Paige: =_= Well, Jess is going to hate me for this chapter.

Yami: And… why is that?

Paige: . . . Well, I was thinking about Thieveshipping ideas and-

Yami: And…?

Paige: -_- One sided Thieveshipping.

Yami: *Disclaimer* She does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I think all of you know that by now.

Paige: Ah, yes, this is the last chapter to.


Paige: =_= Flames are used to burn Bakura. Don't think I wont.

Chapter 4

Bakura could say that he was surprise that after all that chasing Marik had been doing that he was finally being left alone. For a week at that. Maybe he was just taking a break. Or… maybe Marik had just gave up completely.

"Are you listening, Bakura?" Malik asked, poking his shoulder.

The albino glared at him. "Yes." he hissed.

"Then… never mind." Malik shook his head. He brushed off his pants as he stood up from the couch. He glanced over at Bakura a frown now present on his face. "Since your not going to participate in my conversation, I'm leaving." he narrowed his eyes as he walked towards the door.

"Wait!" the words slipped from the former thief's mouth before he could stop them. He watched as Malik turned around to face him. "Let me walk you there."

That surprised the hikari. Bakura doing anything remotely helpful without anything to gain? That can't be possible… right?

"I… guess you can…" he wore a visibly confused look but, said nothing more, only shrugged on his jacket and waited for Bakura at the door. A couple of thoughts when though his head, but he ignored them. Bakura wasn't doing this for him, he knew that. He couldn't help but be a little happy though… even if…

The Egyptian shook his head, he ignored them once more and let his thoughts wander elsewhere.

"Okay, you ready to go, Malik?" Bakura asked,

Malik solemnly nodded and the two headed out the door towards the Egyptians house.

The walk there was most definitely awkward. Malik was, for once, quiet and off in his own little world. And Bakura… well, he was brooding over Marik. Something told him that it was his fault that he wasn't coming over to see him anymore.

What he did was a different story. Because he had no fucking idea what he did.

The apartment complex came into sight after about three minutes or so of walking. Malik sighed.

"Are you coming inside?" he asked, as they neared the entrance. They stopped in front of the door, silence filling the air.

"Of course." Bakura answered sharply, pushing open the door to the building.

Malik shrugged and walked in right behind him.

Bakura, who was more focused on seeing Marik, left Malik and headed up the stairs to the apartment. To get in and get out that was his motive.

The albino opened the door, peeking his head into the pitch black room. He looked from side to side, trying to see if anything was there.

"Hello?" he called out into the room.

A groggy form walked out of a nearby hallway. "Malik, did you…" the Egyptian yami looked up to see a confused Bakura staring at him. "Why are…?"

Silence filled the air as the two just stared at each other. Bakura opened his mouth to say something but the words weren't coming out.

"What are you doing here?" Marik finally asked.


"Heh, don't tell me you missed me." Marik grinned wildly. "Or could it be…" he grabbed Bakura's chin pulling it so he was looking him straight on. "That you wanted something else…"

Bakura rolled his eyes, swatting the hand away. "No. I was worried for a while but, you seem fine right now." he hissed.

The other yami smiled. "What? Then does that mean your unhappy?"

"No." the albino repeated. "I'm not unhappy."

"Ah. Your just pissed. That makes a lot more sense." the Egyptian rolled his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. "But, really, why are you here?"

The statement offended Bakura. He'd never verbally admit it but, it did. He glared at the other yami, thinking of the many comebacks he could make. "Can't I just come see you? Can't I be worried?"

Marik shrugged. "You never seemed to worried about me before."

"That's because-" Bakura cut off, after realizing what he was about to say.

Marik looked at him closely. "What was that Bakura?"

The albino refused to speak, his face heating up slightly. He looked down at the floor. "Nothing." he grumbled.

"No, there was something." Marik grinned. "Just say it."

"No." Bakura shook his head. "Never."

Marik pulled Bakura's chin up once more and stole a kiss from his lips. Their lips only stayed connected for a moment before he pulled back, a smirk spread across his features.

"It's okay Bakura. I know you love me."

"Do not."

"Do to."

"Do not."

"Do to."

Bakura scoffed. "Whatever."

Malik smiled as he watched the scene in front of him before he pulled his jacked closer to himself. Maybe someday he could find someone who he could be with and… well, be happy like those two. Even if they didn't act happy, Malik still knew.

The teen made his way for the entrance once more. A stop at the coffee shop would make him feel a bit better…

Paige: =_= It's done.

Yami: DDDX You didn't even finish it!

Paige: I left it open ended.

Yami: Why did you end it so fast anyway?

Paige: -_- I got bored with it.

Yami: Ah..- Wait

Paige: Shush it. Thanks for reading, and stuff. Now, go leave a review or something… I'm sleepy…