I really should get the next chapter for "Ryou's Rants" done but I'm so lazy -_______-;; This story isn't going to be to long, just about 5-7 chapters. The long one is going to be for my Angle/Devil fic coming to a fanfiction.net near you! Ummm, nothing much to say except it's got yaoi (don't like, don't read, but you should be more open minded about gay stuff), and it contains fluff, arguments, Bakura's dirty mouth, and SUGAR HIGH MARIK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!!!!!!! Yeah... Anyways, please review!

Disclaimer: If you think I own Yugioh, you're more insane than I am, and I don't mean that in a god way...

I'M SORRY!

Chapter 1: Malik, I'm movin' in!

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALL MY FAULT?!?!?!?' yelled a very peeved Bakura.

'YOU HEARD ME! I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR 2 HOURS, THEN I COME BACK AND SEE YOU-YOU-ARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' screamed Ryou throwing everything in reach, which was; a table lamp, a few books, two china plates, and a 4,529 paged encyclopedia. For a kid who was never in any sports team, he had a VERY good accuracy.

"Well you can't blame me for having a little fun!' yelled Bakura while trying to dodge everything that Ryou was throwing at him. He dodged one of the china plates. Everything else fell on mark. 'OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!'

'FUN!?!?!?!? YOU DID THAT FOR FUN!?!?!?!?' screeched Ryou trying to bash the TV complete with VCR and DVD player over a certain yami's head.

'I didn't mean it Ryou, honest!' Bakura said cowering from the extremely mad hikari that looked like he would destroy anything in his path. Bakura was suddenly very thankful that he was already dead.

'Get out of my house.' hissed Ryou venomously. 'I never want to see you again!'

'FINE!' snapped Bakura starting to get angry himself. 'I'LL LEAVE IF MY PRESENCE IS SO ANNOYING TO YOU!!' and with that, he stomped over to the door wrenched it open, stepped outside, and slammed shut with so much force that one of the pictures on the walls fell down.

When Bakura was gone, Ryou walked over to the fallen picture, flipped it right way up, and stared at it. Ironically it was a picture of them together at a picnic under sakura (cherry blossom) trees. When Ryou saw the picture, he couldn't help but cry. 'Why Bakura, why? You said you loved me...'

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'Stupid hikari.' muttered Bakura, as he walked down a random road. 'Gets angry over such a small thing.' But in his heart he knew that is WASN'T a small thing and it was all his fault-not that he would admit it to anyone. He was aware of the constant glances he was receiving from the people around him, but it stopped after his famous "Look-at-me-again-and- you'll-suddenly-find-all-your-insides-missing" glare. Since he left the house, there was only one place for him to go-Marik and Malik's house. They were the only friends he had besides Ryou. Which was pretty sad if you thought about it. So, after ten minutes in the freezing outside, he finally reached the Ishtar resistance.

Knock. Knock.

'Bakura!' it was Malik who answered. 'What are you doing here?'

'Gee, I don't know, maybe I suddenly liked freezing my ass off, and knocking on random people's doors all of a sudden!' Bakura snarled at Malik.

'Sorry!' Malik held up his hands defensively. 'By the way, would you like to come in?'

'Nah, I think I'll just freeze in to a yami popsicle. OF COURSE I WOULD YOU IDIOT!!!!!' Bakura yelled. On top of everything that had happened to him so far, his temper had gotten A LOT worse.

'What crawled up YOUR ass and died?' Malik asked frowning. Then he stepped aside and Bakura practically ran inside. 'Is it THAT cold outside?'

'Hmm, let's see, if my hands are practically falling off, and my lips are blue, I'll say, yeah.' Bakura said sarcastically.

Then Marik showed up. Wearing a tutu.

'Umm,' Bakura said his eyes twitching. 'Do I REALLY want to know why you're wearing that?'

'We~ll,' Malik said giggling. 'We had a little bet...'

Marik glared at his hikari. 'Trust you to think of the most impossible thing known to mankind.' He growled. 'Do you know how utterly hard it is to be that damn pharaoh's slave for a week!?!?!?'

Malik grinned. 'He snapped after Yami told him kiss his shoes.'

Bakura shuddered at the mental image.

'By the way,' Marik asked. 'Why are you here?'

'I kinda had a little argument with Ryou, and I need a place to crash for a few weeks....' His voice trailed off hoping he was aloud to stay.

'Of course you can stay!' squealed Malik. Malik squealing was a very disturbing image. 'What are friends for.'

'Yeah, friends when we're plotting to over throw the pharaoh, torturing, killing, stealing, and taking over the world, but total enemies besides that, and are constantly trying to steal each others millennium items.' muttered Bakura.

Marik grinned. 'What are friends for.'

Done the first chapter! The second one's called "Don't Make Isis Mad!" It should be done in about 1 or two weeks. Try to guess what Bakura did to make Ryou so mad. I'll give you a hint: If I was Ryou, I'll get mad too. So would nearly anyone. Yugi would yell, scream, or cry if Yami did that. R+R!