Author's notes: *peeps around* I hope that you guys are still following this story, although I must say that I deserves it if you guys stop reading this story due to my inconsistent updates. School had restarted yet again, and really, I'm getting very sick and tired of all the tests and homework. I had a bit of writer's block for this story, and had been more successful with my other fic as the ideas just flow so smoothly for it, so I apologize for not updating fast.

To previous readers and reviewers, thank you for reading and reviewing! You guys are so nice and it really motivates me to write more, so thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story.

"You are in luck that I've decided to be so kind and let you off for the day," Yami Bakura ranted while clearing the broken dishes. He knew he has to rely on himself and get this done quick. He wouldn't want the Pharaoh getting his hands on those dishes again while he faces the wrath of Ryou.

"And I've heard that for the thousandth time today," Yami Yuugi replied, looking up from his homework that Yami Bakura had so kindly brought back for him.

"Get your arse off the couch and take the garbage out," Yami Bakura pouted. Seriously, that Pharaoh still thinks he's living in his palace… "Seriously, I don't know why I got you back as a slave…"

"Well, you can always send me back," Yami Yuugi perked up, saying hopefully, only to choke back with a cough.

"Serve you right," Yami Bakura muttered under his breath, and then continued, "Of course I won't let you back so easily. You still have a few more weeks to suffer. Don't think that I'll let you off so easily."

Pretending not to hear anything, Yami Yuugi stood up grumpily and looked at the black trash bag that was filled with foul-smelling garbage.

"Had something just died in there?" he wrinkled his nose, showing his disgust. He is beginning to question the hygiene of this whole house…Just how did Ryou stand Yami Bakura?

"Um…" Yami Bakura frowned as he tried to remember the last time he had emptied the bin. "Just do your job and don't bother asking so much. Got that? You got to talk less and do more."

Feeling rather indignant, Yami Yuugi wanted to rebut Yami Bakura, but thought the better of it. Talking with that blockhead would only waste his energy and effort. Dragging the trash bag out of the kitchen, Yami Yuugi sulked and kicked the door opened.

"Watch it will you? I know it's not your house, but spare a thought for others," scolded Yami Bakura as he placed the dishes he had been arranging down and walked towards the door. "What's this? Pharaoh! Look at this!"

"Now what's your problem? I've got enough of you ordering me around and—that wasn't made by me was it…?"

"Who do you think it's made by? Me, you idiot!" Yami Bakura snapped.

Looking down at the trash, Yami Yuugi gulped. He had trudged over the sharp end of the table, and had cut a hole through the trash bag, resulting in all the foul-smelling liquid from inside to leak out onto the floor. Glancing up at Yami Bakura, Yami Yuugi had the feeling that more trouble had come for him. Oh Ra, save him…

"I think I shall go home now, guys," Ryou said as he looked at his watch.

"Going so fast? It's still early! Come on, just one last game," Malik said as he tugged at Ryou's right sleeve, giving his puppy eyes.

"I have to check on my yami and make sure he doesn't…" Ryou looked at Yuugi who nodded. Surely Yami Bakura would not harm the Pharaoh? Hell, why did he have such a troublesome yami? At least Yami Malik is better!

"Can I come with you?" Yuugi asked meekly as he looked at Ryou, his eyes shining and pleading.

"Well, since it's concerning the life and death of your yami, I guess you can," Ryou said as he slung his bag over his shoulders and made his way to the exit of the game centre. Sighing, he wished that Yuugi won't see anything he did not wish to see when he reach his apartment.

"Let's all go!" Yami Malik added in, and soon, all four of them headed back to Ryou's apartment.

On the way home, Ryou tried his mind link to see if Yami Bakura had done anything to Yami Yuugi, but he couldn't tap into his mind. Seemed like Yami Bakura had blocked him from his mind. Was he still angry over that small dispute? Knowing his yami being so petty, Ryou confirmed that he was still angry…

Upon reaching his doorstep, Ryou inserted his key cautiously as he sucked in a deep breath. Please, let there be no bloodshed, no corpse, no nothing…

"Clean that up or I'll force you to lick it up!"

Uh…what was that about? All three hikaris and Yami Malik looked at each other, a confused expression plastered on their faces.

"It's gross! You can't expect me to do that! You do it yourself! I, the Pharaoh won't clean up the mess you had made!" came Yami Yuugi's defiant reply.

Yuugi wanted to open the door, but the other three stopped him. Giving them a questioning look, Yuugi couldn't help but implored them, only earning a shake of his head from Malik who pointed inside and did some gesticulations.

"The mess I'd made? I had the impression you were the one who caused this to happen! Besides, you're my dog now, so don't talk about being a Pharaoh or not. Hurry up!"

"But it's sticky and disgusting…"

"You certainly didn't find it so when you dragged it out."

Ryou, Yuugi and Malik could swear that their expressions were incomprehensible. Just where exactly is this conversation leading to?

"You were the one who forced me! Get your hands off me!"

"Not until you clean that up! I repeat, you either clean it up or I'll force you to lick it up!" Yami Bakura's voice was firm and assertive, demanding for Yami Yuugi's obedience.

Tugging at Ryou, Yuugi pleaded for him to open the door.

"I swear my yami is sexually harassed by your yami! He's forcing him to…to…" Yuugi whispered furiously as he blushed, unable to continue what he wanted to say.

"I said get your hands off me! I can't stand people manhandling me!" Yami Yuugi's shrill voice was heard between knocks and loud stomping.

"You—"

A loud thud was heard followed by another cry. Yuugi couldn't take it anymore. He's yami is going to be hurt by Yami Bakura, and he won't allow that! Pushing Ryou and Malik away from the door, he barged in, and the first thing he saw almost made him faint. Wasn't Yami Bakura the one assaulting his yami?

Why was Yami Yuugi on top of Yami Bakura on the couch, and why were his hands on Yami Bakura's half buttoned shirt?

Author's notes: Okay, I don't know how this fared. And, I admit, a very short chapter after a long hiatus… So sorry… *bows* Well, but still, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. And I will take more time to update, so stay tune! Thank you for reading.