Iteria: Hey peeps! This is my first fic so be nice. If people like this I'll continue. Deal? Okay now I'd like to introdunce my muse, Malik, in his new school clothes of coarse.
Malik: *gumbles*
Iteria: My friend Cordae will explain what he's wearing since she thought it up.
Cordae: Thank you. Malik is wearing a pair of baggy black with read stitching jean shorts with a leather belt so that I don't have to see where the lord split him.
Malik: I'm just as happy as you are about it.
Cordae: Malik is also modeling a black and red sleeveless jersey with the number "87" (his birthyear) on it. Also I got rid of his normal jewlery and replaced it with two silver chains and a pair of less noticable studded earrings. There was nothing I could do with the hair, at least without cutting it, but Iteria would have killed me if I did that.
Iteria: Darn right. Now Malik do the Discliamer.
Malik: Iteria doesn't own Yu-gi-oh (Thank Ra) Kuzuki Takahashi does, she just kidnaps us for a few hours. HELP! WE'RE HERE! SHE'S GOT US HOSTAGE HERE! HEL-*gets hit over head with frying pan*
Iteria: *Bounces frying pan up and down in hand* That's enough out of you.

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Bakura sat Indian-style on the floor enduring the most horrible thing to ever befall him, two three-year-olds by the names of Ryou and Malik. Anyone who knew Bakura would instantly know that he had brought it upon himself, which he did. But in Bakura's very special mind this was all the fault of the dark-skinned three-year-old currently struggling fruitlessly to break free of his grasp. In his mind, if Malik had not told him not to touch anything, then he wouldn't have stolen that book and accidentally set off that spell. Yes, all was justified in the mind of Bakura, which is why he couldn't comprehend why he was stuck baby-sitting. To Bakura's extreme relief it would all be over in a mere twenty-four hours, or at least that's what Isis, Malik's sister, had told him, among other things, most of which he hadn't paid any attention to.

Bakura looked back towards his light who was cowering behind him, obviously frightened by Malik's violent jerking as he tried to free himself. Bakura didn't know whether to be ashamed or happy that he didn't have to deal with him. In the end he decided to be ashamed at Ryou's actions and growled as he turned away from the small silver-haired child who jumped in response to the low-pitched noise.

Bakura ignored Ryou and concentrated on holding his current position until either Malik tired himself out or the spell wore off, whichever came first. Twenty minutes later, Malik stopped trying to free himself and resigned himself to pouting and angrily kicking Bakura every few seconds. Although annoying, it was a step up from before. Bakura was just starting to think that today wouldn't be as hellish as he had first thought. Then the doorbell rang.

The silver-haired yami refrained from cursing (aloud) and stood up releasing his hold over Malik. The toddler instantly took his leave, going to do Ra-knows-what to Ryou's house, not to mention the many expensive and irreplaceable items.

Bakura stretched and when he finished he noticed a strange weight to his right leg. Looking down, he saw a mass of white hair clanging to his leg. The yami simply ignore Ryou's presence to deal with more important things, like that bell, which was driving him insane with its obsessive ranging.

He walked towards the door and flung it open only to see the only person who could make his day worst than it was already becoming: Yami. He also noticed a small bubbly child standing energetically next Yami or "The Pharaoh" as Bakura called him, who could only be little Yugi. Bakura made a quick mental note to inform Malik when this was all over that Yugi's hair was indeed natural

"Why are you here Pharaoh?" He questioned in the tone that he always used with Yami, but the phrase didn't have the same effect and sounded forced.

Yami paid no heed of it and replied as if he'd used his normal "Why the hell are you here, Pharaoh?", "You think I'd trust you with the care of a child?" he said pushing pass Bakura as Yugi ran pass him excitedly. Yami made no attempt to chase after him.

Bakura slammed the door shut and walked or rather limped towards Yami who was admiring some of the artwork hanging on the walls. Ryou's dead weight was just started to tired out Bakura's leg. Annoyed he kicked his leg around wildly until Ryou fell off and landed on his bottom.

The small boy looked up with his chocolate eyes, sniffling. Bakura for one had never seem anything like his before and curiously got closer to the pale child whose eyes seems to ripple as he sniffled.

"Bakura, I wou-" Yami said, but was cut off by Bakura

"Quiet Pharaoh!" He said harshly and continued to explore his light's curious behavior. Bakura was less than six inches away from Ryou's face when IT happened. Loud shrieking filled the room and a river of clear liquid traveled Ryou's face and fell to the ground.

The two yamis covered their ears, "How can a noise that loud come from such a small child?" Yami half-yelled.

Bakura ignored Yami and starting of a way any way to stopped the crying. "Think. Think!" He kept repeating to himself, but the process was made difficult by his splitting headache, which was getting increasingly worst. He noticed something moving behind him. Turning he saw Yami with… Yugi? The little boy's tri-colored hair stood up on end making him look like a clothed troll doll.

