Summary : YGO-HP cross-over. Ryou wakes up in a world he doesn't know. He doesn't now who he is or was. He starts a new life, but with a lot of questions. Bakura and Malik are searching for him, but will they ever find him? Will Ryou get to know who he truely is?

Disclaimer : I don't own anything of this all. Not Yu-Gi-Oh, not Harry Potter, not anything. Except for this lovely plot that is then... So, leave me alone, will you. That way I can write further and way quicker, so thank you very much. That way I can also start thinking about the sequel of this story. So Shut Up!

Warning : Shounen-ai (boyxboy love), angst and a lot of drama, and... that's it, I think.

AN : -gasps- I have not updated in a MONTH, have I? –then suddenly laughs out loud- Baka's, that's what you all are. Of course I'm not going to kill Ryou. Sadly enough I still need him ;) No, I wouldn't kill him anyway. Not really into the mood for a death-fic right now. Anyway, since everything is now cleared up, let us enjoy the last, yes, you heard me well, the last chapter of this story. I'm already working on the sequel, which will be added in a few days (or at least the first chapter of it, that is).

Anyway, Enjoy the very last chapter of this story!

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A new life

By Marjon

Chapter seventeen

A sudden breeze made a blonde male look up from the drink which stood in front of him. Would this be him? After Malik had left the house he had went to a bar, one he knew Mariku had went to before he had disappeared out of Malik's life.

He didn't look over his shoulder to see if it was his dark half, he knew that Mariku would come to him if he saw the blonde. After a few moments there still wasn't someone beside him, so Malik knew it wasn't him. He let out a sigh. What if he wouldn't come here? What if he had left again, after whatever might had happened between him and Bakura. What if he didn't want to see Malik again?

"What are you doing here?"

Malik blinked as he heard one of the most beautiful voices in the world- or that was at least what Malik considered. He turned around, only to face the one and oly person he had been looking for. His hair about the same as he had seen it the last time. Now only a little bit longer, but you almost didn't see the difference. His lilac eyes still held some anger. And his body was just as good-looking as he could remember.

"H-hello." Malik said, stuttering at the sudden appearance of his yami. He hadn't heard the door open or someone walk towards him. Had he maybe already been in the bar, even before Malik came in?

"I thought Bakura made it clear you didn't want to see me again." The other tanned male said when he sat down next to Malik. "A bottle of whiskey." Mariku said to the man not far away from them at the other side of the bar.

"I heard something like that..." Malik didn't knew what the white-haired male and his yami had been talking about, but he could guess a bit. Bakura didn't wanted to tell Malik about the return of Mariku in the first place, so he probably said something like that to Mariku too.

"I'm sorry..." Malik then suddenly said, after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence for Malik. This had been bugging him for quite a while now.

"For what?" Mariku took a sip of the bottle, which had just been put in front of him. He looked down at his hikari with curiosity. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

The blonde hikari sighed and looked at his drink again. "There is something what made me feel sorry about." He took a deep breath before he started again. "The day you disappeared, you remember?" Mariku nodded, but Malik didn't saw it, because he looked in front of him. "I could have helped you. But I didn't. I was afraid. Afraid of the consequents which I know would follow. But... when you were gone... well, I regret the decision I had made. But I couldn't turn it back. I was stuck with the consequents, which were even harder then the ones I thought I would face if I didn't do what I had done. And, well, I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for not trying to help you."

Malik kept looking in front of him, not daring to face his darker half. He just couldn't. It had been his fault his yami had disappeared. Maybe Mariku would hate him now forever, but at least he knew the truth.

I sat on my bed, looking throught the window to the lowering sun. It had almost disappeared behind the tall houses. It was a really beatiful sight; the sky red with orange and blue. The sun still spreading his beams all over in the light room. It would have been perfect, if it hadn't been for the fact that I had screwed up. Not just a little bit, but a mistake that throwed someone's life upside down. And then not mine, I wouldn't be so upset about that, but from a good friend.

I fought to keep my tears back. What could I do now? I could hardly say to Bakura: 'Oh, I'm sorry. I said to Malik his yami is back, even when you told me not to. You don't mind, do you?' Nor I could say something like that to Malik. Both would hate me now forever.

With my fists I punched as hard as I could into one of the many pillows on my bed. And, just as I expected, it didn't hurt.

I closed my eyes again and I took a deep breath. I didn't know why I did do what I did, I guess you just have to call it destiny or something. Or intuïtion. It doesn't really matter, all what did matter was that I did it.

