'You're right, Bakura' Yami's dark shadow swirled over Ryou's mind and overtook it entirely. 'You shouldn't be here. On this patio, on this floor...' he paused as his eyes came into focus and crept into the depths of Ryou's soul. 'Maybe not even on this earth at all.'

Ryou staggered and swayed as he felt the rush of his Yami seeping into his muscles, controlling them completely. "What are you saying, that I should kill myself?" His tone was a dark and serious one, without a hint of sarcasm.

'If that's what you think I'm saying, then maybe you should...' A silouette form stood in Ryou's mind, arms folded and eyes as piercing as 1000 daggers.

Ryou felt Yami pull one foot off the ground and dangle it over the balcony edge.

"Knock it off, Yami."

'Knock it off? KNOCK it OFF! How dare You tell ME to knock it off, you pitiful human? It seems to me more that you were knocking this..Kaiba fellow off.' He spat Kaiba's name as if it were a dirty word. 'And I know you know Exactly what I mean, Ryou Bakura.'

Immediatly, Ryou's foot slammed down, as did the rest of his body. He felt something hard in the pocket he landed on, and clutched onto it. 'Don't mess with me, Bakura. You know I can take human form right now if I want, and I don't care if Seto Kaiba sees or not.' His voice twisted around Ryou's mind and forced his eyes to roll back into his skull.

"I-I'm sorry, Yami." Ryou used all his strength to roll onto his side. He choked on his words as they fought their way out of his throat. "Please don't come out... I pro-" he coughed and spat a bloody pool onto the ground as he fought off the blackening pain his Yami pressed onto him. "I promise I'll leave here now."

'Yes you will...' His words here cold and sharp, ' but to make sure you do, I'll just make sure we Both know what your punishment will be if you don't.' And with that, he took one icy hand and dragged his nails along Ryou's nerves.

A horrid shrieking shound resounded in Ryou's body, mixed with the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Every inch of his body was screaming out in pain and he blinked bloody tears away, while trying his hardest just to rememeber to breathe.

The pain seemed to last forever, and Ryou's heartbeat and breathing slowly began to fade.

"Yami, no..." Ryou gasped, "Please st-stop... I" he panted and convulsed on the patio. "I understand."

'Good.' And with that, Yami shrank away to the forgotten place at the back of Ryou's mind.

Bakura sat, recovering. How could I forget Yami? His eyes faded into deep thought as he absentmindedly wiped blood from his mouth.

Seto stepped onto the patio and took a quick glance at Ryou.

"What happened to you? You look like shit...and then some." Kaiba's voice snapped Ryou out of his thoughts and back into reality.

'You better be leaving...'

I know, I'm going.

'Good dog.'

"I uh, I have to go." Ryou hoisted himself to his feet and shrugged the jacket off his shoulders. "Here." He shoved it into Seto's arms and headed rather quickly for the sliding doors.

"Wh-Why?" Seto looked bewildered. "Mokuba's asleep, you can stay for a bit longer."

"No, I can't." Yami why are you making me do this! And with that, the sliding door closed after Bakura, and Seto was left in the cold.

Seto you dumbass... this always happens when you let someone close to you. His knees gave out and he landed square on his backside. He began to cry slightly and steadied himself with his hands.

"Huh?" Seto lifted his hand to find it dripping with Ryou's blood. He glanced at the jacket and noticed blood all down one sleeve.

"My knife!" He frantically searched the pockets for his steel pocketknife, but found it near another pool of blood.

"Oh no..."he sobbed. Maybe I made him do something he didn't want... or maybe I ...

GOD I FUCK UP EVERYONE'S LIFE THAT I COME INTO CONTACT WITH! He pulled on his hair, and realized he now had Ryou's blood dripping down his face. Something about the blood was reaching for the knife.

'Yes, Seto Kaiba... reach for your knife... It can all be better with one simple swipe of that knife...'

"Now I'm hearing voices in my head... I've lost it..." The voice seemed to be slipping into his thoughts from the blood on his face...

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"I just want to forget tonight..." Seto talked to himself as he wandered into the bathroom. He stood in the mirror and looked at himself.

