Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Heartfelt Apologies ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chibi B: sorry for the wait! I forgot I posted here! *smacks self* I'm such an idiot…

ANYWHO, yeah, enjoy the chapter, this is where I sorta screwed my whole plot up…-_-; And had to make due along the way…

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Don't rub it in…

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Bakura was the first to wake, blinking his eyes open and stretching his arms above his head. He went to sit up, but froze when he heard a soft moan. Looking down, he was surprised to find Ryou curled up next to him, his head resting on Bakura's chest. The yami stared at the other confusedly, and carefully slid out from underneath him. Ryou frowned in his sleep and whimpered at losing the warm body heat of his other half, curling into a tight ball. Bakura smiled at how cute Ryou looked just then, and pulled the blanket up over to Ryou's chin. The boy snuggled down into the covers and smiled softly, making Bakura want to scream out 'kawaii'. He silently slid out of the room, clad in his boxers, and down the hall to check on Malik and Marik. Peeking through the door, he felt his eyes soften at the sight before him.

Malik had somehow, in his sleep, managed to roll on top of Marik without waking him, and was currently curled up on Marik's chest, snoring softly. It was an adorable sight for anyone to see. Marik on the other hand, had his arms and legs sprawled out and was snoring loudly, drool hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Bakura suppressed the urge to snicker and snuck back to Ryou's room, pulling out a camera. He quietly pushed the door open, aimed, and snapped a picture.

The click and flash woke Marik up instantly, and the yami stared around, confused, before his eyes met Bakura's standing in the doorway with the camera. On seeing the contraption in the yami's hands, he glared and tried to get up to go beat the hell out of him, but realized that something was preventing him from doing so. Glancing down, he saw his hikari sleeping peacefully on his chest and let out an uncharacteristic squeak while jumping back, hitting the headboard in the process.

Of course, this caused Malik's form to slip down lower, until his head was pressed against a place that made Marik feel veeeery uncomfortable. Marik turned a brilliant shade of red and there was another flash of light as Bakura took an additional picture, trying hard not to laugh. Marik growled at him, but the growl was cut off by a choked moan as Malik began to nuzzle Marik through his boxers while still sleeping. Marik's eyes widened and he panicked, looking at Bakura with a pleading expression.

The white-haired dark had half a mind to just leave Marik there, but then thought of how he would react if he were in the same position. Sighing, he walked over to the bed and carefully lifted Malik up so Marik could slide out from under him. Setting Malik back down on the bed, he wrapped the other in the comforters and turned to a panting and relieved looking Marik. He set the camera on the dresser and motioned the other out of the room and shut the guest room door so Malik wouldn't be woken up by them talking.

"You might want to get rid of that." Bakura suggested, trying to keep a straight face while looking at Marik's obvious arousal.

"Urusei." Marik glared, crossing his arms. Then, getting a wicked idea, he put on a suggestive grin. "Why don't you take care of it for me?" Bakura raised an eyebrow at him, curiously, wondering if he was actually extending an invitation or joking. Thinking he was just joking, he shrugged and smirked at the other.

"It'll cost you." Bakura warned, deciding to play along with Marik. Marik licked his lips and looked Bakura up and down.

"Hmmmm, really?" He purred, stepping closer until he and Bakura were eye to eye. Marik noticed with some humor that he was a bit taller than Bakura, and that he had to look down to see into the other's eyes. The albino spirit looked up at Marik, confused, when the other suddenly grabbed him by the locks of his hair and crushed his mouth against him, tracing the other's lips with his tongue, seeking entrance.

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Bakura's eyes went wide in shock. Marik was kissing him!?!? He was too stunned to react to Marik's ferocious and unexpected kiss, and just stood there, immobile. Marik, growing tired of the lack of response from Bakura, bit down on the yami's lip, causing Bakura to open his mouth. Marik took that to his advantage and slipped his tongue in, exploring every inch of Bakura's mouth that he could.

Bakura snapped out of his daze and moaned, grabbing on to the other's shirt to hold himself upright while he fought against Marik's tongue for dominance in the kiss. He soon lost and was pushed up against the wall, Marik pinning the dark one's hands above his head. Marik broke off, panting, and smirked evilly at his prey. He started attacking Bakura's neck with bites and licks, making the other's eyes roll back in his head and give a small lust filled groan.

