Why you shouldn't drop soap in prison

well, this is it I guess… and to think this all started because Ryou couldn’t get his grip on a bar of soap…funny how fate works ne? Then again considering I’m the author, I guess I’m fate, wait…does that make me funny O_o? I better stop before I hurt myself…oh yeah, I don’ own any songs, or the words to the songs….hope u enjoy^^ by the way, thanks for so many reviews *cries* im so happy!

Eres: if I let Bakura die…well…my life wouldn’t be that long wither would it?
Spyke014: thank you, I want to be your #1 author, can I have your autograph on the candy filled Bakura? Please read at your own pace, and smite those who disturb you *sky rumbles* MWAHAHAHA! *cough, cough* any hoo, if you have any more requests I’ll see if I can do them, I’ll do any thing for reviewers^^
crazieanimefan1: ah, yeah, I think I saw you, u might have seen me, I was the one who had the golden wolf eyes and a shadow that didn’t seem to follow right, (damn yami, keeps following me, feh)… yeah… I wish I could right some thing about two otaku spying on Ryou and Bakura, but, I’d probably get hanged, ppl don’t like self ‘mary sues’… (personal exp)
WIEJ: forever is a long time…are you sure?
DirtyHentaiGoddess: what? Your saying Bakura’s not smart? JK, Sex isn’t the only thing he spends his time doing, I’m pretty sure hes a poet at heart…
silent angel: thank u, have a plushie *hands you a plushie* ^^
Sunday: sure^^, please read my other stories since you like this one, please, please, please, ppppllllleeeaaaassseee! *sad kitty eyes*
kuramaandhiei4ever: well lets say yugi has split personalities, well call one of the atemu so it doesn’t get complicated^^
Elle-Fate2x1: srry I updated late, im such a horrible person, I hope u enjoy this chappy^^
yugi'sprincess: as you wish^^
Yugi's Teddy Bear: well Lelio was supposed to be a good guy, hes sweet at heart, but, I needed a villen, so Lelio agreed, although back stage him and ryou are like a pair of kittens, there so cute! I’ll email u^^
Lavendar: thank u^^ have a plushie *hands u a plushie*^^
trivia-game: thank u, I’m glad my OC’s didn’t piss u off or scare u away^^ I hope u had a wonderful vacation^^
SweetMisery: yeah spelling mistakes are a bitch, I’ll go back and fix that, thank u for telling me^^
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(Ryou)

A shot was fired…

I looked up to see Bakura on his knees clutching his right arm, the gun in his hand falling to the floor. No…

I rushed over to Bakura’s side, already the blood was pouring out of his wounds, in vast quantities. I looked at my fingers to see my finger tips dyed with Bakura’s blood. I blind man could tell my dear love was in pain. What should I do?

I heard a growl and Marik charged at Lelio. Lelio just gave a sigh and shot both Marik’s legs. Marik cried out as he hit the floor, Malik running to his side, fear written across his face as surely as it was written across mine.

I turned my attention back to Bakura, who continued to grip his arm, the faintest of whimpers escaping his lips. Another shot was fired; I turned around once more to see Malik laying on his stomach across the floor, blood seeping out from under his body. As much as it pained Marik, he crawled over to Malik’s body, flipping Malik over to see where the bullet had hit.

A large red wound covered heft eft chest. I only hoped the bullet hadn’t hit any major internal devices.

“Nice to know you still love me” Bakura whispered. I kissed him, “Of course I do, I love you now and forever, we’ll get through this, hold on love. I have some thing to attend too”

I grabbed the gun off the floor, turning around and shooting Lelio in his gun arm in one quick motion. Lelio gave a startled cry, dropping his gun, “That’s for Bakura”.

I rose to my feet walking past Malik and Marik. At this moment there was no one more determined to get revenge then I was.

I aimed Bakura’s gun and shot both Lelio’s legs making him fall on to his knees, “That’s for Marik”.

I aimed my gun higher and shot his left arm, “That’s for Malik”.

The people in the room went silent, no more growls of out rage, no more whispers of what was to happen among them selves as they watched our little drama unfold before there eyes.

Before the eyes of those who served Lelio, and those who were here to betray Bakura. They all knew what I had in mind, but none of them moved to stop me, they all gripped there own weapons tightly in their murderous hands, but none of them seemed to want to use them.

It was as if there was a separation between us and them, we were all part of a soap opera gone wrong, and they were all just spectators to this little scene. Would the white haired boy thought to be Bakura, kill Lelio? Was this to be the end of Lelio’s reign over the Blue Dragon syndicate?

I felt a rush flow through my body, I just grinned madly at the sight before me, Lelio covered in his own blood, blood that now seeped from the bullet holes I had shot in to his body.

