Topazia: Wow! This was supposed to had been posted. Sorry for the wait guys! DSL died on me...'' Oh well, that's life. If something prevents me from updating for long preiods of times email me at inisha10aol.com. Whenever I get ready to post again I'll just email you, if you want me to that is...

Bakura: Don't read this chapter! It's disturbing beyond words!

Topazia: It probably seems that way because you can't finish a complete sentence without cursing!

Ryou's POV

I casually jumped over the back of the couch, landing gracefully next to my Yami with a thud. "Hey, what's up?" I muttered lazily.

Bakura did not answer me at first but instead continued the busy task of channel suffering before turning my way. "You, how the hell did you get in here if I locked you out yesterday?"

I snorted and kicked my shoes off. "I do have a window."

"You're afraid of heights so how the hell?" Bakura replied skeptically.

"Well dear Yami of mine's that can do no wrong..." I sneered sarcastically. "Remember last Christmas when you decided to make me string lights up on the roof?"

"Well, yeah, it was my favorite pranks." He grinned, seemingly proud of himself, the bastard.

"Of course you remember that Yami! And if you remember that then you should have no trouble remembering how the light cords mysteriously got tangled around my foot and how I was so suddenly pushed off the edge of the roof and left to dangle for half an hour."

"I didn't do all that!" he shouted.

"Yes you did! The neighbors called the cops and you sent them all to the shadow realm just so you wouldn't get caught!" I snapped.

"It might have happened something like that." He replied coolly and I growled.

"Look, whatever. I'm not staying long, I just came to change."

"And where do you think your going?" he turned back towards the TV, frowning a car insurance commercial; you know the one with the squirrels.

"If I wanted you to know I would have told you. Besides, your not the only one that keeps little secrets." I smirked and headed towards the stairs, leaving Bakura to his thoughts.

Of course Bakura was too noisy for his own good and his curiosity would eventually get the better of him. It didn't bother me, though, he was just like that. He'd come upstairs in a few moments demanding that tell him the meaning of my previous words.

The tables have turned; nothing Bakura could say or do would ruin my day today. Everything was going to be perfect. Walking to the other side of the room I kicked the door to my bathroom open and walked in.

Humming a soft tune to myself I turned the knobs of my shower and inhaled the deep mist that greeted me. I stepped in and slid the glass door close behind me. The warm water hit my back in soft rhythms that was pleasurable beyond words, causing a slight moan to escape my lips.

It's not everyday that I shower, so when I do take one it's almost like a treat. The heat enveloped me in it's warmth and I leaned into it, letting the water fall upon my like heated kisses trickling down my back. I froze suddenly, feeling the dark presence of Bakura in the room but as soon as I felt it, it seemed to ebb away, leaving me alone again.

Bakura's POV

Damn him! He's plotting against me, I just now it. He let his guard down long enough for me to sneak a peak into his bathroom. A soft moan reached me as the door was pushed open and I found the heat rising in my cheeks. Damn these feminine emotions. Such a soft sound arose such a stir deep within me that I found myself disturbed and wanting more at the same time.

I'd kill the pharaoh for what he's done to me. Movement from within the shower caused me to jump and rush from the room. I think he seen me oh well. Grumbling I descended the stairs, deciding that spying on my light while he was in the shower wasn't on of my brightest ideas.

"Hey Bakura." I spun around with a shriek and fell on my bottom. Cursing my eyes traveled up to the person before me and narrowed.

"Marik, can I help you or is pissing me off on your list of things to do today?" I snapped as he helped me to my feet.

He chose to ignore my question by changing the subject, much to my annoyance. "I've never noticed how much your breast jiggled until you fell." He stated, smirking at my blush.

Damn pervert! Him and Malik both! Growling my hands balled into fist and I swung aiming for the left side of his face. "Do you think I don't know that? Stop fucking reminding me!"

The blonde just chuckled and stumbled back, caressing his cheek. "So what were you doing in Ryou's room, huh?" he inquired, an eyebrow raised.

I looked away, refusing to meet the other's eyes. What was I doing in there? Ra knows that if I really wanted to interrogate the twerp I could just jump him after he got out of the shower. Something told me that curiosity led me to spy on the boy. "What does it matter? He's my light, I can do what I want."

Marik smiled and tilted his head slightly. "So, how do you feel about your light Bakura?" he asked, a finger resting beneath his chin. "Do you love him?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snapped. I felt like I was in a confession booth. "I don't love him." I pointed towards the stairs for emphasis.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Are you deaf, stupid or both? I said no." I snapped.

"Are you stupid, stubborn, or blind?" he replied and I growled in return.

"What's with all the damn questions? What do you want?" he was pissing me off, could you tell?

"So you don't love Ryou. If that's the case then you won't mind if Malik takes him off your hands." He studied my face for a moment.

My mouth opened and closed slightly for a while, unsure of what to say. "You'd just let Malik go like that?" I stated. Maybe he was crazier than I thought. He and Malik were made for each other! Hell, you could barely tear them apart as it is.

"Me and Malik..." he muttered with a seductive purr. "We like to share." He winked at me and I frowned. That sentence disturbed me in more than one ways.

"If you touch a single hair on him Malik will have to dig up your mutilated remains in the darkest depths off the shadow realm. That is if there are remains after my man eater bug is through with you." I glared my sharpest pair of daggers.

