A/N: Finally an update, sorry to keep everyone waiting. Life has become rather hectic over the past year. Any, on with the story.

Once the two were in the house once more, Yugi watched Yami. He did wonder what had happened and why it seemed to bother Yami so much. Yes, the former pharaoh had admitted to taking a liking to the thief, but didn't want to show how he really felt. Instead, they continued their bickering. He shook his head and sighed before walking towards where Yami had sat down. "What did you mean by a big mistake? What happened?"

Upon hearing the other, Yami debated on simply ignoring him since he was so lost in thought about what had just happened. Realizing that if he did that, it wouldn't make him much better than the thief so he looked up towards Yugi. "Well, Bakura and I fought, as we usually do, but there was something off with him. After I teased him, he shoved me away and took off with Ryou…" He answered, trailing off, not wanting to tell him things that weren't his place to say.

"If what you're saying is true, then you've put yourself to his level. Not what you're supposed to do, especially considering your feelings towards him." Yugi said as he crossed his arms, not appreciating how low the other admitted to going. "Is that all that happened?" He asked, a bit curiously and could tell when the other was keeping something from him. He watched as Yami shifted slightly before speaking once more. "You know you're going to have to go talk to him and apologize."

Yami snorted. "That's not going to be easy." He muttered, running his hand through his own hair before standing and looking out the window. He knew in his heart that he had to. "I'll give it a try." He said simply then walked towards the entrance of the game shop. He opened the door and raised a brow, noting it had gotten darker and began to rain, a light drizzle but still enough to get wet in. "I'll return in a few hours at the latest." He replied, looking at Yugi then left the game shop, not bothering to grab anything to stay warm or dry. He felt that he didn't deserve it, not after what he did.

After walking along the mostly abandoned streets of the city, he watched where others were going. He walked down several blocks before coming to the small apartment complex that housed several, plus the ones he needed to see. He stopped and thought, remembering which number Ryou's apartment was then went inside, up the flight of stairs to the second floor and to the door he needed. He paused then took a breath before reaching up and knocking.

He didn't have to wait long before Ryou had opened the door and looked at him. "Yami? What are you doing here?" He asked, keeping his brown gaze upon the pharaoh.

"Is Bakura in?" Yami asked, looking at the other male.

Ryou blinked then glanced over his shoulder for a minute before shifting his attention back to Yami. "He's in his room, but I doubt he'd want anything to do with you."

"It's important that I speak to him, Ryou. I know he isn't going to want to have anything to with me. Just let me talk to him."

With a sigh, Ryou moved to allow Yami inside the apartment. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." He muttered then closed the door once the other was inside. "His room is the second on the left."

Yami gave a nod then went to the room he was referring to. He noticed the door was ajar and looked back to find that Ryou had gone back to doing whatever it was he had been doing before Yami had arrived. Looking back to the door, Yami hesitated, he didn't feel right going in someone's room without permission. He pushed the thoughts away with a snort then knocked on the door, after being greeted with silence, he slowly pushed open the door. He didn't quite believe the sight that greeted him. He noticed how everything was neat and nothing was out of place, from the daggers hanging on the wall above the bed to everything else.

He sighed when he saw the thief himself, lying on the bed, facing away from him, on his side. Yami rose a brow, wondering why the other hadn't stirred when he came in. He walked closer to the other and looked down at him and found that he was sleeping. "Well, that's new." He whispered to himself, quiet enough not to wake the other. As he looked at him, he saw that the other still wore the usual blue and white striped shirt and jeans, which didn't surprise him in the least.

Bakura had been sleeping for the better part of an hour when Yami had come in the room. He lifted his arm enough to brush the snow white strands from the thief's face, pausing when Bakura stirred from the movement. When the thief didn't wake, Yami frowned when he saw the marks on his face. He then let his eyes trail down slightly to the thief's arms and wrists, raising a brow as he reached out and took one in his own hand and looked down at it, seeing a few marks as if it, as if he, were chained to something. He wasn't able to look long as Bakura recoiled and moved his hands closer to his body, a low sound coming forth as he did so. The shift of the other moving caused a slip of paper, fell out to show and Yami, being curious, picked it up and glanced at it, eyes widening a bit then he let it fall back where it had been. "How the hell did he get that?" He then chuckled softly, realizing that this was a sight of Bakura no one was meant to see. After he checked him, he looked around the rest of the room and turned his back to the other male.

A few minutes later, he heard a low growl from behind himself as words were spoken. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" Bakura shouted when he woke and saw the pharaoh, in his room, of all places. This wasn't good.

Yami turned and faced Bakura after he had shut the bedroom door. "I wanted to speak to you, and waited since you were sleeping. Have a nice nap, kitty?" He questioned, knowing that he shouldn't but wasn't able to help himself.

