I'm sorry it's been ages since I last posted an update! Here's chapter 25 finally. .
Thanks a bunch for reading so far and I hope you enjoy this chapter... sorry it's quite a short one.
I will reply to your reviews next chapter because I don't have much time lately.

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(Marik's POV)

"What did I do?" I said, glancing around the group in confusion. Bakura? Did I do something wrong? Why are you so upset? I don't understand.

"Nothing, Marik," Otogi said, smiling kindly at me, his emerald green eyes staring into mine. I gave him a half smile back. Wow, his eyes are frigging beautiful… and he's so nice to me, unlike frigging Bakura, who keeps yelling at me and insulting me and messes up the house and leaves that frigging towel on the frigging floor… maybe I was wrong, maybe he would make a better boyfriend than Bakura… What am I thinking? Bakura is my boyfriend and I really like him. Ugh. I need to bloody sort my head out. 'Bloody'? I'm starting to sound like Bakura…

"I think it's obvious what upset Bakura," Yami mumbled quietly. I looked up at him immediately and he stared back.

"What? Did I do something?" I asked.

"Yes. Bakura is jealous, he thinks you like Otogi more than you like him," he replied simply. I glimpsed at Otogi, a slight smirk was visible on his face. Was he trying to make me make Bakura jealous on purpose? I looked back at Yami.

"But that's not true! Bakura is my boyfriend! He's the person I like the most!"

"The way you look and act around Otogi begs to differ."

"Wha-? What the frig, Yami? What is your problem? Bakura was right, you are a pompous bastard!"

"Oh, so you actually agree with Bakura, for once…"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?"

"You didn't notice. When Bakura tried cheering you up about those homophobes, you didn't cheer up- not until Otogi tried cheering you up!"

"I- I…"

"Don't listen to him, Marik, it's okay," Otogi purred.

"Don't say that. It is not frigging okay! Bakura is upset with me because of YOU! You've been trying to make him jealous! I don't care if you like me, I don't want you hurting Bakura and I over your stupid crush!" I muttered icily. I was wrong… Otogi is an asshole… Oh, Bakura, I'm so sorry. Otogi didn't respond. "Oh, frig… I'm so stupid." I glared out the ground, trying to work out what I could say to fix my relationship, picking at the grass, irritated. Why am I so frigging stupid? I should've just fucking realised what I already had!

"Marik…" A female voice said softly. I looked up across the circle at the source, a scowl on my face, at the source of the voice, Anzu. "Why are you still here? Hurry and go to Bakura… Tell him how you feel. Love is as important as friendship."

"Don't tell me what to do," I mumbled, cutting her off before she could start a friendship speech. Normally I was quite tolerant but in the mood I was in, one of her friendship speeches could have caused me to punch her. "And, anyway, what can I say to him? I don't know how to say what I am feeling."

"You'll know when you see him," she replied, her voice was confident. She does understand emotions a lot better than most, I suppose. I grinned at her and stood up.

"Thank you, Anzu. Bye! I'll see you all some other time. By the way, Otogi-san, it would never work out for us. I don't date boys who are prettier than I am."

As I headed off towards my motorbike, I heard Otogi mumbled, "you lot just ruined everything. I was so close to ending them! Marik was almost mine!"

To which Yami replied, "don't be stupid, Otogi, you can't break up true love, especially the love between two people bound together by emotions that had been compressed and hidden by their tragic pasts."

(Bakura's POV)

I sat alone at home, staring angrily at the stupid picture of stupid Marik on the stupid wall. Soon, my anger became too much, I needed to break something. I ran to the kitchen, opened one of the cupboards and began smashing numerous plates. I grinned as they shattered; laughing maliciously, as I imagined what it would be like to smash Otogi's big head. Fucking relationship-ruining bastard, I swear I will punch his bloody smug face in the next time I bloody see him. My need to break thing still didn't feel fulfilled. I opened another cupboard and inspiration hit. Marik's favourite mug, an ugly purple one, sat on the cupboard's shelf. I grinned, grabbing it. "This is for making me finally care for someone other than Ryou and then breaking my fucking heart, Marik fucking Ishtar," I said as I lifted it above my head, ready to throw it to the ground. "I fucking ha-," I began but I was unable to get out the word which usually came much too easily to my lips. I closed my eyes and breathed. "I ha-… I ha-…" I couldn't say it and I knew why. I didn't hate Marik, I didn't hate him at all. In fact, it was physically impossible for me to hate him. He was Marik, he was beautiful, personality-wise and looks-wise, and even after everything he had done, I couldn't hate him… because I loved him. I sighed. Look at what you've done to me, Marik, you buggering bastard. I lowered my arms and cradled the mug, tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry," came a voice from behind me. Marik. I froze, not turning around, desperately trying to blink away my tears. Marik could not see me cry.

"I didn't hear you come in… Sorry for what?" I asked, still not facing him.

"For making you jealous."

"I WAS NOT JEALOUS," I yelled, turning around to face him, my normal scowl fixed on my face.

"'Kura," I felt my expression soften as he said my name, "have you been crying?"

"What? No," I lied.

"It's okay if you have…"

"I'm Bakura, I don't cry."

"It's okay to let yourself cry every now and then."

"Ryou said that to me once."

"Did you believe him?"

"No. Tears don't solve anything."

"But they let your emotions out."

"I can find other ways of doing that."

"I can see that," I noticed him glance at the shattered plates on the floor. I forced myself to hold a laugh in. I was surprised he didn't complain about them.

"Anyway, I don't need to let my emotions out. I'm fine."

"That's the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever heard."

"No, the biggest piece of bullshit is that you don't feel any better until Otogi convinces you everything's okay."

"Bakura, I-,"

"Don't start. This relationship clearly meant more to me than it did to you." I love you and you don't even understand.

"Meant? It doesn't anymore?"

"No. It doesn't." Yes, it does.

Then, something I hadn't anticipated happened. Marik fell to his knees and began crying.

"M-…Marik?"

"You say it meant more to you? You don't even know how I feel about you! You don't know that my nightmares have become about losing you! You don't know how much I… how much I love you!" He screamed at me, through his tears.

"I… I… I…" I tried to reply, Marik looked up at me.

"Bakura, you're crying…"

"W…Why is this happening? I'm n…not sad."

"Happy tears?"

"They must be…" Marik's mouth curved up into a smile and he wiped his eyes on his shirt. He stood up and came close to me.

"I really love you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't realise what I was doing. I was an idiot, okay?" He said, wiping away a tear from my cheek.

"You always are," I replied.

He opened his mouth to argue, but he was silenced by my lips. We kissed for what seemed like forever, it was the best kiss we had ever had. Soon, unfortunately, I had to pull away for air.

"But it's okay," I whispered, "because you're my idiot."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
It might be a while until I update again. Busy schedule :(
I'm sorry. I will update as soon as possible.
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