A/N: New story, yay! It's Bakura/Joey, as I'm sure the summary said. I'm using the American names mainly because I haven't been feeling up to typing 'Jounouchi' and such. Just call it laziness and unwillingness and leave it at that. The song, "You Know You're Right" is sung by Nirvana, and I love this song very much, as well as peanut-butter-and-pickle sandwiches.

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or its characters. They all belong to Kazuki Takahashi.

Prologue

Bakura yawned, sitting up and stretching his arms out above his head. When he opened his eyes he found himself staring at the wall of the living room. For a while he pondered on why he was be staring at the living room wall right now, until it hit him that he had fallen asleep watching TV again. Some weird show where they showed how police used forensic evidence to find killers and such had been on late that night. Bakura usually watched them only to plot ways to completely puzzle officers in case he felt like stealing something or killing someone.

He shook his head, and got off the couch, stumbling a bit. He scratched his head and sauntered into the good-smelling kitchen lazily, expecting to see Ryou making some random breakfast. Instead of seeing Ryou making breakfast, he found Marik making sandwiches. For a moment Bakura wondered if he was really still sleeping and this impossible sight before him was only a dream, or if Marik had been driven off the deep end and lost all trace of whatever sanity he even had.

Marik didn't even look behind him or stop spreading peanut butter on the bread slices when he asked, "Have a good sleep?" Bakura blinked, and pinched himself with his claws, flinching as he did so. He guessed it wasn't a dream after all.

"Yeah. But the waking up's what's scaring me right now." he replied, walking in beside his fellow yami. Marik looked at him for a moment, and went back to putting pickle slices on the peanut-buttered bread. Bakura scrunched up his nose. "Why're you here anyway? And making sandwiches, no less." Marik, once again, didn't look at him as he spoke calmly.

"Ryou left you in my care while he's out today. He said that last time he left you alone you called 9-1-1 because the TV broke and called a cable guy when you speared someone with your dagger." he answered. Bakura blinked.

"Still doesn't explain why they hell you're making sandwiches in my kitchen." he stated, furrowing his eyebrows as Marik finished making the peanut-butter-and-pickle sandwich, getting out a knife to cut off the crust.

"I got hungry." Marik replied, moving the crust to the side and cutting the sandwich diagonally from the top left corner down to the bottom right. Bakura scrunched up his face yet again.

"You made a lot."

"There are some for you, too, Baka-ra."

"Are they all peanut-butter-and-pickle?" Bakura asked with disgust. Marik, taking a bite out of one of the halves of his sandwich, shook his head. He pointed to the note that had been posted on the fridge with a magnet. Bakura wandered over to read it.

'Marik,

Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Bakura doesn't like pickles so be careful if you eat them because he has some…issues with them as well.

Ja ne! –Ryou'

Bakura blinked. "Thoughtful hikari, isn't he?" he muttered, going back to where he originally was. He heaved himself up onto the counter backwards so that he was facing the same way as Marik's back was. He swung his legs a bit, and looked at the tanned yami. "What other kinds did you make?"

Marik swallowed. "A few peanut butters, one ham and cheese, and two or three ham, cheese, and mayo." Bakura stared at the sandwiches.

"You must've been bored." he said as he grabbed the only ham and cheese, nibbling on it. Marik shrugged.

"This is the third peanut-butter-and-pickle I've had." he said, finishing off the half in his hand with one big bite. Bakura twitched.

"I hate pickles." he stated. Marik shrugged again, still chewing. Bakura was sure that he would've just said, "Not my problem. Shut up." He sighed softly, taking a bigger bite of the sandwich. Marik poked him, trying to get his attention. "Yeah?"

"What do you usually do around here? It's boring and I was watching horror films while you were sleeping." he inquired. Bakura thought for a moment. That would explain all the random girls screaming bloody murder in his dream, then.

"Normally I just lie around or go outside and terrorize somebody. There's not a whole lot to do." he said, taking a large bite. Marik groaned.

"You mean I'm stuck with you until three with nothing to do?" he asked exasperatedly. Bakura shrugged.

"I dunno. I just woke up to find you making sandwiches in my kitchen." he muttered. Just as he was about to bite into the sandwich again, he remembered something. "Oh, what was that that smelled so good?" Marik shrugged.

"The pickles, probably. They've got a strong smell and your sense of smell is way stronger than a normal person's." he concluded. Bakura twitched again, shuddering.

"I hate pickles."