You Are SO Infuriating!
By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
I'm SORRY! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long long tiiiime! bows Gomen. I've been way busy with school, skating, guitar, bla bla bla, and am just now finding time to write...I'm forming an idea for the Joey/Mai story...I have no clue as to when it will actually get started. I'm also working on a Malik/Bakura(as in Ryou's Yami) ficlet.

Chapter Four
The Itching Files, Part Two

Yami darted away from the den and flew into the bathroom as fast as his long, leather-clad legs could carry him. He turned on the faucet, wet his hands, and covered them in soap. He finished washing his hands, and washed anything else in the bathroom he might have touched. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He couldn't stop grinning. Bakura scratched at the itching on his chest. The more he scratched the worse it got. Then it hit him.
Itching powder. The damn bastard rubbed itching powder all over him.
Well, two can play this game, he thought. But first, he needed to stop the itching. He managed to sneak out the window without anyone noticing, and run back home.
Bakura burst through the door. He couldn't take it anymore, and flopped down on the couch and started scrathing like crazy.
Ryou had obviously followed Bakura, because he walked into the door five minutes later.
"Bakura...everyone saw you running down the road, and-OH!!"
Bakura looked to where Ryou was pointing, and noticed that the area he was scrating at had started bleeding.
"We have to get that cleaned up!" Ryou cried.
Bakura looked at him quizzically. He took a finger and scooped of some of the blood, then slowly brought the digit to his lips. He was about to lick it when Ryou grabbed his hand.
"STOP!"
Bakura snapped out of his trance. "AAAH! Right! Oh no!!!! IT WON'T STOP ITCHING!!!" He started scratching furiously again.
"Bakura, stop! You'll only make it worse!"
Ryou hauled Bakura off to the bathroom. He wet a washcloth and started wiping the blood off Bakura's chest. To Bakura, it was torture. It was itching worse than ever before.
"GAAAH!! HURRY UP!! IT'S ITCHING SOOO BAD!!!" He started twitching.
"Bakura, settle down! I can't wash it off if you don't sit still!"
Ryou started to wash the wound again, and this time it started to sting.
"OOOOOOOOOWWW!!!!" He jerked away from Ryou.
"Bakura!" Ryou was mad now.
"Ryou...hikari...let me do it. I just...gods, it hurts and stings and itches all at once, and I think it's better if you left me to do it."
"Okay." Ryou let out a sigh and left the bathroom.
Once the coast was clear he started scratching furiously again.

Later that evening...

Everyone had gone home, to families and siblings and dinner. Once Yugi finished eating his dinner he grabbed the phone, and dialed Ryou's number.
"Hello?" Ryou's voice was heard on the other line.
"Hey, is Bakura okay? What happened?"
"Bakura's chest won't stop itching. He keeps scratching it, and he's bleeding."
"Oh no! I think he was the victim of another one of Yami's pranks." Yugi was a bit irritated at this point.
"Probably. He won't let me touch it. He said he'd clean it, but knowing him, he's probably still scratching." Ryou let out a sigh.
"Do you want me to come over?" Now Yugi was really pissed.
"That would be great, maybe I can hold him down and you could clean the wound."
Yugi let out a laugh. "Maybe. I'll be right there."
They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up.
"YAMI!!!!"
Yami, who was gloating over the victory of his prank in the Millenium Puzzle, came out with a flash, and did a lousy job of hiding his grin.
"You wished to see me, aibou."
"Nice attempt at a cover-up, Yami." Yugi said calmly "BUT WHAT DID YOU DO TO BAKURA???"
"Whatever do you mean? Perhaps Bakura had an allergic reaction to something." Yami kept a cool look on his face.
"And that was your first mistake!" yelled Yugi. "How do you know that something happened to Bakura?"
Shit! Thought Yami. Oh well, you're the King of Games. You can cover it up, you're smoooth. "Oh, well, I have shadow powers that give me telepathy." Yami nodded triumphantly.
"No you don't. Ya know, if you're going to lie to me about it, at least close our link." Yugi said flatly. He thought for a moment. "Bakura's wound is your fault, so you're going to fix it."
Yami's slanted eyes went wide. "WHAT??? You expect me to...to...WASH him? What if he...I dunno...kicks me in the crotch or something?"
"Then you deserve it," said Yugi.
"But..but...YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!" Yami was desperate now. Of course, he wouldn't mind washing the wound of the former Tomb Robber-wait! Yami, get ahold of yourself, Yami told himself firmly.
"I can and I will. We are both going over there, and you will fix what ever you did to him, which reminds me: YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
Yami had a sudden interest in his shoes. "Uh...well...I...put itching powder all over him."
"You WHAT???"
I-I'm sorry! I didn't think it was going to be this bad, but let me tell you something, he deserves it, dammit! After what he did to my HAIR and my SHOES and my CARPET and my FACE his is damn lucky he's still alive! Hmph!"
And Yami turned and walked out of the room in a huff.
"Oh no you don't!" Yugi grabbed Yami by his ear: more specifically, his gold earring.
"OW!"
"We are going to Ryou's house and you are going to FIX what you did to Bakura and YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT!"
And so Yugi dragged his darker half all the way to Ryou's, with Yami protesting and whining about his ear.

Bakura was still scratching.
He was beyond angry now. He was absolutely, positivley livid.
And in his mind, he was formulating a plan to make Yami suffer just as much as he was suffering now.
Maybe even more so.
But first, he really needed to clean himself up.

Back in the living room, Ryou let an enraged Yugi and a screaming Yami into the house. The second Yugi let go of his ear Yami screeched "NEVER!" and ran under the couch.
"Yes you will!"
"You'll never take me alive!" Yami screeched. He took off towards the bathroom.
And stopped at the sight of what he saw.
Bakura was standing over the sink, his chest a bloody mess from the scratching.
Yami's jaw dropped. He felt a pang of sensetivity hit him.
He felt bad.
No, he felt awful.
Why was he feeling guilty now? Nobody messes with me without paying, right? Yami thought.
But I didn't think it would turn out this bad.
I'm a monster.
Bakura put down the bloody washcloth. He scowled at the former Pharoh.
"What the hell do you want?"
Yami swallowed. "I want...to help..." he said softly.
"Oh do you?" Bakura sneered. "Well then, you can help my by GETTING THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT!!"
"I can't do that." Yami looked at the other with darkened eyes.
"I thought you just said you wanted to help." Bakura washed the washcloth.
"Clean the wound, I mean..." Yami trailed off.
"What are you going to do to me this time, huh? Look at me, LOOK AT ME DAMMIT! I'm bleeding all over the fucking place because of your little trick. I'm still itching, but I can't scratch anymore because it hurts too much!" Yami could see the hurt in Bakura's eyes.
"I...I'm sorry, Bakura."
"I don't care. GET OUT!" Bakura's was seeing red.
"Fine then! I came here to help, mainly because my Aibou told me to, but then I saw what the powder did to you, and then I DID feel bad, you want to do it yourself, then FINE! No WONDER nobody cares about you except Ryou!" Yami stormed out of the room.
Bakura looked shocked.
What did he just say?
"No wonder nobody cares about you."
Oh my god, Bakura thought. He's right. Wow. 'Twas a bit long...oh well! I got it done! Everyone knows the drill, Read and review! Thanks to everyone who had reviewed so far!
Wait! Footnotes! I can't believe I forgot these! And this has been here...what, almost a year?
Okay. The Jhoto Electabuzz are a baseball team mentioned in Pokemon, that were, when the story was written, in the dead last place in the Jhoto Baseball league.
-OtakuChild