Now I sure you want to get to the story so I will keep this section very short. I didn't want to go into too much detail with the ritual scene because to be honest I don't want to bore you , my lovely readers, to death. But I feel that the scene is just necessary, you can't just start a chapter with, 'Bakura has a body now!'; it makes no sense. Believe me, if the flow of the story did not depend on it I would cut the whole scene out myself.

Oh, and I do hope your catching on with Bakura's speaking quirks. Speaking in proper English one moment ,his 'softer' moments if you will; and when fighting with Mariku very unabashed sarcasm and venom. I really wanted his way of speaking to change and be noticeable through the story. So I really do hope your getting that!

Rated: 'M' because I fucking can!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or anything else that may appear in this story. Could you imagine if I did, it would not be for children I can tell you that much!

The swirling of smoke wafted through the small living room in Malik and Mariku's small flat. The indistinguishable scent wafted around me, making my nose itch in slight irritation. My nerves were running rampant at this point, hoping that Malik really did know what he was doing. The low lighting and unsettling silence did nothing to steady my nerves. I glanced over to the figures shadowed in the darkness, two figures cloaked in long purple robes; the smaller of the two speaking in some long forgotten language. The only familiar words being: 'Ra' 'Anubis' and 'Osiris'. I shuffled on my feet nervously, waiting for my part to come.

I glanced to the taller of the two figures, Mariku, who was not chanting but holding a heavy golden rod affixed with a smoldering bundle of incense. He looked back at me, his look was serious but slightly reassuring. I looked to my left, looking at Bakura in his spirit form. I knew he knew what Malik was saying, he looked as if he was reminiscing; remembering a time when the world did not hate every breath he took and he didn't live the life of a criminal. He can relive that innocent life again, being able to sleep peacefully with someone that won't try and kill him. This gave me some peace as well.

Malik turned around still chanting, but now he was holding the blessed dagger that he showed me before we had started. He approached along with Mariku, holding the dagger above his head and pointing in the direction of the full moon. He lowered his hand that held the dagger and held it out to me.

"Do you Ryou Bakura, allow the almighty gods to give your beloved yami the gift of breath again?" Mariku spoke in an authorative and commanding tone.

"Yes, I allow my yami the new life bestowed by the gods." I spoke in a strong and sure voice, letting my desires to show through.

"And do you accept that you must give your pure blood to allow the once tainted blood of a criminal to be pure once again? That you must give blood to allow blood to roam through now dry veins." Mariku spoke again.

"Yes, I allow my palm to be marked as a sacrifice for my loved one to once again have blood running through his body and his parched veins." I said in a low voice.

Malik held out the gold encrusted knife for me to take, I grasped it firmly by the handle and held the weighted knife securely. I turned to Bakura, he spirit form now looked much more solid than he did before and he had more color; like a washed out watercolor painting. I saw the faint traces of a tan and a scar. I reached out and held my hand palm up over his outstretched hand.

I sliced my palm, drawing a thin line down the center of my hand. I hissed slightly in pain, but other wise didn't feel the sting of the extremely sharp knife. I looked into Bakura's light grey eyes, he looked at me with approval shining brightly in his eyes.

"With my pure blood, I give you a new life. You , my yami, have now paid for all your sins in full." I turned over my hand and let the small amount of blood that accumulated there drip onto his transparent hand.

The first drop hit the floor with a wet splat. The second drop hit his hand and went through his hand like a heavy liquid going through a lighter liquid. The third drop hit his hand, the wet splat was heard again but this time the blood had landed on his hand. Two more drops hit Bakura's solid hand, collecting in his wide cupped palm. I pulled my hand back looking at the cut in my palm. Bakura took the knife from my hands, hefting the weight in his now much larger hand.

"I , Touzoku-ou, promise to live the life of a man. I have paid for my sins in full and plan on living a new life. I give my tainted to gods and accept new blood as a blessing. I drink of my blood and the blood of the pure."

He took the knife and sliced down the center of the palm that still held my blood. He brought his hand up to his mouth and let the mixed blood to run down the back of his throat. He brought the clean palm back down to my view, the cut down the middle of his palm had healed leaving behind a thin scar down the center of his calloused palm. I glanced curiously at my own hand and saw the same scar on my smaller and softer looking hands. Malik took back the knife and held it above his head again.

"By the gods, Bakura Touzoku-ou, you may now live your new life. May you use your second chance wisely." The smoke suddenly cleared from the room, and my worries were washed away. I had Bakura, I had Bakura all to myself and no one could tell me any different! We didn't need the shadow realm to touch each other, we could live our lives!

The shock wore off of me as I looked at Bakura's new body, it looked different from the form I was use to seeing him in. His stark white hair was now a dirty gray color and it held streaks of dark lavender. His skin was slightly darker that mine, but he seemed lighter than Malik's tanned complexion. He was tall, an inch or two taller than Mariku and held a sort of regalness in his broad shoulders. He had long muscular arms and legs, and a strong jaw. My breathing hitched at the scar that lightly marred the flesh over his eye. It was only slightly noticeable due to his slightly darker complexion. His eyes seemed the most changed. Instead of the rustic brown I was use to his eyes were an amazing shade of lavender and purple. He was... handsome... a complementary mix of the old Bakura and the previous Bakura. He held out his arms, testing the strength he had in them. He caught my gazed and smiled cheekily.

