Hey guys! It's Leiko here! Back with another story! n.n; lol

I'm currently working on trying to get TOAA updated and finsihed here pretty soon with Tikaru.

And I still need to type Hellangel. Not to mention come close to finishing Twilight. u.u;

So yeah. This story was written out of pure bordom to tell you the truth.

WARNING: This story contains Yaoi. Don't like it? Don't read it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, or Bakura, or Ryou, or anything at all accept this story!

Chapter 1

I stood at my full height as I stared my Yami in the eye. What the hell had just happened? Why were we fighting? Of course, it was usual for the two of us to have arguments over petty things, but this certain scenario seemed idiotic. For some reason that was beyond me, he had grown angry because I had decided that since the old pizza in the fridge was growing hair, it was time to throw it out. Although he was in spirit form, I couldn't help but be slightly frightened. He was, after all, the "Theif King" of ancient Egypt. Any moment, I expected him to lash out in another fit of screams, but surprisingly he crossed his arms, giving me a evil glare instead.

"Bakura. If you wish to keep the pizza so badly," I started crossing my arms and looking in no particular direction. "I suggest you go dig it out of the trash yourself." My smart comment caused my Yami to intensify his glare, sending cold shivers up my spine. I knew I was going to be regretting that later. Ever since Bakura had come to inhabit my body with me, my life had been a living hell. And whenever, I angered him, he made sure that I would feel horrible about it later. He had a terrible habit of taking over when he was pissed and inflicting damage upon my body. MY BODY. I honestly didn't understand what was so terrific about these Millenium Items. Sure, they were from Ancient Egypt and held great and mysterious powers, but that didn't necessarily say they were good, did it? My father had given me the Millenium Ring, and, although it seemed nice at first, I grew to hate it very quickly. Bakura's spirit had been trapped inside the ring for lord knows how long and I supposedly to be his new host. It was torture. I hadn't seen anything but pain. Whether the pain was inflicted upon me mentally or physically, however, was totally up to Bakura's mood. I ignored my gut, which told me to say sorry and make puppy faces until he couldn't stand the sight of me anymore, giving me a safe period for at least a day or so, and turned my head slightly to look at him out of the corner of my eye. "I don't see why you're so upset. It was a piece of pizza."

"I was saving it." He growled, his voice telling me instantly that I was now in the danger zone. But I also knew that I was pissing him off, which, to tell you the truth, was the only thing I wanted to do at that moment.

I 'Ha!'d and turned to face him entirely once again. "Saving it? For what? THE APOCOLPSE?"

Okay... I had now crossed the line. He twiched and a vien popped out of his forehead, pulsing like no other. I was suddenly nervous. Because, at that exact moment, it had occurred to me, that Bakura could actually hit me if he wanted. Whether he was in his spirit form or not. I had no idea how it worked, but for some reason, whenever the one in control of the body (that was wearing the ring) touched or was touched by the other in spirit form, that person would materialize, making him solid as though he had his own body.

Bakura gave me a threatening glance, and, although he had closed off the mind link, I knew that he was planning a slow and painful revenge. Time to take evasive action. "Look... You want pizza? I'll order some.." I began down the flight of stairs to go to the kitchen and picked up the phone on the way. I shot a glare over my shoulder. "Happy..?"

Not to my surprise, Bakura just stood there, acting as though he had no idea what the word happy meant. Sighing I walked into the kitchen and pressed the speed dial number for the pizza place. Out of entire boredom, Bakura had set speed dial on every damn number of the phone to each of his favorite restaurants that delivered. It was hell for the next week after that, because I kept insisting that there were more important uses for the speed dial. Like 911. He simply said that if there was anything that the speed dial should be used for, it would be for delivery. Finally, I just erased all the numbers exept the pizza place and hid the owners manual to keep him from doing it again. Honestly, I couldn't expect more from a 5-year-old.

"Pubby's Pizza Parlor. How may I help you?"

