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Chapter List
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Disclaimer - Bah . . .you all know that I don't own them by now, or I wouldn't be anywhere near a computer.
Author's Notes - Well . . . many of you have wondered what was going to happen next, and here it is : ) Malik makes his reappearance . . . and things take
a DEFINITE turn for the worst. *rubs her hands in glee* I hope you all enjoy it. I'm updating earlier than usual because I'm celebrating the fact that
WORK WAS CANCELED TONITE! WOOHOO! Yeah . . . I get a whole night off to spend writing. For those of you who are curious . . . I'm up to
Chapter 21 on Gravitation. *grin* Yep . . . plenty of lemony goodness and angst left to come. I think I'm wearing my muses out . . . although they don't
really seem to mind all that much. Anyway . . . on with the chapter, and don't forget to review ^.^
Oh . . . and there is more Ryou to come in this story, for those of you who were wondering. Lot's more . . . and in slightly surprising and humorous ways.

Chapter 8 - Chaos

Several more days went by before Kaiba called him to see when he was coming back to work, or if he was quitting. Yami sighed as he hung up the phone,
glaring at it angrily before turning to return to his room to get ready for work. He'd put it off as long as possible . . . but now he would have to return to
Gravitation and face seeing Marik and Bakura from a distance again. Either that, or he would have to tell Kaiba to shove the bartending job up his ass . . .
and he couldn't do that. He actually liked bartending at the club . . . and deep inside, he knew that he couldn't live without seeing Marik and Bakura, even if
he never dared get within ten foot of them.
His thoughts had been plagued by the two all week, even after his heart to heart with Jou. Worry about Bakura, combined with memories of his one night
with Marik in his arms had kept him on edge and depressed. His friends had become frequent visitors lately . . . trying desperately to cheer the young man
up in the only way they knew how. Hell, Duke had even tried to start a round of sex with him, and he hadn't been in to it. That more than anything had told
the group that this wasn't something Yami was going to just get over.
"Yami? Can I . . . can we talk?" Yugi asked quietly, coming to the bedroom door as his cousin rummaged through his clothes for an appropriate outfit to
wear.
"Of course," Yami murmured, setting aside a leather vest and sitting down on the edge of his bed, his crimson eyes serious as he studied his cousin.
"I know this isn't really the time . . . for you to want to give out advice on other people's love life . . ." The smaller boy hesitated. Surprisingly, Yami
smiled and patted the bed next to him.
"You've got a thing for Ryou . . ." the older boy murmured as his cousin sat down beside him. Yugi turned to stare at him in shock. "I had suspected that
would happen, hikari," Yami murmured in reply to the look. "Ryou is a very good looking young man, and very sweet and gentle by nature. You two would
go well together."
"I . . . but I don't know where to start!" Yugi burst out. "He's been through so much here recently . . . is now really the best time for me to tell him I like
him 'that' way?" Yami reached over and ruffled the tri-colored hair of his cousin affectionately.
"There is no time like the present," he murmured. "Approach him on it, Yugi. I think you'll find he's more interested than you might think." Yugi blushed
for a moment before stammering out his next concern.
"But I've . . . I've never slept with anyone before. I . . . where would I start?" Yami smiled slightly as he took in his cousin's blush. 'Such an innocent,' he
thought to himself.
"Yugi . . . guys enjoy many of the same things girls do. And you know how to pleasure yourself . . . translate that into pleasuring someone else. But always
be aware that he isn't you . . . he may not like everything you like, and he may like things that you don't. Always get to know your partner . . . and the first
time, you should always take things one step at a time, slowly, no mathow how much your hormones are raging." Yugi looked up at him seriously.
"Really?"
"Really young one. Trust me . . . as you were so quick to point out before, I should know what I'm doing." He smiled as his cousin hugged him.
"Thank you Yami," he murmured.
"Don't thank me yet, little one," he replied. "You still have to talk to Ryou."
"Someone mentioned my name?" the white haired youth asked as he stopped in the hallway outside. "What's up?" Yami gave Yugi a shove towards the
boy with an encouraging nod.
"Can we talk, Ryou?" Yugi said, coming up next to the white haired youth.
