HELLO AGAIN! Now that chapter 3 is OVER WITH!, we can get on with the story much faster! Expect maybe two updates a week! This has a LOT more chapters than I realized.
And once again a character I put in here is having a much bigger impact on this story than I thought. You'll see what I mean. But it's kind of like how I didn't expect Kuriby from ThiefSlipping to be such an influence on the plot, and yet he was! Interesting.

HERE YOU GO!

THANKS IN ADVANCE TO D-...erm... nevermind. I won't spoil it.

Warning: Contains yaoi, a self-insert, a traumatized Ryou, lemons, Soup, explosives, Pokémon, and many British things.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series, Hetalia, Skylanders, Pokémon, any of their characters, any tea-making skills, or the British language.

R&R

ENJOY~!

Ryou looked around in utter confusion. He noticed simultaneously that Marik was next to him and both of them were naked.

"AAAHHHH!" he screamed.

Marik covered his ears against the sound for a second.

Ryou's breathing sped up and his heart raced in panic and fear. His mind racing a mile a minute, he quickly realized what was probably going on here. He obviously hadn't passed out before and suddenly become sober. And he obviously hadn't knowingly volunteered to this. And he had this...feeling. Both an intuition and an actual physical feeling. He instantly realized what had happened. But he still couldn't help but ask, "Marik why the bloody hell are we naked and what the bugger am I doing here?!"

Marik quickly brightened the table lamp. "No! Turn it off please I don't want to see!" Marik quickly dimmed it again.

Ryou called upon his inner strength and pulled himself together long enough to ask, "Where are my clothes?"

"On the floor on your side," Marik said at last.

Ryou quickly dropped over to his side of the floor and began frantically dressing himself. Marik leaned over and was able to see the small white head trembling as he moved about on the floor. Finally, he stopped moving. Marik assumed he was done. So he dressed himself as well, minus his shirt, and tried to sit next to Ryou. "Ry..." he said gently. "Are you okay?" He reached out a gentle and comforting hand.

Ryou shied away from the hand and ran across the room to sit against the wall and hide his face behind his knees. Be began sobbing loudly.

Marik stayed where he was. If only Bakura were here... He would know how to deal with Ryou. But why had they switched out?

"No, Marik! It wasn't you!" Bakura had said. "It's me! the Ring! Ryou..."

The Ring... Bakura said something before about a twenty minute time limit... He could only be separated from the Millenium Ring for about half an hour before Ryou could regain control again. Which sucked. And Bakura had probably ditched the Ring about ten minutes before he had informed Marik of it. Marik was sure that at least ten minutes had passed since then.

Now Ryou was out. This is why Bakura always slept with the Ring in his body like that!

After putting his purple hoodie back on, Marik quickly ran to Bakura's room to get the Millenium Ring from where he always kept it when he wasn't using it.

He walked over to Ryou and knelt down next to him. He gently tapped the crying Brit on the shoulder. Ryou flinched and looked up. His face looked more angry than traumatized, Marik noticed. "I believe this is yours?" he said, holding out the Millenium Ring.

Ryou took one look at it and smacked it out of Marik's hand, sending it sliding across the floor. He put his head back down and continued crying silently.

Marik watched the Ring slide away from him. After a few moments of looking back and forth between it and Ryou, he crawled over to where it had stopped and picked it up. Ryou obviously refused to wear or even touch it, so Marik slipped on the Ring himself.

He waited five minutes, because that's usually how long it took for Bakura to contact him from the Ring.

During these five minutes, he watched Ryou gradually calm down, saw all traces of trauma on his face being replaced with anger, and watched him put a hand under his shirt and feel his chest, probably touching the five bandages Bakura had put on earlier. Then he felt something wet on his neck. He rubbed his neck and then looked at it. It had blood on it. He glared at Marik again, then began to cry again, the anger never leaving his face and the despair never coming back.

Five minutes was up. "Hey there."

Bakura appeared beside Marik in his spirit form, fully dressed in the same clothes Ryou was wearing. "Marik, what did you do?"

"Me?!" Marik whispered harshly. Ryou picked up his head and observed Marik arguing with the air in a whisper. "Why is this my fault! It's your host and your Millenium Item. Shouldn't you be responsible?"

"You're the one who told me to take it off! And I did. For you. And this is what happened. You know it's only twenty minutes I can-"

"Then why didn't you just take it off later rather than sooner?! If you knew this would happen, why didn't you do something about it?"

