I am sooo sorry… I'm a horrible person. It's been forever since I've updated. Again. This time though, it was because of SCHOOL! I WASN'T BEING LAZY!

I also had kind of a hard time trying to figure out what to do. *COUGH WRITERS BLOCK COUGH* well, I sincerely hope you don't stop reading the story if you find that this chapter is a crock of cow pie o_o

And thank you sooo flip flopping MUCH for EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED! And all of the people that even HIT the story, because I was checking my traffic and noticed that there was like….a thousand. *HAPPY SPASM!* keep hitting and reviewing and letting me know that you're alive, because it really does keep me going with the story :D

ANYHOODLES! Ignore the strange spacing of this little pre-story thingamabobber, I've been texting a lot lately so my formatting with word is uber crap….FAIL.

But yes, enjoy this chapter as much as you possibly can! Thank youuuu~

Chapter 4

Bakura pulled his jacket closer to his body, trying to preserve any warmth he could. It may not have been his best idea, storming out of the house in nothing but his thin pajamas. It didn't matter to him at the moment though. What mattered to him was how exactly he was going to find the men who victimized his hikari.

South domino was a vile place, hookers propped up in doorways with every corner you turned. They whistled and hooted at Bakura, who in turn simply shot them a cold glare and continued on his way, wherever that was. Rundown apartment buildings loomed overhead ominously, loud music leaking from their windows and ringing in the spirits ears.

A sickly cat mewled at him from near a trash can, approaching him slowly and begging for food. Bakura curled his lip at the small thing and shooed it away with a sweep of his leg. Shattered beer bottles decorated the cracked sidewalks, crunching noisily under his sneakers.

The smell of alcohol hung heavily in the air as he passed a nightclub, its windows completely blacked out. The bright neon sign read "Orchid capital" and flashed annoyingly. South domino was notorious for its nightlife, parties raging on for hours into the daylight, its patrons and guests stumbling home at nearly six in the morning. Tonight was a such a night for clubbing, for the air was crisp and cool, and there was a comfortable breeze blowing about.

"Hey! What you doin' out here all alone cutey?" a feminine voice called, making Bakura stiffen slightly. The voice had come from the direction of the club he had just passed, and he wasn't too excited to hear it.

"Walking." He said, glancing back at her and slowing slightly.

"Well the party is inside sugar, why don't you come in? I can get you in for free if you'd like…" she said, placing a hand on his shoulder, which he promptly shook off.

"I don't want to go anywhere near that disgusting trap!" he hissed, making the girl flinch a little.

"This guy causin' you problems?" A booming voice asked out of nowhere. A tall shadow towered over Bakura like a high-rise building and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He spun around and nearly bumped into a tall and rather cumbersome man dressed in black pants and a tight black shirt.

"Who wants to know?" Bakura challenged, crossing his arms and putting on his trademark smirk.

"Bouncer to Orchid Capital. Are ya in, or are ya out?" He demanded.

"He's in butch, I was just softening him up is all." The girl said quickly, grabbing bakura's arm and hugging it close to her chest.

"GET OFF—"

"well if mimi says you can come in, then I guess your alright…" Butch grunted, turning his back on the two and proceeding to stand watch by the door.

Bakura stared at the girl incredulously. She smiled shyly at him, leading him into the noisy club. Bakura looked around in slight awe, regaining his composure when he heard the parasite attached to his arm giggle.

"Why the hell did you take me in here?" Bakura asked, snatching his arm away and glancing around in suspicion.

"I wanted you to have a good time is all! No worries baby face, just grab a drink and blend in."

"I'm not looking for a good time, I want to leave. This is like kidnapping." He said, running a hand through his long white hair.

"What's up with your attitude? Are you always so rude to a lady?" she laughed, touching his arm once again. At this point, Bakura thought it normal for her to be so touchy-feely, as annoying as it was. She smiled widely at him, leading him into a seating booth. He honestly didn't want to sit on any of the furniture in the nightclub, because he was sure they weren't the most sanitary things. He shifted uncomfortably and rested his elbows on the table in front of him. How was he going to find these guys in such a big place, let alone at night? If Tsukoshi had a millennium item, then it would be as simple as pulling out his ring and letting it take him to him. But it wasn't that simple. Tsukoshi was a mortal among thousands, and all of them looked the same to Bakura.

"So what's on your mind?" Mimi asked, hugging bakura, much to his annoyance.

"Looking for someone. And will you lay off? It's going to be difficult getting the smell out of my jacket."

