Oh man, this chappie is just..it's something else. There's a part in this chapter that I have NEVER written before it as umm...very interesting that's for sure. It's not like I'm inexperienced in that sort of thing and I've read it, it's just...yeah never written it before. Gotta give myself challenges right?

I hope I can update tomorrow but after that, I'm going to be working on my paper. I have a week left of school and I have to write a paper, and do two finals. One is open note and another is online (which is so obvious open note) so the only thing I'm worried about is my stupid research paper but I did an annotated bibliography for it so...*shrugs* I probably failed that bitch though.

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy the chappie! I really appreciate (ahhh I FINALLY know how to spell that word! *does happy dance* ha, sorry about that) all of the support I have on this story. It just makes me feel so special and loved when y'all read my stories and give me such amazing feedback. I have such amazing fans that review pretty much every one of my stories and it just makes me feel so happy knowing y'all look forwards to reading my awesomeness! So thank you so much guys! You're the best! I promise, I'll do my best to make this story as amazing as I did Fang!

Endlessly:

I could love you endlessly, I could fall in love with you and we could keep a miracle alive. Every time I look in your eyes, I get lost inside of your soul. What are you doing to me? Don't you know that I hate you? Don't you want my blood on your hands? Don't you want me to scream? Don't you realize that it's too late to bring me back life? I'm already further than death. I'm drowning in my desire for you and my need to kill you. I want my hands covered in your blood, I want your skin underneath my fingertips I want you to reach out and touch me, I want you to burn me alive with your beautiful eyes. I want to hear your voice when I go to bed at night, I want to lie next to you and watch the world go by. I want to end you for good, I want to make you suffer, I want to see the look in your eyes when you look up at me when I hold the knife above your heart. I want you to know that any claims of hope you had of us is nothing but fantasy we'll never have. I want you to be the one that kills me, I want my blood on your hands.. I want you to end me I want to feel your passion. I want to feel your soul wrapping around mine. I I want to know if you feel this too. I want to know if I can kill you now. I want to feel you underneath me I want to feel something besides this loneliness I feel inside. I want to bring the demon out of you.

I want to know if it hurts when I cut you up inside. I want to know if you really hate me or if I really hate you. I want to make me scream, I want to feel the power within me grow. I want you to knock me out, I want you to defeat me. I want something so much more from you than I could ever get. I want you to bleed, I want you to scream. I need you to know you're driving me crazy. I need you to know my soul burns passionately for you every time you give me that look I think I'm going to lose my mind. I want you dead, I want your soul to scream, to earn itself to me. I need you to know this isn't a game anymore. And what would you think if I told you that loved you this whole time? What would you say if I told you I never wanted to hate you, that I never loved you at all? What if I was playing with your mind?

What if I was lying right now? What if I told it was too personal to tell you how I felt about you? What if I told you that everything you've done to me was nothing more than just a wicked fantasies you dreamt of? What if I can't take it back? What if I don't want to? What if everything I said wasn't a lie? What if I tried to bring you back? What if I really did love you? Would you love me back, even though you think of me as a fool? Am I fool to fall in love with you? What if I told you that loving you is so impossible, it's not reality. I couldn't take it anymore. You burn me alive, I'd give myself to you if I could.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. If I did, then Yugioh would have ended with Bakura and Yami admitting their undying love for one another and Seto would have pulled Joey into a kiss to shut him up because Puppy and Darkshipping rock!

Warnings: My usual, y'all know what that means, but for those of you who happen to be new to my awesomeness, it means there's lemony goodness!

Summary:

Moments away from destroying Zorc, Yami hesitates, asking Horakhty if she can set Bakura free. She agrees, telling Yami that in order for him to pass into the afterlife, he must break his enemy of the darkness, and he only as a year to do so.

Chapter Seven: Problematic

[Yami's POV]:

My eyes widened when I realize who's standing in front of me: Bakura. I should run, say something. Yet, I'm frozen in place. Bakura seems to be frozen too. We stare at each other like we're scared if the other moves time itself will collapse and swallow us whole.

I'm getting an eye full of him. He's beautiful. The water dripping down his chest rolling off his body. His hair is dripping wet, the spikes lying on his head making him appear to look more like his Hikari than himself.

I meet his eyes, and my face heats up.

