SUMMARY: All Yugi wanted to do was use the bathroom. Just get in and get out. But when two Yami's are outside picking on him, anger isn't the only emotion that comes into play. What will the little Hikari do when his Yami finds out whom he's been having Pee Parties with?

RATING: its rated M for a reason. This is yaoi fic, meaning if you don't like the idea of guys being involved with other guys, this is not a fic that you should be reading. The lemon doesn't happen till later though. So it's safe. You will get enough warning before hand so don't worry. Heh. Okay, I'm done. Oh, cursing, violence, yaoi and some other stuff that I can't think of. Okay, I'm done now.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own YGO or any of the characters.

Chapter 1: Bathroom Mayhem

His purple eyes stared out the window, watching the rain as it fell onto the glass, making a small river with the many droplets of water. His eyes, along with his head, dropped slowly as sleep tried to begin its magic on him, slowly pulling him down to the desk, taking over him. The drone like lecturing of the teacher made him want to sleep. Raising his hand up, so that it no longer propped up his head, he gained the attention of the teacher.

"Yugi-san, what is it?" She glared at him, interrupting a lesson was usually punishable with a detention, but since Yugi rarely did anything wrong, she excused it.

"Ms. Suzuki? May I go to the bathroom?" he asked kindly, his voice just loud enough to be heard above the chatter caused by the other students, taking the only opportunity they had to talk in class. With a nod from the cold, wrinkled face from teacher Suzuki, Yugi got up carefully from his seat and left the classroom, signing out on the paper that was outside the door. His tiny footsteps echoed in the near empty hallway.

"I wonder what kids do when they skip class," he asked himself, not sure of what the answer really would be. He paused, standing outside of a classroom window, his eyes spotting a sleeping blonde on a desk. Yugi laughed softly. "Jou, you never change."

Turning his head to the left, he heard familiar voices. Suddenly Yugi's face grew to one that was sad and was in slight fear. Mariku and Bakura were standing by the bathrooms, and unless he had a pass that allowed him to go down stairs, he was stuck on the second floor. There was always the possible idea that he could walk to the other side of the school to use those bathrooms, but that would take too long and the teacher was a stiff already. He didn't want to get into any more trouble. With a gulp that could have been heard a mile away, the tiny boy made his way over to the bathroom doors. Here's hoping that nothing bad happens.

Mariku let out a deep laugh, leaning against the wall, holding his sides as Bakura finished up his latest tale about this girl he stole a slurpie from, his eyes shut from laughing. Lavender eyes opened and they landed on a small form heading in his direction. A blank look was on his features and the white haired Bakura noticed the change in his friend's expression. Hitting Mariku in the side, he spoke. "Hey, what you looking at?" Mariku only pointed to the figure making it's way towards them, hearing a scoff come from Bakura as he turned to look at what came his way.

Brown eyes filled with chaotic thoughts as he spoke once again. "It's just the midget." Turning his attention back to Yugi, who now was standing about a foot away, the once infamous thief, smirked at the short Hikari, with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. "You wouldn't say nothin' about us cutting class, right?"

Yugi didn't really know what to say to the pair. It was well known that ever since Mariku came back to the real world, he's been causing chaos, often having Bakura take over Ryou just so they could go joy riding, or get drunk, often leaving both Malik and Ryou with heavy hangovers in the morning. It wasn't until Malik found himself and Ryou in jail, did he start looking for a spell from the ancient texts. After a month of community service was the Egyptian able to find one. Atemu, Bakura and Mariku now all had their own bodies. Now Ryou didn't get in that much trouble anymore as well as Malik. But Bakura and Mariku were still trouble themselves

"I'm just going to the bathroom," Yugi said after a while, barely audible. "But you really shouldn't be cutting class anyway." His voice was still soft, somewhat but at least it was louder. He was a bit afraid of Bakura and Mariku after all the mayhem and chaos they created in only four months of getting their own bodies. The tri-colored hair small frame tried to walk past the tall Bakura, but he was quickly grabbed by his shirt collar and shoved against the cold hard wall. Fear began to grow in Yugi as he secretly wished the Pharaoh was still there within his head. He gulped as he shoved down the scream that wanted to pour out from his lips.

Mariku's slender figure leaned more against the wall, his plum colored eyes watching as Bakura leaned in closer to the small figure caught in Bakura's grasp. " I get enough lectures from my own Hikari. I don't need the Pharaoh's brat telling me when I'm doing something wrong. Besides you need to pay me to use the bathroom. Things like this aren't free you know. You have to pay the 'Bakura needs beer' toll." A smirk played ever so easily on the pale skin of the Yami.

Laughing at the comment that was made, Mariku replied to Bakura. "Yeah, like you could buy it. They always card you, baka. You don't get away with it and can't get away with it. You need manly good looks, like me." Mariku posed for a slight moment, his arms crossed over his chest, his golden eyebrows raised as if he was thinking about something, and then quickly went back to his original position.

"More like womanly good looks," Bakura jibed back at his partner in crime, unknowingly loosening his grip on Yugi.

"Been having sexual thoughts about me, Bakura?" Mariku remarked, pushing his golden sand hair back over his ear, getting it out of his thin tanned face.

Yugi listened, the pain in his back subsiding. He tried his best not to look at two, his wine colored eyes watching the clock that hung above the girls bathroom door. He was gone now for five minutes. The teacher only gave kids fifteen minutes. Only ten more before he got in trouble. Trying to sneak free, Yugi only caught Bakura's attention again getting a tighter grip on his shirt, and the white haired teen got closer to his face than before, the stale beer breath hitting Yugi's senses. Crimson purple eyes stared back at cocoa brown ones in defiance, trying to be brave.

