Desperately trying to finish this story now that I have the time to write again.

Things hadn't been going too well since Ryou moved into Bakura's studio apartment. The problem was that neither of them had thought this through. They weren't ready for this kind of commitment. Their relationship hadn't progressed enough; they didn't know how to be around each other 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. They didn't know each other intimately enough.

They were polar opposites, and it obviously annoyed Ryou, who was a neat freak. Bakura was messy and liked to spread his stuff around the house. He never picked up after himself, or took part in any housework.

The flat was tiny, but they hardly had any physical contact. Ryou didn't seem to care; it was like he couldn't stand Bakura. He took to drinking. Bakura had never stopped. They kept drinking, until they could only afford the non-alcoholics.

Ryou's friends worried, they had known that moving together would be a bad idea. Ryou had been too ecstatic to care about their opinions. After pining after Bakura for so long, what could go wrong now that they finally were together?

Things started going downhill fast when Bakura received a letter with money in it. Ryou demanded to know where the money came from, since Bakura certainly hadn't been working.

The situation escalated. Soon Ryou found himself screaming at Bakura on a daily basis.

"Would you please pay your half of the rent before we'll be living in Yugi's backyard in a tent!"

They were counting days to their eviction, trying to come up with ways the landlord would let them stay. But there was nothing they could do. They were losing the house they lived in. They had wanted to call this a new beginning, but they both realized they had rushed into this.

It was a few days before the eviction, both were packing up their things. Ryou was moving to Yugi's for the time being, Bakura was planning to crash at Marik's place. Ryou was just putting the last of his things in a box when he finally decided to address Bakura's staring and look up.

"What is it?" Bakura was sitting on their, well, his sofa, not actually doing anything. He still hadn't packed up his things. Ryou had given up on trying to make him do it. At Ryou's question, Bakura swallowed, and looked to the now curtainless window, avoiding Ryou's gaze.

"Ryou I-" He swallowed dryly.

"Yeah?" Ryou had gone back to packing.

"I want you." Bakura blurted out, realizing his mistake when he saw Ryou stiffen. Neither of them moved. Ryou was still staring down at the box, his hair covered his eyes.

"You don't mean that." Ryou's voice was quiet and emotionless; it made Bakura scramble up in alarm.

"What! No! Of course I do!" He crossed the small distance between them, kneeling next to Ryou who wouldn't meet his eyes. Bakura wanted to grab Ryou's shoulder, but found that he couldn't do it.

"Okay so maybe you do want me. But you don't love me."

"What are you talking about? I never said that I didn't!" Bakura grabbed Ryou's shoulders, finally finding the strength. He gave the other a little shake, trying to force eye contact.

"You never said that you did!" Ryou's tone was accusing, and so were his eyes, now looking hard and unforgivingly at Bakura, who had lost the ability to speak. He realized that this was the moment when his past mistake came to bite him in the ass. The silence lasted until Ryou sighed, slumping slightly and looking away.

"Bakura..."

"Please, Ryou, I..." Ryou bristled, pulling away from Bakura and standing up.

"Enough!" He glared at Bakura. "I don't-" Bakura briefly saw tears welling up in Ryou's eyes, just before the other clenched his teeth and looked away. "I don't even care anymore. We're through, Bakura."

Ryou grabbed the box he had been packing, the last of his stuff in Bakura's apartment and started walking towards the door. Bakura scrambled to his feet and rushed after him, grabbing his arm.

"Ryou you can't do this! I thought you loved me!"

Ryou didn't turn around. "I do, Bakura! I do!" He sounded teary.

"I love you Bakura." Ryou whispered, not moving his gaze from the door. "But I can't take the hurt anymore."

Bakura stared, mouth open, falling to his knees as the one he loved walked out of his house and quite possibly, life.