Hiya! Here is the last chapter of Roommates!
Thanks to everyone who has read so far. It means a lot to me.
Enjoy.~

I don't own YuGiOh or the characters.

(Bakura's POV)

After the 'fun' day out with everyone's favourite group of irritating, too friendly idiots, Marik and I mostly stayed at home, to Marik's displeasure. For some reason, he really enjoyed hanging around with his other friends. I, on the other hand, was perfectly content with not seeing them at all and spending my break from school alone with Marik. We spent the days watching films and playing video games (sometimes, Marik played this game called Bloodlines and I just read… Well, by read, I mean watched him play) and the nights arguing about what to watch or about who's turn it was to cook; always Marik's. Unfortunately, he spent his birthday with his siblings so I had to spend a whole day without him.

When Marik came home on the evening of his birthday, I was sitting in front of the TV, drinking a beer…

(Marik's POV)

After spending the whole day with my siblings, I was in a ridiculously happy mood. I waltzed into the living room to see what Bakura was up to and he was staring at the TV screen with a scowl upon his face. "Hey, 'Kura!" I chirped, grinning at him. He gave me a grunt in response. "Don't give me that attitude, it's my birthday!"

"Sorry," he said, icily, "how was your day?"

"Amazing! It was a lot of fun!"

"Good."

"What's the matter with you now?"

"Nothing, everything's just peachy." His tone was bitter. I stared at him. What the EFF is his problem? Unsure of what to do, I sat next to him on the sofa. He took a large swig of beer and then smirked at me.

"What? What are you smirking about?" I said, facing him. He leaned closer to me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Fuck, 'Kura, how much have you been drinking?" He chuckled loudly, an evil sounding chuckle at that. I shuffled back on the sofa and then CLINK! My foot had hit something, I looked on the floor and saw that I had knocked over a pile of beer cans. He's drunk. He's extremely drunk. I continued shuffling on the sofa until I couldn't get any further. He climbed on top of me and pinned me down onto the sofa. "Bakura, get off!" His face came closer to mine and I knew my face was bright red because despite his horrid breath and his slightly bloodshot eyes, I was kind of turned on by the position we were in. "Please, please get off." I don't want to do this, 'Kura, please.

"Marik, you left me alone all day," he muttered. Was he angry at me over that?

"Bakura, get off me now. I am not ready for anything like this."

He frowned, a hurt look was in his eyes and slowly, he moved off of me and returned to his original sitting position. I quietly got up too.

"You thought I was going to try to… do you, didn't you?" He mumbled, to which I nodded in response. "I didn't mean to do that… I lost control of my emotions for a second. I didn't know what I was doing. Sorry."

"It's okay," I said, "you'd be an idiot if you thought you could bed someone as great as I, Marik Sebastian Ishtar!"

He chuckled, "me? An idiot? Marik Sebastian Ishtar should know that he is the idiot in this relationship!"

"How dare you lie to Marik Sebastian Ishtar like that! It is clear that Marik Sebastian Ishtar's roommate, Bakura is the idiot!"

"I think the real idiot would be the one referring to himself in third person."

"Sh-shut up, 'Kura!"

"Kiss my ass, Marik!"

"I've said this before and I will say it again. THERE'S POOP DOWN THERE!"

We both looked at each other and snorted with laughter. After a while our laughter died down and I leant across and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Once upon a time, I told you about my past, Bakura, do you think you're sober enough to tell me about yours?"

"Yes, it's not as bad as yours was though, however, it's far from a good past," he mumbled that part but then began his story in a clear voice, "Years ago, when I was a small child in England, life to me was perfect. I was a happy kid, you see? I had a dad, a mum, a little sister, named Amane, and a little twin brother, Ryou, who I lived to stand up for. My parents always favoured the other two, but I didn't mind because they needed the love more than I did. I was independent, like I am today. I wasn't a nice child anyway, the only thing about me that my parents liked was the fact I protected their little Ryou from bullies.

"My father's relationship with us wasn't very strong. He only cared for us because of mother. He had never wanted children, but he dearly loved my mother so he stood by her, even when she wanted to have a family.

"Mother had had to quit her job because Amane had a lung disease. Mother loved her job a lot, she had been working as it since she finished school but her love for Amane was too strong and she wanted to be the one to protect her dear daughter. One day, before Ryou and I left for school, mother asked me to pick up some milk on our way home. We forgot to do so. When we got home mother yelled at us, she had been stressed enough since she quit her job and we had finally caused her to snap. I offered to go and get some but she said it was too late now. She proceeded to shout some more things at us, causing Ryou to cry. Neither of our parents had dared to shout at Ryou before, he was too fragile. She grabbed Amane and said she was going to get it herself because she couldn't trust us to do anything.

"Later that day, we found out mother's car had crashed into another car because she was driving recklessly and that neither she nor Amane made it. It was my fault… Ryou blames himself, but I was the one she gave the money to, I was the one she asked to buy the milk. Ryou used to cry every night in his sleep and I sometimes heard him whisper to himself that he should have reminded me. I'm to blame though, it's my fault for their deaths. I should have protected mother and Amane like I protected Ryou. Father wasn't really there for them so I should have been.

