Woooh! Next chapter! Bakura finally wakes up, and finally...FINALLY...PSYCHOSHIPPING! Yeeesss!! This is a scene I've pretty much had planned since..well..forever. This was always how they were going to finally get together. Before you ask, no this does not mean Lunar Eclipse is close to finishing. I have no intentions of ending it anytime soon.

So no worries~

Disclaimer: PLOT IS MINE! Seriously, touch it, I will kill you. Characters aren't, plot is. MINE.


Waking up after experiencing the most traumatic thing in ones life is never easy - your mind tries to remain shut down, to block out the experience, to keep you from having to open your eyes and face the fact that you just suffered a massive blow. Even after you manage to struggle through the initial reaction enough to surface from unconsciousness, there's still the sickening dread in your stomach, the fear that you were still in the situation, and you laid there for hours simply to avoid facing reality.

Thus was the reason that it took three weeks for the moon to finally surface from the darkness he had sunk into as an escape from what had occurred, and six or so hours after regaining consciousness to actually slit his eyes open.

Only to be met by utter darkness. Releasing his breath in a long, tense sort of sigh that hitched at the end, simply due to the unease still pulsing through his veins. After a moment of simply laying there, without anything lunging at him, he finally dared to open his eyes the rest of the way.

Fearing like this made the far part of his mind hiss with aggravation; he was the moon, damn it! Nothing scared him, because nothing had the power to scare him, but that didn't make the panic sticking at the back of his throat any easier to deal with. What he was experiencing was irrational, a fact he personally acknowledged, but it was very real, and despite all his effort and self-reassurances, every movement still caused him to flinch.

Slowly Bakura eased from his back into a sitting position, gaze darting around the dark room, making out everything with ease despite the lack of light. After all, he was still one of four of the most powerful beings in the world; darkness dared not challenge him, for even as he was the pale one was still not to be toyed with.

Carefully sliding off the bed, the hot wood instantly cooling as his toes came in contact with it, allowing him to shakily push himself upright. Of course, despite all his power, his mind seemed to comprehend gravity as a worthy opponent, because he stumbled and would have fallen, if the ground hadn't shot up to prevent such a thing.

Scowling, now quite frustrated with his own weak state, Bakura half-limped out of the room, surveying the house around him with surprisingly sharp eyes, not missing a single detail. Whoever's house this was, it was lacking in detail. No family photo's, no intricate objects on the cupboards. It was sparingly furnished, with no more then the necessities.

A couch, an armchair, a TV, a fireplace was what occupied the living room. Beside it, the kitchen, only had a stove, three cupboards, a fridge, a flat counter, and a microwave. Obviously the owner wasn't there to impress.

Disregarding it and making his way firmly to the front door - which swung open obediently at his approach - and stepped out into the dawn streaked world.

Two familiar voices erupted through the air. "Master Bakura!" Ryou screeched as he scrambled to his feet, making a move as if to dive towards the moon, only for Malik to gasp and grab him by the shoulders, jerking him back harshly.

Blinking at the action Bakura narrowed his eyes, curious as to why the fuck Malik had done that. Did he really think he was that weak? Annoyed now, he bared his teeth and opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, only for all sound to morph into a startled squeak as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a heated chest.

"Ten feet, star." A low, unfamiliar voice hissed inches from Bakura's ear and he stiffened; panic reared it's ugly head. He was being restrained again, someone was holding him and pinning him and no no no he was not letting this happen again no fucking way!

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Bakura practically roared; his eyes flashed to almost white, and ice flared up his arms with a loud crackle, the temperature plummeting to a degrees it made his own lungs sting at the sheer coldness of the world around them - only the two standing with wide eyes ten feet away remained untouched. In split seconds all the grass within a foot of him shrivelled and died, icicles forming on tree branches like small crystals, turning the grassy meadow into an ice age in less then a minute.

Satisfaction came and left when it clicked into his mind that he wasn't being let go. Those arms merely tightened, the warmth of the assaulter's skin completely unaffected by the frost, and a low crooning was rumbling through the chest pressed to his now very tense back.

"Sh, Kura, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you." The faceless figure soothed, and slowly the panic began to simmer down, a strangely familiar scent settling over his senses, relaxing him faster then the words themselves did. Instinct recognized the aroma before he himself did, encouraging him to press back against the one holding him, eyelids fluttering.

The ice retreated, colour seeping back into the world around him as well as his own eyes. Trees almost seemed to shudder, as if to shake off the bitter cold still lingering in the clearing, and Ryou and Malik released equal whimpers of relief.

But it was beginning to sink exactly where that scent was from. The thick, spicy, unique aroma...but it wasn't possible. Because that smell only emitted from one person in the world, and that person was definitely not the one holding him so lovingly, and was certainly not the one speaking to him.

Because that particular person had never spoken to him before, forget with such utter care. Hope, however, was hard to kill, and with a heavy swallow Bakura croaked out the name. "Marik..?"

A loud purr and a particularly enthusiastic nuzzle was his only answer, and it was the only one he needed. With a loud gasp that contained all the breath he had been holding the moon slumped completely into the waiting arms of the sun, disbelief and utter sheering joy leaving him momentarily dazed.

Marik. The Sun. The only person in the whole fucking universe that filled him with pulses of need and desire. The person who had fought him tooth and nail for privacy, who had caused him nothing but pain...was holding him. Was protecting him.

Was...Holy shit. Red hued brown widened when it clicked into the paler one's mind that, somewhere during his shut down mode, the tanned male had turned his head just enough...

And now Marik was kissing him. Marik. Marik. Was kissing him. Marik was kissing him. Hello shock, pleasant to see you. Of course you can take over. Common sense and panic are both successfully worn out at this point and could use the break.

An all to familiar tongue brushed against his lips, body jerking at the touch, breath catching in his throat. Okay, cancel that order. Seems desire wants a go.

Pale hands flashed up to sink into blond hair as Bakura yanked Marik closer, mouth practically crushing against the one pressed so willingly to his own, eyes fluttering closed as the moon allowed himself to sink into the sheer ecstasy that was overwhelming him.

The current situation was confusing as hell, he had no fucking clue what was going on, but the key point was the fact that the Marik was kissing him - yes, the same Marik who had tried again and again to toast him alive, and who had tried to murder him when he had tried to kiss the blond - and this time it didn't seem like he was going to play a visit to death anytime in the near future.

So lost in his own giddy joy, Bakura completely forgot about the two stunned stars watching from - as commanded - ten feet away, as the sun practically plundered a more then willing moon's mouth.

"Did he just..?" "Are they..?" "But I thought..?"

"Interesting." Both of them released startled yelps, spinning around so fast they both tumbled to the ground, blinking up dazedly at the amused Dusk standing above them. Giving the stunned stars a fanged grin Yami refocused his attention on the scene going on in front of them. Inside he dancing; both of the other entities seemed to be enjoying this. Which meant..No more babysitting! Thank..well..them.

Meanwhile, both Marik and Bakura seemed pleasantly oblivious to the growing mass of onlookers as creatures of all kind gathered; apparently, not only was the moon back, but the war between him and the sun had been successfully solved.

Something everyone was horribly relieved for - but judging by the massive grin on the paler's face when the kiss finally broke, none so much as him.


If anyone dares says I rushed their relationship, I will break you. 17 chapters guys. 17 CHAPTERS! That is not rushing!

Also, I do plan to explain Marik's...'sudden change of heart'. Yes there is a reason behind him suddenly going from 'hating' Bakura to kissing his brains out. Don't worry. It will be explained

R&R!!