"Oh my gods, I am so sorry Bakura, I-I didn't know you were in here and-"

Bakura snickers, grabbing the towel from the shower and wrapping it around his waist. "You should really learn how to knock, don't you think?" he sneers as he walks past me. "The bathroom's all yours, don't worry, I'll knock if I have to take a piss or something. Wouldn't want to embarrass you now would I?"

I'm left frozen in place. The only indication that Bakura has left is the slamming of the bathroom door. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. It was just one incident, I'm sure this has happened to a lot of people. Everyone makes mistakes and I just need to put it behind me and move on.

I take my clothes off and turn the water on waiting for it to get warm before I step into the shower. I sigh in content, letting the water run through my hair and down my back. It feels nice to be able to come home to a nice hot shower and not be in the freezing cold. I wonder if Bakura enjoyed his hot shower.

Bakura.

It seems the only thing I'm thinking about these is him. So much is on the line. Yugi's right, I just need to take a breather and figure this out with the others, but I don't want to be a burden to them either. None of them asked to be in this situation. I'm the one that asked Horakhty to free Bakura from the Shadow Realm and from his fate of being destroyed, so I'm the one that should have to deal with this. It's not fair to the others to put them through this, but I know they'll help me in every way they can, which I am grateful for.

I can't get Bakura's beautiful voice out of my mind. I never in a million years would have guessed that the thief could sing. Then again, there's a lot about him that I don't know. It's sad really. How little we know about one another. Maybe if I open up to him more he'll start opening up to me? It's worth a try at any rate.

Thoughts of Bakura have me thinking about the incident that happened just moments ago. I feel my face heat up at the memory of his naked body. He is a sight to behold. Long wet white hair dripping down his back. Pale skin stretched over lean muscles painted with various scars, probably from his past. The memory of cock was unbelievable. I mean if he's that big when he's not even aroused, I can only imagine how big he is when he is. And those eyes, those piercing red eyes…

I lean against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut. I can't think of Bakura like this. We're enemies. I'm here to save him, not have sex with him or worse fall in love with him. But closing my eyes only allows me to see what my mind is thinking of: Bakura's wonderful body.

I feel my own body reacting and I groan in aggravation. I try to think of other things, but all of my thoughts lead back to Bakura and that beautiful voice and beautiful body of his. I wrap my hand around myself stroking myself slowly, hoping that will stop these images and thoughts running through my mind. It doesn't. I growl, giving into what my body is obviously telling me.

I tighten my hand around my cock, stroking faster. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly. It's hard though, the water hitting my chest, running down my body, the memory of Bakura and the fact that this is a new body for me in which, I have never done this to before makes this feel unbelievable.

"Shit," I groan under my breath.

I tighten my hand around my shaft, moving my hand up and down slowly. I collect the precum, sliding it down my cock and then back up again. I rub my thumb over the tip, sliding my nail across the slit. Incredible pleasure fills me to the core as I continue to stroke myself.

"F-fuck,"

I'm so close, it's not even funny. I squeeze myself even tighter, stroking myself faster. I allow my mind to take the extra step, imagining that it's Bakura's hand on my cock instead of my own.

And this, sends me over the edge.

"Bakura!" I nearly scream.

If not for my hand holding me up, I'd have fallen to the floor. My heart is pounding in my chest and I take gulps of air like it's going out of style. I shut the water off, leaning my head against the wall. The water and my release washing down the drain.

"Shit," I pant.

I have never orgasmed that hard in my life. What is wrong with me? Well, from now on, I'm going to make sure that I knock before walking in on someone, specifically Bakura. I'm sure he's embarrassed by the situation too.

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[Bakura's POV]:

I walk into the bathroom. It's nothing too exciting, but I suppose it'll do. There's a shower with a glass door, a toilet off to the side along with a single faucet sink. The floor is made of blue tile. I grab a towel out of the closet throwing it over the door of the shower and turning the water on. While I'm waiting for it to get hot, I strip my clothes off flinging the across the room. I step in the shower, sighing in content when the scolding water hits my back. I've always loved hot showers. The way they burn my skin makes me feel alive. The soap sliding across my body and the shampoo cleansing my hair. I love to feel clean. I refuse to sit around in my own filth whoever does that needs to die. Slowly.

