Hello all! Since school hasn't started yet I'll try to make daily updates until then.

Ahem, since I have nothing to say, we'll just do the disclaimer, done by Seto-chan today!

Seto: Don't call me that. YV doesn't own YuGiOh and never will.

YV: Thank you. Since you'll be staying here, meet my yami, Ryou, and Bakura!

Seto: So I'm stuck with a crazy authoress, her crazy yami, a psycho tomb robber and his host. Am I correct?

YV: Er, yes. Anyway, on with the next chapter!

Note: This will probably end up being Y/Y R/B and maybe M/M I haven't decided if I like that pairing or not.

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Adding Insult to Injury

Yami continued to glare at the tomb robber, trying to decide whether to strangle him or send him to the shadow realm. Because obviously this was his fault. Rule number one in Yami's mind was: If something goes wrong, blame the tomb robber.

Bakura returned his glares, and the glaring contest was interrupted only by the tiny chibi at Bakura's side. "'Ami I is hungry." He blinked sweetly and started to pull Bakura towards the kitchen. Yami followed.

"You even cursed your own hikari! Even I didn't think you'd sink that low."

Bakura turned around, strangely offended by this comment. "This is NOT my fault. If you're going to blame someone, blame my blasted Hikari!"

With that he stalked the rest of the way to the kitchen, scooping up the albino chibi as he went.

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The glaring contest of the two spirits resumed in the kitchen, only to be interrupted by another knock on the door.

Ryou peeked up from his bowl of sugary cereal. "I gets it!" He exclaimed, running down the hall towards the door and trying in vain to open the heavy door. He did however manage to turn the knob, which allowed Marik to get through, a chibi Malik in his arms, playing with the yami's hair. Marik looked ready to destroy and/or mutilate anything in his way.

Bakura smiled sarcastically at the chibi in Marik's arms. "Et tu, Malik?"

The chibi responded by whacking Bakura over the head with the Millennium Rod, then going back to tugging on Marik's hair.

"Apparently my Hikari's wishful thinking has affected all of them."

Yami glared. "Do tell."

So Bakura relayed the morning's events to the Pharaoh, somewhat grudgingly.

Yami looked him at disbelievingly. "Are you ALWAYS drunk?

"That is beside the point Pharaoh. The point is that this all Hikari's fault and now we're stuck with three chibi terrors."

"Terrors? What ever gave you that-" Yami crashed onto the floor, having tried to walk forward after a certain brown-eyed chibi had tied his shoelaces together. (A/N: I know Yami wears those boot things, but for the sake of the story we'll pretend.) His voice was muffled by the shag carpet. "Okay, maybe YOURS is a terror."

Bakura smiled at the guilty chibi. "I think we're gonna get along great."

He turned to Marik. "So, feel like causing terror as long as Pharaoh here is incapacitated?"

Malik gave the answer by smiling, climbing down from his yami's arms and making sure Yami was out cold, courtesy of the Millennium Rod.

Marik smirked at his chibified hikari. "I guess that's a 'yes'."

"Alright then." Bakura picked up Ryou and headed out the door, eager to cause large amounts of destruction. Marik followed suit.

As they left they failed to notice what looked like Seto running towards the Bakura residence with a chibi in his arms.

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Well, it isn't much longer, but it is longer. I hope you enjoyed!

Bakura: Can I send someone to the shadow realm now?

YV: I give up.

Review! Or I may be forced to LET Bakura send you to the shadow realm.