Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Care ❯ Problems ( Chapter 15 )

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Ryou watched the shiny blade with wide eyes. He could imagine its rough edge penetrating his pale skin easily. With one hand Bakura held Ryou�s throat tight and with the other he brought the blade up to Ryou�s throat. Ryou struggled, he tried with all his might to breath and to escape his yami�s hold. The feeling of fear fueled his desperation. He needed to get away!

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.08.2006 | Pages: 12 | Words: 9.8K | Visits: 252 | Status: Completed

Emmy: Sorry about not updating! I went on a vacation and I've been playing an RPG ALL week!!! Guess who I play!

Everyone else: Ryou.

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Problems

“Come on Aly!” Tea cried, running a few feet ahead. Sweat trickled down Aly's forehead, it was really hot.

“It's too hot for running today,” Aly called up to her friend. Tea didn't seem to hear her.

“You're right,” a voice replied. Aly turned to see Malik running beside her. “You look hot are you alright?” he asked.

“I'm fine, just tired,” Aly panted. The air tasted like freshly mown grass and the sun was beating down on the back of her neck.

“Back in Egypt we would consider this normal,” Malik replied. His tan skin glistened with a trickle of sweat, and sandy hair lifted as he ran.

“God I hate running! I can walk on my treadmill any day but it's harder out here! Besides, it's hot! I need to get back on my diet. Stupid sugar craves! Ok, I've only broken it about…six times. No big deal, right? Right?! I can still lose some weight!”

“So…what was it like in Egypt? Besides hot I mean.” Aly asked. Malik grinned.

“There was quite a bit of sand, the nights were cold, and you had to look out for scorpions. But I didn't get to see to much of that when I was a kid,” he replied.

“Why?” Aly asked curiously.

“Well, we lived underground you see. It's really a long story, I'll tell you some other day. Let's just say it has a lot to do with the shadow magic and Yami.” Aly blinked and cocked her head curiously.

“Oh…” she replied. Her muscles were sore by now so she slowed down to a walk. Malik looked back and began to slow down as well when a group of running teens sped by, taking Malik with them.

As she ran Aly thought of what had happened that morning, for the memory was still fresh in her mind. Aly had woken up late, because someone had unplugged her alarm clock. And when she had finally woken up it had been because of the large, wet, bull frog on her face. Everyone else in the house humped up to the sound over her scream, except Bakura who was already awake in the kitchen.

Aly had tried to act like she didn't care, like the frog had just surprised her. She was not going to let Bakura have the satisfaction of getting to her. But then moments later she had to chug down about of quart of water for her ceria was much spicier then she had last remembered.

Aly had still stayed strong, she was not going to show Bakura he displeasure, but what had really set her off was when Bakura kept flushing the upstairs toilet while Aly was in the shower, causing it to change from scalding hot to freezing cold over and over again.

Aly had screamed his name angrily from the bathroom and actually hit the ceiling with a close by plunger. Bakura replied by cussing her out and shouting about going to the bathroom in peace. And when Aly tried to ask Bastet why she hadn't prevented that from happening the goddess had ignored her.

“It's…too…hot,” Aly whined, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“Yeah,” a voice replied. Aly looked to see Ryou walking by her right side. His T-shirt and shorts revealed his pale, skinny legs, and a few bruises, some looked old but some looked new.

“I don't mind the heat that much although I hate having to run in it.” He said. Aly nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I'm not really a sporty girl,” Aly replied. For a moment each of them walked in silence, catching their breath.

“Hey Ryou?” Aly asked quietly.

“Yeah?” Aly swallowed and looked around to see if anyone was near by. The closest people were a group of preppy girls who were giggling about 20 feet away. The question had been on her mind all day. She was living with Ryou now and felt she had to know…

“W-why…I mean…he was hurting you in the alley…why?” Aly asked, her voice just loud enough for him to hear. There was a silence. Aly looked at the ground rather than at Ryou. She hoped she hadn't crossed the line. Ryou took a deep breath.

“It's just…the way he is…he gets angry easily…I expect that's how he acted five thousand years ago when he was the Thief King…but…you see…I know you probably won't believe me when I say this…but, he's not…he's not all bad…” Ryou trailed off but Aly did not interrupt.