"Sure . . . what's up Yugi?" Ryou asked, and then gasped as Yugi pulled him into a kiss. Yami's eyes widened, and he grinned at his cousin. It seemed
Yugi had more of his older cousin in him than Yami had thought . . . why talk when you could just kiss them and find out? He shook his head in
amusement.
"Okay you two . . . I think Ryou's got the idea Yugi, you might wanna give him a chance to respond." Yugi pulled back . . . and got his response when
Ryou pulled him right back in. Yami's grin turned into a genuine smile as he stood and quietly shut the door to his room, leaving the two new lovers to
themselves in the hallway. It faded as he placed his back against the door and sighed.
If only his love life could be taken care of with a simple kiss. Shaking his head, he walked back into the center of his room and looked around at the clothes
scattered everywhere. A black silk shirt caught his attention, as well as his black leather pants draped across the back of one chair. He shrugged, and
collected the items, depositing them on his bed before going into one of his dresser drawers and retrieving a black bandana. Black just seemed to appeal to
him at that moment.
He tied the bandana over his head in typical biker fashion, covering his hair except for the blonde bangs that drifted down the sides of his face. Slipping
into the shirt and buttoning it, he tucked it into his pants and then grabbed his belts. The neck belt went on first, followed closely by the two around his
waist. He slipped his feet into his steel-toe boots, lacing them quickly before going to his mirror to do his eyeliner in the Egyptian fashion he had adopted.
He walked out of the room slowly, seeing his cousin and Ryou no where in sight. He hoped they had gone off to talk.
Silently he left the house, unaware of a pair of dark violet eyes watching him closely as he mounted his bike and took off.
"So . . . this is where that interfering pest lives . . ." Malik growled as he crouched on the roof of a nearby house. "And now he's gone, which leaves the
house, his little cn, an, and that younger version of Bakura all alone." He chuckled. "I wonder if the little one's blood tastes as sweet as Bakura's does . . ."

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"Hey man . . . damn, what's with all the black?" Jou murmured as Yami slid behind the bar and started setting up for the night.
"Huh? Oh, the clothes . . . I just felt like wearing black tonight," Yami replied, picking up one glass and eyeing it critically before setting it down and moving
on to another. "Why?"
"Nothin' . . . it's just I've never see you look so mono-chromatic. You even covered your hair," the blonde replied. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine, Jou," Yami said, leaning against the bar next to his taller friend. "Yugi finally decided to make a move for Ryou . . . the two were playing tonsil
hockey the last I saw them." Jou grinned.
"Good for Yugi . . . we were wondering when he would get up the nerve to do it," the amber eyed bartender said. "Mai was just saying the other day how
cute they looked as a couple." He noticed Yami wasn't paying attention anymore, and followed his gaze to where it rested on Bakura, who was leaning
against a column on the far side of the room, scanning the crowd. The bodyguard was dressed in blue jeans and a black muscle shirt, his hair in it's usual
disarray as he stood there, unmoving. "Yami . . . bud, you need to do something about that. You can't admire them both from a distance forever . . ."
Yami sighed and pulled his eyes away from the white haired young man, meeting Jou's amber gaze with his own darkened crimson.
"I know Jou . . . that's why I think maybe it's time I left Gravitation." Jou gasped.
"Yami . . . you can't mean that . . ." Yami nodded.
"No . . . actually, I think it might be for the best. I can't . . ." he paused, and took a deep breath before continuing. "I can't keep watching them like this . . .
they're so near, yet I can never touch them. I'm thinking . . . I'm thinking about taking Yugi and Ryou on an around the world trip for a few months. Let
them get to know each other . . . and get myself straightened out."
"Run awa away isn't going to solve anything Yami . . . you're the one who taught us all to face up to what was bothering us," Jou murmured. "You're only
going to cause yourself more pain." He rested a hand lightly on the smallen's n's shoulder. "I don't like seeing you like this, bud . . . you're always so sure
of yourself and strong, this is just not normal for you. I know you're worried about . . . what we talked about, but is going away really going to help?" He
was interrupted by the first of the customers arriving to order drinks. He let the subject drop as he and Yami worked, but Yami knew that he was going to
get an earful when things quieted down enough.