Slowly I stood up and walked towards Malik's room. I knocked on the door softly, but there didn't came an answer. I blinked and tried my best to hear anything, it didn't matter, from the room. When I didn't heard anything, not a single thing, I tried to open the door. It was locked.

A sigh escaped from my lips and I wondered what to do next. Should I go downstairs? Maybe Malik, or Bakura, would be there. Taking one deep breath, I walked downstairs, trying my best to not make much noise.

"Hey."

I blinked at the sound of the voice. I hadn't expected Bakura to notice me. The white-haired male was laying down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Or that would have he been doing, if he would at least open his eyes.

"Oh, h-hey."

A pair of eyes was opened and looked directly at me. "What's wrong with you?"

I looked at my hands, which were tangled into eachother in front of me. "Well... I..." I started, but I wasn't sure what to say. How could I explain what I had done and that I regret my decisions?

"Worried about telling Malik his yami is back?" The white-haired male on the couch asked, making me look up in surprise. He knew? But how...? Had Malik told him? But then again, Bakura didn't sounded angry or something like that.

"Well... Actually, I am, yeah..." I still couldn't get out of my words the way I wanted.

"Don't. It's okay. I'm not angry and neither is Malik. He looked quite happy when he left an hour ago. So, don't worry about it."

"But-"

"No buts. Like I said," Bakura looked at me sternly. "We are not mad. Okay?"

I didn't knew what to say. They weren't mad at me? But... how? I screwed up Malik's life. I broke Bakura's trust. I had been doing things I shouldn't have done. And now they didn't hate me? Had a miracle come to me or something like that?

Shaking my head slowly, a thought came in my mind.

"Bakura, what happened in the alley when I was with... Mariku?"

A smirk appeared on the handsome face of my darker half and mentioned me to come closer. I sat down on the chair closest to Bakura.

"Let me explain it to you."

"Hey."

The blonde hikari didn't look up. He was afraid to face his yami right now. He didn't want to see his yami angry at him for being a coward. He could have saved him, but he didn't. And Mariku had to deal with these consequents.

"Look at me." Mariku said, again trying to get Malik look up at him.

Suddenly Malik felt his face tilted towards his yami's. The tanned hand held the chin of the smaller male next to him. Then Malik did the most stupid thing he could do; kissing Mariku. It was a short kiss, not more then a few really short seconds, but it was enough.

Mariku blinked. Malik blinked. And then it happened again, but this time longer and more passionately. Malik's heart beat quite a few times quicker then it did normally. Did this really happen? Did his yami still loved him, even after what had happened, even after what he had told him?

"I... missed you." Mariku said when they had stopped to take a breath. "I don't care... what you have done... I still miss you. Please... come back."

Not be able to bring out a word, Malik just simply nodded. He stared back into those lilac eyes, which he had been thinking about so much, especially quickly after Mariku had disappeared. Yet he had never forgot them. Never. They were so much alike his', yet so much different. He couldn't describe it.

After a minute or two, Mariku started talking again. "You still live with... your brother and sister?" His breathing still wasn't totally back to normal.

Malik shook his head. "No. Isis and Rishid went back to Egypt. I now live with Bakura and Ryou. Remember them?"

"You live with the tombrobber?" Mariku said, somewhat annoyed. Maybe because of the little chit-chat he and Bakura had, when both Malik and Bakura had searched for the white-haired light. Or simply because he didn't liked Bakura. Both were highly plausible.

"H-hm." Malik replied, just taking a sip of his drink.

"He's nice to you?" Mariku said, making the younger male look up and stare at his yami in shock.

"Of course! How could you think differently?"

Mariku shrugged. "I just need to be sure. I wasn't there to look after your pretty little ass, so I had to know if the tombrobber did."

The tanned hikari glared at his dark and punched him lightly on his upper-arm. "Basterd." A small blush had crept on his face when Mariku had said that about him. It was almost cute.

Quickly Mariku drank the last few drops of his bottle whiskey and stood up. "Wanna come with me?"

Malik looked at the empty bottle and blinked. Mariku had drunk that all alone and he wasn't drunk? He sure could drink much without getting drunk. "Where are we going?" He asked, yet he did stood up and followed his dark half.

"Just strolling on the streets with you?" Mariku asked.

Malik looked at his dark suspiciously. "You aren't the type to just 'stroll on the streets'. What are we going to do?"