“…You just have to get to know him…he can actually be…caring sometimes…I know it sounds crazy…Yugi and the others think…I don't know, they probably think I'm brainwashed or something…” Ryou said the last part with a bit of annoyance. Aly sighed and looked at the sky. There was a long silence. Aly knew they were on a touchy subject but she felt that they'd have to talk about it eventually.

“Well…I don't think you're crazy…” Aly began. “You say he is caring sometimes?” Ryou nodded.

“Just the little things he does…” Ryou replied. Aly nodded and they were both silent again.

“So…” Aly said.

“Yeah...?” Ryou asked.

“…Maybe we should run a little bit, the coaches are bound to tell us to hurry up.” Ryou nodded and the two broke into a jog.

Aly had mixed feelings about Bakura. For one, she hated him for hurting Ryou and for trying to hurt her, but she was still a little bit afraid of him, even though she knew Bastet was protecting her. But also, deep down, Aly was curious about him. How could someone be so cold hearted as to hurt Ryou? He was the nicest person she knew! And Ryou was Bakura's alter-ego, his other half!

“Nobody is pure evil,” Aly thought. She knew that from experience. As a teenager Aly knew that people could be horrible, idiotic, jerks but still have good traits.

“If someone were to get violent with another it is either because A) They are acting on emotion, in this case anger. B) They are acting on instruction, like hit men in the mafia or cops. C) They do it for their own sick pleasure/to make them feel better about themselves, like bullies. Now, I doubt Bakura is being told to hurt Ryou so he either does it for his own pleasure or he gets really angry at Ryou.”

“Ryou is so nice so he probably doesn't anger Bakura. So that means Bakura is either just so sick dude who enjoys other's pain or he I just a bully. Oh, this is really a tough one,” She said sarcastically to herself.

XXXXX (later at lunch)

“Hey Aly! I can't wait! Can you?” Tea said happily as Joey and Tristan fought over a breadstick.

“For what?” Aly asked, sitting by Ryou.

“The dance of course! Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it all weekend!” Tea replied excitedly. Then she eyed Yugi and spoke a bit louder.

“I haven't found a date yet but I'm sure someone will ask me soon!” Aly rolled her eyes without Tea noticing. Yugi, who had been looking at his cards, looked up at Tea.

“Wow, I would have thought you'd already have a date Tea,” he said. Tea blushed.

“Ah that's so sweet Yugi!” she replied.

“Who do you want to ask?” I asked Yugi, hoping to help Tea out. Yugi shrugged.

“I'm not sure. I've never been to one before. I guess if someone asks me I'll go with them.”

“One of them has got to ask the other first,” Aly thought.

Just then someone sat down by Ryou and a familiar voice asked, “What's up?” Aly looked up to see Malik sitting by Ryou and Tristan.

“Hi Malik,” she and Ryou said in unison.

“Malik?” the others asked in surprise. “Um, hi Malik. What brings you to our table?” Yugi asked.

“My two good friends were over here, why not come?” Malik replied, indicating Ryou and Aly. Everyone gave Malik a weird look then gave the same look to Ryou and Aly.

“You're all friends?” Joey asked Ryou. Ryou gave a little nod.

“Malik is in my drama class,” Aly said.

“And he hangs out at my house,” Ryou added quietly.

“Actually now I live at your house,” Malik said with a big grin.

“What?” Ryou and Aly both asked in surprise.

“Well…you see Ishizu is really mad at Marik and won't let him in the house so he's staying with you guys and I'm protesting Ishizu's rule by staying with you too. Besides its scary being alone with my sister,” Malik replied as he popped a chip in his mouth.

Aly gave a slight frown. She had planned to be with just Bakura and Ryou…to have `private time' with Ryou…but maybe Malik and Marik being there wasn't a bad thing. Malik certainly helped loosen things up and if Marik was Bakura's friend he could probably keep him calm…ish.

“Um, ok,” Ryou replied. The others were still giving Malik and Ryou weird looks.

“Sorry if we're packing up your house. We can sleep on sleeping bags,” then he looked over at Aly. “You can keep the couch.”

“Wait, what do you mean Aly can keep the couch?” Tristan asked. Now the weird looks moved to Aly. Tea was the only one who didn't stare at Aly, in fact she gave a large grin.