" Y'know, I did you a favor by taking you in here. You don't even look old enough to be in a club."

Bakura glared at her and scooted as close to the booth wall as he could. It was uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't some busty club whore.

" Who are you looking for?" She pried, putting her hand on his.

"What's it to you?" he said. He didn't even feel like moving his hand away from hers, because he was pretty sure that she would find some other way to invade his personal space.

"Well maybe I know the guy. I get around honey." She said, winking and squeezing his hand lightly.

Bakura pondered this for a moment, wondering if he should trust this woman he just met. He honestly had no idea where he'd be able to find Tsukoshi, and if this girl really did know him, then this was his only chance.

"Do you know—"

"Yo Mimi! Who's that over there?" A manly voice bellowed, grabbing bakura's attention immediately.

"Just another customer. He's from the north side." She replied, smiling and gripping bakura's hand once more. Bakura snatched his hand away from hers with a growl and stood abruptly.

"You," He began. Do you know Tsukoshi?"

"Who do you think you are callin my boss by his first name?" the man replied, stepping towards Bakura.

"Shut the hell up and answer me."

That did it. The man's face went beet red with fury and he lifted Bakura up by the collar of his coat, slamming him into a nearby wall.

"You need to learn some respect kid, before I beat it into ya!" He shouted, shaking Bakura around violently.

"Get off of me you worthless imbecile!" Bakura hollered, swinging his leg forcefully into his attackers side.

"What the hell is going on in here—Bakura?" Another masculine voice chuckled, pulling his lackey off of the white haired teen and lifting Bakura off of the floor.

"How ya been buddy? Finally come to apologize to me?" Tsukoshi said, simply laughing when Bakura nearly wretched at the contact he was making with him.

"Yes, actually. May we please talk somewhere more…private?" He suggested in a deceptively sweet voice. If he was going to get the guy alone long enough to kill him, he needed to put up an act.

"Ohoho, well now. Seems like you really want the massive matsumoto eh?" Tsukoshi laughed, putting an arm around bakura's waist and pulling him closer.

"But boss, he just—"

"You're fired." Tsukoshi said, flicking his wrist at his former partner dismissively.

"But boss!"

"Y-yes Mr. Tsukoshi sir, can he come along too? I'd really like it if he did…" Bakura purred, for he had also seen him in the apartment accompanying Tsukoshi.

"Well you heard the kid, tag along." Tsukoshi breathed, running his fingers along the elastic of bakura's boxers. He nearly lost it and killed them on the spot, but he regained his composure and chose to blush instead.

The three of them cut through the nightclub, Tsukoshi holding Bakura close to his body so that he wouldn't be swept away in the crowd of dancing clubbers, or taken away for that matter. Being so close to the person that hurt his hikari was making his blood boil in fury, and his heart race in anticipation. The millennium ring felt like it was pulsating in his pocket, eager to swallow another soul and regurgitate it into the shadows.

"Hey," Kenshi started, distracting Bakura from his thoughts. "Did you bring any…you know, stuff?"

"Yeah, of course. I knew this little bastard would come to me sooner or later, so im always prepared." Tsukoshi answered, opening the back door to the nightclub. The cool night air was very refreshing, seeing that they had been shut in a building with hundreds of people's body heat.

"Where are we going—" Bakura started, but his sentence was cut off with kenshi's mouth on his. Soon after Tsukoshi's hand was already in bakura's pants, gripping and grabbing at everything he could get his fingers around.

He had to admit, it was very overwhelming, with all of the stimulation going on. He wasn't expecting the two to be so vivacious. A small gasp escaped his mouth, and he cursed himself for it. His body was reacting to them, and it absolutely disgusted him. He felt his mind get cloludy, and he started panicking a little.

"not now…!" He murmured aloud.

His eyelids felt heavy and his hold on his control was slipping away. This was the absolute worse time for him to decide to pass out, with these disgusting beasts in his pants.

"Alright kenshi, get a spot ready in the back of the alley while I get him ready—hey, kid?" Tsukoshi asked, tapping bakura's cheek. His eyes were nearly closed, and he was sliding down the wall.

"Tsukoshi?" Kenshi asked, wondering why they weren't having their way with the pale teen as of yet.

"Ugh…" Bakura groaned, finally slipping unconscious and sliding down the wall until he sat limply on the cold ground.