I growl when I think of the reason I'm allowed to get cleaned in the first place: The Pharaoh. What? Does he expect me to bow down to his pathetic ass or some shit? Never! I don't owe him anything! If anything, he owes me! I mean after all, he's the reason that my family and friends died. Well, it was his father, but I'm blaming him now. He needs to pay me with his life and blood, but I suppose giving me a house to live in with a hot shower will suffice...for now at least.

I hated how he saved me. The plan was for me to win the Shadow Game and rule the world, and if I didn't win. I'd be destroyed. I knew I wasn't going to make it to the afterlife, that was a given. I knew when I heard Zorc's screams of agony that it was over for us, the Pharaoh had won our game. I knew I was going to be destroyed as pain engulfed me as well. Yet, it didn't happen. While Zorc did get destroyed, I didn't. Why? The Pharaoh claims he's going to save me from the darkness inside of me. Psst whatever. That shit may have worked on Marik, but it won't on me. He doesn't understand that I gave my weakness to Zorc when I pledged my loyalty to him. He gave me ultimate power and in return I had to gather the Millennium Items, and I did.

I did everything that idiot told me to do, yet it wasn't good enough! I clench my fists at my sides, growling angrily. How could I be so damn stupid to let the Pharaoh win?! I was so close! So fucking close to getting my revenge, but I don't get it! I fucked up not once, but twice! And now I'm getting another chance at life?!

Marik says I need to trust the Pharaoh because he helped him to break free of Mariku's control and get in control of his body again. He can be in love with that asshole all he wants to be, but I refuse to ask for his help! I don't need it. Marik threw a bitch fit about the fact I'll be destroyed if I don't let that idiot help me. I don't know why, we're not friends and we're not lovers anymore.

Marik and I were together during Battle City. It was hard to see each other because he was busy being Namu and then there was the fact that Hikari was in a coma. Marik often snuck into my room at night. I fucked that little bitch's tight ass so hard he screamed. It's a wonder that the others didn't hear anything. Then again, those rooms on the blimp were probably soundproof. Kaiba's request, no doubt seeing as how he'd probably be whacking off to the mutt while the rest of the bitch crew was sleeping in their own drool.

Marik and I broke up when Mariku sent me to the Shadow Realm. Luckily, escape was easy for me thanks to the piece of my soul I put inside the Millennium Puzzle. Through that part of me, I watched the whole duel between the Pharaoh and Mariku. Admittedly, it would have been amusing to see Mariku defeat the Pharaoh, but I couldn't allow that to happen. First of all, the Pharaoh is mine to fuck with and only I will make him bleed, scream and beg for death. And two, Mariku's whole deal with wanting to be the Pharaoh and rule the world was pathetic! The world needs to be destroyed and blanketed in darkness with me as the king!

Though, I do admit, it would have been quite amusing to see these fools being scared shitless when Mariku ruled over everything. Maybe the world would have been better with him as the Pharaoh. I'm sure he'd torture him and the others. I'd fuck him for days and join in on the torturing. I wonder what would happen to Marik though if his dark half did win that duel. For some reason, it made me feel...strange.

Our first time was extremely awkward. Not for me, but for him. I was far from a virgin, Marik was. He told me that he liked women. I enjoyed proving him wrong. I kissed him, nearly choking him with my tongue as my hand slipped down his pants stroking his cock until it got hard, then before he knew what was happening, he was stripped naked and I was swallowing him. When I shoved my own cock inside of him and he responded, I exploited the hell out of him denying his sexuality.

After I fucked him, we'd talk. I told him everything, or what I had remembered during that time. My memories were still scrase. He told me everything though, about his family and how he was a tombkeeper and that he wanted revenge on the Pharaoh for making his family watch over his dead body. Marik and I grew close, and we became friends and lovers.

After the Pharaoh defeated Mariku and Marik turned against me, I wanted nothing to do with him. We broke up. Marik begged me if we could be friends, and I agreed, but only to shut him up because otherwise he'd have followed me and I refused to have anyone around me when I was plotting revenge. I was all about being alone.

Marik introduced me to some music when we were together. He said that when he was living in the tombs he didn't get to listen to a lot of music. I found myself enjoying it. Music, if sang the right way, can tell you so much about a person and the way they feel. I have stolen quite a few CDs from music stores. They'll be alright, they've got plenty of money.

"I'll die smiling

Something I heard someone says

To me, will make me laugh

And I'll lay back, and fade away

Let me go, I'll be fine

Frozen here in time

Sick of being alive

Eaten up inside

Let me die, go away

I never got what I wanted

I never got what I needed

What's on my mind? Who can say?

