Once again I'm writing yet another Mpreg. Why? Because it's gross, different, worrying, funny and strange! For this story, the poor victims are Ryou and Yami Bakura!

Enjoy, or be disgusted, I don't care. I'm going to mess around with these characters until I have mentally mutilated them in your mind!

IMPORTANT-READ! : Ryou and Bakura's appearances are based more upon how they looked in season 0, with hints of their more popular look. The reason I have chosen to do this is so they can recognise each other as two different people and so cant the audience. If you, the reader, are not comfortable with this, then think of them how YOU would be note they will be described as having light green and purple hair etc.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED

When you actually share a body with someone, you get to know them pretty well. Ryou Bakura had found out just this when he ended up sharing his body with the spirit of an ancient Egyptian thief. Thankfully, the magic of the shadow realm eventually separated them, giving the spirit his own new body. But, like with most things in this world, there was a catch, and that was that the two bodies must stay close to each other for 2 years with separations lasting 6 hours at the most. Why? Because the spirit's body was built and created from Ryou's, and for a while the bodies held a strong connection, especially between the brains. This meant that could communicate with their thoughts (something they obviously did when they shared the same body), that for the first 6 months, they had the ability to control each other's bodies, and also had the ability to burn each other's calories.

Ryou had to actually buy his own place to live so his father didn't find out about the spirit. The timid boy and the ruthless spirit had hated this at first, constantly fighting and annoying each other, but then something changed. Ryou felt it first, at no surprise. Ryou wasn't sure at first why he had this strange attraction to the spirit, but soon realised it might be down to the fact that Ryou actually liked being controlled. Ryou had found it weird at first since the spirit, known as Yami 'Kura' Bakura, looked almost exactly like him, with only the odd difference. His hair was darker, and more of a purple-blue colour then Ryou's green-blue. His eyes were purple, while Ryou's were green. Otherwise he was the exact same, same build, same skin colour, same facial features.

Kura noticed he felt the same not long after Ryou, but while Ryou faced the facts and tried to think of ways to live around it, Bakura ignored these strange feelings and forced himself to repress them.
They did, on the other hand managed to become friends. Ryou was one of the only two friends Kura had. The other was Marik, a feminine psychopath, a lot like himself. Of course, just because they were friends didn't mean Ryou got all the soft treatment from the sociopathic being. Kura still happily threatened Ryou, and punched him once or twice a week when he annoyed him, but was mostly good to little Ryou.

Ryou was the type of boy who liked to be good. When he felt it was worth it, he would break a rule or two, but he wasn't big on it. Kura was the total opposite, and often left the house at 2 in the morning to meet Marik and rob someone or a store. If anyone got in their way, they got shot without a question. During the day, while both Ryou and Marik were at school, Kura simply did vandalism, spray painting walls and house windows with Ryou's wash-in-wash-out hair dye spray cans.

Kura found Ryou to be boring and tedious in conversation, and he didn't like it. He needed to be close to Ryou a lot otherwise his body became weak with the loss of their body's connections, and Kura couldn't stand feeling like that. It was time to 'fix' Ryou's ways and time-tabled routine and replace with a night of alcohol and stress relief. Stress relief- something Ryou desperately needed, and Kura could tell through their connection.

"Marik" Kura whispered down the phone, making sure Ryou defiantly didn't hear in the next room, even though he had his emo music blearing. What was it? My Chemical Romance? It wasn't even their good music, it was their pussy album danger days! Kura couldn't stand the poppy-ness to those songs… Well that's what he constantly told Ryou.

"Kura? Why the fuck are you phoning?" Marik grumped down the line.

"To give you a warning- I'm bringing Ryou with me tonight."

"What?" Marik yelled in his nasally voice "Why you bring him? He'll totally cramp our style!"

"Did you really just use that phrase?" Kura sneered.

"Shut up!"

"Make me! Ryou is coming along whether you like it or not" Kura hang the phone up on the blonde and sighed. Now he had to get Ryou to actually do as he had decided.

Kura got off his bed and headed out his bedroom and into the living room. Ryou was lying on the sofa scribbling away in his English book, mumbling to himself as he went.