“”Cause Aly is staying there too. Didn't she tell you?” Malik asked. Aly made a mental note to kick Malik later. She hadn't wanted everyone to know…Yugi looked shocked, Tristan looked skeptical, Joey looked confused and Tea looked excited.

“You're both staying with Ryou?” Yugi asked. Aly nodded, a little bit of blush creeping to her face.

“Yeah, my parents are on a business trip for the next seven days…” Aly replied, stirring her macaroni. Everyone was silent for a while, probably thinking why she didn't just stay with Tea or stay by herself?

The silence was broken when Malik asked, “Can we practice that one scene tonight? The one with the campfire and stuff?” Aly nodded.

“Yeah, I'll need to practice my dancing…” and with that Aly couldn't help but laugh a bit.

“What's so funny?” Joey asked.

“I have to dance in a scene…and I totally stink,” she replied.

“Aw, no you don't. I was quit entertained when you started last week,” Malik said jokingly. Aly rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I can help you Aly! I love to dance, and I'm taking lessons! I can help you work out your routine!” Tea cried happily.

“Really?” Aly asked hopefully.

“Of course! It will be fun! I can go to your-Ryou's house after school and help you!” she replied.

“Please just don't move in…” Ryou said quietly. Aly giggled.

Bakura's P.O.V

“Sure Marik, that's just what we need! More people in the house…” Bakura said bitterly as he took a gulp of beer.

“Dude, don't be so bitter about the whole Aly girl incident,” Marik said, jumping onto the couch as well. Bakura grunted.

“I'm not being bitter…I'm plotting,” he replied. Marik rolled his eyes.

“But you're also being bitter.” Said Marik. Bakura made a `humph' sound and took another gulp of his beer. Marik rolled his eyes and stuffed his mouth with a handful of chips.

“And what have you plotted so far?” Marik asked.

“…Many things my friend, many things…” Bakura said with an evil grin. Marik rolled his eyes again and changed the channel.

“Turn it back,” Bakura ordered.

“No, I love this show,” Marik argued.

“And I love MTV, so turn it back!” Bakura ordered again.

“No!” Marik cried.

“Yes!” Bakura shot back, grabbing for the remote.

“NO!” Marik shouted, pulling back on the remote.

“YES! This is my house and I decide who watches what!” Bakura yelled as someone walked in the door.

“But I'm the guest!” Marik yelled back.

“But it's MY TV!”

“Can I see that?” Malik asked, pulling the remote from the two yami's hands. Both spirits flew back off the couch and Malik hopped on the now roomy seat.

“My favorite show is on,” he said.

“Malik I was watching Law and Order!” Marik whined.

“No, I was watching MTV!” Bakura growled.

“And now I'm watching Survivor,” Malik replied. Both yamis looked at each other before tackling Malik for the remote.

“Tsk, tsk, you guys have to learn to share,” a familiar voice said. Bakura looked up to see Tea in the doorway.

“Why don't you compromise on one show you all like?” she asked. Bakura shot her a glare.

“Because this is my house you idiotic git and I decide what we watch!” Bakura shouted, pulling Malik's hair. He yelped in discomfort. Tea frowned and shuffled back out to the hall.

“She's right you know,” another voice said. This once made Bakura's teeth clench and his blood boil.

“Shove it. You're not welcome here you little git. Go away!” Bakura replied. Aly rolled her eyes and went after Tea. The next to enter the room was Ryou; he stared at the brawling trio for a few moments before saying asking

“Do you need anything Bakura-sama, Marik-sama?” Ryou asked. Bakura growled in reply.

“I want to watch Survivor and I want Bakura to let go of my hair!” Malik cried, trying to pry the remote from his yami's fingers.

“To bad pretty boy! We're watching MTV! And if you two don't like that you can just go crawling back to Ishizu!” Bakura replied. The two Ishtars stopped fighting and scowled at Bakura.

“…Fine,” Marik said, handing Bakura the remote. Bakura smirked as he sat down. If they were staying in his house they would obey his rules.

Aly's P.O.V (it keeps changing…)

“Ok Aly, I shall teach you the art of dance!” Tea cried enthusiastically. “But first things first. You must put on your tights and we must find a room with more space.”

