"Can you watch Ryou for a minute? I'm just going to get his dummy for bed time. Thanks Bakura." Said Bakura's mother.

"Kay mom." Bakura called.

Stupid baby. Why should he, Bakura Akefia, have to watch a small infant. Bakura could take care of himself just fine so what was stopping this baby from doing the same?

It wasn't just watching the baby that pissed him off though. It was how this baby was getting all of his mother and father's attention. When Amane was born he still got a little attention every now and then but now that they had a 2 year old and a 6 year old he got no attention, just the occasional "Look after Ryou" or "Can you feed Ryou?" or "Hold Ryou please."

It was really getting on his nerves.

Bakura looked at the baby, in fact no he glared at the baby. Ryou just looked up innocently with those huge eyes of his.

Then he opened his mouth and out of his mouth came his very first word.

"Ba-ku-ra..."

Bakura had been looking at the clock, wondering how much longer she would take but the instant Ryou uttered out his name he turned around to look at him with his eyes wide.

"What did you say?"

"Ba-ku-ra..." Ryou repeated.

Bakura gasped and instantly called for his mother, she came running with the dummy in her hand.

"What is it Bakura?" She asked.

"Okay Ryou, do it!" He smiled.

"Ba-kura!" Ryou beamed.

His mother gasped and she hugged Bakura tight. Bakura looked at his little brother and for the first time since he'd been born, he smiled at him.

And Ryou smiled back.

Normal P.O.V

Ryou really adored Bakura, but Bakura was too blinded with rage to see. As he packed up his belongings into a traditional bundle on a stick he realised how cliché it might look and so he threw it away.

Instead he found a drawstring bag belonging to Malik which had an eye on it. Bakura didn't remember much from school but he did remember his favourite subject in History: Ancient Egypt. So he realised instantly that it was the Eye of Horus.

Bakura's P.O.V

I only want what is best for Ryou, even if that's not me. So I take my stuff, lock the door and get out. I guess I'm on my own from now on. I can remember when I was little I didn't see why I had to look after Ryou because I could look after myself so why couldn't he?

Anyway Ryou has Malik now. Or "Mishter Ishtar" as he calls him. Malik will be his family, hopefully he'll forget about me and Malik can be his new big brother. He probably won't even need to hire a babysitter.

I guess I'll run away to Egypt, that always has been my backup plan. Mom and Dad probably have left me some money but I won't stay to collect it: it'll just be all too emotional. Ryou can have the money to go to university. I don't mind, I don't need education anymore. The only kind of intelligence I need is to be street smart.

"Bakura!"

A voice calls out to me, I turn around to see someone running towards me. As the figure approaches I can make out short brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, a white jacket that comes up to their elbows and a pink tank top underneath.

"Anzu!" I gasp.

She runs up to me and the instant she reaches me, she throws herself at me and we share a deep kiss. I don't pull away but I'm both angry and confused that she's here. Angry that my plans for Egypt have been ruined and confused as to why she's here.

"What are you doing here Anzu?" I growl once the kiss has finished.

"Isn't it obvious? Malik hired me to look after you!" She beams.

"Very funny." I mumble.

"Who said I was joking?" She asks, putting on an innocent look.

"What do you want?"

"To give you your bedtime story."

"Cut it out."

"Cut what out?"

"You know what."

"I know... What?

"God you're stupid."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"Hanging out with kids all day has turned you into one."

"And you would know all about hanging out with kids wouldn't you?"

I glare at her.

"Okay fun time's over. I'm here because I know deep down that Ryou needs you. And I need you too. Don't run away Bakura. You'll be leaving a little boy orphaned, all on his own." She explains.

"He's got Malik." I say.

"Malik isn't his big brother."

Big brother. Those words almost bring tears to my eyes. Anzu really knows how to make me feel emotions, she's one special babysitter.

She's my babysitter.

Then I drop my drawstring bag onto the ground and I grab her and pull her in for another kiss. More tender and passionate this time, a kiss that'll be enough to keep me here. A kiss to bring us together.

As Malik looked at Ryou and realised he was going to be okay he sighed in relief and looked out of the window to see a man and a woman joined together under a street lamp. One white haired, one brown haired he knew that it must be Anzu and Bakura. He felt happy for them knowing that Bakura would finally have someone and that Ryou's family had just grown a little bigger.

...But Malik lost all respect for Bakura when he realised that he'd stolen his favourite bag.