A smirk appeared on the face of the taller male. "Just come on. I'll show you." He said and walked further, getting swallowed into the darkness of the night more and more.

"Wait for me!" The blonde hikari called and ran after Mariku.

"Why would I? It's not like I care that much about you..."

"HEY!" Malik shouted after his yami and tried to give the taller male a smack on his head when he walked beside him again.

I relaxed and sat back on the couch. I had decided to move from the chair to the more comfortable couch. Yet there was some reason to think again about the 'comfortable' part. Bakura had decided it would be a good thing to just let his legs lay on me, but he didn't knew how heavy they were.

"You should eat less. You are heavy."

"Me? I'm not fat." Bakura said and tried to look hurt. Though he failed quite miserably at doing so. Just try to imagine Bakura do so. It look ridiculous, as you might can figure out yourself too. Then he pulled up his shirt a bit and tried to grab some 'fat'. But there were only muscles. I blushed at the sight.

"I didn't say you were fat. I said you were heavy."

I burst into laughing when Bakura tried to be just like such a woman if you tell her she is fat. But these can really look quite, well... funny. Bakura just looked like an idiot. Although a funny idiot.

It took me quite a few minutes before I finally could stop laughing. It was really nice being here. I had Bakura and Malik who could cheer me up. But then suddenly something came into my mind again. Malik! What would Malik say about this when he would find out? He did have a crush on this white-haired male, didn't he? And who knows what this Mariku-guy had done before to his blonde friend. And-

My thoughts were interupted when I suddenly saw a hand waving in front of my face.

"Earth to Ryou, earth to Ryou. You there?"

I blinked. Once again, what had I done! Bakura was opening his mouth, probably to be about to say something, but I cut him off by shoving his legs off mine.

"I gotta go." I said and walked away quickly, not daring to look at Bakura.

"Wait a minute! What are you going to do?" He did sounded a bit worried, but I didn't really minded at this time, at this moment. I just needed to go out and find Malik as soon as possible. And that had to be quick. And silent. I couldn't tell Bakura what I was going to do! Then he would discover Malik had secretly a crush on him. Then- well, it would only make more problems.

A hand grabbed my arm, and forced me to turn around and look at the person. I saw Bakura standing, worried and also a bit angry at me. Oh god...

I tried to pull my arm out of his grip. It just tightened instead. "Just let me go."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just, please, let me go." I begged. I needed to do this and therefore he just had to let me go. "Please..." The last word was not more then a whisper which escaped from my lips.

The grip loosened, but he didn't let me fully go yet.

"Please." I said, repeating the word again, until he let my arm go fully. Red prints already started to form. I didn't even cared about rubbing my arm to make them go away.

"I'll be back soon..." I whispered, before hugging him slightly and running out of the house. Malik. That was my only thought. I needed to find him.

It took me quite a while to finally found a trail that could lead to Malik. I asked almost everyone I saw on the streets, which thankfully weren't too much at this hour.

I had found a whore who could tell me she had seen two blonde males left a bar together. And they did have a tanned skin. I had asked her, just to be sure. I mean, there can be quite a few blonde males hanging around in this city, I didn't know about that.

Sadly enough she couldn't tell me where they exactly went to, but she pointed that they went that way.

"Hey cutie, wanna come with me?" She then said, when I was finally done questioning her.

I backed away slowly until I finally started running. I didn't want to have to do anything with such a woman. Her hair was curled, but sweaty and full of knots in it. I shuddered at the thought what she could might have done before I questioned her.

When I finally stopped and looked around, I wondered where I was. In front of me was only a small dark alleyway. Did they went through here? I didn't know at all... I could ask Bakura, I thought, but quickly throwing it away. I could not ask him that. He would know I would be here and would maybe come and get me. If I would get lost or something I would ask him. But not now. Not yet.

I took a really deep breath and waited a moment to get all my courage together to go through the small dark alleyway. It took longer then I expected, but thankfully nothing happened when I was there.

Oh my god!

It was beautiful. I was finally through the small and way too dark alleyway and now I was standing in front of a small water, but it looked really nice. For a moment I forgot why I was here in the first place. It was really one of the most beautifullest things I had ever seen.

But then the thought of Malik popped into my head again. I looked around, but I didn't saw either of them. Where were they, I wondered and stepped in front to investigate the place a bit better.

"Wow… It's really beautiful."

A blonde male smirked at the answer he had gotten. Malik and Mariku were sitting on a small bench in some kind of a parc or whatever it was. It didn't really mattered, because Malik was in like heaven.

