Hey! Sorry if this is so late! Midterms are coming up and I'm trying to type as fast as I humanly can. Now, Chapter 9 of all the stories are indeed almost ready, so I may have it put up in the next few days or next week. Either way, Enjoy~!

Chapter 8 - More Than One Bargained For

"Let's begin, shall we?" the captain grinned evilly. Something clicked in Yami's mind that this probably wasn't going to end well.

"Do you know Bakura?"

Yami nodded. "Of course I do. He's a very close friend of mine."

"Oh?" the guard responded in mild surprise. "How close?"

Yami wasn't going to confess about his relationship with the albino, so he laughed, "Like brothers. Some have even thought we were twins!"

"Really?"

"I didn't believe it either!"

"So, did this happen often?" he inquired, curious about the male in front of him more than the person he was searching for in the first place. *Perhaps he could tell us more about Bakura...*

"Oh, every once in a while, perhaps." the former pharaoh sighed airily. This seemed to be going way too smoothly in Yami's opinion.

"Well, we have people claiming that he was the man dubbed as the 'Angel of Silence.'" the police chief said, getting straight to the point. "If their claims were true, how would you feel?"

Yami appeared as if he was in some sort of shock at the accusation. Again, he was a talented liar.

"If the rumors were true?" he raised his voice in mock anger. "How dare you think Bakura had something to do with those murders!" Yami spat at them. He prentended to be furious at them, streaming curses in Egyptian, Latin, French, and Arabic. (Don't ask. Those were languages I wanted to learn)

"Hey, now, you don't have to be mad at us!" one of the men called as Yami conitnued to curse them out in more than one language.

"I can't believe you people!" Yami screamed. "These...These unbelievable accusations that my friend is a serial killer, I mean, really! You people are fucking unbelievable!" He turned away from them and walked into the kitchen where he could see the hall closet.

He got to the table when the someone, probably a new guy, said, "Okay, this is ridiculous and is getting us nowhere! Let's take him in and get him to tell us where Bakura is!"

Yami felt his blood turn to ice. That's not part of the plan. Out with the lies and in with the instinct, he pulled out an ebony black gun from behind him and pointed it at the crowd, fear evident in his crimson eyes. "Stay away from me!"

Bakura was really beginning to get worried about Yami. He's locked in the closet and his boyfriend is out there covering his ass for him. As much as it damaged his pride, he was grateful that he had caught them before the reached the door.

He started picklocking the door of the closet with a paper clip. He heard the soft 'click' before quietly turning the doorknob. He was hearing much more of the indistinct conversation now since he could actually hear what they were talking about.

"...at my friend is a serial killer, I mean, really! You people are fucking unbelievable!" He watched as his lover walked into his sight with a smirk on their faces.

He could see him. Bakura waved to him. Yami winked back to him. One of the cops called out to the captain, "Okay, this is ridiculous and is getting us nowhere! Let's take him in and get him to tell us where Bakura is!"

Yami's expression changed dramatically from a mischevous act to paralyzing fear. He could only watch as he turned, pointing a gun to the police (which is either brave or really stupid in Bakura's opinion) and shout, "Stay away from me!"

That was Bakura's cue to get going. He walked down the stairs to the basement as quickly and as quietly as he possibly can without alerting anyone. He could only pray to the gods that Yami makes it out of this one without getting arrested.

"Easy now, kid. We don't want to-" The captain was attempting to patch things up since one of his subordinates had made a mess of things. Whoever this guy was, he may have had a few memories that may have traumatized him at a point in his life.

However, his sentence was cut off when Yami shot a bullet into the ceiling.

The group gasped as Yami decided to point it towards them once again. Some even took a step back. Acknowledging their actions, he smiled mischievously and, with his tone dripping with sarcasm, laughed, "I believe I've proven my point, don't you?"

Bakura could still hear Yami. Boy, does he sound pissed! He opened a box that contained everything he had ever stolen. Some of the things inside belonged to Yami. In a past life. In Egypt.

He would make sure that those things remain hidden until he was sure he could return them without repercussions.

In the meantime, he locked the box and hid it away so that he was the only person who knew where it was stored. He grabbed a pistol and checked to see if the safety was on and it if it was loaded.

The thief waited until there was some sign that it was safe to return.

"Don't make me say it again. Bakura would never become a killer. If that's the only thing you're here for, then you can leave!" Yami gestured to the door with the gun. "The door's right behind you." he said half-playfully.

The guy that suggested taking Yami in hopes of luring out Bakura began to walk towards him. The teen pointed it to the window behind him and fired another shot. The man froze as the bullet past his head and broke the window. He prepared another shot in case anyone else wanted to try. "Next time, it'll be your head." Yami sighed.

The captain stepped between the man and Yami, prepared to take the next hit. Yami laughed, once again with the sarcasm, "Oh, aren't you brave?"

The man hesitated before asking, "Don't you think you're overreacting a little?"

"How about shutting your mouth before I shut it for you?" the teen threatened before cocking the gun and aiming right between his eyes. "Leave at once. I've had enough of the bullshit you've been giving me today." Some ran out the door after that.

One of them, however, probably someone else new, narrowed his eyes. "You... seem so familiar to me. Have we met before?"

Yami remembers him alright. He was there when his parents were murdered. How he was found out, Yami could only guess. He turned the weapon on him. "Say another word and you'll end up dead." he growled.

"You're that kid... from that day eight years ago." he continued, unfazed.

"Shut up!" Yami screamed. It was bad enough already.

"Yami. Yami Kuro." Yami's blood went from boiling with rage to cold with terror. "It's you, isn't it?"

"You know this boy, Tsubaru?" the captain asked. Yami's mind snapped somewhere as he pulled out a second from his person.

"That's enough!" the former pharaoh screamed, pointing the second towards the captain. More of the policemen fled for their lives until there were only four remaining in the house.

"Put the guns down." the captain said gently, hoping to God that he wasn't shot.

Yami lingered there for a moment, considering his options. Feeling lke there was no other alternative, he took off for the basement stairs. He could hear them calling for him and their footsteps following his. He was, thankfully, faster than they were. When there was enough distance between them and him, he called the thief's name. Bakura came close to him.

"What happened?!" he demanded.

Yami grabbed his arm and whispered, "We need to leave. Now."

~A/N: Yami: You didn't actually think I'd sell you out, did you? *smirk*

Bakura: For a second there, yes, I did.

Yami: I love you, Bakura, and nothing will ever change that.

*Makeout between Yami and Bakura*

Sakura: Alright, that's enough out of the both of you for now. Please Review! X3