It's my infection I'm feeding

I cannot stop all this bleeding

I'll be ready

Give me the morphine

And I'll go to sleep as I dream

Maybe I will just slide away

Let me go, I'll be fine

Frozen here in time

Sick of being alive

Eaten up inside

Let me die, go away

I never got what I wanted

I never got what I needed

What's on my mind? Who can say?

It's my infection I'm feeding

I cannot stop all this bleeding

Eaten up inside

Let me die, go away

I never got what I wanted

I never got what I needed

What's on my mind? Who can say?

It's my infection I'm feeding

I cannot stop all this bleeding

Eaten, eaten, inside

Inside, inside

Eaten up inside."

I loved to sing. It was one thing, besides stealing, that I was actually good at. Before I became the 'King of Thieves' I had to get money someway. So, I either sang for people, and a lot of times after I was down, people begged me to fuck them, giving me even more money. And when I started ruling tomb robbing, well let's just say I had women and men lined at my feet, fighting each other to get a taste of me. Good times, good times.

I step out of the shower, I lift my hand to reach for the towel, but something stops me. My eyes widen when I see the Pharaoh standing about three feet away from me, his eyes nearly bulging out of skull. Well, isn't this amusing. The Pharaoh is so freaked out that he's seeing me naked that he can't move or say anything. He's staring at me like he wants me or something. Umm...I'm sorry, but that will never happen. But, I can always allow him to enjoy my sexy naked glorious self right?

I allow him to continue to stare at me. His eyes roam my body. I have the urge to tease him, but I decide against it. I want to see how he reacts just by me standing here dripping wet. The spell I have on him breaks when he meets my eyes.

"Oh my gods, I am so sorry Bakura, I-I didn't know you were in here and-" the Pharaoh stutters. His face is completely red from embarrassment. I let out a snicker, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my waist.

"You should really learn how to knock, don't you think?" I sneer as I walk past him. "The bathroom's all yours, don't worry, I'll knock if I have to take a piss or something. Wouldn't want to embarrass you now would I?"

Before he has time to react, I slam the door behind me, leaving the fool in a fitted mess.

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[Joey's POV]:

It has been about two weeks since I was forced to be Kaiba's slave thanks to that stupid bet. I'm telling ya, that was three of the worst days of my life. Kaiba was ruthless. Always demanding stupid shit. If it weren't for Mokuba, I would have never survived.

Though, I have to admit, it was a lot of fun. While I wasn't serving the rich pig, I was allowed to play with Mokuba, as it was part of Kaiba's request, oddly enough. Mokuba told me that he enjoyed my company and hated that his brother and I couldn't get along. I hated it too, I mean I tried to get along with Kaiba, but he hates me. He'll never like me the way I like him. Marik told us that we just need to fuck each other, dat embarrassed me so bad! I mean, I'm not even sure if Kaiba is gay or not. I mean I'm bi, but Kaiba, it's hard to tell with seeing as how he's like a robot and likes to keep to himself. Like he's only programmed to show emotions if Mokuba's involved.

I know Kaiba's a good person, deep down inside. He loves Mokuba with all his heart. I understand how that is. Being a big brother and all. Seeing the way Kaiba is with Mokuba makes me miss my own sister. I know she's busy, living in America. I haven't heard from her in a while, what with all this shit that's been going on. I haven't really had time to call her. Maybe I should call her after we talk about what we're going to do with Bakura.

Yes, the freak show has awoken and has made our lives miserable. Just being in the presence of that man makes me freak out. I mean how can anyone be dat evil?! Why does he want to destroy Yams and the rest of us? What the hell did we ever do to him?! For some reason, Yams thinks he deserves another chance, so we're going to 'save' the bastard. Duke's right, we're just wasting our time.

Kaiba thinks Yams tries too hard to save everyone. I mean I'm all for wanting to help people and change them, but Bakura is far from being saved. But, if Yams believes he can save the tomb robber, I'm not going to stop him. I'll be right there by his side, doing whatever I can to help. Because I know without a shadow of a doubt that Yams is the only person that can save Bakura. Even though he doesn't deserve it.

We're all gathered in the living room save for Bakura, who is upstairs, doing whatever it is he does. I'm glad because just looking at him makes me want to go postal.