"M-Marik, what. Nnnn! What are you doing?" Bakura stammered out, biting his lip to try and stifle his mewls of pleasure.

"What does it look like?" Marik paused momentarily from sucking on Bakura's shoulder and looked up at the flushed yami. He licked a trail upwards to Bakura's ear and sucked on the lobe sensually. "What's it going to cost to get you to take care of my, er, 'problem'?" He whispered, holding Bakura's arms above him with one hand while the other trailed lightly over Bakura's well-toned chest, brushing his fingers lightly over the yami's nipple, making it harden at the soft touch. "Well?" Bakura panted harshly, his eyes half lidded and fogged over with lust and pleasure. Marik grinned, enjoying the way Bakura gasped and writhed between him and the wall. "Would your release, perhaps, be enough?"

"Yessssss......" Bakura moaned trying to rub himself against Marik. He hadn't remembered ever submitting to someone before, and the tomb robber inside him was fuming with anger at the loss of his self-control. Chuckling, Marik moved his hands down to Bakura's hips and gripped them tightly before thrusting hard against him.

Bakura threw his head back against the wall and groaned loudly, running his freed hands all over Marik's body as the other continued to grind against him roughly. Marik then mashed their lips together again, forcing his tongue into Bakura's mouth and kissing the other heatedly. Bakura broke off and gasped loudly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"More." He begged hoarsely, nipping at Marik's lower lip and meeting the other's hips thrust for thrust. ".. Aaaahhh!!" He nearly screamed as Marik's hand slipped into the back of his boxers, and was currently probing his entrance with a dry finger while driving their cloth covered erections together even harder than before. "Maariiiiiiikk!!!"

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"Where's all that racket coming from?" Malik opened the door and stepped out of the hall, grumbling. When he saw Bakura and Marik, he froze, and gaped at them.

"What's going on out here?" Ryou mumbled, rubbing at his eyes sleepily, stepping out of his room as well. He peered them opened, and his jaw dropped at what he saw. "N-Nani?" Marik jumped back from Bakura, sputtering.

"Uh, we just, um, uhhh." Bakura slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall and hugged his knees to his chest, actually blushing, and trying to hide his hard-on.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything." Malik spoke sourly, stepping back into his room and shutting the door, locking it as well. Ryou, who was slightly flushed at seeing the two half naked in the hall and making out, bowed his head and stepped back into his room.

"Gomen nasai Bakura-sama, for interrupting." He apologized quietly, and shut the door to his room softly, avoiding Bakura and Marik's gaze. Bakura glared up at Marik accusingly, blaming him for what just happened.

"You wanted it too!" Marik huffed, though he was feeling slightly guilty. He didn't know what came over him. Marik knew he loved his hikari, but also found himself wanting to be with Bakura and Ryou too. But, he decided that right now his aibou needed him. "Malik! Open up! I need to talk to you!" He shouted, pounding on the door, ignoring the fact that he was still painfully aroused.

"Ryou!" Bakura yelled as well, getting up and knocking on the door. "Can I come in?" Neither yamis got a reply and they both sighed, giving each other helpless looks. "I can go into Ryou's room because his door doesn't have a lock on it anymore." Bakura said, "But, you'll have to pick the lock to get into that room." Marik sighed again.

"What if Ryou locked himself in the bathroom? I know that room has a lock." Bakura cursed, forgetting about that room.

"Then I'll have to pick that too. Ryou? I'm coming in." Bakura announced, opening the bedroom door, and was dismayed to find that Ryou had, in fact, locked himself into the bathroom. Walking over to the door, he rapped on it lightly. "Ryou? Can you open the door please? I need to talk to you." He received a sniffle in response. "Ryou? Onegai?"

Meanwhile, Marik was picking the lock to the guest room, and had it opened within a few minutes. He threw the door open and waltzed into the room, looking for his hikari.

"Go away Marik." Malik said boldly, lying face down on the bed, his head resting in his arms. Marik inwardly winced, but walked in anyways.