Bakura growled, looking up as if entertained by something else. "Don't see why Ryou thinks I need school anyway. I didn't need it in Egypt and you don't need school for my top-notch skills."

Mariku eyed his companion for a moment and then scoffed, readjusting his weight. "Yes and your skills went out of date how many centuries ago?" he joked. "If Isis didn't threaten cut off my supply of money, my ass wouldn't be here either." The slender figure of Mariku stood up, his eyes watching. "By the way, are you planning on killing the squirt, because your grip is tight enough."

"Why do you care anyway?" Bakura quipped, his tone turning angry and voice rose. "Where's the beer fund?" He yelled at Yugi, Bakura's voice still ringing in the Hikari's ears. "Your bodyguard isn't here and besides he can't send us to the shadow realm anymore. So you might as well hand over your money, use the bathroom and get out of my face."

Yugi felt like coughing but held the sound in. Because the grip on his school uniform was pulling up his shirt collar, Yugi understood why Mariku made his comment. It was up to a point where it was making him choke. "I'll give you your fund if you go to class." He was so sick and tired of people making comments about him and the Pharaoh. So what if he wasn't connected to Atemu anymore? That didn't make the former ruler his own personal bodyguard. A small bit of anger began to grow inside of Yugi, but he put it away in a little box in his mind, swallowing it down with his fear that once more began to boil. "You don't need beer anyway. It makes you dumber than you already look."

Bakura's head snapped back towards Yugi, greatly surprised at what the little Hikari just said. Not quite sure if he heard correctly, he yelled at Yugi. "What did you say to me, you little cunt?" Bakura growled at the chibi teen, his brown eyes growing with anger. Hearing Mariku chuckled at the thief's expense was something the white haired Yami wasn't familiar with.

"You heard me. It makes you dumber than you already look," Yugi finally gained enough courage and looked in Mariku's direction, and upon seeing a small smile played on his dark features, Yugi himself felt a small corner of his lips turn up in a smile. A tiny grin was stretched across Mariku's dark brown lips, the curve of it making Yugi's eyes stare at the Yami more intently.

Shaking himself mentally, Yugi thought of something else. What about another comeback? "I use to read the dictionary, but when I saw your picture under the word Retard, I had to stop." Yugi gagged a little as Bakura lifted him up even higher and threw him hard against the wall. His small frame was slammed hard and the tri colored haired boy wished that he still had the Pharaoh with him. Atemu gave Yugi strength when he thought none was available.

Bakura growled, his words seething through. "Listen here, midget. I don't know when you suddenly decided you had a backbone but I'll break it right here and now. Just because I don't beat Ryou anymore doesn't mean I won't hesitate to kill you, Pharaoh or no Pharaoh. So I strongly suggest you shut the fuck up before I kick your ass."

Mariku calmly placed a hand on Bakura's shoulder, a grin on his lips. "Aw, come on, Kura-san, I like him better this way. He's funny." The blonde hair that once was placed behind Mariku's ear was now loose and it fell gently over his dark features, the black makeup under his eyes showing through, marking his eyes as something even more mysterious.

"What's going to be funny is a dead Hikari if he doesn't learn his place." Bakura snarled.

Yugi looked up at Mariku, his mauve eyes collecting in the sight before him, and they danced over to stare at Bakura. His back began to sting with the pain as it coursed through his veins, the wall pressing firm against him. Mariku might have been showing kindness to Yugi, but it was clear to the tiny teen that Bakura didn't want to share that same fate with his friend. He didn't really have much of a backbone, or at least to him he didn't, but ever since Atemu was no longer taking up residence in Yugi's mind, the teen had to stick up for himself a lot more. To think this all happened because he had to use the bathroom.

"I'm not a midget so don't call me that." Yugi spoke, his voice shaking and breaking at the last of his words. Silently he gulped down the phlegm building in his throat, as he continued to watch the brown-eyed boy. The Pharaoh's Hikari wanted to scream but he didn't.

Bakura, tired of hearing the teen's voice, smacked Yugi hard across the face, hearing the small skull smack against the wall. "You little shit," he growled, his dark chocolate eyes narrowing, glaring at the small figure that dared to defy him in any manner.

Mariku strengthened his grip on Bakura's shoulder, his voice becoming more serious then the last time he spoke to the thief king. "Come on, Bakura, let him go. Just steal the beer, you'd enjoy that more anyway, you know that."

Yugi didn't cry out when his face was smacked, the back of his head hitting the wall didn't cause a squeak or to flow from his lips. He felt the area where he got slapped grow red as the seconds passed. Tears did form within his eyes, his purple eyes turning a dark blue, as he turned to face Bakura, tears now overflowing down his red face, no sobs escaping his ruby lips. His eyes began to shine from the water that was poured from them. The anger inside of Yugi only grew, and it grew to a point where the tiny teenager couldn't contain it any longer.

With a slight jerk of his head, Yugi spat on Bakura's face, marking it on his cheek. The small boy saw that Mariku was somewhat trying to get the white haired thief off of him, but it wasn't helping much. At least someone's trying to help, he thought. At least seven other students walked on by, watching the display go on, not bothering to stop and help Yugi. Everyone knew not to mess with Bakura or Mariku. "I'm not what you think I am, Bakura. And I'm not afraid of you either." Suddenly the boy knew that was it. It was over for him now. Fear was replaced temporally with anger, but it quickly came back to Yugi's senses as he realized that claiming he wasn't afraid was his mark on the grave.

Please, help me, Mariku! Do something, the boy pleaded inside his head. The tiny-framed teen tried to call for his Yami, hoping that things weren't too busy in class in order to be rescued. Please, Atemu, if you can hear me. Help!