"So what's the plan?" I ask.

"We need to give Bakura some space." Marik says reclining in the recliner. "Bakura's not going to open up to any of you if he keeps getting pushed the way he is."

"You know that he's not going to open up to us on his own though." Anzu points out.

"True," Marik concurs. 'Which is why you'll let me handle that."

"But what about Yami?" Yug asks. "I mean he's the one that actually has to get Bakura to open up to him so he can set him free from the darkness inside of him."

"Again, you let me handle that." Marik says. "I've already started working on that. It'll take some time to do, but believe me, I'll get Bakura to open up to you, Yami."

Yami doesn't say anything. He's been quiet all morning. Did something happen last night that's causing my buddy to act so abnormal? I scowl, it has to be that stupid thief! He did this to my buddy! I should give him a taste of his own medicine!

"Yami? Did you hear me?" Marik asks.

Still, there's no reply.

"Yami?" Yugi says placing his hand on his dark's shoulder. "Is there something the matter?"

"Wah?" Yams exclaims a little too quickly. "No, no. I'm fine. Everything's fine." he says slower this time.

"Ya know ya can tell us anything, right?" I say.

He looks up at me, nodding. "Thanks Joey, but I can assure you, I'm fine."

"Alright, if you're sure." Tristan says.

"Let's just get back to discussing this." Marik says.

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[Yugi's POV]:

Something is definitely wrong with Yami. Ever since I passed him last night on the way to the bathroom, he's been acting strangely. He's hardly said anything. Did something happen last night that I don't know about? I want to ask him about it, but if he wanted to talk about it, he'd have told me, right?

Marik suggested that we keep our distance from Bakura for now. That's the best option we have honestly. With Bakura still being weak and the fact that he's throwing a fit because he has to stay here, he's not going to open up to anyone except Marik. Marik promised that he'd get Bakura to open up to Yami. I'm not sure how he's going to pull that off, but I hope he can because we don't have forever to do this.

"We should get out." I suggest.

"I agree." Anzu says. "We can't keep being cooped up in this house."

"Well, what do you guys want to do?" Tristan asks.

"Let's go to the arcade." Joey says. "Marik, Yams, you guys comin'?"

"I'll pass." Marik says getting up. "Someone's gotta keep an eye out on Mr. Perfect upstairs, right? I'm sure he's hungry."

"And what about you Yams?" Joey asks.

He doesn't answer, seeming lost in thought.

"Yami?" I say. "Joey asked you a question."

"What Aibou?" Yami asks.

I sigh heavily.

"Do you want to come to the arcade with us, man?" Duke asks.

Yami looks at the others, shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" I ask. "It might do you some-"

"Yes, I'm sure." Yami says getting up. "I just want to be alone right now."

We exchange glances my yami heads up the stairs.

'What happened Yami?'

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[Seto's POV]:

It had been about two weeks since the mutt was my servant. I do have to admit, he was pretty good at it. He did everything I asked him to. I loved seeing him all riled up when I demanded something. His anger was one thing that attracted me to him. I hate people who just throw themselves at me. Everyone's so scared of me. I want someone that wants to fight with me, to challenge me. Wheeler knows he'll never win against me, but the fact the he tries is the reason I want him.

I hate that idiot though. That obnoxious mouth and that cocky attitude are beyond annoying! He thinks that the world revolves around him and friendship can deliver you from some unknown force. Psst. Whatever. Mokuba claims that I'm in love with the mutt. Psst. I'm not in love with anyone! Especially him! I don't have time to be in love.

Sure, I find people attractive, I mean I'm still a person even though everyone claims I'm a robot. Whatever. I just choose not to indulge in perverted fantasies that will cost me everything I've worked so hard for. Mokuba is my top priority not getting laid.

Ever since Wheeler left, I've been feeling weird. I'm not sure why. I don't love that idiot! It was just three days that he had to serve me. He was annoying, always arguing with me. Cussing me out. We nearly got in fists fights because of his stupidity. Yet, I'm finding myself missing him. I've never felt this way before. It's beyond pathetic! The only person that I need is Mokuba! I don't need nor do I want the mutt. I'm just letting all that shit from Egypt get to me.

I need to stop thinking about this nonsense and get back to work because it's affecting my head and I refuse to sink down to the level of the mutt. I press my intercom.

"Yes, Mr. Kaiba?" my secretary, Priscilla asks.