"Oit, pip squeak" Kura poked the light-teal haired boy other the back of the sofa. "your gunna go out tonight"

Ryou looked up at Kura with confusion, his harlequin-green eyes full of questions.
"Out? Out to where?"

"Pub or party. With me and Marik" Kura smirked

"Oh no! Uh uh! No way, jose!" Ryou shook his head "Not in a million years. I'm never going any place like that, especially with you and Marik!"

"Look, your body is sending mine stress signals and it's pissing me off-" Kura grabbed Ryou by his light blue shirt and him up towards him. "So you are going to come out with me tonight-" Kura ordered through gritted teeth "and you are going to drink until you can't see and you're on your knees praying to Kami for sweet mercy!"

Ryou looked at him with fright and nodded reluctantly.

"Okay… Okay I'll drink, just please…" Ryou took a deep breath to remain calm "Just don't leave me anywhere or let me embarrass myself"

"I'm not gunna leave you anywhere, idiot! If I leave you somewhere my body will go into shut down! Plus if you do something stupid, I'll look stupid as well." Kura smirk grew and his angry eyes relaxed. He let go of Ryou and ruffled his hair.

"Good doggie" he sniggered, and headed into the kitchen.

That night, Kura forced Ryou to come with him. Their destination was Marik's sister's place. Ishizu was celebrating the fact that she and her boyfriend were having a baby. Although alcohol was at the party, Ishizu wouldn't be drinking any of it. Seto, her boyfriend, would be drinking the vodka, and not in celebration, more in the fact that he considered the whole thing a terrible mistake and since Ishizu was against abortion and that leaving her would give him the kind of reputation that would ruin his company, he had to stay and play daddy-to-be.
Kura and Ryou strolled down the road, heads held high. Kura's was high with pride and Ryou's was high because he was trying to hide the fact that he was terrified. Their journey was silent, Ryou not daring to speak and Kura seeing no point in doing so. When they arrived at Ishizu's house, they were welcomed by the sight of Marik climbing out the window with an almost empty large bottle of WKD. Marik stopped on the ledge, half in half out of the window and waved at his friend.

"Koo-rah…" slurred Marik slowly "I… I escaped from the fridge…" he giggled.

"Sure you did" Kura replied, hardly listening, stomping over to Marik and taking the bottle out of his hand and took a little sip. He then turned to Ryou and held the bottle out. "Down it."

"Down it? I'm not sure, I-" stuttered Ryou

"Shut up, wimp and drink it"

Ryou sighed sadly and took the bottle from Kura's hand and reluctantly downed it. The taste sparkled uncomfortably in his mouth like a Catherine wheel. The taste was actually kind of nice, but too strong for Ryou's delicate taste buds. He pulled a face as if he sucked a lemon and he took the bottle away from his lips, now empty.

"Good boy" Kura said patronizingly

"Yeah… Good boy girly-Kura" Marik laughed before falling back inside the house with a clash.

Kura sniggered at his friend, before taking the bottle out of Ryou's grip and smashing it on the concrete path and grabbing Ryou's arm and pulling him inside. As soon as the door opened, the two were hit by the strong smell of cigarettes. The air was cloudy with smoke, causing Ryou to cough as it filled his lungs. Bakura took a deep breath of the smoke in joy.

"Smell that? That's the smell of freeness" Kura told Ryou, pulling him forward.

"Smells more like disgrace and regret…." Mumbled Ryou, quietly enough for sociopathic boy not to hear.

Kura pulled Ryou into the smoke filled living room, where they were once again greeted by a drunken Marik, now lying on the floor laughing, hugging a new bottle of WKD, most of it pouring out on to his shoulder. He slurred another welcome, but was ignored by the two as Kura pulled Ryou over to the sofa and stood in front of a red headed man dressed in leather from head to foot. He was staring at the floor, a cigarette in one hand and a can in the other.

"Rai" Kura growled.

Rai looked up Kura.

"Kurzzz…" he said slowly "My main… Who's your friend?"