"Ugh." He swiped his still bloody hand over the mirror and turned towards the towel rack over the toilet. He grabbed the cottony fabric and soaked it in hot water from the sink. He wiped his face and then cleaned the mirror. He sighed as he set down the towel and looked into his own eyes.

"You imagined the whole thing, Seto. It was all just a dream. Ryo- Bakura. Bakura was never up here." He heard the rain start again on the patio through the cracked bathroom door.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and stripped down to his bare skin. He turned on the shower, not even caring about the heat, or the fact that others might want to sleep at 6:15 in the morning.

Steam curled up around his upper half as the water beat down on his warm skin. He let his head fall back and just stayed there, letting the water flush over him.

oooooooooooooooooo

He finished his shower, stepped out onto the bath mat, and wrapped himself with a fresh towel. He shook out his hair and wandered into the bedroom.

"Hiya, Seto!" Mokuba sat happily on the edge of the bed, with the general area of his mouth plastered with syrup and pancake crumbs.

Seto couldn't help but smile at his little brother. "Man, you're crazy."

"You're one to talk, you weirdo." Mokuba spoke with a mouthful of food, so with each word, a small shower of crumbs flew out. A few flecks of pancake stuck to the mahogany entertainment center that was now emitting sounds that seemed to belong to a cartoon show.

Seto faced away from his brother to dress, though it woudn't have mattered anyways, Mokuba was utterly engrossed in the television.

Seto plopped down next to the shaggy haired eating machine and pulled a beater over his head.

"What're we watching?"

Mokuba's eyes stayed glued to the set.

"Hellooo...earth to loser..." Seto chuckled and waved a hand in front of the characters on the screen. "Can you read me?"

Mokuba swatted away his hand and finished chewing his mouthful of sausage. "It's this thing on dueling strategies, and I'm not a loser. You're the one who takes a shower at all hours in the morning. Plus you should really watch this, it looks really cool..."

"All that and you didn't ever peel your eyes off the TV. Amazing."

"Shut up."

Seto laughed and stole a pancake of his brother's plate.

"Hey!" Mokuba whirled around in protest.

"Hah! Figures! Only thing that could get your attention off the TV is food...plus, you forget I'm paying for this." He waved the cake before taking a large sized bite out of it.

"You aren't, the company is! So there!"

"I OWN the company."

"Shut up." Mokuba stuffed a piece of sausage in his mouth indignantly.

"Hmm? What was that? 'Shut up' ? " Seto shook his head teasingly. "Why don't you make me?" He stuck out his tongue, then hurried away from the dark haired little goober who was now after him. He grabbed hold of him as Mokuba lunged forward and they fell sideways onto the bed.

"Bwah ha ha!" Seto wrapped his arm around Mokuba's forehead and ground his knuckles against his scalp. "NOOOOOOOGIEEEEEEEE!"

"ARGH GERROFF ME YOU WEIRDO!" Mokuba pushed Seto's arm off his head and pounced on his stomach. They wrestled for a while before falling to the floor, with Mokuba pinning Seto beneath him.

"HA HA! I WIN!" Mokuba sat triumphantly with his arms raised about his head, and face pointed towards the celing.

"Yeah, Sure you do!" Seto's arms lashed out, and in no time flat, Mokuba was rolling on the ground, laughing to the point of tears.

"AHHAHA HA SETO!" Mokuba kicked and squirmed, and tried to reach his brother to tickle him back.

"Who wins? Who wins?" Seto smiled and continued tickling his brother.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mokuba giggled and laughed with all his body.

"Say it! Say it! I'll keep tickling if I have to!"

"You... you... LOSE!" Mokuba wriggled free of his brother's grip and began tickling him with no mercy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Seto's eyes grew gigantic as his laugh filled the room, with a deep laughter.

Mokuba tickled him unrelentlessly for minutes on end, until they both were exhausted.

They sat in the middle of the floor, panting and laughing.

"I love you, Seto." Mokuba said towards the floor.

Seto studied his brother, and smiled. "I love you too, Mokuba."

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Yay! Two long chapters to make up for my henious absence. I hope you like them, though the characters are ooc loads, Mainly Seto, obviously.

I luff yoo!

Emily