“We can push the furniture in my room aside and you can dance in there,” Ryou suggested.

“Super! Alright, Ryou and I shall move the furniture while you change!” Tea cried. Ryou led her up stairs and Aly made her way to the bathroom. After many failed attempts to get the `stupid' tights on Aly finally managed to get them on right.

“Oh my god, oh my god, there is NO way I'm going out there looking like this!” Aly cried. “This makes me look totally fat!” she whispered fiercely.

XXXXXXX (let's just see how Ryou and Tea are doing)

“Come on Ryou hurry up!” Tea cried.

“I'm…trying…” Ryou grunted as he pushed at the bed with all his might. “It...won't…move!” Tea frowned.

“Hey Malik can you get up here? WE NEED YOUR HELP!” Tea shouted as Ryou slipped on the carpet and fell to the ground.

“WITH WHAT?” he shouted back.

“MOVING FURNITURE!” Tea yelled back.

“STOP YELLING I CAN'T HEAR MY TV SHOW!” Bakura shouted.

“I'M NOT YELLING!” Tea yelled.

“YES YOU ARE!” Bakura yelled back. Ryou couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

“What do you want me to do?” Malik asked, popping his head through the doorway.

“Help Ryou move the bed,” Tea ordered.

“You need a real man's touch!” Malik, cracking his knuckles. “I'll have this room cleared in no time!”

XXXXXXX(and back with Aly…)

Aly slipped on her silk robe and sat on the toilet sadly. “I'm fat!” she wailed into her hands. “I look like a hippo!”

“I MUST diet and exercise! I don't want to be fat!!!! I promise I will never eat sugar ever again! And I'll never complain about Gym again either!”

XXXXXXX(let's go back upstairs!)

“I'm…trying…!” Malik grunted as both he and Ryou struggles to push the bed. It still hadn't moved.

“What ever happened to the `man's touch'?” Tea teased. Malik shot her a glare.

“This coming from the one who isn't doing anything to help?” he asked.

“I'm a girl and you're a boy. Being a boy it is your job to spare the girl of any troublesome tasks,” Tea replied. Malik scowled.

“Well if you two can't move it I guess we need more help. MALIK'S YAMI GET UP HERE!” Tea cried.

“WHY?” Marik asked.

“WE NEED YOU TO MOVE FUNRITURE!” she replied.

“AGAIN WITH THE SHOUTING?” Bakura screamed.

“DO I HAVE TO?” Marik asked.

“YES!” Tea, Ryou, and Malik shouted at the same time. Moments later Marik lumbered up the steps.

“Move the bed please,” Tea ordered.

“Who said you can tell me what to do?” Marik asked.

“I did, now just move the bed,” Tea replied.

“I'm not taking your orders doll face,” Marik said, crossing his arms.

“For Ra's sake just move the bed Marik!” Malik cried. Marik gave a `humph' before picking up the bed with ease and setting it aside.

“Easy. Now can I go?” he asked.

“No, you also need to move everything else,” Tea commanded. Marik gave her a warning glare but Malik forced him to get to work.

“Super!” Tea chirped. “I'll go get Aly!” Tea puttered down the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “Aly are you ready yet? I can't wait to help you dance!” Tea exclaimed.

“I refuse to leave this room!” Aly shouted back.

“What? Why?” Tea asked.

“I will not let ANYONE see me wearing this!” Aly replied.

“Aly, you're being silly. I'm sure you look fine!” Tea reassured her.

“No I don't! And I'm not gonna let anyone else know it!” Aly shouted back. Tea gave a frown and thought of what to do as Aly sadly stared at herself in the mirror.

“Aly please come out or this will have all been for nothing. We took time to go get you the tights and move the furniture, and that was really hard work I might add!” Tea said.

“Do I have to wear this?” Aly asked.

“That's why we got it!” Tea answered.

“Then I won't do it! I don't care what you say! I will not go out there dressed like this!” Aly said firmly.

“What this she's talking about?” Malik asked as he sauntered down the steps.

“She won't come out,” Tea replied.

“What? Why?” Malik asked, eyeing the door.

“She doesn't want people to see her,” Tea replied. Malik frowned as well. Then he rapped on the door.

“Aly come on. We just cleared out Ryou's room so you could work on your dancing,” Malik said.

