WARNING: CONTAINS BOYxBOY RELATIONSHIPS! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE!

Summary: Bakura and Ryou find out that they really aren't brothers after thier mother dies. They find love in each other and try to deal with thier loss through each other. Yaoi BR, YY, SJ. Re-written

Yes I'm back again with this story. I was reading through it and I thought it to be sucky, sooooo I felt that I should re-write it to make my self feel better about it. I'm surprised I got so may reviews before, but thank you all who reviewed! I wasn't complaining about that!

I might be re-writing my other stories too…

Disclaimer: If I owned YGO:

1: I wouldn't be in America

2: There would be some type of shonen ai

3: Anzu would not exist

But I don't own, so you guys don't have to worry about that!

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"Do you have to go?"

The woman lying in the bed looked up and smiled at the three figures looking over her bed.

She smiled and said, "Not without a fight."

The other figures chuckled. Only she would joke at a time like this.

One of the people stepped forward grabbing the woman's hand, green eyes showing complete sorrow. "Mom, please don't go yet! We need you!" he said.

She lifted her hand, moving the few white strands that was in from of her sons face, "I know Ryou, that's why I'm still fighting." She smiled at the other two males, both trying their hardest not to break down and cry.

She knew she wasn't going to make it, but she couldn't let them know. 'Let them have hope' she thought. As she lay there, she studied her two sons, still amazed about how they looked so much like each other, but yet wasn't related.

Ryou Minamoto, the younger one, had long snowy white hair that fell to the middle of his back, a few bits of the snowy hair covering up his sparkling green eyes. On the outdie he seemed like a shy and quiet person, but when you got to know him, he was a bit mischievous. He knew he looked innocent and always used that to his advantage. 'I'm going to miss that smile of his' She thought.

She looked over to the elder son, her own flesh and blood, Bakura. He looked so much like Ryou, even though he had piercing violet eyes that seemed to more at an angle. His hair was the same color as Ryou, but longer, reaching to his lower back. Bakura always seemed to be the louder brother, always getting into trouble. But behind that, he was a nice person, a bit sadistic, but nice.

"Serenity…" The third male in the room said softly. He was noticing her eyelids drooping slowly, and her heartbeat fading fast.

Serenity smiled at her husband of 15 years. She knew he would be devastated after her death. "Yaten, Bakura, Ryou, I love you all very much. Do not change who you are." She said, then focused on Bakura and Ryou saying softly "Both of you, follow your hearts."

Her breath caught in her throat. 'This must be the end' she thought sighing. A tear slipped down her cheek. 'I'm sorry I couldn't stay.'

Serenity looked up at her husband, seeing the fear in his eyes, "Tell them…" she said before drifting off into eternal sleep.

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'Tell them.' He still heard her whisper, 5 months after.

Yaten rolled over in his large bed that still felt empty. He sighed thinking of his wife's words. He didn't think that it would be that big of a deal if he didn't tell them the truth, that they weren't related. At first he was a bit worried, because he knew their tastes in partners, but after a while, he didn't see a point to.

'Unless they want each other.'

Yaten sighed, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and sat up.

'Serenity, when should I tell them?' He knew what she would say if she was still among the living.

'When the time is right.'

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Ryou woke up with a start, glancing nervously around the room. He had just had another nightmare, but he couldn't remember what it was about. All he knew was he needed comfort, fast.

Ryou swung his feet over the bed's edge and got up, walking quickly to his older brothers room.

He blushed, thinking about Bakura. Lately, when he wasn't having a nightmare, he was having dreams about his brother.

Dreams that siblings should not have about each other.

He knew that it was wrong to love not only another man, but his own flesh and blood. Incest was frowned upon on, and he wondered what his dad would think about his sudden attraction to his elder sibling.

When Ryou reached Bakura's room he paused a bit, listening to see if he was awake. Ryou blushed at the small sounds he heard from his brothers room, getting slightly aroused from the light whimpers.

Ryou knocked on the door lightly just to see if his brother was coherent enough to know someone was there. When he got no answer, he figured that Bakura was having a dream… a rather pleasant dream.

Ryou's cheeks were on fire now, as he lightly pushed open the door to Bakura's room and snuck inside, closing the door lightly. He padded over to the bedside and peered over at his brother sleeping.

'He's so handsome, not feminine, like me.' He thought, brushing his fingertips on Bakura's cheek.

"Couldn't sleep Ry?"

Ryou jumped slightly at his brother's voice, pulling his hand back. He blushed and nodded. Bakura lifted the covers up, inviting the smaller one in. Ryou gladly accepted and crawled into the bed.

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Mkays, that's it for now. I hope that this is better than the crap I posted before

Please review!