Disclaimer: I know that I don't own this. I wish that I did. I would even wish for another personality to add to the four (including this one) that I already have so that I could be what's his name who owns Yu-Gi-Oh. Nevertheless, I can't cause my Yami and her alter ego and my alter ego wouldn't like it very much. They think that it's crowded in the hallway of my mind cause there are already four soul rooms. Oh well.

Enough said, onto the third and final installment of my song fiction about Ryou and Bakura. I'm glad that you liked this fanfiction and reviewed it. ^-^

Drive

//*\\

Sometimes,

I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.

And I can't help but ask myself,

How much I let the fear take the wheel and steer?

So look at me before,

It seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.

But lately I've been beginning to find that,

I should be the one behind the wheel.

\\*//

"So, Yami," Yugi asked as they went up to Ryou Bakura's house to break the news to Mr. Bakura who had finally returned home after a year and a half that Ryou wasn't there. "How are we going to tell him?"

Yami looked at the house. A flash of white hair went past the window. -We might not have to, Hikari, - Yami answered mentally.

As Yugi continued up the steps to Ryou's house with Yami right behind him the door swung upon and there stood Ryou. He was smiling brightly.

"Hi Yugi, I was just about to call you and tell you that Bakura and I came back. My father has already had everything explained to him, and well," Ryou paused, his grin widening, "remember that headache your grandfather got when you and Yami, Hi Yami, told your Grandfather about Yamis and Hikaris?" Yugi nodded. "My dad has one now," Ryou said with a laugh. "Come on in."

"Has he really changed?" Yami demanded, obviously referring to Bakura.

"He has," Ryou frowned slightly. "You still won't like him, but even the Dark Magician had to admit he was better now."

"The Dark Magician?" Yugi asked curiously.

"Yep, we stayed with him and a bunch of other friendly Shadow Monsters." Ryou grinned again, "I even got to meet Change of Heart!"

//*\\

Whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll be there,

With open arms and open eyes.

Whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll be there,

I'll be there.

\\*//

Bakura heard his lighter side babbling to his friends as he invited them inside. Mr. Bakura was in the living room, which was where Ryou brought his friends. The Pharaoh and his reincarnate were the only two Bakura could see and he doubted there were any others.

Bakura was in the kitchen, mostly to hide, and was making coffee. -I don't want to see them, - Bakura informed Ryou.

+And how will they trust you if they don't see you? + Ryou shot back with annoyance.

Therefore, reluctantly, Bakura left the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Is there any more of that coffee in the kitchen?" Mr. Bakura immediately asked.

"Yes," Bakura answered as he sat down on the couch.

Mr. Bakura quickly left the room.

"I think that today may have been a little much for him," Ryou said, still smiling brightly.

"You didn't poison the coffee," Yami asked abruptly after a few moments of awkward silence, "did you?"

"Nope, it tastes funny that way," Bakura said seriously. "It also made the others at the house-share in the Shadow Realm yell at me for hours."

Yami looked surprised at the straightforward answer, or maybe it was that fact that Bakura had tried poisoned coffee.

Ryou rolled his eyes, "the dark Magician threw a fit when Bakura tried that stunt our first week there. He just wouldn't let it go. Of course, the fact that only Dark Magician and Bakura drank that much coffee there probably had something to do with that."

"You're certain he's ok?" Yami asked again, directing his question towards Ryou.

"Yes," Ryou began.

"If you are asking whether or not I have recovered the sanity I lost when you shoved my soul into the Millennium Ring," Bakura inserted snidely, "than the answer would be 'yep.'"

+Bakura! + Ryou exclaimed, nearly causing Bakura to flinch at how loud his Hikari's voice had become.

-You said I should be openly honest when we got back, - Bakura thought in return, -and I am. He thinks that I have a mind as cracked as a poorly made water pitcher. I'm just letting him know that I don't. More like a watering can than a pitcher, really. -

Ryou sighed softly, frustration obviously building up in him. Bakura took that as his que to take his evening walk early.

"I'm going to take a walk," Bakura announced, barely managing to keep his indifferent appearance from being replaced with the anger that he was feeling. "I'll be back sometime later." Bakura got up and grabbed his jacket without waiting for a reply and was out the door before Ryou could try and make him stay.

"You weren't being helpful at all, Yami," Ryou said aloud, his voice deadly quiet. "Not you for him and visa versa." Yami Yugi looked at Ryou in surprise but remained silent. "He's trying, he really is. Can you at least acknowledge that? Can you actually look at him to see the change instead of provoking him to see if he'll still react?"

