In which the afterlife crumbles and two familiar yamis are forced to return to the living world courtesy of the Gods. As a result, Ryou experiences what he thinks is a break in...

THUMP!

Jolting out of his sleep, the albino tumbled out of bed and hit the floor with a loud thud, his heart still racing. Was that noise from his dreams? A nightmare perhaps? He couldn't remember.

SMASH!

'Nope. Definitely not a dream!' Ryou told himself as he shot to his feet, his anxiety levels heading through the roof as he heard another crash following that. He lived on his own because his father had always been so busy with his job; meaning someone had broken into his house. A burglar? Nervously, he grabbed the light from the bedside table and ripped the plug from the wall before he crept to the top of the stairs, his heart beating rapidly as his hands became sweaty and shaky. "Be brave, Ryou." he whispered to himself just before another loud bang made him flinch. "Oh, holy crap." he whimpered as he saw something fly out the kitchen door and past the bottom of the stairs only to hit the hall wall and retaliate. 'Is that... a saucepan?' Now he was way beyond confused.

Chewing his lip in concentration, the boy crept down the stairs determined to make sure he didn't make a sound, the light in his hand at the ready. Seeing the object at the foot of the stairs, it indeed turned out to be a saucepan. Trying to gulp away the tightness in his throat, Ryou backed up against the wall directly beside the kitchen door before slipping around the edge so he was in the kitchen with the burglar.

It took a while for the albino to finally slow his breathing. Ryou hated hurting people, even if it was in self-defence. This was taking an incredible amount of will power to carry out. Was he really going to hit this person, criminal or not, over the head with a lamp? Seriously? With Ryou doubting his actions, the person lifted their head out of the saucepan cupboard and spun around to leave the room, stopping in their tracks just when they spotted Ryou. Letting out a squeak while jumping at least two meters out of his skin, Ryou suddenly panicked and fired the light at the person, the person simply lent to the side and let the light fly over his shoulder, a loud smash soon following it. Ryou did this before spinning around and making a run for it, forgetting that his house contained walls and rammed into the one right behind him. Hitting his head, he fell backwards and landed at the feet of the intruder who was now towering over him.

The man erupted into a loud, mocking laughter at the others misfortune. "Ah, hikari, I was looking for you." came the raspy voice as the laughing ceased suddenly. "I see you are as pathetic as always."

Still conscious but seeing stars, Ryou blinked to try and focus while the room span around him, he recognized that cold voice but his pounding head was distracting him immensely. "You... me... you... were looking for me?" came Ryou's confused and disoriented reply.

"Yes." the man said bluntly.

Ryou let out a moan as he sat up straight, putting a hand to his forehead. "... but... in the saucepan cupboard?" came his stupid question.

"No, you imbecile." the man growled. "I had forgotten how often living mortals get hungry, I haven't had my own flesh body in centuries. So, if you don't make me some steak soon, then I will have your head on a platter as a pleasing substitute!" came the snappy and extremely serious reply.

Probing at his forehead, the boy felt something wet. Ryou then rubbed his fingers under his white bangs, smearing the blood running down from his scalp. "I'm bleeding..." he muttered, still slightly oblivious as to what was going on and being said. "Who are you?" Ryou questioned as he climbed to his feet, using a nearby chair for support as he placed a hand firmly against his white noggin.

"I'm your yami." Ryou only swayed slightly, suffering in silence. When he got no answer, Bakura scowled. "Look at me!" came the impatient and irritated reply. His yami? Ryou struggled to lift his head due to the throbbing but Bakura placed a hand under the boy's chin and yanked it upright, his action being a brutal form of help to the boy. Being forced to look onward, Ryou gasped through his squished cheeks which were in Bakura's pasty, bony hands.

Turning a shade of pale that was extremely unusual even for this boy, Ryou's breath got caught in his throat as his eyes once focused on the face of his nightmares. "Spirit..." he whispered, frozen on the spot.

Bakura's devious pools only swirled in pleasured delight as he pulled Ryou's face closer to his, an evil grin settled on his lips while he heard his hikari swallow hard at the uncomfortably close distance between them. "Nice to interact with you in the flesh, landlord."

A/Ns: Not all of my dabbles will be about Ryou even though he is unbearably adorable, just like Yugi the baby Panda! I just had a notion to write something today. But I liked writing as these two, they're a fun contrast to write for. I realized once it was written that Bakura was slightly OOC though, I'll fix that next time. I really want to write a Marik and Bakura dabble too, with Marik staying in Baku's house and in short, the blond'll just be pissing the albino off with everything he does.

If you read, thank you. Any criticism and all opinions are welcomed with open arms.