“I refuse to be seen like this!” Aly said. On the other side of the door she felt like crying.

“You get up on stages and parade in front of hundreds of people while wearing strange outfits all the time!” Malik said.

“I know…” she replied. “But this is different…”

“How is it different?” Malik asked. Aly was silent. “Exactly my point,” he said.

“Where's Aly?” Ryou asked as he came down the steps. “And why is everyone shouting?”

“Aly won't come out of the bathroom,” Tea informed him.

“Why not Aly?” Ryou asked.

“Because I-I really don't…” Aly couldn't explain to them that she knew she was fat! But she couldn't think of a lie…

“You really don't what?” Malik asked. Aly sighed.

“I hate this outfit!” she cried.

“Why?” Tea asked, she sounded a bit offended.

“Because it-it-oh it looks dreadful on me!” Aly shouted. “There, happy now?” Aly asked angrily, glaring at the door.

“…We don't care what you look like Aly,” Ryou said quietly. “You don't have to dance if you don't want to, we were only trying to help you…” Aly's glare turned into a frown. Ryou sounded so…pitiful.

“I guess we'll just have to go put everything back now,” Malik said.

“What?!” Marik cried, who'd just been about to sit down.

“Come on guys, let's go put everything back where-.”

“No! Wait! I didn't want to make you do all that work for nothing,” Aly said.

“Then don't and come out here and dance!” Tea cried. Aly was silent again.

“Fine…but can I take off the tights?” Aly asked hopefully.

“Aly it's part of dancing! We wear tights because they're easy to move and jump around in,” Tea said.

“Than I won't come out!” Aly cried.

“Oh yes you will!” a voice said evilly. Malik, Ryou and Tea turned to see Bakura walking up to them. “All this shouting is quite annoying! If they want you out of there you are coming out!” he said fiercely.

“You'd better not Bakura!” Aly warned. Suddenly the doorknob began to shake. “I locked the door Bakura you can't get in!” Aly cried triumphantly. Bakura gave a deep chuckle.

“They didn't call me the Thief King for nothing!” he replied. Suddenly the door knob began to jiggle.

“You wouldn't dare!” Aly cried.

“Of course I would!” Bakura cried as the doorknob clicked open. Aly quickly jumped for the door and held it closed.

“Why am I doing this? This is so childish! But if I give in now Bakura will have won!”

“Aly just let us in! You can't look that bad!” he cried. Aly's attempts to keep the door closed were futile, for she was no match for the strong spirit. The door was flung open and Aly clutched her robe closed. Everyone gave her a strange look.

“You're still dressed aren't you?” Ryou asked, blushing a bit.

“Yes,” Aly replied. She glanced at each of them. Bakura gave a satisfying `ha' and left to watch TV again. Aly glared after him.

“Ughhhhh…” she growled angrily. With that she grabbed Tea's wrist and marched up the stairs.

“Oh Bakura is so annoying! And I have a feeling this isn't even the beginning of my problems with him...”

Aly slammed the door shut and locked it before facing Tea.

“These tights make me look fat,” she said simply. Tea gave a giggle.

“Is that all?” she asked. Aly glared at her. Tea gave her a half smile. “Well, it's not like anybody is watching now,” she said with a shrug. Aly sighed.

“Fine. Let's do this,” Aly replied.

“Alrighty then! Let's begin!” Tea chirped. For the next hour Tea taught Aly the art of dance. Aly hated almost every minute of it. Dancing on stage to music was fun. Dancing with Tea was not fun. It was work. Aly had no idea why Ms. Myers had chosen Aly to be in the big dance scene, she didn't know the first thing about dance. In fact she'd asked her teacher about it but the response had been:

“You have an ear for music and a soul to go with it! You don't need the knowledge of what some call dancing. You already have the heart!”

“I don't have a heart for dance. Music yes, acting yes, dancing, no,” Aly said as she practiced some of the basics Tea was teaching her.

“Everyone can dance Aly, they just need to find the right song,” Tea replied.

“Maybe…” Aly said. “I do love the music for the song. It's quite…I can't think of a good describing word…”

“Rhythmical?” Tea suggested.

“..Yeah, rhythmical.”

Ryou's P.O.V

“Britney!”

“Hillary!”

“Britney!”