"Malik? Come on, I need to tell you something."

"You and Bakura are together? Wow, I never would have guessed." Malik mumbled sarcastically, his body tense in case his yami decided to get violent with him.

"Malik, it's not like that. I don't know what came over me." Marik admitted hesitantly, sitting down on the bed next to Malik.

"You just got up and decided that you and Bakura were going to fuck in the hallway?" Malik spat, his voice muffled by his arms. "There wasn't a reason?"

"Well, ah, there was a reason." Marik reddened; remembering that what had triggered the whole incident was Malik himself.

"I don't want to know." Malik growled, though on the inside he was heartbroken. His yami loved someone else, and that someone else was another person he loved. Malik sighed, eyes watering, he should have known that things weren't going to get any better than they were.

"Malik? Onegai. Look at me?" Malik ignored him, and buried his head further into his arms. Marik scowled, pulling Malik up so that he was face to face with him. He was puzzled that there were tears in the light's eyes, and he brushed them away. "What's wrong?"

"You love someone else! That's what!" Malik blurted, then covered his mouth cursing himself for once again for blabbing out something he shouldn't have said. He averted his eyes and waited for Marik to become mad with anger and take it out on him. Minutes went by and nothing happened. Malik dared to take a glimpse at Marik, and was surprised to see that Marik looked rather upset.

Hearing Malik's words had stunned Marik more than the other would realize. Did he love Bakura? Thinking about the way Bakura looked, writhing beneath him as they ground their hips together made Marik shudder in pleasure. But... He looked at Malik. He loved his hikari too, and what about Ryou? Marik bit his lip, and frowned, distressed. Then, his thoughts turned back to why Malik was so upset that he thought he loved someone else. Realization dawned on him and he stared at Malik with awed eyes.

"Does that mean, that, that you love me?" He asked, disbelievingly.

"Yes! I do! I love you! There? Are you happy now? I already know you don't return my feelings so why don't you just go back to Bakur-!" He was cut off as Marik leaned down and enveloped the boy's lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you too Malik. Aishiteru." Marik whispered as he pulled back, and hugged Malik close to him.

"But, but what about Bakura? Am I just a second wheel or something?" Malik asked, confused, but relaxing in Marik's arm anyways. "Or, or do you love both of us?" Malik blinked, not even considering the fact that this might just be just a cruel trick Marik was playing on him. Marik was silent, contemplating.

"You're not a second wheel, and yes, I think, I think that I may care for Bakura as well. And Ryou too." Marik spoke slowly. "Gomen, but I, I can't seem to help it."

"Daijoubu." Malik timidly wrapped his arms around his other half. "I seem to, have fallen in love with them as well." He admitted. "This, isn't some joke, right? You, you really love me?" Malik whimpered, not sure to believe something that sounded so perfect.

"Hai. Not a joke." Marik smiled. "Aishiteru." Malik gave a soft cry of happiness, and held onto his yami tighter, tears of joy streaming out of his eyes.

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In the meantime, Bakura had successfully picked the bathroom lock and turned the doorknob to speak with his hikari. Seeing his light curled up on the toilet seat, he rushed over and enveloped the boy in a hug.

"Ryou, gomen nasai! I never meant for you to see something like that." Bakura confessed, stroking his light's hair softly. "Please Ryou, don't be upset."

"Does this mean you and Marik-sama are, together?" Ryou asked quietly, his head resting on his knees, not looking up at Bakura.

"Um, well, I, I don't really know." Bakura stammered. He loved his hikari with all his heart, but the two blonds had somehow managed to worm their way into his favor as well. Ryou stayed silent, trying his hardest not to cry. He knew sooner or later the day would come where Bakura would fall in love with someone and leave him alone. But, he didn't know that it would be so soon.

"It's okay Bakura-sama. I'm sure you and Marik-sama will be very happy together." Ryou forced out, sniffling, and hugged his knees tighter to himself.

"Ryou..." Bakura begged. It was now or never; time to admit his feelings Ryou. He took a deep breath. "There, there's something I want to tell you. Demo, you need to look at me."