I remember a time I felt like this before. I felt like this when I had shot Yugi, a giddy feeling rushing to my head as I raised the gun. Barrel pressing against Lelio’s forehead, pushing at the skin. The look of fear in Lelio’s eyes was intoxicating; memories of Yugi’s murder now rush to me.

Sitting there in my room gun in hand, watching as Yugi came in. He knew all along that I was armed, that I might shoot him… that I might end his life.

But as he strolled in so confident, he forgot one thing, that thing being that he didn’t know me. One might guess since he himself is deceptive, that he would suspect other people to be the same. I guess he didn’t, just like Lelio didn’t know how alike we were.

And now, just as Yugi paid for his mistake with his life, so Lelio feel the hot kiss of the bullet as it enters his body, killing him at the speed I choose. If he’s lucky I might be merciful.

I look at him, his doleful eyes plead, they plead that I don’t kill him, that he’s sorry. His apologies streaming down his cheeks as death’s messenger stares him in the face.

What a life he has lived, and what a life he will leave…

“And this is for me Lelio, because as you quoted so eloquently, ‘you fuck with me, I fuck with you”, I said, my fingers applying pressure to the trigger.

“Stop” that single word whispered from across the room. I turn around to see Bakura staring at me, his shirt ripped and used to bandage his own wound.

“Stop?” I ask him, my eye brow raised in curiosity.

“I could tell you that if you shoot him, you’ll be just like him. But I don’t think you would really care, now would you?” Bakura says to me as he stands up.

“Your right, so please keep quite, Bakura love” I say to him, my voice sounding colder then I meant it to be.

“I could also tell you that by shooting him, you’re digging your own grave, the people who are with here now will hunt you down… but I’m guess you don’t care about that either?” Bakura says as he slowly walks over.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, dearest, but it won’t work, I’m shooting him so please shut up” I say to Bakura rather aggravated, shooting Lelio in the shoulder to prove my point.

Bakura nods, “I just want to warn you, love, be careful what you do with the soap, and if you’re really intent on dropping it, be ready to take it in the ass”

I pause…

No…forget what Bakura said…

I look back at Lelio, but this time…. this time I see my self…

I see the look I once wore on my face no mirrored on Lelio, the one I wore when I met Bakura for the first time, that same scared panicked look.

I lower the gun…its not being the same as Lelio that frightens me….

Its being the same as Bakura…

The gun slips from my hand… I back away from Lelio who now cries in relief.

I feel Bakura’s good arm slip around my shoulders, he slowly pulls me to his chest. I stand there still staring at Lelio; blood every where, tears mixing in with that sickening red liquid.

*later*

Well, a doctor who was indebted to the syndicates had Bakura, Marik, Malik, and Lelio treated for there wounds, bringing them in to the hospital under false names, and through back doors.

As soon as they were patched up Marik, Malik, and Bakura, took their leave. Lelio’s wounds were not so light though, the doctors told us he would be there for a while.

Bakura said he knew Lelio well enough to know that Lelio wouldn’t try to come after us again, the shame of owing Bakura his life, and the shock that I was full on ready to kill him, would keep Lelio at bay.

The people who tried to sell Bakura out, however, weren’t as lucky. All I got from Bakura was that, ‘they won’t bother any one ever again’. That sent a shiver up my spine, but at least I know that I will never be him.

Two nights later we all found our self in a hotel in the town I once lived in, Bakura told me he wanted to have a little fun that night, making sure I knew full well what he meant, and I agreed with it wholly.

Marik and Malik had rented there own room leaving Bakura and I to our own devices.

“So where did we leave off last time?” Bakura asked as I straddled his hips, the bed making a soft creaking sound under our combined weight.

“I rather not try to remember that day, if it’s all right with you. From now on, I want to make new memories” I said to Bakura confidently.

“You can’t erase the past like a bad song”

I leaned close to Bakura, “I have a song for you…”
Bakura raised and eyebrow, as I lowered my head down to his pants unzipping the bother some material.

“I wanna li’li’li’lick you from your head to your toes, And I wanna move from the bed down’ to the down to the’ to the floor, I wanna ah’ah’ you make it so good I don’t wanna leave, But I got to kn’kn’kn’know what’s your fan’ta’sy” I sing to him, a mischievous smile on my face.

“How the hell did you go from Shakespeare to Ludacris?” Bakura asked me, not that it mattered, by the time he got those words out of his mouth, I had put some thing in mine.

Bakura started panting heavily, running his hands through my hair, pushing his cock deeper down my throat.

I let my tongue run up and down, stroking his length as I sucked on it. I could feel Bakura tensing; I pulled off him making him gasp from the sudden loss of contact.

