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Disclaimer - Nope . . . don't own them and I'm not making money off of this.
Author's Notes - Another chapter, and not many more to go . . . three, actually. Now, I have a question for all of you . . . how many of you actually
wanted to see Yami/Ryou? I know quite a few of you asked if it was going to happen, but I want to know how many of you actually WANT to see it
happen. Let me know in your reviews.

Chapter 22 - The First Steps

Marik paced the room, hands shoved deep into his pockets in attempt to keep him from chewing on his nails as he inuoinuously glanced at the still figure
lying in the bed. They had gotten him dry and into clean, warm clothes . . . other than that, there was nothing they could do until Yami awoke again. It had
been several hours since Yami's first awakening that had ended so disastrously, and he was on edge. He'd been unable to sleep, and had eventually gotten
up and taken over the watch on Yami, his mind unwilling to rest after everything that had happened.
What Bakura had told him of Yami's reaction when he'd woke was not something Marik had been pleased to hear. He wondered, not for the first time,
what all his psychotic ex had done to Yami. He suspected that it had been a good deal worse than what he had suffered under the man's hands . . . after
all, he had been a willing slave, at least for the first six months, before it had become a living hell. Yami had been an unwilling slave, and had nearly killed
Malik once before. Malik would have pulled out all the stops to break Yami to his will . . . Marik shuddered at that thought.
"Gods, Yami, what did he do to you?" Marik whispered hoarsely . . . and nearly jumped through the roof when he was answered.
"Nothing that I did not allow him to do," Yami murmured, and then coughed. "Marik . . ."
"I'm here," the blonde said, sitting gently on the bedside. He refrained from reaching out to touch his love, although he ached to do so . . . he had no wish
to trigger another event like the one they had already survived.
"Are you okay?" Yami asked, crimson eyes turning in the bed to regard him steadily.
"I'm fine, Yami. The tree never hit us . . . thanks to you." Yami sighed, his eyes closing again.
"It would never have fallen at all if it weren't for me," he rasped. At this, Marik couldn't hold back any longer. Reaching out, he gently took Yami's hand
into his, prying open the clenched fingers before wrapping them around his own. He held on tightly as Yami tried to yank his hand away, and eventually
the slim form relaxed and stopped fighting the contact. "Marik . . . please, let go."
"No," the blonde said. "Yami . . . for the love we have for you, look at me!" Crimson eyes shot open at the demand, meeting fierce lavender fearfully.
Marik reached out with his free hand to caress the bruised cheek, refusing to allow Yami's flinch to deter him as he held him in his gaze. "You . . . are not
. . . disgusting." he murmured, his words precise and clear so that there could be no misunderstanding. "What Malik did to you was against your will . . .
in so much as that you only allowed it to protect us. That does not make you dirty, or disgusting. We LOVE you, Yami . . . nothing will ever change that."
"I coulde kie killed you," Yami whispered, choking on the words. "I DID kill him . . ."
"But you didn't kill us . . . you saved us instead. We knew you would . . . we never doubted it." A little white lie never hurt anyone, right? Thank gods
Bakura was the empath and not Yami . . . cause he would have sensed that one a mile away. "And what you did to Malik was only to protect us. Besides,
he had it coming. You keep making a habit of rescuing us," he joked stly,tly, and was pleased when he got a soft smile in return.
"Ra . . . Marik, I feel . . . I feel so dirty, like I'm never going to come clean from what he made me do. Did you . . ."
"Did I feel that way? Yes . . . when Bakura first took me in, I scrubbed myself raw in the shower for months afterwards. I kept seeing his hands on me . . .
my hands on him, doing things to others that made me want to puke. But eventually, I realized I wasn't the one that was dirty . . . Malik was. It took time .
. . but eventually I came back. And then I met you." The body beneath him shivered, the hand tightening around his. "Yami, it's going to take time, but
you can come back from this, I know you can."
"But I killed him, Marik. I squeezed his heart until it burst!"
"To protect us," Marik replied softly. "Yami . . . he got what he deserved. I can't find it in my heart to feel sorry for him. What he did . . . Yami, you did
what you had to do." He moved to stand, planning on pulling the chair closer to the bed . . . only to find Yami wouldn't let him go.
"Marik . . . please, don't leave me," he whispered, crimson eyes suddenly desperate.
"I'm only moving the chair closer, Yami," he replied.
"I . . . I don't want to be alone . . ." Yami rasped, turning his head away to hide the tears forming in his eyes. Marik moved suddenly, pulling back the
blankets before sliding in between the cool sheets. Yami froze, unsure of what to do. He'd spent so much time forced to sleep next to Malik . . .
"It's okay, Yami . . . I'll move, if you want," Marik murmured, suddenly unsure if he had made the right move. He got his answer when Yami suddenly
turned over, his arms wrapping tightly around the blonde's waist as he buried his head into the cotton clad chest, shivering.
"Don't leave . . ." Yami whispered. "I . . . I feel safer, with you beside me." Marik nodded, wrapping his own arms carefully around the shivering form.
"Where . . . where is Bakura?"
"Down the hall . . . he was up most of the night worrying about you. I had to slip him some sleeping pills in his soda to get him to pass out." Yami
chuckled slightly.
"Figures," he murmured. "Stubboack ack ass." Marik laughed quietly.
"Look who's talking," he replied, running his fingers gently through the multi-colored hair of his love. "I meant what I said, Yami . . . we love you, no
matter what. Malik got what's coming to him . . . And now you're free, and back where you belong. We're never letting you go again."
"Thank you . . ." he whispered, crimson eyes closing as exhaustion overwhelmed him. "I . . . I love you too. Both of you." Sleep pulled at him gently,
beckoning him to her embrace which he willingly entered.
Marik felt the slight body relax in his arms, but did not release his hold on his love as Yami succumbed to exhaustion and stress. The first step was taken .
. . there were still many more to go until Yami fully recovered from what Malik had done to him. Sighing, Marik allowed his own eyes to drift shut, falling
into sleep as quickly as Yami had, still holding the slight body to him as if to shield it from the world.