"I, I don't want to Bakura-sama." Ryou whimpered out softly. It would hurt him too much to look at Bakura right now.

"Ryou. Onegai? It's very important." Bakura lifted Ryou's head up, and looked into the bloodshot eyes of his aibou. "Nani? Ryou, what's wrong?" He embraced the boy once again, holding him close to his chest. Ryou mumbled something, crying slightly. "Nan desu ka?" Bakura soothed, pulling his Ryou's head away from his shirt. Ryou hiccupped, and looked up at Bakura.

"A-Ai-Aishiteru Bakura-sama!" He wailed, and latched onto a shocked Bakura, letting out harsh sobs as he clutched onto his yami's shirt, expecting to be thrown out of his arms and beaten for admitting such a feeling. "I know you don't love me back, but, but I needed to tell you!"

"Oh Ryou," Bakura held the boy close, kissing the top of his head. "Aishiteru! I love you too Ryou, don't be sad.."

"Iie!" Ryou sobbed, "You love M-Marik-sama! I, I'm just your weak hikari. You, you can't possibly love me! Nobody can love someone like me...."

"You are not weak Ryou! Don't you dare say something like that about yourself." Bakura said sternly. "And about Marik," He paused, thinking over what he was about to say. "I, I think I love him too, along with Malik and you. It seems that I've happened to fall in love with three different people." Bakura laughed humorlessly, tears beginning to gather at the corner of his own eyes. Ryou noticed this, and pulled away from Bakura.

"Bakura-sama, please, don't cry." He whispered sadly. "Onegai?" Bakura smiled down at Ryou and brushed the other's hair away from his eyes, blinking back his tears.

"Anything for you Ryou-kun. As long as you're happy." He carried Ryou out of the bathroom and set him on the other's bed, sitting down next to him.

"Bakura-sama. I have something else to say too." Ryou spoke quietly, staring down at the blanket. "I, I think I like Marik-sama and Malik too." Bakura blinked at him and Ryou explained quickly. "I mean, I think I've liked Malik more than a friend for a long time, just like I've liked you for a long time, he was the only one who was nice to be, but recently I've begun to feel the same way towards Marik-sama and I don't know why and I'm sorry but I can't help it and please don't hate me I know already they don't feel the same way but-!" Bakura silenced the jabbering hikari with his lips.

"Daijoubu." He assured, flashing a smile at his blushing light.

"Wow. Today seems like a confessions day or something." Marik joked dryly, standing in the doorway with Malik, who was leaning against him, eyes puffed up from crying.

"We, we heard everything." Malik mumbled. "Why didn't you tell me Ryou-chan?" Ryou shrugged and looked down at the ground.

"Gomen nasai Malik-kun. I understand if you hate me now..."

"Hate you?" Malik blinked, then laughed lightly. "Ryou-chan, I could never hate you. I, I love you too." He walked over to the bed, and sat in front of Ryou and Bakura. "I love you also Bakura, for some, odd reason I can't explain." Bakura frowned as Marik giggled at him tiredly.

"And I too." He slumped over to the queen sized bed, next to Malik. "Hn. When did I become so soft?" He growled to himself, though he was still smiling.

"Wow. This is like, a dream or something." Malik admitted dazedly. "One day, I'm getting beaten and abused and nobody cares about me, and the next day, I wind up with three lovers, one being my former torturer from before, one being my best friend, and another being my best friend's yami." Ryou chuckled.

"I know what you mean."

"Hn. Well, this is no dream, it's reality." Marik leaned over and kissed Ryou's nose lightly. "And we love you. Both of you." He brushed away Ryou's newly formed tears and was about to kiss him when he was pulled back by Bakura and into the yami's lap.

"They're tired." Bakura reasoned, and leaned his head against Marik. "Let's let them sleep." Marik gave a feral grin and turned around in Bakura's lap, straddling the other's thighs.

"Alright. But that means I get to finish up playing with you." He licked Bakura's lips suggestively. "I AM still horny from earlier you know." The white haired spirit sighed in defeat and annoyance, blowing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and nodded. Looking over Marik's shoulders at the blushing hikaris, he shrugged apologetically. Ryou nodded his okay and curled under the covers, cheeks still a faint pinkish color. Malik though, was openly drooling at the two, not as shy as Ryou was.

