I was young, only thirteen, yet I knew a lot. My teachers were always impressed by how high my test scores were. I could read so fast, others thought I cheated.

I took notice of things around me, and researched them, weather they be cultures or religions, it didn't matter. Anything I could do to pass the much free time I had. Sure I had friends, ones that were with me through out most of my childhood, and yet, as there numbers decreased I didn't pay much attention too them. They weren't the greatest of friends, always saying what they thought was right and thinking little of those who didn't think the same, or ones who truly did know the right answer.

You could say I didn't like being around other kids. Most of the time they frustrated me or bored me with there simpleness. It was getting annoying. If someone happen to speak the same answer as me at the same time, or if I spoke half a second after they started saying it, they would say I stole there answer and I was just trying to seem smart. Every time they say these, the void, the dark shadow, the weight on my shoulders grows. It pains me sometimes, that I can't make it go away. I can't stop it from growing by being myself... so I decided to be quiet. I spoke when necessary, yes. But I didn't really want to talk to anyone.

I didn't want to tell my father what I learned, as if he really did find interest in it. I didn't want to be with other kids, it really did seem no one truly had any real interest in me, other that just a target to bully, and a kid who was there to be taught because I apparently 'didn't know as much as them'.

I got interested in two things after that. One was a card game invented by a man named Maximilian Pegasus. I didn't really play with anyone, I just collected cards I thought were interesting, one in particular, was a half angel, and demon girl and the card was called 'the change of heart'. I thought it was the most amazing thing.

The other thing I was interested in was Egypt. I loved it so much, and that confused my Dad. I told him that since it was where he worked, I thought I would learn about it, and I liked it. My Dad doesn't really question me very far. Yet Egypt was truly the greatest place. Not exactly now, but long ago. It seemed close to magical,something I would give just about anything for to be real. They made tall pyramids, and many inventions that helped us today. It was so fantastic, yet, I couldn't learn enough about it. It always seemed I couldn't find true information that was new, and that saddened me.

All of my information lead me nowhere, and left me craving for some real, true facts that could never be discovered.

That's around the time my father gave me it. My 14th birthday was today after all. It was a ring, about 7 in in diameter, made of solid gold. In the middle, was triangle and an eye, as well, made of gold. My eyes however were drawn to the eye, and I looked into it, and for a moment I felt the void, the shadow, being lifted, I took my present up to my room, and looked at it closely. I heard what my father said about it, it was Egyptian, and they didn't know it's purpose yet. He said that the only thing they really knew about it was that you were suppose to wear it around neck from the rope on it.

I still felt loneliness that was not my own when I first saw the ring. As soon as I entered the house I had felt it, yet, as I held the ring, that loneliness faded and some of mine did along with it.

Carefully I slipped the soft leather rope over my head, now wearing the ring properly, and then, there was a quick flash of light from it. I closed my eyes tightly, not knowing what could have possibly made the ring do that, yet after the light died down, I was reluctant to open my eyes.

What made my open in shock was a very calm voice asking me.

"Are you frightened Hikari?" I looked up to see, what was almost me. He was tall, yet he did look around my age, and his eyes were a dark red. From farther away one might mistake them from brown instead of a deep crimson. His hair was a more silver and messier version of my hair, for his stood up in some places. The boy and I could very easily be mistaken for brothers, or twins. "Hikari, are you frightened by me?" he asked me cautiously. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Where did you come from?" I ask, trying hard not to let my voice break. He looked at me, and carefully stroked my hair gently. It wasn't a dangerous move, and relaxing, yet I had to keep a serious face.

"Ah, but Hikari, why do you have to look so serious, even when you know this is relaxing?" He asks me, my eyes widen slightly at this. He knew what I was thinking?...No. My face did look serious, and anyone could guess he was trying to relax me.

"Actually I can read your thoughts my little Hikari." He paused.

//See? I do it very easily if you don't have a mental wall up.// Even though his lips didn't move in the slightest, I heard his voice, so clear in my head, like he was there. How... was this possible? How was here, how could I hear in my head and he can hear me?!

"Hikari, hush... clam down. I will explain." He paused and I looked him over. He seemed to be wanting to help me through this, yet I didn't know why.

//It's because Hikari, I'm hear to help you. I was in the ring to help you, and protected you, so I will help you get through this.// He said after a small pause.

"Your going to help me?" I asked him. He nods, and I gently take his face in my hands to look at his face. I quickly found he was telling the truth, his face and eyes holding no cruelty, or any other emotion that may have given him away.