Mariku was back. Mariku loved him. Mariku took him to such a great place. Mariku was now sitting really close to him, not more then a few inches away from him.

A shudder went down Malik's spine as a small breeze touched his skin. He had only a lilac tanktop and some thin jeans on.

"Cold?" The taller male asked, looking aside at his hikari.

Malik nodded and suddenly was pulled closer towards his yami. An arm rested on his shoulders and he smiled when he looked at his yami. It was so great to be like this. Nothing could harm him right now. Nothing.

But he was wrong. Totally wrong.

"Malik?" A voice asked, making the male look up from his thoughts. He looked around, only to find a gasping little white-haired hikari not more then a couple of meters away from them.

Oops.

Forgot a bit to tell Bakura and Ryou about this. Oops... Would he be mad? Malik thought, wondering what to do now, at the same time.

"Ryou! I..."

The teen turned around quickly and ran away. Malik was about to stand up, but something hold him back.

"What are you doing?" Malik asked, looking down at his yami. "What are you doing?" He repeated.

"Don't worry. The kid will survive." Then he pulled his hikari back. "Why was he so scared anyway?"

The blonde male shrugged. He actually didn't know. Why would he indeed be so scare about? What had made the sight of Mariku and him together done wrong?

Mariku and him!

He smacked his head mentally. That was it. Ryou still thought that he loved Bakura. Baka, he told himself. What have you done wrong this time.

"Hey." A voice made him look up once again from his thoughts. This time it was Mariku, who was staring at him with curiousity. "You okay, sweetie?"

Malik nodded and then stared into space again, seeing nothing special. "Mariku? Can you bring me back? I need some time to think. Alone." He added quickly when he saw Mariku was about to give a reply on that.

"Fine," He said with a sigh and stood up, pulling Malik with him. "If that's what you want."

The blonde nodded and both walked back towards Malik's house. They didn't said much during the whole trip back (which was quite a few minutes).

/What's wrong/ Bakura's voice suddenly said when I ran away from the couple. How...? Why...? Since when where they together?

There came so much questions in my head, but none of them I could answer. I had known that they knew eachother from before. I knew also that they had been quite close. I knew that Mariku had somehow put Malik's life upside down. But I didn't know they were together. It seemed so... unreal. They had only met for, what, an hour? And now they were already cuddling in a parc.

I was too shocked to give a proper answer to Bakura. -Nothing-

Why hadn't both said anything? Neither Bakura nor Malik had told me anything about the two blondes. Suddenly realization hit me when I remembered that Mariku had been looking for his hikari. That's also why he didn't wanted to say anything.

But then again, they could have told me! Finally I was halfway from the beautiful place to my home when I couldn't go on further. It became harder to breath and my breathing almost choked me. I sank down on a small bench which was just a few feet away. Curling up as a tiny ball, I stayed in this position for like a day. Bakura had tried talking to me another three times, but I had just simply put up my walls. They weren't strong enough, I could still feel he was worried about me, but at least it kept out the talking.

Why did it bother me?

The question kept going through my mind. Why did it bother me that Malik and his yami were together? Was I jealous...? Only the thought made me already laugh. Why would I want one of the two males or why would I be jealous about them being together?

I didn't minded. Right? Or did I mind the fact that they were together?

Trying to sqeeze my eyes even closer, I finally began to get rid of all the thoughts I had.

"Mariku?" Malik managed to get out between two moans. This was just wrong. What if Bakura or Ryou, or both would be home?

"What is-" Mariku said and kissed the neck of his hikari again. "it, sweety?"

Oh... It was just so great, but they could not just do this!

The two males had just came in the house of the Bakura/Ishtar household, the house were the two white-haired males and Malik lived. And after that, well, Mariku had decided he just wanted to have his hikari. At the right moment the shorter blonde closed the door.

And there it already was.

"What the hell are you doing here!" A harsh voice asked from behind his yami. Malik could not see who it was, but he could dream of the voice.

"Bakura!" Malik said with a gasp.

With a smirk the taller blonde turned around. "Wanna join?"

At one side Malik just wanted to slap his yami right in the middle of the face for being so rude and asking such a thing when you were just, well, making out. But at the other side he just wanted to kiss him for asking it. Together with Mariku and Bakura...

Only the thought made the blonde already feel lightheaded.

"What is he doing here?" Bakura asked again, this time looking immediately at Malik.