"You two go ahead and sleep, we'll be downstairs if you need us." Bakura tried to push Marik away as the other tried to slip his hands down his pants. "Oyasumi." He stood up abruptly, making Marik fall onto the bed with a startled shout. Bending over the bed, he kissed Ryou and Malik on their cheeks, and bounded down the stairs, stopping at the doorway to give the other yami a small smirk.

Marik grinned at Bakura and stood up to chase him, but paused and turned around, kissing each boy lightly. "Oyasumi!" He winked, and then bolted down after Bakura.

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Er, I lost the lemon…^^; Soooo, use your imagination or something! XD

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"M-Marik? It's time to wake up.." A hesitant voice whispered to the sleeping yami on the floor. Marik groaned and peered his eyes open, seeing his hikari kneeling down in front of him and looking quite nervous.

"Nani?" He slurred, burying his head into a bundle of thick silvery hair.

"I-It's time to get up." Malik repeated, uneasiness still showing in his voice. "Ryou made breakfast." Marik nodded, not detecting the anxiousness Malik was presenting.

"Hai. Be up soon." Bakura groaned and snuggled against Marik's chest, still sleeping soundly. Malik bit his lip and nodded, heading into the kitchen where Ryou was making French toast.

"Are they up?" He questioned, blinking up at Malik. The hikari shook his head and kissed Ryou on his nose, causing Ryou to blush.

"Ano, Ryou-chan." Malik stuttered. He paused and took a deep breath. Seeing he had Ryou's attention, he continued. "If, if Marik and Bakura, if they decide they don't want to be with us anymore, you and I, we, we'll still stay together, right?" The last part was spoken with so much hope, and fear it made Ryou wince. Ryou smiled sadly at him.

"Of course Malik-kun. Aishiteru." Malik breathed a sigh of relief. "Demo, why would you think Bakura-sama and Marik-sama would leave us?" Malik winced and shrugged uneasily, not wanting to answer the question. Suddenly, both jumped when they heard a string of curses coming from the living room. Giving each other worried looks, they both ran out to find what was wrong.

"Damnit Marik! I can barely move because of you! And look! I'm bleeding everywhere!"

"I didn't hear you complaining last night!"

"But still, you could have been more gentler!"

"Hey! YOU'RE the one who kept screaming at me to go harder and faster! So don't whine to me!"

"Yeah but-" He cut off when he heard a small cough at the doorway. Turning around he saw Ryou and Malik standing there and staring at them uncertainly. "Gomen Ryou-chan." Bakura said sheepishly, wincing as he stood up off of the floor. "Ohayo gozaimasu. How did you sleep?"

"I slept fine Bakura-sama. Arigatou." Ryou blushed and stared at the ground, averting his eyes from Bakura's nude form. Bakura, not caring that he was naked, frowned hearing the sama.

"Ryou-chan, it's just Bakura. Okay?" Ryou fidgeted a bit, and nodded. Even though what transpired the day before, he couldn't help being slightly fearful towards the two darks. Malik was the same way. His yami sighed sadly and walked up to Ryou. "Are you still afraid of me?" He asked seriously. Ryou stood there silently, uncertain.

"H-Hai." He whispered. Bakura's face saddened even more and he lifted a hand up to brush a strand of his hikari's hair away from the other's eyes, glad that Ryou didn't flinch away from the touch.

"Ryou, koi, I love you, and I promised that I would never hurt you again, so please, don't be frightened of me." He kissed the boy lightly, smiling warmly at him.

Ryou's eyes watered hearing the kind-hearted words coming out of his yami's mouth and he surprised the spirit by throwing his arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Aishiteru!"

Malik watched the scene unfold before him, delighted to see his new love so happy. He jumped up as warm arms circled around him and a head was placed on his shoulder.

"I love you too Malik." The yami mumbled, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. "And just like Bakura said, I promised I would never hurt you again, and I plan to keep my word." Malik nodded silently, leaning back into Marik's arms.