"Can I please know your name?" I asked him quietly. He smiles.

"Of course Hikari. My name is Bakura, however you can call me Yami as well." He lifts a hand to cover mine that rested on his cheek, holding it there.

"My name is Ryou, and I don't mind if you like to call me Hikari..." my voice trails off. Sadly I remembered Bakura could know what I thinking.

"You don't like it when I call you Hikari?" He leans closer to my face to study my features as well. "Would you rather I call you Ryou, or anything?"

"I-I, a-actually... Hikari is a girls name, so if anyone else is around you, d-don't call me that..." I say, a little embarrassed.

"Alright, but you are my Light you know, just as I'm your Dark." He leaned in, closer that before"And I will very much enjoy calling you as such when others aren't around to embarrass you."

"But, Yami," I start, then Bakura smirks.

"See, just there you called me your dark." I could feel the color rising on my cheeks. Bakura's face becomes pained, and I begin to question why... I know he can read my thoughts so I don't bother to ask him it. Yet his response is something I could have guessed.

He leans in and his lips barely brush against my cheek, and I found the sensation very enjoyable, if not teasing. Bakura kissed the same spot his lips were against, and lightly kissed a trail to the corner of my mouth. His lips are just so close to mine, his warm breath beginning to taunt me, and without thinking, I press a kiss on his lips, which he gladly accepts.

He pulls away after a quick moment, and his mouth ghosts over to my ear.

"You could say I like your blush a little more than I probably should..." He breaths out so quietly like it's a secret. His words sink in and I feel the color growing stronger, making even my ears feel warm with red. He kissed the shell of my ear lightly before pulling away to look at my face.

Only after he is gone from being so close do I see what has just happened. I just had had given my kiss... to a boy. I knew that this was not appropriate to do, and a good number of people of people frown upon it. Yet, I enjoyed all too much. Bakura reads my thoughts, and leans down to cup my face.

"My perfect little Hikari..." was all he said before lightly kissing me.

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It had been some time since then, after Bakura had told me about himself. He was a spirit trapped in, what I leaned the name of it was, "The Millennium Ring". He could make a body for himself, as long as he had the energy to do so. He normally would just fallow me in school as a ghost only I could see, and sometimes just reside in my mind listening to the things around me during my lessons. At lunch, I would eat the very poorly made food the school gave us(A/N:Cafeteria food SUCKS!), then pull out a book and pretend I was reading under a shady tree, when really I was talking to my Yami via our mind link.

It had all seemed just perfect for me. Everything as I thought it should. I had an excellent companion who was always with me, always trying to make me happy, and in turn I tried to please him as well.

Something I also learned was he would age with me until he got his own permanent body, and if I died, he would be sealed back into the ring until I would be reborn again. For I was his only light, and I was born just for him...

Mind you, after he told me this he started to kiss me once again, something I enjoyed dearly. It was always innocent enough, just simple lingering kisses that were filled with innocence and gentleness. He never rushed me, but instead seemed relived he could merely hold me in a close embrace. This was a romance that everyone probably dreamed of, to be love someone so beautiful they looked almost unreal, and for you to be loved by them in return.

He trusted me. Trusted me with things he wouldn't dare tell anyone else, and I was honored by that. He told me how he was sealed in the ring and why he even stole it.

At first, he was reluctant to tell me, afraid I would be terrified by his motives of revenge, yet when he showed me the terrible pictures still almost fresh in his mind, I understood why he sought out revenge. I couldn't believe he had to see such things when he was so young, yet, I couldn't hate the king who had done this too him, for part of was happy it had happened and that he was here with me now, holding me lovingly and protectively. It was selfish of me, and I felt guilty over my feelings, yet that proved that I loved him, he had told me later, for my mental had fallen while I was listening to him, so my thoughts were exposed to him. He said, that I would always want him near me, no matter what I would have to do, yet I would feel guilty if it had caused him pain.

Somehow, I think that he hated the Pharaoh a little less, just a little, because he was also happy that he got to meet and love me.

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After months of school, I was happy to see that it was finally coming to a close, and that I would have more free time to sleep for hours and hours in Bakura's soul room, which he liked to make different rooms for me to in, like he could make one turn into a cliff covered by soft grass, a blanket, and picnic with food from Egypt for the both of to eat as we looked out to the ocean being painted beautiful colors by the setting sun, or he could simply make one with a warm fireplace and a pile of silk pillows a comfortable distance away from it to cuddle on. Most of these depending on what I experience through the day. The ocean one was resent for summer was quickly approaching, and the fireplace one was when my school decided we needed to trudge through a foot of snow that just seemed to never stop.