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Bakura yawned, rubbing the grit out of his eyes as he walked down the hallway to check on Yami. Joey had told him that Marik had been unable to sleep,
and he was concerthatthat his friend and lover might be slipping into his past depression over what he had suffered at Malik's hand, especially with Yami
suffering so much from the same ordeal.
A hot shower and a good sleep had gone a long way towards making him feel more human after the events of the last several days, especially his
impromptu bath in the lake. He was, however, going to strangle Marik for drugging him. Admittedly, he had needed it . . . but still, it was the principal of
the thing.
He opened the door of Yami's room slowly . . . and froze as he spied Yami, cuddled up next to Marik. He breathed a sigh of relief, a hand running
through his hair as he debated on which god he should get on his knees and thank for this apparent break through. He settled on all of them, sure that it
had taken at least that many to accomplish this, and sent up a silent prayer of thanks before moving to the beside. He reached out gently, brushing a few
stray stands of platinum blonde from Marik's forehead.
Lavender eyes opened at his touch, and Marik smiled up at him gently.
"Hey," he murmured.
"Hey yourself," Bakura replied, pulling the chair over to the bed and settling into it. Marik adjusted slightly, rolling over onto his back so that he could see
Bakura. Yami whimpered, but settled at a light touch when Marik didn't move further. "How is he?"
"Better . . . I think," Marik said, sitting up slightly, Yami's head still cradled to his chest. "We got to talking . . . mostly about when I first got away from
Malik. Now that he knows that what he's feeling is normal . . . it should be much easier." He chuckled slightly. "He wouldn't let me get up from the bed . .
. that's how I ended up in here, not that I'm complaining. It feels so good to hold him again . . ."
"At least he's allowing you to touch him . . ." Bakura murmured . . . then jumped, a startled gasp escaping him when a lightly tanned hand reached out and
took his hand, fingers twining gently with his own pale ones. He glanced down at Yami . . . and met open and aware crimson eyes.
"You know, 'he' is quite awake and listening to the two of you chat," Yami whispered, a small smile crossing his lips. "It's not nice to talk about people
when they're in the same room with you." Bakura chuckled.
"Would you rather we talked about you downstairs?" he replied dryly, his fingers tightening slightly around Yami's as he relished the first voluntary touch
he'd gotten from his love. "How are you feeling, Yami?"
on'ton't know . . ." Yami replied, crimson eyes darkening. "I'd become so used to being numb . . ." He started shivering. "I . . ." Marik threaded his
fingers through tri-colored hair, using the gentle and unassuming touch to try to calm the slight figure.
"It's okay, Yami . . . it's normal. It's a defense reaction, nothing more . . . everything will return soon enough," he murmured. "We understand." Slowly,
the shivering subsided, Yami relaxing into the touch.
"I'm so tired . . ." Yami whispered finally. Crimson eyes closed . . . then opened again as Bakura went to move. "Don't leave . . ."
"You need to rest, Yami," Bakura murmured . . . and gasped as he was pulled down beside the slight form, Yami's sudden strength surprising him. He
sighed, but bracketed the slight body, feeling Yami nestle against him even as the lightly tanned arms tightened around Marik.
"What I need . . . is to know that both of you are here . . . and real," Yami said after a few moments. "There were so many times . . . when I awoke beside
Malik, and just wished it was the two of you instead. I'm so afraid . . . that this will all disappear the next time I open my eyes . . ."
"We're here, Yami," Bakura said, his breath puffing gently against Yami's cheek as he nestled closer, wrapping pale arms around the gaunt form carefully.
"We'll never leave you." Yami sighed and relaxed, falling back into slumber easily with the nearness of his two s. "s. "He's sleeping an awful lot, Marik,"
he murmured, pulling back to gaze down at the haggard features.
"It's a defense mechanism, just as the numbness is, 'Kura," Marik replied. "His mind is on overload . . . too much has happened to him in the last couple
of months. It's protecting itself by shutting out all external stimuli until it assimilates to the new circumstances."
"When the hell did you get so smart?" Bakura asked, dark eyes regarding the tan face curiously. "You weren't nearly this calm when it was you in this
situation." Marik shrugged slightly.
"I've been reading a lot, remember? I wanted to know what we would be dealing with . . . when we got him back. Besides . . . it helped me understand and
come to terms with my own unresolved issues." Bakura smiled, shaking his head in disef.
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