Bakura snapped his eyes open as soon as he felt himself settle into his dreams. Searching around frantically, he needed to find a way out of this place before he became a victim, just like his hikari. This time he found himself in the same village that had been attacked when his episodes first began. This time though, there was nothing but smoldering piles of rubble and roaming spirits that were eerily silent as they drifted about, clustering in some areas. The sight saddened him once more, confusing him also. It wasn't like he had any attachment to the fallen villagers or the twisted black piles of the remains of their homes. He began wandering about the desolated wasteland, walking around aimlessly. The stairway that the palace guard mercilessly dragged a woman down had the most spirits swarming around it, and Bakura found himself strangely drawn to the same area. He didn't try to resist the nagging pull that attracted him; instead he just let himself be taken.

He walked slowly down the stairs, feeling the stony walls around it for some sort of support. It no longer smelt of death, and the horrific sound of sizzling and popping skin no longer echoed in the halls. Instead, the smell was replaced by a dank and moldy scent that hang heavily in the air, and the only sounds were that of bakura's footsteps echoing about, and his hushed breathing. It was dark, but it wasn't difficult to see. All that lay in the middle of the room was the same pot that the bodies had been thrown into, and a few unlit torches decorated the walls. Curious, bakura stepped closer to the cauldron.

"Ugh…" He said aloud, seeing all of the skeletons heaped into a large mess of bones.

"Come to pay your respects?" A voice chuckled, making bakura turn his head so quickly he nearly got whiplash.

"It's you again…" Bakura growled, glaring at the white haired visitor. He slackened his leer just a bit to analyze him, taking in the way that he appeared this time. He still had the feminine and childish face as always, but he had a slight and muscular frame, and bakura could see a toned torso under the scarlet robe he wore. It was too large for him, the sleeves hanging loosely by his sides and completely hiding his hands. He wore a navy blue kilt and his ankles were adorned in golden jewelry, catching the light and making it dance on the walls around him.

"What do you want?" Bakura demanded, crossing his arms and grimacing slightly when he noticed the boy do the same thing.

"That's what I should be asking you…" He replied, stepping into the shadows. Unlike the other various items displaced about the room, bakura couldn't find the strange teen at all. It was like he had merged with the darkness himself. Just as he was about to make his way out of the room and back into the warmth of the sun, the area surrounding him suddenly had a steep drop in temperature. Bakura flinched and yelped loudly when the mysterious stranger appeared right behind him, placing his head in the crook of his neck.

His hands slipped around his waist and rested on his abdomen lightly, as if he wasn't even there.

"Now, I'd like for you to explain why you are intruding in my home…" The boy whispered, his breath tickling bakura's ear.

"Who are you…?" Bakura asked quietly, feeling even more sluggish now th

at the stranger was close to him. Now bakura was almost certain that he was the cause of his problems, for whenever he appeared things either got much better, or much worse.

"I've told you before… look into yourself to find the answer, and the answer will be set free."

" What the hell does that mean? Listen you, you better give me some information or I'll beat it outta ya!" Bakura shouted, snatching out of the embrace. For a moment, the Egyptian looked hurt, but the expression was replaced with a wide grin.

"You seem like such a cold person…tell me, do you remember anything of your past?"

Bakura glared at him scathingly, growling in reply.

"I Guess that's a no… such a shame, no?" He sighed, actually looking genuinely disappointed. Stepping closer to bakura, he stared him down like a lion to a gazelle, before grabbing a fistful of his long snowy hair and pulling sharply.

"AH!" Bakura shouted, automatically bending backwards.

"Huh, seems as if this small set back hasn't even changed… it's been 3,000 years too. How amusing…" The boy purred, ghosting his hands along bakura's throat and making him gasp sharply. Bakura hissed and protested, but there wasn't much he could do when he was bent backwards.

"Seeing as we are both in danger at the moment, I shall relinquish you. Do not disappoint me, shadow. I no longer wish to wander the realms of darkness any longer…give me a taste of the new world, hm?" The boy sighed, releasing his grip on bakuras hair and slipping out of sight once more

UGH, ok im sorry for such a short crappy half assed chapter. Please don't stop reading it, I know this chapter was horrible but I wanted to post one because it had been two months since I updated The next chapter will be longer and more exciting, and the whole knife and alleyway thing will start making sense right off the bat in the next chapter! I've been extreme busy when I wanted to type it, because I had cheerleading, and district band and a math exam and lots of other school related things going on… don't worry im not discontinuing the story! And just to tell you, on April 9th I have my cheerleading competition and were going on a road trip, but I will definitely get started on the next chapter starting Thursday of THIS WEEK. I don't know when I'll have it up though… reviews are greatly appreciated in such a stressful time~ thank you all who reviewed, you hold a dear place in my heart