Bakura did all of these things as soon as my head hit the pillow and wanted his company. Yet sometimes, like when it was one of his family members birthdays, or one of my family members birthdays who happen to be dead, we would stay in separate soul rooms on occasion, and I would sleep normally.

However, it was my sixteenth summer, and in the fall I would be 16. I hadn't even spent a year with Bakura, and yet I had the most wonderful memories I could ever experience, and he wasn't even considered alive by most people. Yet to me...

He was alive. Alive as anyone else.

No, he was more alive than them. He was the only real person to ever listen to me and trust me. The only person I could come home to a receive a kiss and a hug even though he had been with me for the entire day. He was the only person to tell me that they loved me in a long time, and truly meant it. I by Ra I loved him the same.

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I was coming home on Thursday, only one more torturous day before I could collapse onto my bed and sleep for long over how long I did when I had to get up for school. I could sleep until noon, and be going through something so wonderful it felt it should belong in a romance novel. Sappy as I know that sounds, I liked it, and Bakura did too. Yet, some part of me wanted something else. I couldn't tell you exactly what it was because too foreign from anything I had felt. But I tried not to pay much attention to it, for it didn't seem like much. After all, it wasn't like they were feeling directed toward someone else. No, these new and strange feelings were for my one and only dark. Now if only I could know what they were...

I arrived home, to see my father was home again. It's like I lived in a hotel sometimes, for he comes and goes, sometimes without even telling me. However, normally, he's here once a month, yet, this is his second time here. It was odd a little, yet I said a quick welcome home to him and went upstairs to get on my computer.

Bakura said he was preparing something for me Friday night to celebrate summer, and he had been busy all today. Sometimes he would pop up during breaks and listen to the teachers for a while, or appear as a ghost and and simply look a me with a smile I could notice out of the corner of my eye.

I was very anxious to see what he was doing, and once during lunch, while I was pretending to read, I tried to sneak a peak in his room, only to be pushed out of mind,and while he was a transparent figure, he wagged his finger at me with a slight smirk. It took all I had not to make a pout for no reason and have people starting to think I was crazy.

It was then that I hears a knock on my door. I walked over to it, and found that it was none other than my father, looking at me a little worried.

"Ryou, can I talk with you son?" he asks me, seeming to be a little uncomfortable talking to me. Well, if I busy with Bakura, I would probably be all mad, and might say a few things to him I shouldn't, but he was lucky, so I nodded yes. We walked, him in front and I behind him, to the living room where he motioned for me to sit down on the couch.

"Ryou," he sighed, "I'm a little worried about you."

"What?" I replied with a blank face. Why would he be worried about me? I'm perfectly healthy and have the best grades.

"Well, your teachers say you don't talk to anyone unless you have to, and normally it's not more than a few words. All you do is sit and read, and sometimes you just stare off into space. I'm worried you don't interact with anyone. And it all started after I got you that stupid piece of jewelry."

"It's not stupid!" I yelled back, clutching my ring close. How dare he think that! It's mine, and I love it as much as Bakura, which is a lot more than I love him right now.

"See? You defend an object, and don't talk to people Ryou, and the reason why I came back was because an Egyptian said the ring is cursed and only brings suffering. He said that all the other people died when they would wear it, and I'm afraid your heading that way!" My father's voice rose, and I glared at him as he stood and held out his hand. "Now give me than thing so I can take it back where it came from!"

"NO!" I yelled louder than I even knew my voice could go. Inside of me I could Bakura's anger building up and combining with my anger.

"Ryou! I'm only doing what's best for you!" My father yelled back and tried to take it from me.

"You don't know what's best for me, I doubt you even know what me favorite color is! Face it, you know nothing about me! Why don't you just stay at a hotel and go back to Egypt! I know your bags aren't even unpacked! Leave, I don't want to see you!" And with that I fled to the safety of my room and locked the door, even though I was sure my father wasn't going to chase after me.

After a few minutes, I heard the front door shut and my father's car start. I thanked Ra that he was leaving me for a while until I was ready to forgive him. How dare he think the ring was cursed, it gave me Bakura, and Bakura loved me more than anyone, and I loved just as much

"Ryou?" I turned to see Bakura standing before me, in front of my bed, where I had sat and let a few tears slip. Yet I didn't answer him with words, I doubt I could, but I rose off the bed as quickly as I could, and pushed my self against him with all the strength I had, our lips crushing together harder than they ever had before. He was surprised at first, yet, he kissed me back with the same force and his arms came to wrap around my waist lovingly.