Yugi looked rather upset as he answered for his Yami. "I'm sorry Ryou, but at least you will have to accept it now, Yami. I took you on your word, Ryou, that Bakura was better. The fact that he simply went on a walk to vent his anger instead of turning violent proves you right. I understand why you're upset with my Yami, but I'm sure he had his reasons."

-Thanks Yugi, - Yami thought.

+ Don't thank me yet, I am angry with you too. The way you acted towards Bakura was wrong. You are going to explain those reasons for your behavior later. And remember, the next time you see Bakura you've go to apologize. + Yugi's mental voice was stern but there was a note of understanding in it and Yami knew he wouldn't have to be worried about Yugi staying mad for long.

//*\\

So if I decide to wake her,

My chance to be one of the hive,

Will I choose water over wine?

And hold my own in drive?

She's looked at me before,

And it's seems to be the way,

Everyone else gets around.

Lately,

I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself,

My life is found.

\\*//

It had been about an hour, an hour of kicking discarded cans and other litter as hard as possible at various animals, yet always managing to miss the stupid entity because it would move at the last second, but Bakura was finally on his way back to the house.

Unfortunately, Marik, who had been tailing Bakura since his walk had taken him past Mallik's house, had other ideas.

"Bakura!" Marik exclaimed, scrambling into view. "You're back! Ready to cause some more havoc now that you've obviously convinced little Ryou that you're a changed Yami?"

"What makes you so sure that I haven't changed?"

Marik paused uncertainly. "You couldn't have changed, you're you. People like us don't change."

"Marik, if I can't change in you're opinion, then you must never have known me. Not really," Bakura gazed at Marik, his eyes unblinking.

Unnerved by the apparent change in Bakura's behavior, Marik stepped back. "You didn't have to change. You could've fooled him. You really could've. I," Marik broke off and stared at his friend. "Fine than," he snapped. "Be a good little Yami if you want to be, but you'll never really fit in the role, you're not really there with all of the goodness and light. You are dark and no matter how much you fake mannerisms that'll make you're little Hikari happy you'll never be excepted. Never!"

Marik turned and stalked off into the night. Bakura watched him and then shrugged, turning back towards the Bakura residence.

About halfway back to the house, Bakura heard a scream from the nearby alley. Turning towards it, he walked into the pitch black street o investigate.

//*\\

Whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll be there,

With open arms and open eyes.

Whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll be there,

I'll be there.

\\*//

It was Marik. He was angry, angrier than Bakura had ever seen it. And he had cornered a girl in the back of the dead-end alley, the millennium rod out and its knife end pointing towards her as he leered ever closer.

"Marik!" Bakura yelled, racing down the alley as he remembered when he had been in the girl's situation in Egypt. Except no one had helped him then. "Stop this, now!"

"Bakura, I didn't realize you would be coming down this way." Marik's voice was lazy, relaxed, and most definitely crazed. "I'm sure you remember Tea Gardner?"

The girl came forward to stand in the light, but still far enough away from Marik that she had maneuvering room. It was Tea.

"Bakura?" She asked, her voice soft and unsure.

"Yes, I'm back." Bakura took several steps towards Marik and stopped just in front of him. "Marik, I always warned you that you're anger would get the best of you one day."

"It hasn't yet," Marik said loftily. Then he slid to the ground unconscious, oblivious to the fact that Bakura had pinched the nerves in his neck.

"An ancient Egyptian trick, he'll be out for hours." Bakura turned back towards Tea who was now surveying him curiously.

"Why did you help me?" She demanded.

"Would you have preferred that I left you to Marik?"

"Not really."

"Then don't ask, just accept." Bakura turned and walked away. Then he turned back and called, "don't tell the Pharaoh about my part in this, just tell him that Marik got knocked out, ok?"

"All right, and thank you Bakura," Tea called and walked away.

Tea made no complaints about being asked to lie to her friends. In fact, she didn't even mention her friend at all. 'Maybe I'm not the only one who's changed.' Bakura mused on his way back home.

//*\\

Would you choose water over wine?

Hold the wheel and drive.

Whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll be there,

With open arms and open eyes.

Whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll be there,

I'll be there.

\\*//

So, what do you think? I really do believe that I did an ok job. I hope that you all like it, though. In addition, I would have gotten this out sooner except my Internet net was down and my dad took forever to fix it. *Glares at Internet link to computer and kicks it. Smoke rises from the computer as the words "die kitkatt" are heard from the speakers. I continue to glare at computer. *

Anywho, I hope that you will remember to REVIEW!! *Cackles evilly* thankie, and good bye.