"I... we... well..." Malik started, but he did not know what to say. How could he get himself out of this? "I-it is not what it looks like!"

The white-haired male let out a snort and raised an eyebrow. "And what does it look like?"

Malik took a deep breath before taking Bakura's upper arm and took the white-haired male with him. "We need to talk for a moment." He said to Bakura, and then he turned towards his yami. "And you stay here. Don't do anything. Anything at all."

The yami simply rolled his eyes, but did as requested.

"What do you want, Malik?" Bakura asked when the two were outside.

"Bakura, it is just..." Malik started, but again he did not know what to say. He bowed his head so he did not have to look at the white-haired yami. He could not just tell everything right in the face of his well, second lover!

"Yeah...?" Bakura said, his voice dripping with annoyance. Although Malik could not really blame him for doing so.

Suddenly everything went really quick. Malik bowed towards the white-haired yami and kissed him. Almost before Bakura could do something, Malik pulled back and stared at the other with wide, really wide eyes. Even though the blonde had a tanned skin and it was dark outside, a deepred shade was seen on his face.

"I uhm-" Malik begun but he did not know what so say. "Sorry!" He blurted out and ran inside again, immediately going towards his room, not even bothered to tell his yami anything.

"Malik!" A voice called from downstairs, when the blonde male was just opening his door. "What the hell is going on!"

Malik ignored the voice of his yami and the words he said and trew the door closed again, before falling onto his bed. He totally did not know what to do anymore.

Everything had went well, that was at least until a minute ago, when he kissed the white-haired yami. He should have never done that, it would ruine everything and he knew it. But then again, why did he kiss him? It was not like he really needed Bakura to love him; he had already Mariku again. So why, why did he kissed him?

"MALIK!"

The tanned male flinced at the harsh-ness of the voice. His yami never shouted his name so angry...

What had he done!

I wake up when I hear a loud noise not far away from me. My eyes flashed open and I saw a dark person coming closer to me. The person did not really walked in one straight line, so that meant that he, or she, was probably drunk. Or just tried to let me think that he, or she, was drunk to get me caught off-guard.

Pretending to sleep, I looked as the figure came closer towards me. I could not see whether it was a male or female yet, the person had long dark hair, but a male can have long hair too. Much alike myself, I did not have short hair either. Although I had been right about the part that the person was highly plausible drunk. A disgusting smell of alcohol came towards me. Gross! Another reason to never start drinking alcohol; you will smell terrible afterwards. Not to mention you will die quicker etc. And that it just also tastes disgusting too.

I really needed to make sure both Bakura and Malik should never drink again.

In the mean-while the figure came closer towards me and I finally manage to see it was a male. He looked quite scary. The dark long hairs looked like to not been washed in a few weeks; there was all dirt in it and a lot of knots were in it too. And so did his clothes. In most of them were holes and you could see the skin of the man. I doubted the man had washed himself not for a few weeks either, but I could not really smell it, because the smell of alcohol was too strong. Even if I could I do not think I wanted to.

The disgusting male was now not more then a few small meters away from me. He stood still and looked at me carefully. I almost let out a scream when I thought what might could be going on in the head of that male right now. He probably thought I was just some kid who has no one to be protected by and which he could well... use as a pretty little sex-toy.

Although I was not sure about it, I had seen people look at me like that more often. I know I looked quite fragile and according to what others have said: 'incredibly gorgeous with that white hair'.

I wished I could be more like Bakura.

Who could blame me? At least not everyone was saying I was looking really pretty. Of course people said that to Bakura too, but that was not because he looked cute but because he was incredibly sexy. Not even I can deny that, I know. And he could at least save his own self if needed. He always had at least one knife with him and he was quite good with it. I had heard he had been stabbed more time then he could count, yet he was still very alive and as far as I knew I had not seen much of the scars. Not that I had seen his upper body naked yet. Yet... I sighed softly at the thought. I even thought that I would see that. Did I even wanted to see my yami like that?

"'Ey..."

A voice made me look up from my thoughts and I almost fell of the small bench when I saw the scary male was standing in front of me, not more then a meter away.

"W-what do you want?" I said, cursing myself for stuttering like that.

"You, pretti little gurl." He said, having trouble with speaking. He even thought I was a girl! A girl!

"Fuck off!" I replied, glaring at the male in front of me. I did not know where I got the strenght to say that, but I was gratefull I had it. "Leave me alone, you freak."

"Wha did ya call me?" The male looked down at me and I saw I pissed him off. And not just a little bit.