"Hey Ryou? What happened to breakfast?" Malik asked quizzically after a moment's silence.

"Oh dear! The food must be freezing now!" Ryou hurried into the kitchen and found out that, indeed, the French toast had gotten cold. Sighing at the wasted food, he threw it away and started up another batch.

Bakura walked in with Marik and Malik a few minutes later, having changed into some decent clothes. Bakura was limping every now and then, glaring at a snickering Marik. Ryou saw the slightly pained look on Bakura's face and pulled out some Advil for the yami. He tossed it to him and handed him a glass of water. Smiling gratefully at his hikari, Bakura downed the pills and the water quickly before settling down at the table, waiting for the food.

Malik yawned and rubbed his eyes. He was still a bit drained from yesterday's events and wanted to take a small nap. Bakura, noticing Malik's tired eyes, pulled the hikari down to sit on his lap. Malik immediately stiffened, but relaxed and closed his eyes when Bakura began to stroke his hair softly, purring at the comforting touch.

"Finished!" Ryou announced cheerfully, turning around to see Malik dozing on his yami's lap. "Kawaii.." He cooed, giggling softly. Malik opened a lilac colored eye and glared at the chuckling hikari before snuggling further into Bakura's arms. He felt safe whenever someone held him, and he loved the feeling of being protected.

Ryou set down a huge plate of French toast in the center of the table, handing the three plates and silverware. Bakura downed his quickly, before helping himself to more. Marik also wolfed down his own food, almost as fast as Bakura, and served himself a second helping as well.

Malik and Ryou stared at the two with their mouths open, not thinking anyone could eat so much so fast without choking. Breaking out of his stare, Malik quietly nibbled on his breakfast, still sitting on Bakura's lap. Ryou had sat down in a chair across from the two and next to Marik, and was picking at his French toast with disinterest. Marik scowled seeing that Malik and Ryou weren't eating enough. He picked up a fork and scooped some food up onto it.

"Eat." He commanded sternly, looking at Ryou, holding the fork up to Ryou's face. Ryou looked at him questionably, but did as he was told, munching on the food and grimacing when he swallowed. Marik repeated the step, holding out the toast for Ryou to eat.

Across the table, Bakura saw what Marik was doing and paused half way through eating another piece of French toast. He glanced at Malik, narrowing his eyes at how little the teen was eating, and followed what Marik was doing to Ryou. The process was repeated until Ryou and Malik couldn't eat anymore.

"Iie. Onegai. No more." Ryou begged, already feeling sick to his stomach. He had eaten one and a half pieces. Usually he could only stomach a half a piece, rarely even a full.

"Me too. Don't make me eat anymore." Malik groaned, burying his face into Bakura's shirt.

"All right. You're done. But really you two, you need to eat more." Bakura scolded, rubbing Malik's back soothingly.

"Kura's right. You two are too skinny!" Marik glared, running his hands over Ryou's ribs as proof. Ryou giggled and pulled back, blushing. He happened to be very ticklish, especially there.

Marik grinned and made a mental note about Ryou's ticklish spot before standing up and stretching, waltzing into the living room and plopping down on the couch. Bakura carried Malik out as well, setting the tired light down on the other sofa and crawling over to rest on Marik's chest. Marik grunted at first, and readjusted Bakura into a more comfortable position, sighing as he pet the yami's long white hair.

Ryou walked in ten minutes later, finishing cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. He curled up next to Malik, resting his head on the other's shoulder. Soon enough, the four fell into a fitful sleep, snuggled against one of their partners.

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Ryou jumped awake when he heard the blaring noise of the phone ringing. Grumbling to himself, he stumbled into the kitchen and answered it.

"Moshi moshi." He mumbled, stifling a yawn. "Bakura residence."

"Ryou? It's Yugi!"

"Yugi-kun! Konnichiwa!" Ryou's voice brightened. "How are you?"

"I'm fine! You want to come over tonight? We're having a slumber party!"

"Ano..." Ryou peeked out of the kitchen to see the three teens sleeping peacfully. He smiled gently. "I think I'll have to pass on tonight Yugi-kun. Gomen."