"What time is my next meeting?" I ask.

"Three o'clock sir." she replies.

I sit back up, looking at the clock. It's only 11 o'clock. That means I have four hours to not think about this nonsense with the mutt.

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[Anzu's POV]:

We arrived at the arcade about two hours ago. Joey, Duke, and Tristan are playing some fighting game. Yugi and I are sitting at a table.

"What do you think's going on with Yami?" I ask.

"I haven't the slightest idea." Yugi admits with a sigh. "He's never acted like this."

"Well, do you think it has something to do with what Duke said the other day?" I ask.

Yugi shakes his head. "No, we worked that out." he says.

"Did you talk to him last night on your way to take a shower?" I ask.

"We past each other when I was on my way to the bathroom." Yugi says. "He seemed...distressed about something."

"That's strange." I muse. "I mean wouldn't he feel better after taking a shower?"

"You'd think so, but apparently not." Yugi says.

"Do you think he'll talk to you if you ask him?" I ask.

"He might, but I'm not sure. He doesn't seem like he wants to talk to anyone about it. Whatever that is." Yugi says.

"It must have been something horrible." I say. "Poor Yami."

"Yeah, he's not taking it well at all." Yugi says.

"That's an understatement." I say. "Do you think it has something to do with Bakura?"

"Probably," Yugi says.

"What could it be though? Did Bakura say anything to him or…"

'Hey guys," Joey says flopping down beside Yugi and stealing some of his fries. "What's up?"

"They're talking, dumbass." Tristan scoffs sitting down beside me. Duke pulls up a chair and sits at the edge.

"About what?" Duke asks.

"Yami." Yugi says.

"Yeah, Yams isn't doing too well." Joey says shaking his head.

"That's an understatement, Joey." Tristan says.

"Well, we need to figure out what's going on with him." Duke says. "It's obvious it has something to do with Bakura. My suggest is that we talk to Marik and see if he knows something."

"Good idea, now let's go play some games guys. No sense in being miserable when we have all these great games to play and all of this great food to eat!" Joey exclaims jumping up.

Yugi laughs. 'Right,"

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[Marik's POV]:

I bring a sandwich up for Bakura. He refuses to leave 'his' room. It's quite annoying, but then again it's only been a day since he's been awake. I have to remember that Bakura isn't the type to just jump on something. I have to give him time to adjust to this new lifestyle.

"Good morning," I say walking into the room. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Marik." Bakura says. He's sitting up, flipping through the channels of the TV in the room. I set the plate on the dresser beside of him, climbing onto the bed.

"Joey, Anzu, Duke, Tristan, and Yugi left." I say.

"Hmm," Bakura grunts.

"Yami's acting strangely, care to share why?" I ask.

"And how the fuck should I know?!" Bakura snarls.

"I don't know," I snap. "Maybe because his friends are going to be blaming you."

"When don't they?" Bakura mutters darkly. "Everything's always my fault! He's the one that walked in on me!"

I burst into a fit of laughter. "He walked in on you taking a shower?!" I cackle. "Is that why he's getting so upset?!"

Bakura shrugs. "I have no clue, nor do I care." he spits.

"That wouldn't make any sense though," I muse. "I mean sure, he'd be embarrassed by it, but he should be over it by now. Yami isn't one to hold onto things that's your job."

"Trust me, I don't plan on seeing the Pharaoh naked." Bakura spits. "I'd like to keep my eyesight thank you."

"Don't tell me you don't find Yami attractive." I say.

"He'll be attractive coated in blood that I spill from his veins." Bakura says.

I roll my eyes. "Are you ever going to let that shit go?" I ask.

Bakura looks at me. "When you turn straight, then yes I will."

I pale.

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[Yami's POV]:

I try to focus on what everyone says today on how to handle Bakura, but I just couldn't. All I could think about was the incident that happened last night. Gods, how could I have been so stupid?! If I had only knocked on the damn door I would have avoided this nonsense! But because I didn't, I'm now paying the price. Bakura's voice and the image of his soaking wet naked body will forever be implanted in my mind.

Joey asked me if I wanted to go to the arcade with him and the others. I refused, going to my and Yugi's room instead. I need to figure out how to stop these stupid thoughts. I need to figure out how to save Bakura so he can get out of my life. I think the stress is getting to me. Yeah that's it. I can't be attracted to Bakura. He's my enemy, that's all he'll ever be. Yugi says he's our friend, but then again Yugi can befriend anyone.