(a/n: PUBBY'S! XD :falls over laughing:)

I sighed as I saw the form of Bakura float down the stairs and turned my back to him, fiddling absentmindedly with the ends of my bangs. "I need two large pepporoni pizzas please."

"Would you like our Perfect Pubby's Pizza Parlor Special?"

"Uh..." I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Who the hell came up with these names? "No... I'm fine..."

"Okay, sir. And would you like any Pubby's Pepsi or perhaps a dozen Baby Breadsticks."

I was growing inpatient. How the hell do people not understand that you only wanted a pizza and nothing more.

"No, thanks." Trying to remain polite.

"Of course, sir. Now. Do you have a Pubby's Special Card?"

What the hell was this guy's problem? Deliver the pizza and be done with it already. "No..." I answered, knowing what was coming next.

"Would you like one?"

I felt a sudden cold surge through my body and knew instantly that Bakura was trying to take over. I simply let him, not wanting to anger him any more than he already was and drifted out of the ring in spirit form. Watching as he growled into the phone, his angry thoughts floading my mind.

"Listen. We just want to damned pizzas. How hard is that for you puny little mind to grasp?" He barked. I could still hear the perky voice of the orderer on the other line and stiffled a laugh as Bakura growled again.

What the hell is this guy's problem? He thought, more directly to me than himself. I shrugged nonchalantly, giving a small jerk of my head to the side.

Don't ask me... I replied, setting myself up on the counter. It's part of the procedure, I suppose.

"Damn it! You idiot of a man! JUST SEND THE GOD DAMNED PIZZAS AND MAYBE I'LL THINK ABOUT NOT COMING DOWN THERE TO RIP OFF YOUR LIMBS!"

Silence...

Maybe that was a bit much...

Shut him up didn't it? He shot a glance over his shoulder, giving me a look that said 'you're still not off the hook' and then quickly let me take over once more.

"Sir...?" The man on the other end sounded unusually frightened.

"Yes?" I replied, trying to bite back fits of laughter as thoughts of him considering me as a basketcase with multiple personalities flooded my mind.

Quit thinking such bullshit... Bakura hissed from behind me. I simply sighed as I gave the delivery man our address and hung up the phone after getting the total. Then I turned on the spot to leave the room, finding myself looking Bakura in the eye.

I honestly don't know what he was looking at, but whatever it was was making me nervous, so I decided to quickly end the silence.

"Don't be surprised if a couple police cars show up along with the delivery..." I said, huffing as I crossed my arms.

"What are they going to do? Throw me in jail?" He said, giving me a smug look. "Remember, Hikari, that whatever happens to me, happens to you." He jabbed me in the chest with his finger and was momentarily solid before I moved away, sticking out my tounge.

"Oh, ha ha."

I honestly think it'd be fun. He said, switching to the mind link as the doorbell rang.

I could feel him smirk humourously. Yes, well, that's because you're a nutjob, Bakura. I replied, opening the door to a very scared looking teenager. Obviously he had been told about the threat on the phone, and his eyes began to immediately dart to look at every possible area of the house. Conluding that I was the only one there, he held out two boxes with a shaky hand, staring up at me as though he were a deer in headlights. "H-here you are, s-sir..." I handed him the money and he immediately ran off as quickly as possible, jumping in his car and speeding away.

Oh, darn. No overnight in the slammer. Bakura said, actually sounding disappointed.

I shook my head and set the pizza on the table. Immediately letting Bakura take over once more, I watched as he scarfed piece after piece. It was truly amazing. And, he showed no sign of showing down either. Of course, I hadn't noticed this until he was shoving the last bit of crust in his mouth from the last piece.

Oh, thanks a lot. I remarked, staring solemnly at the empy box on the table.

Well, you should have spoken up a little sooner, if you ask me... He gave me a smug look.

I hardly had time to! You nearly devoured both boxes in 5 minutes! I said angrily, pointing at the clock on the wall. He looked at it nonchalantly and then smirked.

Heh. New record.

Ugh... You're hopeless...

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