"So what do you think love?" He said in a rasping low baritone.

My resolve broke and I tackled Bakura, hugging him to death and letting my tears run down his bare chest. He was actually here, for me to hold and never let go of. He was mine forever.

"I take it your happy then, Ryou." Bakura said, the teasing evident in his voice. He was grinning ear to ear in a lecherous way, but his eyes held a common warmth. This was the man I fell in love with.

I pulled away from his body and wiped away the tears that covered my face. I smiled brightly at him; taking in the new Bakura, the new Bakura that was all mine. My, I don't think I'll get tired of that any time soon.

"I would love you no matter what form you were given." I replied honestly.

"Even a flat-chested girl with a lazy eye?" Bakura said teasingly.

"Well, now your pushing it. You'd have to be really good at cleaning or cooking." I pulled back slightly, tapping my lip in mock seriousness. Bakura wrapped his solid arms around my back and pulled me to his still bare chest. He ran his lightly tanned finger over my lip smiling all the while.

"I can promise you, I'm good for more than cooking and cleaning." He pulled me closer to his body.

"Hmmm, promise?" I hummed happily.

"Sure do," Bakura gave a dazzling smile and a wicked wiggle of his eyebrows.

"I was talking about cooking and cleaning, Mr. One-track-mind." Bakura pouted unhappily, jutting his lip out in mock sadness.

Mariku took this inopportune time to butt into our conversation.

"I know it's a lovely reunion in all, but don't you think Bakura could get some cloths on? I do realize with a body like that it's gonna be hard keeping them on, but my Ra, you are in a strip of fabric!" Mariku said exasperated, he rolled his eyes teasingly and wiggled his eye brows at Bakura.

Bakura's arms tightened around be, he growled deep in the back of his throat and his shoulders raised defensively. It reminded me of a stray cat that was being cornered by a stranger with a broom and a squirt bottle. Bakura's chest vibrated with the deep rumbling that he was making. I couldn't help but think of what Bakura would look like with a pair of cat ears and his dirty grey shoulder-length hair raised on end, with a long grey tail swishing threateningly behind him. The thought made me giggle a bit, the thought was just too cute! Bakura stopped his hissing to glance down at me.

"And what is just so funny?" He said testily.

"Maybe it's your sad excuse for a man skirt. Looks more like a mini-skirt!" Mariku cackled before I could reply.

"Oh please Mariku, you wish you could look this good in a 'skirt'. Your just jealous that I have an amazing body!" Bakura said haughtily, teasing Mariku and aggravating him further. I rolled my eyes at the two, it hasn't even been five minuets and their trying to kill each other already!

"You've got some fucking nerve! When I get my fucking hands on you...!" The veins in Mariku's neck popped, another explosive 'cluster fuck' has begun. Luckily Malik stepped in before I was caught in the middle of World War III, keeping in mind that I'm still painfully held against Bakura's chest.

"Will you two stop playing grab ass and help me fucking pick up this living room?"

Malik said poignantly looking at Mariku and Bakura. His glare left no room for argument. Bakura let go of me unwillingly, I took in a much needed breath. I stepped away from the still aggravated Bakura and rubbed my sore back.

"Yeah, I can help clean. But can Mariku do it without tiring himself out. It's hard work for such a sensitive guy." Bakura said pouting mockingly at Mariku. The veins in his neck that had settled flared again and his knuckles cracked in fury. Bakura laughed at Mariku's aggravated expression.

"That fucking tears it!" Mariku yelled, suddenly launching himself at Bakura's cackling form. Mariku landed on Bakura an audible 'oof' was heard before the first punch was thrown.

I looked shocked at the two evenly matched yami's fighting in the middle of Malik's living room. I looked over to Malik to find that he didn't look too shocked, he actually looked like he was expecting this. I really don't know why I'm so shocked, I felt like I already knew it would end up like this. I turned back to the two yami's having a fist fight on the floor only to see that Bakura had Mariku in a full on melvin. Malik stood right beside me, shaking his head slowly in disappointment.

"A hundred bucks says they both kill each other by the end of the week." Malik said darkly.

"From the looks of the fight they won't make it past tonight." I said just as darkly.

"Oh they will, they'll get tired soon enough and call it even until they get enough strength to try and kill each other again." Malik snorted a bit, turning to blow out the row of candles.

"I sure hope so..." I turned as well, helping him clean around the two fighting yami's. Well, tonight has been eventful. I can't wait until Bakura gets settled into his new body, then we can live like a couple is suppose to.

Oh, they will be living together but it won't always be sweet. I have some plans for both Ryou and Bakura and Malik and Mariku. Their is going to be some conflict later on in the story, but between who and about what? Just wait and see!

Anyways, I know the chapter is quite short but in my defense it was suppose to be a short chapter. It was just some details on the ritual and a description of Bakura's lovely new body. Can somebody spell 'delicious'! I wanted to combine the two bodies of Bakura because I just had the loveliest picture of what I wanted Bakura to look like. (Yeah I had this shit planned out!) And I don't think any of you are complaining are you!

Any who, I hope you enjoyed my little filler chapter. Tune back in next week for a full installment of my story!

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