But as long as Bakura doesn't allow me to talk to him, I'm stuck with nothing to do. Marik said he'd take care of opening up Bakura. I don't want Marik to do my job though. It's my responsibility to open Bakura up and set him free. But I suppose I don't really have much of a choice, do I? I'm going to have to trust that Marik knows what he's doing. He knows Bakura than any of us.

Yet, I have known him longer. I know what he wants out of life: revenge. He has wanted me dead since the moment we met. I'll never forget the day I met the tomb robber. It was the day of my coronation, when I became Pharaoh. Just moments after I was attacked by some lowlife, Bakura comes into the palace with my father's sarcophagus and stolen riches from his tomb demanding the seven Millennium Items. My priest had to team up and yet, they still couldn't defeat Bakura's Diabound! It was then that I realized that Bakura was like no one I had ever faced before. I was forced to call upon Obelisk the Tormentor. And even then, it wasn't good enough because Bakura used Blue-eyes' White Dragon's attack and the battle ceased with a draw.

The during that whole battle, I felt strange. I'm not sure how to describe it. His power, his determination was off the charts. I could feel his anger and hatred for me. The look in his eyes said it all. He was giving it his all in our battle. He wanted me to die. He spoke of his village, the village of Kul Elna and how my father sent his guards to kill everyone living there.

I didn't want to believe it. Bakura had always been a liar, so why should I believe him? I had no other choice when Mahad told me the truth. He claimed the spirits of Bakura's village were evil. But if that were true, why would he want to save them? Were they evil? Is Bakura evil or..

No, he can't be evil. If he were evil, he wouldn't have gotten so upset when Father took the spirits away. He wouldn't have done the things he did if he was evil. He went too far, teaming up with Zorc. Something happened between those two and I'm going to find out what. But first, I need to apologize for walking in on him while he was taking a shower.

I stand up, walking down the hall. I knock on the door.

"Come in," I hear Marik say.

I open the door. Marik and Bakura are sitting on the bed watching TV.

"Marik, umm...could you?"

Marik looks up at me. "Are you sure?" he asks.

I nod.

"Text me if you need me." he says. "I'll have my phone on me and I'll be downstairs."

"Thanks," I mutter.

Marik nods, standing up and walking out of the room.

"So, did you want some alone time so you can bask in my naked glory?" Bakura sneers.

"No," I say trying very hard not to blush from the comment. "I'm here to apologize."

"For what? For jacking off to me?" Bakura laughs. "Don't worry, dear there's been thousands of people who've done the same. I'm just too irresistible, aren't I?"

I think I just died of embarrassment.

Bakura, unfortunately, sees this. He burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh man, you are gay, aren't you?! And here I thought you were fucking that friendship bitch!"

"Anzu's just a friend." I say. "I don't like her that way."

"Obviously," Bakura snorts.

"Must you be so crude?" I ask sitting in one of the chairs in the room.

'Must be still be alive?" Bakura sneers.

I sigh. "Bakura, I don't hate you okay? I want to help you. I know that you're hurting and-"

"I'm not hurting!" Bakura hisses. "The only person that's going to be hurting is you when I kill your sorry ass!"

"Then what are you waiting on?" I ask.

"You should know why I'm waiting." Bakura leers.

"You want to see me suffer." I say.

"Bingo." Bakura smirks.

"Look, Bakura, I'm sorry-"

"I could care less if you want to jack off to me," Bakura snaps. "It won't make a bit of a difference."

"That's not what I was talking about." I say.

"Then what?" he sneers.

Our eyes lock. Silence fills the air. I swallow the lump in my throat. My heart is beating wildly in my chest. What is wrong with me?

"I-" I start to say but I can't speak anymore. I get up, rushing out of the room going back into mine closing the door, I slide against the closed door, bringing my knees up to my chest.

"What is wrong with me?" I whisper to myself tears streaming down my eyes.

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Poor Yami. He's so confused. I think it's time to do a time jump next chappie and do some more with Ryou and Seto, don't y'all? But I have some other things to do in the beginning of the next chappie. Cross your fingers and hope that I can update tomorrow. Now, I'm going to bed. I have to get up early so I can see about this nonsense with my registration for the spring semester. Review lovelies! :D.