"Ryou. He doesn't drink" Kura pulled Ryou forward, forced him to turn round to face him before pushing him down on the sofa so he sat on the other side of Rai "until now" Kura fell into the space between them and took the cancer stick from Rai's hand. He sucked in the poison and relaxed in to his seat. The grey smoke swam out his mouth and joined the large cloud above them. He turned his head to Ryou and forced the cigarette under his nose. "Smoke it" he ordered.

Ryou gave Kura a sad look, who gave him a serious unimpressed expression in reply. Ryou moaned sadly and tried to take the stick from Kura. Kura giggled and moved his hand away from Ryou's mouth.

"Open up babe" he giggled, his head lolling back on to the sofa.

Ryou looked at Kura was wide eyes and soon realised that there was more than tobacco in the white stick. Ryou held back a tear and let his mouth to drop open slightly, allowing Kura to pop it into his mouth.

"Suck" Kura ordered.

Ryou did he was told, feeling his throat burn painfully. Kura smiled with satisfaction.

"Good doggie…" Kura turn his head and looked at Rai. "Pass two cans" he said bluntly.

Rai, who was staring pointlessly at the ceiling, remained that way and reached his hand down to the floor and handed Kura to silver cans. Kura gave one to Ryou, and opened his own and began to down it quickly. Ryou examined the can before glancing at his friend. He sighed at looked back at the can. There was no use of trying to get out of this night. Plus, maybe if he drank the night would pass quicker? He opened the can and copied Kura, attempting to down it.

** 2 hours later**

Kura rubbed his forehead as he stumbled through the house searching for one thing- Ryou. If he did something stupid, he would look stupid because everyone knew Ryou was with him. He peered through the smoke at the people passed out on the floor. None of them were Ryou. As he made his way into the kitchen, he came across kaiba, surrounded by bottles, talking to himself in misery and taking large gulps of vodka. Kura shook his head at the sight and carried on his search. When sure that Ryou was not on the first floor he headed up stairs, dodging around the couples heavily making out on the stair case. He looked down the corridor and saw only two passed out women. Kura sighed began to look into the rooms.

First room- bedroom, couple having sex. They did not appreciate Kura taking a look, and threw a lamp at him, missing drunkenly.

Second room- bathroom. Girl throwing up in toilet, two dudes sharing a naked shower.

Third room- locked.

Fourth room…
Ryou was lying on the bed, hugging a bottle. No one else was in the room, but belongings were scattered around randomly. Bakura sighed, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it, massaging the sides of his head with his pointer fingers. Ryou awoke at the sound of the door and sat up.

"Kura" he said a little too happily.
Kura looked up and stumbled over to him.

"Ryou we better go now." Kura mumbled.

Ryou giggled like a child at him before wrapping his arms round his neck and slamming his mouth against his, taking him by surprise. Bakura quickly pushed him away angrily. Ryou feel back on the bed, not a bit bothered by the rejection. Kura looked down at him, a big smile on his face, his eyes half open and glittering, his light blue shirt undone…
Kura swallowed and remained looking down at him. He couldn't help the feelings and thoughts going through his mind at that point… Why shouldn't he do what nature was telling him?

Kura leaped onto Ryou, straddling his hips and began undoing Ryou's jeans. Ryou giggled again and began to fiddle clumsily with Kura's. Once Ryou's button was undone and the zip was down, Kura flapped Ryou's hands away and undid his own. He rolled off Ryou so he was lying on his back and slid off his jeans then tore off his stripped t-shirt. Once it was over his head, Ryou pounced on him and took control for a second, forcing his lips on to Kura's, saliva dribbling down his face. Kura frowned and rolled them over so he was on top. Lips still locked to Ryou's, he positioned Ryou's legs before getting to work…

The drunken two were awoken the next morning by a sudden coldness and the squeal of a shocked boy.

"Oh my kami! You guys did it!" Marik squealed, partly excited, partly laughing, partly shocked and partly disgusted.

Kura and Ryou quickly sat up and looked each other's pale naked bodies.

"Oh shit…" was all Kura could think of to say.