If only Jou knew . . . he couldn't face up to this. He couldn't just let everything go . . . not when so much was at stake. Leaving Gravitation was sounding
more and more like the best idea every minute he thought about it . . . in the end, it was probably the only way he was going to keep his sanity. If he
disappeared for a while, he could get his emotions back under control . . . get past this hang up he had on the two men and return to his friends after a time.
He sighed, his mind made up. Now all he had to do was tell Ryou and Yugi.
An hour passed in frantic haste before Yami suddenly looked up and found himself face to face with Bakura.
"What can I get you?" he murmured, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge to reach across the bar and kiss the man. This was the first he'd seen
him since he'd been wounded that night . . . he wanted to see for himself that Bakura was fully healed, but that was something he couldn't do, not without
jeopardizing his already tenuous hold on sanity.

>"Yami . . . I just got a phone call . . . from Malik," the white haired body guard murmured without preamble. Now that Yami really looked at him, he could
see the pallor behind Bakura's already pale skin, his dark eyes burning with anger and worry. "You need to get home . . . now. Malik has Yugi and Ryou."
Yami was already vaulting over the bar and heading for the door before the sentence was finished, his long legs eating up the space between him and the
exit as Bakura shouted behind him.
"Jou . . . call the police and get them over to Yami's house a.s.a.p.," Bakura said to the blonde. He turned to go after Yami, and was stopped as a fist
clenched in his shirt.
"What's going on?" Jou hissed.
"Malik found out where Yami lives . . ." Bakura said, glaring at the tall blonde coldly. "Now let go of me so I can go help him." Jou dropped him quickly
before grabbing up the phone and dialing the emergency hotline, watching Bakura take off after Yami at a dead sprint.
"I hope everything is all right . . ." he murmured, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the phone to his ear. This was not what his friend needed right
now . . . and it was just what Yami had been afraid of.

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Yami was surprised but didn't stop on his way to his bike as Bakura caught up with him.
"What do you want?" he growled as he got there, thrusting the key into the ignition and getting onto the bike in one smooth motion. Bakura got on behind
him.
" I'm coming with you, obviously. You're going to need the help . . . Jou's calling the police," Bakura said as he clutched the back of Yami's shirt.
"Fine . . . but don't get in my way," the crimson eyed young man snarled, gunning the engine and peeling out of the parking lot in a cloud of exhaust and
burnt rubber. "Hold on . . . I'm going to be pushing the limits," he shouted back to Bakura.
Bakura wrapped his arms around the Yami's waist, amazed at how well Yami handled the huge bike being as slim as he was. Yami was driving fairly
recklessly, weaving in and out of traffic at breakneck speeds as if the Hounds of Hell were on his heels. It was very likely, however, that hell was waiting for
him at his house.
He was startled when they pulled up at a huge two story Victorian, complete with wrought iron gate.
"You live here?" he murmured as Yami powered through the open gate up to the front door.
"Hope you don't mind that I'm one of those 'rich assholes' you despise so much," Yami growled, parking the bike and shutting it down. He leaped off
and raced up the steps, Bakura at his heels. He paused when he discovered the door partially opened. "Oh no . . ." he whispered, and went to rush into the
house. Bakura stopped him. "Let . . . me . . . go," he snarled. Bakura nearly stepped back at the unholy gleam in the crimson eyes . . . they weren't usually
that bright, were they?
"Yami . . . charging in there isn't going to do anything more than give Malik another victim," he growled. "We have to do this cautiously." Yami sighed but
nodded, allowing Bakura to take the lead as they stepped into the house. They searched room to room, finally coming upon Malik in one of the unused
bedrooms on the upper floor.
"Malik!" Yami shouted as he spied Yugi, bound hand and foot on a sheet covered couch, his clothing torn and ragged with blood from the dozens of little
wounds that the demented blonde had inflicted. Ryou was currently in Malik's arms, his clothing nowhere to be seen, his eyes dim and lackluster as the
violet-eyed demon licked a cool trail over a bleeding cut on his neck. "Let them go!"