Bakura's eyes narrowed. "I AM NOT A FUCKING KITTY!" He shouted once more before getting off the bed, almost losing his balance, but quickly regaining it. "Get out." He snarled, glaring at the other.

Yami simply shook his head then walked closer to the thief, stopping a foot away. He quickly reached out and grabbed Bakura's wrist and, ignoring the pained expression, pulled the thief closer then back on the bed. "You're on fire." He muttered, keeping his gaze on him. "You are going to tell me what that was about earlier. I want the truth."

Bakura snorted, still glaring. "You don't want the truth. I told you earlier, it's your fucking fault I'm like this!"

Yami rolled his eyes. "There is no way a male could become pregnant. Ever."

Bakura growled once more. "You want to know what happened so badly, huh? Then fine, your almighty holiness. I'll share with you." He hissed, anger evident on his features. Soon after, he grabbed the pharaoh's arm and brought it to rest on the Millennium Ring. "Now close your eyes and let it take you." He muttered.

Yami nodded then closed his eyes. The next thing he knew it was dark and he saw a figure sitting on the dark floor. He moved closer and found it was Bakura. He watched him and it appeared that he was panting. "Bakura?" He asked, moving a bit closer. He noticed the other hadn't heard or noticed his presence. He watched as the other turned around to look at something behind him and then pushed himself up then turned the way he was looking and crossed his arms as he watched another figure come out of the darkness.

"You know you can't escape, Bakura. Not this time." The psychotic Yami, Mariku had spoken.

Bakura laughed. "I know I can, it's you that cannot." He smirked then turned and walked away, looking down at his copy of the ring.

"I'll make sure you won't." The other grinned, coming up from behind Bakura and put an arm around the spirit's waist. "And if you somehow manage to escape me, I'll ensure that not even the Pharaoh would want your sorry ass." He chuckled then licked the side of Bakura's neck.

Bakura shuddered then growled. "Get your disgusting hands and tongue off me." He hissed and pushed the other away from him. This caused Mariku to smirk and grabbed ahold of Bakura's white mane then threw him by the hair into a pitch black wall. A startled yelp escaped the thief's lips as he connected with the wall and rubbed his head. "What the hell?"

Mariku walked towards Bakura and roughly put his arms up and chained to the wall. Bakura's eyes widened when he was chained to the wall then kicked at the male. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"You'll find out soon enough, my dear thief." He smirked and brought out a knife. He then leaned against the wall next to Bakura then put it at the hem of the other's shirt. He grinned darkly before moving and using the knife to cut through the fabric and noticed with the sound of Bakura's breath hitching that he had cut the flesh in some places. He didn't care if Bakura was in pain, it drove him further into madness. He moved the knife up then cut down the side of Bakura's face. He watched the blood drip from the wounds and evaded Bakura has he lashed out, trying to escape. With a twisted grin, he stabbed the thief in the leg and twisted the knife, enjoying the sound of Bakura's pained scream.

"GET OFF ME!" He shouted, trying to look for a way out. He felt the chains around his wrists cut into his flesh as he struggled, so he gave up with that. He had tried to kick Mariku away, but it wasn't going to happen. When the other had stabbed him, he couldn't help the shriek that escaped him. He wasn't going to give up, not without a fight.

Yami watched as the events unfolded, seemingly day after day with little to no variance. He wanted to help Bakura, but being he was watching a memory of the times endured in the Shadow Realm, there was nothing he could do. Towards the end, Mariku came in then walked to the thief. "Giving up so soon?" He questioned with a smirk then lifted Bakura's head to look in his crimson depths.

Bakura had gotten weaker because of the blood loss and he no longer had the ring. He only looked up when Mariku made him then narrowed his eyes. "Not without a fight." He muttered then spat on him.

Mariku back handed Bakura then smirked. "We'll see about that, thief." He snorted then cut off the remaining tatters of the clothing Bakura once wore. Soon after, removing his own.

Yami's eyes widened and turned away, but he could hear Bakura's screams and pleas. His pleas for Mariku to stop what he was doing and his cries for help. Yami knew that no one would help Bakura, hence why he was in the Shadows in the first place. After a while, he heard a thud and silence. He then turned around to survey the scene and saw Bakura on the floor, his eyes watering as he rubbed his wrists, wincing. "He's right. No one would want someone like me, even if I weren't raped." He whispered to nothing but the darkness. After, he moved a bit to rest his back against the wall, pulled his legs up to himself then let his hidden sorrows out.

Knowing there wasn't anything else he could do; Yami opened his eyes and withdrew his hand from the ring to look at Bakura. "Now you know." The thief said in a choked whisper then looked away. "Now leave."

Yami nodded then stood and moved to the door. Once at the door, he paused then looked over his shoulder. "He's wrong, you know." He muttered then left. He said goodbye to Ryou then left to go back to the game shop, his thoughts all on Bakura and what had happened.