"Aw, why?" Yugi asked, saddened.

"Who's on the phone?" Bakura asked gruffly, stalking into the kitchen and plopping down on a chair. Ryou jumped, startled. He mouthed the name Yugi to him before turning his attention back to the phone conversation.

"I just have a lot of work to do at the house, maybe some other time?" Bakura raised an eyebrow in question.

\\What does he want?\\

\He wants me to come over for a sleepover.\

\\Well, why aren't you going?\\ Bakura asked quizzically, Ryou usually jumped at the chance to spend time with the midget and his friends.

\I just, don't feel like going.\ Ryou lied. Truthfully, he really wanted to attend the party, he was rarely able to get out of the house. But, that wouldn't be fair to Malik, Bakura, and Marik, so, he decided he would stay.

\\I can tell you're lying.\\ Bakura stated, crossing his arms and staring at Ryou accusingly. Ryou winced and looked at the floor.

"Ryou? Are you there?" Yugi asked, worried when he didn't get a reply.

"Oh! Gomen Yugi-kun! I - !" He broke off when Bakura snatched the phone out of his hands.

"Ryou is going. So is Malik, Marik and I. If you've got a problem with that then too bad. See you tonight." Bakura hung up and turned back to his hikari, hands on his hips. "Better get ready."

"Nani? Bakura-sama.."

"Malik! Marik! Get your lazy asses up!" Bakura hollered, ignoring Ryou and waltzing into the living room. Ryou blinked at his retreating form, before following after him. Marik groaned on the couch and rolled over, facing away from Bakura. Bakura though, wouldn't take that from the yami and calmly pushed him off the couch.

"Bakura!" Marik shouted, glaring up at him from his position on the floor. The white haired fiend flashed a feral grin at him before going over to wake the sleeping hikari up.

"Malik, koi, wake up." He whispered, gently nudging the boy's side.

"How come he gets a nice wake up call?!" Marik sputtered, still sitting on the carpet.

"Because he deserves it." Bakura retorted before continuing in trying to wake up Malik. The said hikari mumbled incoherently and snuggled further into the cushion. "Malik." Bakura prodded softly. "Come on, open you're beautiful eyes." Malik frowned and crinkled his nose before peering his eyes open blearily at him. He blinked a few times, before yelping and jumping back, surprised at seeing Bakura so close to his face. "Heh, gomen." Bakura apologized guiltily.

"So, what did you wake us up for? I was having a great wet dream you know.." Bakura rolled his eyes at the other dark, ignoring him.

"Get ready, we're going over to the Pharaoh's light's house for a party."

"Nani!?" Marik sputtered. "Why?"

"Because the shrimp wanted Ryou to come, and Ryou said he wasn't going, even though he wanted to, and it was because of us."

"I, I don't want to go." Malik whispered softly, looking at the ground.

"Ano, Bakura-sama. I'd, really rather not go. It isn't fair to Malik and Marik-sama." Ryou interrupted quietly. "I could always go some other time."

"Iie." Bakura shook his head stubbornly. "We're all going. Now, go get ready."

Ryou sighed dejectedly. He didn't want to argue with Bakura, but, he glanced at a rather upset Malik and Marik, it really wasn't fair for them. His eyes teared up and he studied the floor, Malik and Marik were sure to hate him now.

"Fine, we'll go." Marik huffed, though he still donned a look of annoyance. Malik nodded too, still looking upset. "Malik will have to borrow some of Ryou's clothes though."

"I don't mind." Ryou said quietly, still avoiding eye contact with everyone. "Come on Malik, let's get dressed." Ryou led Malik upstairs to try on some of his clothes while Bakura and Marik waited downstairs.

"Why are you making us go to the shrimp's place?" Marik whined. "I just wanted to stay here."

"I think it will be better for Ryou and Malik. Ryou misses his friends, though I don't know why, and Malik thinks that they hate him, when most of them really don't. I just think that it would be better if they had time to get away from here and enjoy themselves."

"Hn. Alright, but I still don't like it." Marik pouted. Bakura once again rolled his eyes before sitting down on the cushion chair, waiting patiently for Ryou and Malik to come back down.

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