"Ah . . . the arrogant, interfering bartender," Malik said, his blood stained smirk widening as he spied Bakura. "And dear Bakura, Marik's self-proclaimed
protector. Come to join the fun?" He bit down on Ryou's neck, his eyes on Yami as he suckled at the boy, enjoying Ryou's whimper of pain. Yami
stepped forward, and froze when Malik brought a blood stained knife up to Ryou's throat. "One step closer, interloper, and I spill more of the boy's sweet
blood then even I can drink." He smiledoughough red tinted teeth.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Turn Marik over to me, and I let your precious little look-alike's live. Continue to interfere, and I will take
these two and Marik when the time comes." He smirked. "This one's blood is sweet . . . and your cousin's is even sweeter still. Either way, I win more
toys."
Yami growled, his fists clenching as he determined what he could do.coulcould not allow Yugi and Ryou to remain in this psycho's hands . . . but he
would sooner rip out his own heart than hand Marik back over to the demented bastard. Things were spiraling rapidly out of control in his own head as well
. . . anger and fear making his already weakened barriers even less likely to hold.
"Time is wasting . . . Bakura, call Marik and get him here. Let him witness what his foolishness has brought others . . ."
"I'm already here," Marik said, stepping into the doorway from the hall and handing Bakura his car keys. "I brought the Viper . . . I hope you don't mind,
Bakura."
"I told you to stay at the club . . ." the white haired young man hissed. Marik looked at him calmly, his lavender eyes tranquil.
"I couldn't," he replied quietly. "Let the young ones go, Malik. You win. I'm yours," the lithe blonde said. He walked towards the demented man, his arms
held out at his sides in a gesture of defeat. He detoured slightly to untie Yugi, helping the boy rub feeling back into his numb arms and legs until he could
stand. He then went to stand in front of Malik, who still held Ryou in a vise-like grip. "Let him go," Marik murmured.
It was this scene that greeted the others as they stumbled into the room. Jou, Tristan, Duke and Mai all froze as they were caught in the drama unfolding
before them. They were in time to see Malik throw Ryou into Yugi andb Mab Marik, dragging him roughly against him and spinning him so that the smaller
blonde's back was to his chest, a knife held at the tanned throat. Yugi cradled Ryou to him, calling to his friend softly, trying to get Ryou to come back
from where his mind had retreated to protect itself.
"Nice," Malik murmured, licking a trail up Marik's neck to his cheek. "Just like a good little toy, returning to his master." Yami stood helpless as Marik
turned lavender eyes to him, pleading with him silently to forgive him for causing this. Yami felt the rage growing within him, his abilities rapidly spinning out
of control as he lost the hold on his temper. Things had reached an all time high within his head . . . and now he was no longer concerned with holding
back. First Malik had dared to harm Yugi and Ryou, and now he was planning on retaking Malik . . . and Yami would not allow that, ever.
"I'll be damned to hell if I let you walk out of here with him," he snarled. Jou took one look at his friend, catching a brief glimpse of unholy flame, and
quickly shoved everyone back out the door, grabbing Bakura and dragging him away from Yami.
"What the hell are you doing?!" the white haired man snarled as he stumbled into the hallway, spinning on one foot to go back into the room. He was
startled when the door suddenly slammed shut in his face. He pounded on it, cursing when it didn't budge. "What the fuck . . . help me!" he growled to the
group of friends, who stood nearby, their faces ashen.
"You don't want to go back in there . . . chaos is about to break loose, and Malik will be lucky if hrvivrvives it," Jou murmured.
"What are fuc fucking talking about?" he said, pausing in his assault on the door to look at the tall blonde.
"Yami's lost control . . ." Duke murmured, trying to think of how to explain it to Bakura . . . and that's when the howling began. A windstorm swept
through the hallway, knocking everyone flat.
Inside the room, Yami barely held himself in check long enough to send a message to Yugi.
*Take cover with Ryou, hikari,* his voice murmured in Yugi's mind. Yugi looked up in shock at the utter coldness of his cousin's mental voice . . . and
then quickly dragged Ryou behind the couch, pulling the sheet off to cover the both of them. He'd never seen this before . . . but Jou had told him of what
had happened in the bar that night and he knew instinctively that it was about to happen again.
Yami was floating, his feet inches from the ground as the wind began to pick up and swirl around him, causing the dust and debris in the room to rise into
the air. His hands were out at his sides, the arms upraised as if he was worshiping some unseen god as his power swirled around him, out of control,
beating with the flaring flames in his heart, his eyes glowing with the cold fires of hell..