"At least I made us stop before we switched! And I barely had enough time to explain..."

"No! I mean why didn't you do something to prevent this?"

"I did! But you-"

"Both of you shut the bugger up or else I will unleash my adorable and accented British Rage on you!"

The two lovers/roommates/friends/partners-in-crime turned to the small British boy who had stood up and stomped over to them.

"WHAT?!" they asked loudly, not liking to be interrupted from their arguing.

Ryou shrank back a bit at their volume, but pulled himself together and stood up straight. He turned to Bakura, clenched his fists and held them at his sides, closed his eyes and yelled as loud as he could, "What the bloody hell were you doing with Marik?! And why was I let out to see it?!"

"First of all," Bakura told him calmly, "you were not 'out to see it', thanks to me. You're welcome."

"Apology absolutely not accepted!"

"Second of all, you should have stayed in your soul room like I always order you to until I personally come and let you out!"

"I didn't just walk out! The Ring was off and I was just tugged back to control!"

"Shut up and stop interrupting! Third of all, this is Marik's fault because he made me remove the Ring before hand."

"Oh, now it's my fault?" They clenched their fists and turned on each other again. "You said you removed it voluntarily for me! And you shouldn't have taken it off so soon! You should have waited!"

"Well I had to clean the blood off again and patch myself off." When he said this, he moved a ghostly hand over Ryou's chest. Ryou tried to bat the hand away, but his hand passed right through the spirit's. "You are always complaining about me getting blood all over the appartment! And I'm not the only one bleeding around here! Between your clumsiness and Melvin's... Melvinness, 25% of the blood around here is yours! And 25% is mine! And the last 50% is from my and Melvin's victims! So you are half to blame!"

"I don't stab people and myself and bleed all over everything! That's what you do!"

"You stabbed yourself just last week."

"By accident! And I didn't stab myself, I cut myself. There wasn't even that much blood."

"Speaking of blood!" Ryou shouted. They turned and glared at him. He was pointing at his still bleeding neck and blushing for obvious reasons. "Why?!"

"Why do you think, Ryou?" Bakura asked him harshly. "What? I can't have my own life and relationships?"

"No, you can't!" the hikari shouted, the tears starting to fall again. "Not physical ones especially! It's my body and you have no right to be shagging someone else with it, especially someone I don't even like..."

Yeah I hate you too, Marik thought.

"...and then letting me out to see it happen! Especially when it's another male and I told you a million bloody times I AM NOT GAY! Why must you always ruin my life and break my spirit and my heart, Yami? WHY? What did I ever do to you?! All I ever did was help you and fear you! One of these days I'm going to end up ship- sending the Millenium Ring back to my father or maybe give it to Yugi! Or toss it right into Season Five! I'm tired of this!" Ryou burried his face in his hands continued to cry. Bakura could tell that they were tears of sadness and stress, not of anger this time.

Bakura had caught on to several things in that little rant. One, Ryou kept saying 'another'. Two, he said 'sending' instead of 'shipping' for a very good and deliberate reason. Three, Ryou had dared to suggest that he would get rid of the Millenium Ring. Not only was that explicitly forbidden by Bakura, but it was also impossible to do. To sum up, Bakura was wary of the first one, humored by the second one, and angered by the third one. Dealing with the third one could wait. For now, he wanted to make sure the first one didn't mean anything.

"I swear that there better not be any tendershipping in this..."

"What shipping?" Marik asked in a whisper.

"I keep Ryou under control by making him believe that I actually care about him," Bakura whispered back, to quiet for Ryou to hear. "I hope he's not taking it too far. Although the chances of it in this story are unlikely, Aquailita is a tendershipper and it's one of-" He gasped.

"HER..." Bakura growled. He didn't like me and never will.

"SPEAKING OF AQUAILITA!"

Everyone turned to the side to see a teenage girl with brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a Hetalia shirt, standing there with her arms folded, and tapping her foot.

She had a certain...attitude about her that Marik, Bakura, and even Ryou knew all too well. They knew who it was.

A fangirl.

A fanfic writer.

Aquailita.

Me.

And I was pissed off.

OH CRAP! SHIT JUST GOT REAL...ALL UP IN THIS BITCH!

Yup. I'm pissed off and they made my Ryou-kun creampuff sad and traumatized. So I put myself in there to set things straight. Should be fun.
Everyone, wish me luck that Bakura doesn't kill me!

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEEE~!