Eep?

I tried to get away from him quickly, but I did not succeeded. Gripped tightly, the male trew me against the first wall he saw. A horrible pain went through my body, but I quickly recovered from it, because the thought of what could happen next feared me more then the pain ever would.

Trying to shove the man off me, I got only held tighter. This was not good! This was not good at all!

"Tou ar so pretti, but rough. Makey likes that."

I gagged when I thought what he would do to me next, because I saw he was trying to undo his jeans.

Suddenly I was freed. The male was being pulled back roughly by an unknown person. Although I was quite scared what would happen next, I was gratefull the man was now gone and I could breath better again. I rubbed with my hand over my neck, because it still hurt.

"You okay?" A voice asked kindly.

All I saw right now were black leather pants and boots. When I looked up I saw a hand stretched towards me, the person waited for me to get his hand to get up. I decided to not take it.

"Come on, Bakura." The male in front of me said.

A gulp escaped from me. Did he knew who I was, or maybe did he confused me with Bakura? Either way I did not like it.

"Who are you?" I asked, before I would even think of getting along with him.

"You don't remember me?" The male asked, taking his hand back when he finally realized I would not take it. "Come on, I'll take you with me towards Yuugi. He might know what to do with you."

"No."

"No?" An eyebrow was raised. "Does your yami finally have made you stronger?"

"I do not have a yami." I said. I knew it was a lie and the other would probably see right through it, but I had to try. I needed to do something!

"Don't be silly, Bakura. Come on I'll take you towards Yuugi."

"No. I am going home." I said, still unsure where I got this courage from. Nonetheless I loved it!

"Don't be stupid. You saw what happened just a moment ago. Who would have known what had happened if I had not come to save you."

"I was just trying to free myself."

"Of course. You baka. Now, come with me." The male said, his voice suddenly harsh. He grabbed my right upperarm and pulled me with him.

"Let me go, you bastard!" I tried to free myself, but the other male was too strong for me. "Let me go!" I said again, I was not happy with the way things went right now.

The other turned his head and simply rolled his eyes. He dragged me with him further.

After a few blocks from the place where he had found me, we stopped. I saw we stood in front of a game shop. Or at least something that looked like it. Somehow I recognized it, but I could not remember anything of it.

The other male opened the door and shoved me in. He closed the door after himself again, locking it too.

Suddenly a teen walked in. He looked almost the same as the one who brought me in here. "Bakura?" He asked, then turned towards his look-a-like. "Aibou, why have you brought Bakura in here?"

The two went silent, so I assumed they used their mind-link. Stupid them.

Without a warning something popped into my mind again. Would this be the 'pharaoh' Bakura and Malik had been talking about? I looked at the taller male for a moment and I came to the conclusion it had to be the one they had been talking about.

But what did he want from me?

The question came into my mind, and I was about to think of an answer to it, but I did not got the chance for it.

"Bakura?" The smaller one, named Yuugi, asked.

I looked towards the side where the voice came from and waited for the teen to continue.

"May I ask you something?"

"What?" I asked, maybe a bit too rude, compaired to the nice-ness of the smaller one. Although I did not cared that much about it right now. I had other things on my mind at this moment to be worried about something such important. I would worry about it later. If I would not forget...

"You do not have to be that rude against my aibou." The taller, the 'pharaoh', said.

I simply ignored him and waited for Yuugi to continue.

"I uhm- I was wondering, do you remember who I am?" He asked after a moment of confusion. He clearly was not sure how to react on that. Also he was clearly curious about my answer. I vagualy wondered how much my answer would be worth.

If I said yes, then I would be liar. Apparently they do know more about me than I want to so they will know immediately. But if I said no, then they would go ask hard questions. A difficult decision. What did I have to say? Both would be bad.

"Do, do you remember who I am?" Yuugi asked again, looking at me carefully.

I took another few moment to finally reply to his question. "No."

The shorter one gasped, the taller one grabbed my upper arm. "What did he do to you?" He said with a threatening voice.

"Let me GO!" I pulled my arm out of his grip and stepped a few feet back, out of his reach. "He erased my mind, so I could not remember anything. That way he tried to make me another person." I lowered my eyes so I did not have to look in the red colored eyes of the taller male.

"He did what? Where is the Tombrobber? I will kill him!"

"What?" I blinked. The Tombrobber? I did not know how or why, but suddenly I remembered something. Bakura had been a Tombrobber. The male in front of me a Pharaoh. And Malik also something, but I did not remember that one too.