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"You dare to come into my home, threaten and abuse my family, and expect me to allow you to walk out of here with Marik?" he murmured, his voice
colder than the depths of space.
"What are you?!" Malik gasped, clutching Marik tighter as he stared at the once seemingly harmless man before him. This hadn't been in the plan . . . he
was supposed to get Marik, torment the foolish bartender who'd gotten in his way, and go. This was an unexpected and unwelcome occurrence, and he
didn't understand it in the slightest.
"Simply human, with some extra gifts thrown into the mix," Yami said quietly, his burning eyes fixing firmly on Malik. "Let him go."
"He's mine!" Malik snarled, pulling Marik's head back so that his throat was exposed to the blade. "He belongs to me! He's my toy . . . go find your
own!" He was becoming afraid of what this stranger in front of him might due . . . and that made him even angrier. No one scared him . . . he did the
scaring, not some small bartender nobody!
"He belongs to no one . . ." Yami replied, the anger in him rising to dangerous new heights with Malik's claim. He could see Marik watching him, those
lavender eyes staring at him, and inwardly he mourned. Now Marik would know he was a freak . . . and what good memories Yami had would forever be
tainted by that fact. The wind began to howl as it swirled in the room faster, the telekinetic force feeding off his rising emotional state.
"I'll kill him!" Malik shouted over the rising wind, trying vainly to remain in control of a situation that was rapidly becoming out of control.
"You will not live to enjoy it," Yami growled. The power within him flared fully to life as he saw the knife draw blood. A vase exploded near the demented
blonde. Snarling, Malik pushed Marik away from him, raising his arms to cover his face as his feet slid backwards on the hardwood floor, shards of
porcelain whirling around him in a deadly swarm of stinging man-made insects. He glanced behind him and ducked as the window suddenly blew inwards in
a hail of glass, the shards falling around him in a cutting rain of glittering crystal. He could vaguely hear other items around the room shattering, and the
horror took him. What was this man that he could do this?
Yami floated silently, not moving as he watched his powers whip around the room, shattering anything they came in contact with, completely out of his
control. The main target of his anger and that force remained the same however, and he watched in dim horror as it wrapped around the psycho who had
dared to threaten those he loved most. Before he could even begin to try to reign it in, desperately trying to stop what had begun, Malik was flying out the
window, propelled by the unseen force from the second floor to the ground below.
Marik stared at the window in shock before lavender eyes turned to regard Yami as his feet finally touched ground again. The door behind the young man
slowly opened as the wind began to die down, revealing a stunned and concerned group of people as they stared into the room. Yugi and Ryou arose from
behind the couch, Ryou once again back in reality . . . and watched as Yami's eyes closed, the crimson flames dying as quickly as they had arose before
the young man fell to his knees, and then toppled to lie face down on the floor, unmoving.
"Yami!" Jou called out, dropping to his knees beside the unmoving figure. Bakura sprinted to Marik, checking on him quickly before going to the window.
He looked out, and swore.
"No body . . . Malik must have survived the fall," he growled. He looked around at the devastation in the room, and whistled. "Holy shit . . .how could one
man do all of this?" Yugi looked up from where he sat cradling a shaking Ryou on the couch.
"I . . . there are things you guys don't know about Yami . . . but I can't explain them right now. It's . . . there are some really dark secrets buried in Yami's
past, and it's not my place to tell you."
"Yugi . . ." Jou said, picking up the still form of Yami. "We can talk about this later. Let's get out of here. We'll seal this room off and call the repair men
in the morning." He looked around at the others. "Not one word of this to the cops. When they ask what happened, we tell them that Malik fell out the
window after Yami shoved him during the fight. That's it." They all nodded. Mai gathered up the two boys as Bakura helped Marik to his feet and together
they all left the center of the storm of destruction. Jou stopped at the threshold, staring at the wreckage. "Yami has some explaining to do," he murmured. It
wasn't his place to tell them what Yami had confided in him that night he'd walked into his friend's room . . . but the others would want to know what was
going on.

Author's Note - *cackles insanely* So now Marik and Bakura know what Yami is capable of. What are they going to say or do? And what happened to
Malik . . . he's not quite out of the picture yet folks. Stay tuned for the next episode of 'Gravitation' . . . and don't forget to review, or I might take longer
to update *grins evilly*
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