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Chapter 11

Mariku peered down from the window at the other blonde boy; who for some reason still had his pants undone.

"Well? Are you gonna help me down or what?," Mariku persisted.

Marik rolled his eyes and walked over to one of the sinks, because apperently his hands weren't clean enough for the other boy to touch. As the water ran, it was obvious of how impatient Mariku was as he drummed his finger tips along the window sill. Marik walked back over and stood below the window, hands held high for the other boy to grab on. As Mariku struggled through the small window, a conversation started up.

"I don't understand it," Mariku said as he grabbed hold of Marik's hands. "Why is Bakura always after a different boy each day. It just doesn't make any sense why he would possibly go after Duke!"

Marik rolled his eyes, "And you know what I don't understand? Why you can climb up a wall and through a window, but not down!"

Mariku turned a little red."You know how angsty I get when looking down from a high place!"

"High place? You call this a high place? It's five feet off the ground for crying out loud!" As Marik went to gester with his hands, he accidentaly released his grip from the other boy and Mariku came falling from the window with a smack.

Mariku looked up from the ground at Marik,"I hate you. I really, really hate you."

-Near the Front Door-

"You what?" Ryou stood with his hands on his hips infront of the older albino man.

Bakura looked at the floor. "Well, you see...it's complicated."

"Complicted!," Ryou yelled. "More like you just have no self respect and no concern for anyone elses' feelings that you so selfishly go out of your way to pick up guys that you don't even like, and shameless break their hearts by doing something so utterly stupid as to-"

Bakura cut him off, "I like you."

Ryou's face went blank as you looked back up at the other boy. It was obvious how serious Bakura was being. He looked down at Ryou with soft eyes, and Ryou persisted not to look into them. There was no way Ryou would be pulled in by such a shameless, fithly, idiot.

Bakura grabbed the other boy's hand and pulled him out of the theatre. "Come. Let me explain."

"What about Marik? We can't just leave him here!"

Bakura put one hand on over his own eyes. "Honestly Ryou, do you ever use your head? He has been in there for twenty minutes. It's bloody obvious that there's no need to wait."

Bakura held the younger boy by the hand, and led him away from the city. They walked in silence until they crossed over a small bridge that led out of the rural area, and into a more suburban one. It seemed nicer than it had before to Ryou; he was no longer alone. They walked over to the small stream by the large cherry blossom tree, the one that Ryou used to play near when he was younger. Bakura sat down by the stream, and gestured for Ryou to do the same. But Ryou didn't move.

He sighed and looked away. "Bakura, I'm not going to let you pull me in any further until you tell me what the bloody hell has gone through your mind this time."

"As I have told you before," Bakura reached his hand up and stroked Ryou's soft fingers. "You."

Alright, well the whole Bakura liking Ryou thing will be settled in the next chapter.

Sorry for making you wait, but I will maybe even have two chapters done for next week.

No promises though =^.^=

And by the by, this chapter was longer before, but I came back to finish this chapter and accidentaly erased something. I have no idea what I erased though, so there is no way for me to type it back in.