"The Tombrobber. Where is he?" The Pharaoh said, making me look up at him.

"Why the hell do you need Bakura? He has nothing to do with this!" This was just ridiculous. Where the hell did he get that thought from?

"You just said that he erased your mind and tried to make you a new person, Bakura." Yuugi said with a soft voice, looking at me with curiosity in his large eyes.

"I did not."

"Don't be an idiot. You should not protect him, he-" The taller one said this time.

"BAKURA DID NOT DO ANYTHING, SO I ALSO DO NOT NEED TO PROTECT HIM!" I yelled. Anger had taken over me. The two look-a-likes just really pissed me off.

"But-" Yuugi begun, but I cut him off roughly.

"'But' nothing. Bakura did not do anything to me, so leave him AND me alone!" I walked towards the door of the shop. "Open it. I need to get to my home. I am DONE here!"

"Bakura, I-" Yuugi said, his eyes began to get watery. I did not care.

"Let me go Yuugi."

The younger one bowed his head and walked to the door to open it. Behind him a voice was heard. "Aibou! Don't do this!"

Yuugi simply shook his head at the plead and opened the door for me. "Just be careful Bakura..."

I nodded at the smaller male next to me and walked out of the shop. Once I was gone, I heard voices from it, but I did not care much about it. All I wanted right now, was just to be at home and sleep. Maybe that way I would be able to get my mind clear again. There had happened so much things lately, I was not even sure whether I could even fall asleep. My mind would probably not let me...

"Malik."

One simple word, yet it was being said with so much different emotions. Just five characters, but they were spoken soft. Although, at the same time it was urgent, which made it also sound rough. Two totally different emotions, but they were both put in the simple name. A few more were added too, curiosity, why was the other one doing this? Annoyance, why did he not answered? And love, the spoken one was worried about the tanned male on the bed.

Even though Malik had said to himself he would not reply to anything, he could not resist this. Why did he do this? He opened his eyes again and turned his head to the side where the voice had come from.

"Go, Mariku."

The other shook his head and continued looking at his hikari. "Why are you doing this, sweety? Why?" Mariku put out his hand and stroked with a rough hand the face of his light.

Leaning into the touch, Malik closed his eyes again. "Why are you doing this to me?" Mariku asked.

"Just go Mariku, please, just leave."

"Fine." Mariku replied harsh, pulling his hand back and standing up. "I can go if you want me to. You want me to leave? I will." And with that, the taller blonde turned around and walked out of the room.

"Wait!" The other male said, but the door was already closed and Mariku did not come back.

"Why...?" Malik asked himself softly, barely not out loud. "Why me?" He closed his eyes again and laid back onto the matrass, fighting to not let his heart being ripped in a thousand pieces.

Sighing deeply, I walked back towards our house. Or at least I tried to... When it is the first time you are in a new city, it is not good to walk alone, especially if you don't know the way you need to go.

Another reason to not walk at night. At night things look really different, mostly more beautiful, but not when you are lost. Alleys which are normally not scary at all, are at night. They are totally covered in darkness, so you do not know what is waiting for you the next step you make. Also all the houses you see look so much alike. It looks like every house you see is the one you need to go to. But when you come closer, they don't look at it at all.

Why can't Bakura be with me right now? I thought sadly.

That's it! Bakura! I can talk to him through our mind-link! He would know how I should walk back towards our home, or he could convince me to stay here and pick me up!

What a wonderfull ideas I can have sometimes...!

As quickly as I could I opened my mind-link again, but sadly enough it was not much of a use.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word." The voice whispered, not far from my right ear.

Not again...

I turned around quickly, facing my attacker. Only to be surprised to see who it was. "What are you doing here." It was more a statement then a question. Although I did not cared that much about that little thingy right now.

"I could better ask you that question. You seem kinda... lost." The male said, smirking. A sleeveless black shirt clung tight to his chest, almost reaching his low-hanging pants. Almost.

"Shut up." I said, trying to not look as scared as I felt. My heart still beat too fast.

"Scared?"

"Of course not. I am not scared of you, Mariku." I spat out, trying to hit him too.

"Not an effective way to get on my good side." The taller male said, catching my hand mid-air. "But it was just a thought. You seem a little scared."

"I do not."