“R-ryou...get back…h-here” Bakura said, I could tell it was taking all of his willpower to stay put and not force me into giving him the release he so desperately needed at the moment.

“I just want to pop in some music, keep your pants on…oh wait…hehehe” Bakura looked like he was ready explode.

I walked over to radio, popping the Nickelback CD I had bought from the store. I turned it to my favorite song, pressing the repeat button.

I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

I swayed my hips seductively ridding my self of my close. The pounding music and my motion, putting him into a sort of trance, his eyes betraying his blank face of the lust he felt deep inside.

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say "No"
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

I removed Bakura’s shirt as he trailed kisses up my chest, his hands griping my waist as I swayed to the beat.

“You should repent your sins” Bakura said rubbing my inner thigh.

“But I love being a naughty boy” I giggled

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Now I did, you wonder why
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test

“Naughty boys go to hell” Bakura said licking my navel.

“I want the devil inside me” I purred.

I like the white stains on your dress
I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck

And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

I sat back down on to Bakura’s lap, I guess thing had turned out all right after all. All I’m missing is one thing…but… it doesn’t matter, I’ve got Bakura.

And I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Now I did, you wonder why
Why not before, you never tried
Gone for good, and this is it

Bakura nipped at my neck, “I want you to ready your self, show me how willing you are”

I licked my finger before sliding it into my self, a little moan escaped my lips, my eyes pressing shut for a moment as I adjusted. Slowly I mimicked what I wished Bakura to do.

Bakura kissed me savagely suddenly; I pushed my finger in and out faster, my adrenalin rising, my heart beating faster within my chest. Bakura’s tongue fucking the inside of my mouth ruthlessly, grabbing my occupied hand suddenly and licking two of my fingers before lowering them back to my entrance. Shoving them in with more force then I expected.

I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

Bakura removed my hand pulling me closer to his still throbbing need. This is it… I’m ready for it this time. I accept my past, I accept my fate, and now I can fully accept Bakura. Where there once was hate…

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say "No"
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose


…now is love…

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Bakura pulled me on top of him self impaling me with his need. His shaft filling my entrance with its fullness. I whimpered, my soul was complete; he pulled out a little, the friction driving me up the walls.

Now I did, you wonder why
Why not before, you never tried
Gone for good, and this is it

He pulled out and shoved back in me, my head snapped up, my breath escaping my lips…gods…

He started going faster, my sensitive skin brushing against his warm body as he held me steady. Moans passing through my lips as my hair g tog to my face, the sweat sticking it together.

My hips fell in to motion together grinding back against his, the friction irresistible.

“Ryou…yesss....uhng…so tight…I love…agh” Bakura mumbled each thrust pulling us closer, fusing our souls.

Bakura was climaxing again, this time… this time I looked forward to it. My fingers gripping his supple skin. He tensed, his body pausing for a second before releasing in to me, filling me up.

I gasped, the bliss almost too much in the flashes of our bodies together. His cock buried deep within me, his seed filling me up inside.

I slowly pulled off of him, Bakura laying me gently on the bed. My body still panting, still yearning for its own violent release. I looked up into Bakura’s chocolate colored eyes…

This is love….

Bakura leaned down taking my arousal into his warm mouth. Sucking off the pre-cum. I screamed, too much, it all feels so good. If this were to stop, I would be in hell.

My hips bucked in to his warm, wet, embrace. He just purred. I feel like I’m going out of my mind, the blood already gone to my hips. A light blush on my cheeks, I’m burning up under his touch, under his skill full licks. I’ll be bunt to a crisp in the flame of my own passion as Bakura deep throats me.

A tingling feeling across my inner thigh longs for more, a pulling feeling that wants Bakura to release the pressure pooled up inside of me.

I feel that release in to his mouth, my Bakura takes it all in. My breath comes short …

Heaven…

Only one thing could make all my dreams come true…

(Anzu)

Life is so sunny, flowers are so cute…yes they are, yes they are…

Yay! My family didn’t lock me out of my house again; the door is open for me to come in, yeah, love all around! Snuggly friendship!

Hey Ryou’s on my couch, snuggly bunny Ryou, silly him; did he forget he was in the big friendly house?

Oh, and he brought is silly funny, snuggly, bunny friendly lovable reflection! I want to see my reflection!

Ryou gets up off the ever so friendly, soft on my bottom couch.

“Hey Anzu, bang, bang…”

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Well that’s it folks, no more to it…I’d say that’s a happy ending ne? well I still have to post my thankies to all of you, and hell, you know what? I’m going to post a chappy on the making of ‘Why you should drop soap in prison’ along with an