“Hillary!”

“Will you guys shut up? It's bad enough having to watch this but now I can't even hear it!” Malik shouted at the arguing yamis. Both were quiet for a moment.

“Britney is way more sluttish!” Bakura blurted.

“No way, Hillary is a total slut!” Marik shot back.

“They're both sluts now please shut up!” Malik yelled angrily.

“Butt out Malik!” Marik told his light. “This doesn't concern you.”

“No one tells me to shut up pretty boy,” Bakura added. Malik glared at them before turning away and pouting as he tried to watch the TV. Ryou sighed. With all the shouting he couldn't concentrate on his book or his homework. Plus there was quite a bit of noise coming form upstairs as well.

(The house hasn't been this full since…it's never been this full!) he thought. Ryou stood up and took his book into the kitchen. It would be easier to concentrate in there.

The shock and excitement of Aly living with him had gone down and now it just seemed more normal…Bakura was still as mad as ever, and showing it to Ryou by putting even more disturbing images in his mind. Ryou was starting to wonder if his yami would eventually drive him insane and have the men in white coats take him to the `happy room'.

Ryou tried to read as he sipped his coffee. The book was actually quite interesting, even though Ryou never would have thought so. Aly had referred it to him while they were in the school library. That's when both teens had realized they liked many of the same books and genres.

Suddenly Ryou heard a door being shut and he looked up to see Bakura's cold gaze piercing through him. Ryou's breath caught in his throat as he stared at his yami, unable to look away.

“Ryou…” Bakura growled angrily, stepping closer. Ryou's first instinct was to cringe and wait for the pain but instead he stood up and stepped back, trying to escape. Bakura took a few steps closer and gripped his collar before Ryou could even run.

“No where else to hide,” Bakura said in a low voice. “And no one here to protect you.” Ryou opened his mouth to cry or call out but Bakura tightened his hold, enabling Ryou to breath.

“What were you thinking?” Bakura asked, still giving him a cold glare. “What ever gave you the idea or the inkling to let that girl stay here? I thought even you weren't that idiotic!” Bakura's warm breath smelled of alcohol but Ryou didn't think his yami was drunk. “You have stepped way over the boundary Ryou, and you will be punished. This type of behavior-this type of rebellion will not be tolerated.”

Ryou tried to speak but he couldn't. He was beginning to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen. Without even taking his eyes off Ryou Bakura reached for a drawer and pulled out a small knife. Ryou's eyes widened. Bakura couldn't do this with everyone in the house! Someone was bound to walk in any moment.

Ryou watched the shiny blade with wide eyes. He could imagine its rough edge penetrating his pale skin easily. With one hand Bakura held Ryou's throat tight and with the other he brought the blade up to Ryou's throat. Ryou struggled, he tried with all his might to breath and to escape his yami's hold. The feeling of fear fueled his desperation. He needed to get away!

As the blade touched his neck and pressure was applied Ryou heard the doorknob clicking open. In one quick move suddenly Bakura was at the sink, washing his hands as Ryou stood stupidly by the fridge, gasping for breath.

“You ok Ryou?” Malik asked, looking from Bakura to him.

(Say nothing!) Bakura's commanding voice ordered. Ryou took a few deep breathes before looking around and spotting his coffee cup.

“Oh-um, yeah, just the coffee-it went down the wrong pipe,” Ryou replied with a fake smile. Malik stared at him suspiciously before answering:

“Ok.” Ryou sighed as Malik and Marik fought over the last Pepsi. Then he looked at Bakura but the thief said nothing, he only held up the knife for a brief moment and Ryou saw it was perfectly clean and shiny. He felt along his neck and there was the slightest liquid. He looked at his finger and saw the drop of blood.

That was close…

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Emmy: (Sigh) Sorry, I kinda am losing my `oomph for this fic. I was worried I was losing my will to write it but no, I still want to and I still will. Again I'm sorry for the delay.

Raven: It's gotten funnier. It needs more angst…

Bakura: Yes.

Ryou: I like it better when it's funnier…

Emmy: Yeah I'm in a humor faze so there will be funny parts now. Well see you next chapie!

Ryou: Oh and…please review!!! We love it when you R-E-V-I-E-W! Review! Oh and happy Fourth of July!