ask."

"But," Bastion said, taking slow, cautious steps up to Zane until they were a foot apart, "How did you-" he couldn't finish. But Zane knew what the Ra meant.

Zane's mask began to fall, a look of sorrow and regret replacing it. He lifted his right arm, and right away the Ra could see a scar under the obelisk's shirtsleeve. He began to raise his own hand to inspect the scars, but stopped, unsure if Zane would allow him to touch. He looked up at Zane, and the obelisk nodded his head in response.

Bastion's hands then moved up to Zane's wrist. His left hand held the obelisk's wrist, while his right pushed the blue and white sleeve up to his elbow, revealing three scars, one of which was longer than the other two.

Bastion gaped at what Zane had done. He didn't want to believe, but the evidence was right in front of him. While his left hand still held Zane's wrist, his right hand began to gently go over the three scars. His fingers were gliding over the soft, smooth surface of the scars. Bastion could tell that the scars had just healed completely, with the new layer of skin. As his fingers trailed over the marks, the Ra both felt and saw Zane shudder slightly.

Bastion looked up at the obelisk. "Zane…" he trailed off, unable to think of what to say, he had tears trailing down his cheeks, and he was close to bawling.

"You'll find the same on my other wrist," the blue-haired obelisk said, closing his eyes and turning his head away in shame.

He could feel Bastion drop his arm, and the obelisk thought that the Ra would run, but instead, he was pleasantly surprised when Bastion hugged him, fiercely. Slowly and cautiously Zane put his arms around Bastion's waist, and hugged him back. He buried his nose in the Ra's hair and breathed in deeply the scent of lilacs. Zane knew Bastion was crying, his tears were, somewhat, soaking through Zane's shirt. But Zane didn't care, in fact, he too started to cry, just not sob like Bastion was.

"I'm sorry," He heard, slightly muffled by his shirt.

"For what?" he asked.

Bastion took a step back, not out of Zane's embrace, but enough to look him in the eyes. "I feel like it's my fault that you did that to yourself," Bastion admitted. "You were right, if it hadn't been for me you wouldn't have gone through all that pain and heartache." Bastion sniffled and wiped his eyes on his shirtsleeve.

"No, don't say that," the obelisk said. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault I didn't tell anyone, it's my own fault. It was my choice, all of it."

Bastion looked up at him and gave him a teary smile. He gave one in return, before leaning down to capture Bastion's mouth with his own. It was a sweet kiss that surprised Bastion at first. But after a while he returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around the taller teen's neck. Zane took this as a sign, and flicked his tongue along the Ra's lower lip. Bastion gave a slight moan, and then opened his mouth to grant Zane entrance. Zane took the chance and his tongue explored Bastion's hot cavern. Bastion's tongue met his for a battle of dominance, but Zane won. The kiss went on for about a minute, before Zane pulled away, a thing called oxygen desperately needed. They both were out of breath and were trying to catch their breath, and get their hormones under control, this wasn't the time or the place.

When they were calm Zane was the first to speak. "Come hear," he said, taking the Ra's hand and leading him over to a nearby oak tree. Zane sat down, his back against the trunk, then he pulled Bastion down into his lap.

Bastion's shoulder was against the obelisk's chest, his head resting on the blue-clad shoulder. Zane wrapped his arms around the younger boy, and they stayed like that, cuddling, for about ten minutes. Before Bastion spoke up.

"Zane?"

"Hmm?" Zane's nose was once again buried in the Ra's hair.

"Tell me what happened…from the beginning.

Zane looked down into Bastion's grey wonders. "Bastion…I'm not so sure-"

"Please Zane," Bastion cut him off, pleading, "I want to know."

Zane sighed, "Alright… I'll tell you…"

So, you like? Please say you like? Most of this was kinda forced out because, like I said earlier, I didn't have very good inspiration. But if you all could give a big thank you, and a big glomp if possible, to Blue Wolf K9 I would greatly appreciate it, and so would she. She is going to be a big (and annoying) help for future stories and chapters to come. And just to let you all know... I am making TWO sequels to this, so it will become a trilogy. But don't worry I have a long, twisted plot line for this story, so this one will take a while. But please, my faithful reviewers do not give up on me yet!

Now everyone have a nice Presidents day, and please review!