Soon, our kiss grew more heated, his tongue slipping passed my lips and his movements grew faster, more desperate, and so did mine. I was confused, new emotions swirling around me, and Bakura's hand started to move past my thin summer shirt, caressing the skin on my lower back. Soon though, he pulled back from the heated kiss, to look me in the eyes, and I saw his were glazed over with lust, so strong that I almost looked away.

"Ryou, I love you..." he kissed me softly, then continued on, and moved his lips over to my ear. "And I've never wanted you so badly..." I then felt a warm tongue lick the shell of my ear slowly, and then he placed a trail of open mouthed kisses back to my lips. My brain was clouded over, and I couldn't help but kiss him back, trying to get more of touch, even though I knew what a vile act this was. Kisses and cuddling were one thing, making out in your bedroom alone was another.

His hand slipped between us, and started to unbutton my shirt slowly, and asked me gently through the mind link,

// Do you want this Ryou?// I thought hard on it, and remembered all that the church my father attends say that sex is a vile act unless your married, and should only be for making children, then I thought, 'screw it' and preceded to give him my answer.

/Damn right I do./ I grabbed a hold of him, pulling him backwards, I landing on softly on the bed, and him landing on top of me.

//Good, because your ass is mine.//His kiss grew fierce once again, and he was hurriedly unbuttoning my shirt and after he was finished, I lifted up off the bed so he could throw the offending object on the ground. He broke the kiss, making me whine before he started licking a trail down my neck and chest with a godly tongue.

Soon, I arched up into that heavenly mouth when he took one nipple into his mouth to suck on it. Hard.

"Bakura!" I called his name, and he replied by biting it softly and soothing it with his tongue. All too soon, he pulled away from it to move over to the other forgotten one. After doing the same, he started very slowing licking and kissing down my stomach to the waist band of my pants.

He quickly undid the button and pulled down the zipper with his teeth, all the while I stared down at him. Quickly the unwanted piece of clothing was thrown to the floor as well, maybe near my shirt, and my underwear soon fallowed.

He eyed me up and down, and then turned his attention back to the spot that was begging for attention the most. He brought a hand down and stroked the hardened length, making me writhe with overcoming pleasure. I tried to pull him down for another kiss, but he shook his finger at me and shook his head no, similar to what he had done earlier that day.

He then leaned his head down to my aching need, his warm breath making it harden all the more. I felt him take the head into his mouth, and suck on it painfully slow., swirling his tongue around it. My hands threaded into his silver hair and tried to get closer into that moist heat by thrusting my hips up, but he held a firm grip on them, pinning me down. He pulled back, and licked it up and down, doing various things like tracing patterns and sucking on it at the same painfully slow pace.

"Bakura... please..." I moaned out as he lightly blew cool air on my heated erection.

"Yes, my sweet Hikari, what can I do for you?" He said. His head moved up to my face, and I pulled him down so quickly into a kiss, he probably didn't even see it coming.

/Please... I want you.../ I thought to him the best I could, for my mind was completely lost in a vast sea of emotions for my dark. Bakura groaned into the kiss and much to my disappointment, he pulled away.

I however, was not disappointed for very long, as Bakura was soon tackled to the bed by me, and I was hurriedly unbuttoning his damn shirt that kept me from seeing all of him. Soon I pushed it down to his elbows and he threw it off while I was busy with his jeans. I had expected underwear or something behind his pants, but of course, this was one of those time Bakura gave me a welcomed surprise.

While he was kicking off his jeans, he switched positions with me again so I was back on the bottom. He pressed another bruising kiss onto my lips making me moan again with desire.

He broke the kiss quickly, and then lifted a hand which seemed to glow with a dark blue energy. I knew immediately what it was, for I had seen it before. Bakura was using his shadow powers.

Soon I saw a bottle of some sort appear after his powers were done, and he poured a generous amount of clear liquid onto the palm of his hand. Very quickly, he coated three fingers, moved them down to my entrance, and massaged them around the tight ring of muscles. He stared down at me intently, as he carefully entered one finger into me and I pulled him down for a kiss. After my reaction to move onward, he pressed in another finger, and I couldn't help but feel a small sting.

After the third digit was pressed in, I hissed in pain, breaking the kiss shortly, before Bakura pressed his lips to mine again in a way of distracting me from the pain.