"It is not like I will hit you, however I would love to." Mariku's smirk grew even wider when he saw the scared look on my face. Or that is what I think my face looked like that moment. "I would get problems with your yami, Bakura. Not that I care much about what he thinks of me of what he will try to do to me, it is more like a... how do you say that, an other thing. I am absolutely sure that my hikari would not want me to do anything to you, something that will defenitely upset Bakura." He stopped and gazed into the dark alleyway. "I still don't know what is wrong with him, but I just KNOW it has to do with the tombrobber."

Surprisingness went over me. What was all this? He seemed so, yeah, what do you call that, in love almost with Malik. Did he really loved his hikari? It looked like he did, especially if you also include the cute cuddling part they had not more then a few hours ago.

"Mariku...?"

The tanned male towards me again, still somewhat distracted. Although I did got his attention again and that was what I wanted right now.

"Do you... Do you love him? Malik, I mean." I held my breath, not daring to do anything anymore, because I really did not know how the other male would react on that.

Apparently the question brought him back to reality again and his face became hard again. "Why do you care? I can't even love someone. I am created out of hatred, pain and darkness." He said, then suddenly grabbing my upper arm, which was already starting to bruise from the meeting with Yami, and pulled me with him.

"Where are we going?" I said with a shriek, a pitch to high for my normal voice, which already looked so often like a girl's one...

Mariku did not answer, but after a few minutes I recognized some places again. We were going home again. I smiled a tiny bit.

Maybe this yami was not that bad after all.

"Hmm-hmm…" A voice muttered. Malik looked aside, from the position he was on his bed.

"You sure?" Mariku asked, grabbing his black sleeve-less shirt from the floor of Malik's bedroom.

"Yeah, I am sure, I will be okay..." Malik wanted to continue, but a yawn stopped him from doing so. "Where are you going?" He asked, a moment after that.

The other tanned male merely smirked. "Be good." Was his only reply before he left the room.

Malik sighed and rolled on his back again. Last night Mariku had brought Ryou back to the house. Even though Malik could not remember how everything became better; all he knew was that they somehow had ended up in his bedroom. He knew Ryou and Bakura had finally ended up together, or at least close to that. If the two of them were not together, they would be anytime soon. Maybe they had been doing the same things as he and his yami. Yet he did not really believed that. Ryou was still too innocent to do such things.

Last night, clothes had been removed from both tanned bodies, not more then a few minutes after they had entered the room. Even though they had been doing a few things, they did not do it yet. He was not ready for it. Everything had been going too fast lately.

And until a few moments ago, Mariku had just laid on the bed with him. Then he had suddenly gotten up and put back on his clothes. He said he had to fix some things.

A smirk crept on the face of the blonde ex-tombkeeper. Things. Yeah, right. He would not want to know what these things were; some things are better off unknown. The actual line was forgotten, but this one suited fine either.

Malik closed his eyes again, laying his head back in his pillow. His hair still covered in sweat. But he felt great. He felt as he had not done in a long time.

And somehow he knew it would be all okay. He did not know why, or how, or when, he just did. And that was all that mattered to him right now.

End of story. Goodbye. The end.

AN: Finally! FINALLY! This story is done. I hope you all really liked it, especially this extra-super-long chapter. I know, the end sucks, but I wanted it to be done before I would go on vacation tomorrow.

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Lorna Shadows – Thank you for the plushie! –hugs plushie- He really is cute! I am glad you like Mariku and as you can see I paired him up with Malik. LOL! That is what I am for, remember! I love to confuse people with my stories. I hope you enjoyed it!

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XeGyPtIaNbLaCkRoSeX – I know, I am always confusing you, using way too much drama in the story and I am usually always being mysterious, which all makes it difficult :) And as for the summer vacation, I have it and I will be leaving tomorrow, that's why the update today instead of later, which should be then in 2 weeks. And yes, I will make another one; A new life 2, the sequel to this story! But other then that, I don't have much plans yet...

Kuroki-san – Thanks! You have a really cute writing, you know that! Be proud on it:) But as for the reply to what you said; I am really honored that you have been reading this even before registering! Haha, here the update is, I hope it is long enough for you ;) I know, Dumbledore sucks, got that also from a story. First I liked him, now I hate him. And if you read my next story, you will probably hate him even more –chuckles- I think I should have not said that... Anyways, the sequel to this story will be Malik-centered, so there will be even more Malik in it then here! I hope you enjoyed it!

Aahhh... I am now truely done with this. The sequel is on it's way and probably the first chapter will be added in two weeks, after I come back from vacation! I hope you all really liked this story and will continue reading the next! Thanks again to everyone!