”It fucking hurts when you carry me…” Bakura moaned, wobbling uneasily back and forth on YamiMariks back.

”I know, but we’re almost there.”

”What, there?” Bakuras head had cleared up. Atleast for the moment.

”To the apartment, stupid. I have to stitch up your arms.” Carefully, YamiMarik stoped dead in his tracks, and looked over his shoulder on to Bakuras wrists. They gaped at him like tiny bloodfiled graves and he had to take a deep breath to prevent him from throwing up. The cuts were so deep though, that a tiny trail of blood had marked were the two were going. Blood instead of breadcrums. He sighed, wondering how the Dominos Daily News would handle this. He thought about one possible headline: “Could this be another sick rapist?! Join us LIVE today to explore the mysterious trail of blood, leading to a student of the Domino Highs apartment. Is he the man behind these resent crimes or…?”

He shook his head, not wanting to wonder all to much on that, atleast not now.

Hearing Bakura snezze, he turned his head up, to scan the brown eyes. And, oh and behold, his pupils were as wide as miniature ping-pong bolls, and as black as tar.

”What?” Bakura asked, almost acting annoyed.

”You’re still high. I wonder why I’m not…? Hmm, could it be that I don’t go and lock myself inside a toalet to cut my wrists up as soon as I get a drag on some fucking low quality cannabis?! And as soon as…”

”YamiMarik…” Bakura huffed. ”Please, let’s… talk about this when we get to… that apartment thing…” He blinked, making an atempt to switch on that ’puppy-eyes-please-do-as-I-want’ look. “Please…?”

”Begging isn’t going to get you anywhere… But alright, we’ll talk about this when we arrive…” YamiMarik gave up.

”Sit.” He ordered, pointing on one of the four sofas in the expensivly decorated livingroom. He wasn’t the one who payed it all (it was a far away relative), he had to admit, the only costs Bakura and he was charged, was food, water and electricity. No big deal, as this was a shitty apartment, with easy-to-get drugs, right around the corner, dodgy guys hiding in a empty cellar, to provide you with the drug of your choice.

Sometimes, the only thought YamiMarik had about him and his white haired friend was that… they were stupid. So fucking stupid.

Bakura had his over-the-top self-destructive side of himself, and YamiMarik were the one who enjoyed alcohol and drugs. So, if you thought about it, they were both as equally broken, they destroyed themselves on purpose, but in different ways…

Bakura sat himself down, and immediately looked afraid.

”Oh fuck.” He huffed, trying to push YamiMarik away as he was beeing tied down in his sit, with hard leather bands, to keep him from running away. Ofcourse, he enjoyed the kick he got from hurting himself, but having his wounds stitched up… that was a totally different thing. He would rather just sit there and wait for the blood to stop from pouring itself on to the white carpet floor. Much better to leave your wounds unattended, then cleaning them with a liquid that stung far more then a burnmark.

”Shut up, and stop beeing such a crybaby. You know it doesn’t work with me.” The dark one sang, hoping away to get all the equipment needed for his little ‘operation’.

”A-And why are you so fucking happy?!” The wounded albino cursed, eyes fierce and frightening… Well, if you’re YamiMarik they’re not…

”Any reason why I shouldn’t be, having my favorite ‘Kura-boy right here in front of me…?”

”What are you playing at?”

YamiMarik grew quiet, scratching his thigh, as if in deep thought.

”I’m just saying… That I miss having you around. Present, with me, here in the same room. It’s not so usual that you come and visit me. Infact, I’d say I’m quite lonely, and feels good about having you here.” He looked up, with some kind of calm sorrow in his dark and sparkling lavendel eyes with a hint of purple in them.

”…YamiMarik… You really mean that?”

”Yeah. I do.” To keep himself from getting to emotionell, he preocupied himself with putting the thread in a needle.

”We can do that later…” Bakura said softly, patting his close friend on the head and leaned forward to wrap him in his arms.

He answered the intimate hug, leaning forward so that Bakura could sit comfortable. He then almost sat in his lap, to get so much body contact as possible. He hugged him hard, really missing the feeling he got whenever the half albino male took notice of him in this way.

”Isn’t this something you could’ve told me… a lot sooner? I had no idea, until now…”

Bakura whispered into his friends ear, stroking him in an slow way across the back, to tired and numb in his arms to actually create much pressure.

At this, YamiMarik pretended to have an itch in his eye, and exclaimed that he would stitch up Bakuras wounds, so that they’d have it over with.

”… You’ve told me the first part already, you have to get the second and last part out to…” Bakura poked his friend in the side, but didn’t get a response.

”Please, YamiMarik? I know I’m not the person to beg… but this time, I’ll toss my pride aside and be out of character. Just for you, you understand why, right?”

”Yes, I do understand why, but… I should never had told you. It’ll be to much for you to carry, and adding all the bottled up emotions you have for Ryou… I doubt you’ll last long.” YamiMarik opened and closed his mouth slightly, after speaking, as if having a dry tongue or something.

After half an hour of quick, but precise stitching, YamiMarik went to put the gray and bloodstained towels in the washer.
He then splashed ice-cold water on his face, not caring if strands of hair blurred his vision for a couple of seconds.

”You okay?” Bakura stood by the door, itching at his bandage-wraped arms.

”Yeah. You?”

”I am now. Thanks. If I wouldn’t have you, I’d have no arms, they’d be amputated.”

At this, they both bursted into a joyful, yet tied laughter, YamiMarik hunched over the sink, having trouble holding his ‘happy-tears’ inside.

”Oh, my Ra, Bakura. Imagine you with no arms. That’s… You’re sick, man.”

He hollered, continued with his violent laughter and pointed a shaking finger towards his albino friend, who had stuck his arms inside his T-shirt, walking around like the arms-less monster from the movie, Silent Hill, adding silly, gurgling and moaning soundeffects to his ‘fancy’ walk.

”What a laugh we had, that day, huh?”

”Yeah, definitively!” YamiMarik smiled, feeling genuinely happy to have Bakura as his friend.

I’m back! Missed me?

Sorry for the short chapter, my mind has (as expected) been elsewhere. But do not worry my friends, there will be updates, soon enough. Wether it will be on this story, or on someone completely new, I’m not sure.

But…Good news, I’m not dead. Not yet.