//Hush, the pain will end soon. I promise.// He whispered through our mind link, and sure enough it did. The only real pain I felt at the moment was the throbbing pain of my cock begging for release. He pulled back from the kiss, and started to coat his own neglected member, groaning pleasurably as he did so, and positioned himself.

"Ready, my love?" he asked me quietly, and I nodded yes nervously.

As soon as he started entering, pain serged through me and I gripped the sheets of the bed. I heard him hiss with pleasure and he stopped himself when he was fully sheathed.

//RA! So... tight!... Must wait... for him...Fuck! Love him!... Want him!... With me!...// I heard his growls in his mind, and I don't think he knew his mental walls had fallen, yet I doubted he even cared.

/Bakura...Move, I'm ready now./ I say to him after the pain starts disappearing, and my death grip on the sheets loosened. He quickly pulled out and thrust in, trying hard not to hurt me, and thrusts at a different angle every time. I was about to question him about it, but then a burst of pleasure serged through me, taking my full attention as I called his name.

"BAKURA!" I screamed his name and he locked his lips with mine and continued to hit that spot again and again, my desperate moans and screams of pleasure being muffled my his delicious lips. Soon, I had to use the mind link the best I could.

/Bakura... Hmmmm... harder... please.... OH!/ He started ramming into the spot and reached in between us to grab my aching need and pump it in time with his thrusts.

// Nnn, so good! Feels so fucking incredible!... Ryou... I need you!... Come with me Ryou!// he called out to me through the link as I was nearing the point I would explode. He rammed into me and was pumping me like there was no tomorrow, and I felt the pressure building up, until I had to hold it back.

// Now! Come with me now!// I released, warm liquid coating us both, and he filled me, ramming into me a few more times before he collapsed onto me. Too soon for my liking, he rolled off to lay beside me.

"Mm, sexy Hikari..." he muttered while pulling up his hand which was covered in my mess. Carefully, he leaned out to lick it off, from palm to fingertip. "Yum..." I was sure, if I wasn't completely exhausted beyond all reason, I would have tackled him onto the bed and did it all over again.

"Kuraaa..." I moaned out weakly. He licked the last of it off quickly and pulled us together, our skin sticky together quiet pleasantly, while a purring sound somehow escaped my lips from the back of my throat.

"Sorry Ryou, I shouldn't tease you like that... I just wanted to taste you... And you taste so fucking good..." he groaned out the last part, pulling me into a kiss that had a shadow of burning desire still in it.

After a few moments rest, he sighed. "Well... there goes my surprise..." he said sadly, and I giggled.

"It's OK, I'll still take it..." and pressed a few feather light kisses onto his neck, yet had to stop my activity I was rather enjoying because of exhaustion.

"Looks like it's Ryou's bedtime..." he said quietly, and pulled the covers over us. "Goodnight, my love..."

And with those kind words and my lovers warmth, I fell asleep.

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Akane: Hell Yeah! This is my first lemon and it still manages to kick ass!

Ryou: O////O Why did you even write that!?

Akane: Well, originally I wasn't going to, but than one thing lead to another... And somehow I found myself writing the most Bad-ass lemon I ever thought I could write.

Bakura: I think that it might have been me invading your mind a little while I was...Busy...

Ryou: Not Again!

Bakura: Sorry! I just couldn't stop thinking about you and you were gone so I suppose I had to do something!

Akane:O_O' I could have gone my whole life without hearing this discussion...

Bakura: Well to frickin' bad! You heard it because because you had the perverted mind and wrote that!

Akane: But didn't you both enjoy it?

Bakura: What the hell do you think dumb-ass? Of course I liked it!

Ryou: …. Yes.... O////O I enjoyed it very much.

Bakura: Well, I personally like the real thing better... What do you think Ryou?

Akane: OK! I'm ending this so the audience will have to wait for the next chapter for another lemon! Well... a few more of than one... But still, you won't get a chapter if you don't review! So do it!

Bakura: You better click down there and review so I can get my favorite part of the story! Trust me, she loses interest if she thinks no one else even gives a crap about her stories.

Ryou: * Sexy tone * Bakura... I want you right now...

Akane: OH DEAR RA! AHHHHH!!!!! * faints *

Yaoi-fan-day-day: yeah, review or else... bad stuff will happen... and yeah... OMG! Ryou and Bakura are making out in the next room! Hell yes! Mama came at the right time! * Pulls out a camcorder *

Come on Bakura... pull his shirt up a little more... The people on youtube would love to see that...

...What, your still here? You should be reviewing if you want to see anything else, so get to it!