"Marik, it's my fault…"

I gaped at him, I didn't realise that Bakura too felt so responsible over people's deaths. We were similar, he blamed himself for his mother's and his sister's death and I was to blame for my mother's death. I tried to speak, unsure of what to say, I had never expected to hear this. Bakura put his hand up and shook his head to stop me speaking. He just wants to get the story over and done with. He doesn't like thinking about it. It's not his fault they died though… Why can't he see that?

"Father stayed with Ryou and I for a week or so after that but then gave up on us and left. Ryou said it was because we reminded him of mother but I knew it was because he was no longer tied down to us.

"We were adopted countless times, but each time we ended up being sent back to the home… because I was horrible to each and every foster parent just so I could scare them off. They all loved Ryou and, of course, he was nice to them but he didn't want new parents, he didn't want to replace our mother and father… So, I argued and screamed at them all the time until they decided to send me away and then we told them that Ryou and I were a package so they sent us both back. Eventually, Ryou made me call father because I still had his number. I told Ryou that it was pointless, father didn't love us but he kept on crying so I had to do it. Ryou spoke to father and begged him to adopt us, father refused and refused, claiming that he would be forever busy doing business. After a while, Ryou dropped the phone and ran out the room with tears streaming down his face. I couldn't stand to see that bloody bastard make Ryou cry. RYOU AND I WERE HIS SONS AND HE WAS REFUSING TO TAKE US BACK… Sorry. I hate that guy. Anyway, so I picked up the phone and yelled at him for hours. After a while I persuaded him to adopt us, just so that we could get a house. I promised that he wouldn't be responsible for anything. I never really see him anymore but I made sure he sends letters to Ryou frequently. You're probably wondering why we moved here… I didn't explain that… Basically, he was on a long business trip in Japan at the time so he mailed us plane tickets and we flew here. When we met him, he told me he had got us a house and it was in his name but we would have to pay the rent monthly. Ryou didn't mind this, he was just happy our dad was our dad again."

"Oh…" I said quietly.

"Yeah, it's not that great a story, but you asked," He responded.

"Bakura, you're not to blame for their death."

"I am. I should have just got the milk… I knew mother was stressed out."

"'Kura…"

"Just leave it, I don't want to talk about it.

"Okay."

We sat in silence for what seemed like hours when I felt the need to destroy the silence and hopefully, cheer Bakura up.

"You know, you never told me you loved me back," I whispered.

"No, you're right, I didn't."

"So?"

"So what?" He was smirking. He knew what I was getting at.

"BAKURA, JUST TELL ME YOU LOVE ME, YOU BASTARD!"

"Fine," he said with a sigh.

"And sound happy about it!"

"You ask too much of me." He paused for a bit, looking at the floor and then stared deeply into my eyes. "Marik Sebastian Ishtar, I… ugh… this is difficult. I… I…. I lo-… Marik, I love you."

"That was pathetic," I said, grinning at him.

"Shut up, idiot!"

"You shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"You can't tell someone as gorgeous as I am to shut up! That's, like, a sin or something!"

"It's not a sin and I can if I want. Shut up, you effeminate bastard!"

"I am not effeminate!"

"Explain your appearance then!"

"Um…"

"See, you can't… Effeminate bastard…"

"OH BE QUIET!" I yelled, however there was a grin present on my face. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Whatever."

I walked upstairs and proceeded to the bathroom.

"BAKURA," I screamed, "YOU LEFT A FRIGGIN' WET TOWEL ON THE FLOOR AGAIN!"

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the rest of my story. I decided against writing about Christmas and doing a few more chapters in general because I feel it was getting a little tedious and my writing's been getting worse as I haven't had any idea what to write for this anymore.
I hope this ending is okay and that Bakura's backstory isn't as rubbish as it sounds in my head. xD

If you want to read more of my work, I have written another Thiefshipping story called 'The Towel'. It's a short oneshot. Keep in mind that it was my first ever fanfiction.
Also, if you like Fairy Tail and Gintama, I have written fanfiction for them too. NaLu for Fairy Tail and I have recently started an OkiKagu one for Gintama.

I would like to give a MASSIVE thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I loved all your reviews so much!
Alexus_Loves_Writing (epic name), so am I, the idea of Bakura crying makes me giggle. XD Thanks :D
RandomThiefshipper, I'm not going to kill Duke off, haha.. (Bakura: I might... Marik: 'KURA!) Thanks very much for your reviews.
TheAverIn, thanks!
Darkelf777, glad you could catch up. :) thanks!
CannotVerify, I know... Just imagine him all teary eyes... EEEK. S'cute! SOMEONE DRAW A CRYING BAKURA FOR ME, PLEASE3 thanks for reviewing by the way. :)
Wolfairer, thanks so much. That means so much to me.
iPanda, and the chapter loves you o.O haha thanks :)
wafflefangirl, I always read my reviews. They're very helpful to me. :) I did correct that, thanks a bunch for pointing it out!
PikaPix52, hehe, thanks. Your name is Dani too? No way! But Marik says you better change it to Steve because Steve is a cool name. (Not because he wants to turn you into a mind slave...) heh heh...
Yami_The_Dark, thanks! :)
I don't really have time to reply to the reviews to chapter 24 as well unfortunately but THANKS for reviewing and for reading all of you. 3

Bye for now,

Dani!