Kana: Since my other story: 'How to Go Insane Twice' was such a hit (Nine reviews…whoot (waves mini flag halfheartedly)) I decided to write another one of all the random things Bakura and all his idiocy could do at Malik's house.

Bakura: Why me?

Kana: No one knows…or maybe it's cause I fond your hair spiffy and that just began the never ending circle of crap known as my anime obsession

Marik: (points at Bakura's hair) I KNEW that hair was bad news!

Disclaimer: The day I own Yugioh is the day I stop procrastinating on my homework to entertain YOU people…YOU are the reason I have bad grades (or maybe because I don't study… -.- )

Summary: Way isn't Bakura learning from his mistakes?

For: Psychic Yardstick

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Third Time's the Charm

One-Shot (Companion story to 'How to Go Insane Twice')

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Marik (formally known as Yami no Malik, the 'Darkness', and or 'Mr. I Wanna Be a DBZ Character') stared at it.

And it stared back.

Here's the winning question: What was this 'it'?

Well; 'It' was the very dead corpse swinging as it hung suspended from the shower curtain rod. Marik didn't really know what it had been before it was killed, since it was now just a mass of uncoordinated flesh with a rope around the place a vertebrae would have been (if it wasn't already being used as the aforesaid 'rope').

Only one being on the face of this messed up earth could have done such a clean job.

You might know him. He is about five-foot seven, could be used as a mop if he has a sedative, and 'poofs' when he gets miffed.

You have three guesses, and the first two don't count.

Yup, it's Bakura (A.K.A: Zork, the actual darkness, and or 'Mr. Wouldn't Know a Comb If It Bit My Ass'). How'd you know?

Marik twitched once…twice…three times. Finally, with a vein popping in his temple and a sour attitude, he screamed: "Bakura!"

There was a sudden silence about the small ranch house. Then…a small voice answered just outside the bathroom door. "Yes?"

Marik pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Why is there a body in the shower?"

Bakura's head peeked into the bathroom (kinky, eh?). "Drying…out?" he sounded unsure.

He should have been.

"You have until the count of ten before I gag you with your own hair." Marik didn't even open his eyes to hiss the threat.

"Now I think you're just being rash -."

"One…"

"You like killing people too -."

"Two…"

"Why am I even feeling threatened -?"

"Three…"

"I could kick your ass -."

"Four…"

"…going…" Bakura made a quick escape down the hall and out the backdoor.

Marik sighed. He had only been in the house for a week.

How did Ryou live with him twenty-four seven? Surely the boy must have gone insane after having the nut job in his head for so long.

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"Bakura!"

"Yes?" The answer was sly, with a bit of boredom thrown in just for the hell of it.

"What is that snowman doing in the living room?"

"…Melting…" You could tell the offender wanted to add a 'duh' after that.

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Bakura smirked, his grip tightening on the railing. It was the perfect plan.

He was right above the window of the owner of the apartment he and Ryou used to live it. If he timed it right…

Bakura had planned it so he would hang upside down from the railing above the man's window, but instead went too fast, ending up hitting his face an inch above the glass.

So much for revenge. Hadn't he learned that that wasn't the way to go?

Note to Self: Revenge heals pride, but – here's the kicker – it usually ended up with pain.

He should be learning from his mistakes…

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