"You're really serious about this aren't you?" Marik stepped back, his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean for you to get so bent out of shape."

The door upstairs creaked open and Ryou's head poked out into the hallway. "Yami? Are you all right? I heard you yelling." He replied stepping out to lean over the rail of the second floor.

My glare faded and I mouth hung open. That damn brat could have at least put some clothes on. His hand clung lightly to the white towel around his waist, as if to silently tease me. Damn I hate being a girl.

His hair, which was still dripping wet from his shower, clung to his face and he looked down at me, his eyes half lidded in a smile that screamed molest me! "Something wrong Bakura?"

"Ryou, where's your broom and dustpan?" Marik asked pleasantly and the boy frowned, tilting his head to the side.

"In the kitchen next to the refrigerator, why?"

The blonde chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Kura needs to pick up his jaw. I think it shattered when it hit the ground." Marik snickered, closing my mouth for me.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"What the fuck does that look you gave Ryou supposed to mean?"

"I don't know you tell me since you know every fucking thing!"

"Oh I could tell you...but I won't."

"Then stop bring up the subject, jackass!"

"Oh but Bakura dear, it is you that started molesting Ryou with yours eyes!"

"Yeah, but you didn't have to comment on it!"

Pause...

"So! You admit to staring!"

"Shut up Marik!"

"Oh don't get mad because I'm right!"

Mad? Who's mad? This is me fucking happy!"

Ryou blinked and leaned over the rail of the second story, resting his head on the palm of his hand. "You should really watch your language Bakura, it's unbecoming of a lady." My light replied lazily.

I flipped him off them turn around. "Bite my thick, round, female ass!" I sneered while pointing.

"I would dream of it! You're so violent it might bite me back!" Ryou snapped and I glared.

"You want a piece of me?" I snapped.

"Do your worst Bakura I'll just outrun you!" I watched as he stomped back off into the room seriously debating whether to follow. If I did follow I could beat the snot out of him. But then if I did, Marik would totally twist the situation with his pornographic mind.

I turned my glare back to Marik who seemed to be staring everywhere but at me. "Why are you still here?"

"Why are you still a girl? Oh yeah, I forgot you still haven't submitted to your feelings for your light." The Egyptian retorted. Did he have an answer for everything?

"Marik, what did I tell you 'bout your mouth?"

"Looks who's talking, after all the obscene words that then slanted out of your mouth. It's a same before Ra I tell you!" He waved a fist in the air then brought his hand down to roughly slap my chest. "Repent!"

I yelped stumbling backwards, my hands going up to cover myself protectively. "You son of a..." My vision suddenly faded to red and I pounced on the boy pinning him to the ground with my hands at his throat.

"Watch me get out of this one." He smirked.

"I'd like to see you try!" I hissed firmly planting myself on his chest, my legs on either side of his body. If he did manage to get free from my nails he'd have to deal with my feet next.

Strong hands suddenly reached of to rest on my hips caressing them softly. "Oh Kura, that feels so good." The idiot moaned and I blinked.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, freezing when I recognized the position we were in. "Stop it! You let me go before Ryou walks in and catches us like this!" I hissed. That's the last thing I wanted.

"Why? It's not like you care or anything." He replied and my mask of stubbornness once again crept back onto my face.

"I don't care. I don't give a damn to tell the truth. You're just making me uncomfortable." At least that part was true.

"Liar!" he hissed, grabbing on to my hip to hold me in place while the other rest on my shoulder. "Harder! Harder!" he yelped and I glared, struggling against his iron grip on my leg.

"Stop it! Let me go you sick freak!" I flung my arms at him but my attempts proved in vein as he blocked all of them. How embarrassing.

"Tell the truth then." He replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You know you like Ryou."

"Hell no I don't!"

"Oh Bakura!"

"Bitch!"

The door swung open to Ryou's room swung open and sure enough the boy stepped out, fully clothed in baggy pants and a white and blue-stripped shirt. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his eyes wide.

Marik quickly knocked me off and sat up, sheepishly rubbing his head. "It was Bakura's fault. He tried to rap me! He's desperate Ryou..."

Ryou's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally shook his head furiously. "Look, I don't even want to know what went on here. Can we please just go? We were supposed to me Malik five minuets ago!" He descended the steps quickly.

Marik stood and dusted himself off before shrugging. "Fine by me, I was waiting on you."

Yami's POV

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Maybe Bakura's transformation wasn't such a good idea. The fool was too stubborn to submit to his feeling and now he would pay.

My eyes traveled to a black and sliver hourglass, where blood red trickled into the bottom half. Time was running our ever so slowly...

"What are you looking at Yami?" Yugi asked from behind me. He draped his arms around my neck, nuzzling my cheek softly. "You seem worried."

"It's the hour glass." I replied. "The sand grains are almost gone." I shook my head dismally.

"Is that so bad? Just flip it over." He tried to pick it up, only to find that it wouldn't move.

"You can't do that Yugi. Once the sands of time have been turned there is no way to turn them back." I explained softly.

"What does it mean?"

"The hourglass represents Bakura's being. It means that if he hasn't admitted to his feelings within three days, he'll be stuck in his current form forever..."

Topazia: Lol! This is fun! Let the torment continue! Give me about four days to post again. I got band pratice...'