Yami said something to Yugi whose face mirrored that of Ryou's just moments before. The silver-haired Yami grew frantic, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Yami ignored Bakura and continued to talk to Yugi whose face suddenly became determined as he ran towards Ryou and dragged the shocked child away and stopping the crying.

After Bakura's ears stopped ringing he said, "What exactly did you tell him?"

Yami was on the floor obviously relieved the crying had stopped. He smirked before he answered, " I never told Yugi why we came here, so I went and found him and told him that…" Yami's smirk turned into a smile, "Ryou's father invited us here to play with Ryou and Ryou was crying because he thinks Yugi doesn't want to be his friend."

"Figures. Even at the age of three, Yugi tries to be friends with everyone." Bakura said dryly. He then looked at Yami who was still smiling. Bakura raised one of his eyebrows in suspicion, "What are you smiling about?" He asked. Yami said nothing and kept grinning. Bakura ran over what Yami had said before and realized what Yami said, "Wait you don't mean that-"

"Wait!" Yami cut Bakura off, his face turning serious.

"Don't te-"

"Shh!" Yami cut Bakura off once again, "Listen." he said.

"I don't hear anything," Bakura said annoyed.

"Exactly!" Yami said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He said now that he was free to curse.

"If I learned anything last night after your foolhardy blunder," He took the liberty to glare at Bakura, "It's that silence is almost never good."

"That is the most idiotic thing I've ever heard." Bakura stated.

"Fine don't believe me," Yami said and despite the childishness of the phrase he sounded completely regal as usual, "But I wonder how Ryou is going to explain it to his father if anything gets broken. I don't think you just walk in to any store and buy half-a-century-old artifacts."

Bakura said nothing, but he did glare and grudgingly follow Yami upstairs.

"I hear laughter," Yami said, "They must be in in there."

"Thank you, Mr. Obvious." Bakura said sarcastically, "This is Ryou's room." He added opening the door.

"Or at least what's left of Ryou's room…" Yami said amazing at the state of the room. Posters were torn from the wall, drawers hanging from dressers, clothes everywhere. And to top it all off in the middle of the two twin beds opposite of each other sat what seemed to be every sharp object in the room, ranging from pencils to an up-turned chair and the three toddlers were actually jumping over the death trap.

"Yam-Yam!" Yugi exclaimed, "Come play!"

"Yam- Yam?" Bakura questioned as Yami watched nervously as Yugi- bounced back and forth.

Bakura was quickly quieted though when Ryou exclaimed, "Baku-chan! You come play too."

"You all come down from there," Yami ordered.

"No!" Malik shouted, which was chorused by the others soon afterward.

"Yugi, get down from there." Yami said getting desperate.

"Why?" Yugi said mid-jump.

"Because you could get hurt," He said and as if he had tempted fate Malik pushed Yugi as he tried to jump. The good news is that Yugi was completely unharmed. The bad news is that Yugi landed on top of Yami who landed on top of the up-turned chair trying to save Yugi.

"Idiot." Bakura said looked down on Yami.

Yami slowly got up. Grabbing Yugi and moving away from the bed, he said, "You do better."

Bakura smirked and gracefully plucked Ryou from the bed. Setting him down he looked triumphantly at Yami as Ryou walked over to where Yugi was. This was big mistake. Malik jumped off the bed straight towards Bakura. Before Bakura had anytime to react, Malik's arms were latched firmly around Bakura throat and his weight was choking Bakura.

From Yami's point of view it was hard to tell whether Malik was purposely choking Bakura or if Malik just didn't want to fall to the ground. Either way it was pretty funny to Yami and he was having a hard time holding back his laughter as Bakura flailed about trying to get Malik off him.

Of coarse just as Bakura could never enjoy Yami's pain for long, Yami could never enjoy Bakura's for long either. This time, Ryou burst his bubble. "Yam-Yam?" He said meekly, "Help Baku-chan." The great King of Games had fallen prey to the Ryou's deadly puppy dog eyes. How could he fight something like that? He couldn't, and thus he got up to help the tomb robber in distress.

Sighing he walked up to Bakura who was still flailing about. "Stay still." he said.

"You try staying still with this kid choking you." He growled and stopped moving; Although he clasped his hands around Malik's arms so the choking wouldn't get worst.

Yami tickled Malik who squealed and wiggling about until he finally let go of Bakura's neck.

Bakura grasped his neck and breathed heavily.

"Truce?" Yami asked.

"Truce."

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Iteria: That's all everybody. Please R&R. Oh! Would anyone care to be my BETA reader. I don't write much (about 4 pages a chapter), so you wouldn't be doing much work. Do I have to beg in Japanese?
Cordae: Couldn't hurt.
Iteria: Donata wa watashi no BETA reader wo deshou ka, Kudasai? There. I have begged in two languages do I need to add a third?
Cordae: Two should be enough, plus your French accent is horrible.