MD: *blinks* Wow. I don't think I've ever gotten 14 reviews for one chapter before……………COOL!

Q&A:

Krmpy:

MD: Well, you see, there was supposed to be one more chapter to Chibi Light. But I ran into block, so I just started the sequel.

Lady Silver Dragon I:

MD: Hey, I've seen you before! You review Sky's fics, don't you?

Malik: Great, it's one of those crossover nuts.

MD: *whacks*

Malik: T__T

MD: *gasp* I'm sorry! *huggles*

Malik: ^__~

MD: Anyway, there will sorta be a plot, about as much as the last one. Except this time, you guys get a Halloween chapter instead of a school one! *whacks self* Shouldn't have said that. But there's other differences too. This also gives me a chance to write Bakura-sama angst. Think of Chibi For A Day's Chibi Bakura.

MD: I've no more room for this, so, thanks to the rest of you reviewers! Hope Natina shows up soon Shadow's Girl12! *mutters* Well, not really, but….wait a sec, why isn't MY yami making sarcastic comments? Oh Ra. *runs off*

Next Chapter!

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déjà vu anyone?

Inside the house the air was heating up, energy particles nearly visible in their intensity. Bakura's head was beginning to ache. Spirits don't get headaches, moron. He told himself. But the pain continued to intensify. His crimson eyes slid out of focus, as he collapsed on top of his already unconscious hikari.

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Malik rubbed his head, trying in vain to sit up in spite of the pain. Oh Ra, this is worse than any hangover I've EVER had. Including that time when Bakura hooked up beer to the school drinking fountain…

Realizing that if he let his mind wander it might not come back, he pulled himself back to the problem at hand: figuring out how to get off of the floor. Then he could figure out what was clinging to him. Pushing himself up, he turned to solve the second problem…and promptly passed out again.

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Yugi felt a nudge at his side. Sleepily he rolled over, mumbling "Five more minutes." The nudging persisted, until he rolled over, trying to get rid of the source. Needless to say, Yugi was not a morning person.

Crimson eyes gazed into his. "Aibou wake up." The little Pharaoh insisted. As soon as Yugi sat up, yawning all the while, his Yami tugged at his shirt and pointed across the room. Yugi saw Ryou in the corner, what looked like a white lump curled up on his chest. Seto was in a heap on the couch, his yami asleep by his feet. And Malik appeared to be more unconscious than asleep, Marik still with a grip on his arm.

Yugi's eyes widened considerably. "WHAT is going on here?"

Yami shrugged. "I dunno. But that's Seito. He plays with me."

"But were- aren't you the Pharaoh?"

"My dad says I will, but not yet."

Yugi stared at the five year old. Even this young, he was already cocky, grinning as he spoke to Yugi.

"Do you know those other boys?" Yugi asked, wondering how many memories Yami had.

He nodded. "That's Marik," he said, pointing. "He's not very nice. (A/N: I KNOW that Marik isn't a spirit, but to make things easier for me let's pretend that he is.) An' that's Bakura. He's pretty shy."

If you searched the entire dictionary, in any language, no word would be less suitable for the tomb robber. Yet the white-haired chibi did seem rather quiet, curled up in a ball, the tip of his thumb tucked in his mouth.

"He does look shy."

Yami nodded. "Uh huh. Nobody plays with him, 'cause he's got white hair an' his dad's mean. Sometimes Marik talks to him though."

"Hmm." Yugi tried to think of the world the way his Yami thought it was: Ancient Egypt. And unless they suddenly got some money for plane tickets, his yami was going to be very confused very soon.

Nearby Bakura opened his eyes cautiously. He probably overslept again. Dad was gonna be mad. It didn't matter though, nobody wanted to play with him.

The ground rolled underneath him, sending him crashing onto the ground. Yup, definitely time to get up. A boy rolled over to look at him. "'Kura?"

Bakura blinked. Only his mother had called him that. Maybe this boy wasn't mad at him. Well, it was worth a try. "Will you be my friend?"

Ryou looked confused. "Well, su- 'Kura, what happened to you?" He swept the small boy up, examining not only his small size but also the scar on his wrist.

"Oh. My dad was mad at me." Was this boy really concerned for him?

Ryou sat in thought for a moment. "'Kura, do you know me?"

The boy shook his head. "No, but I like you."

"Well, you can call me Ryou."

The future tomb robber smiled happily. "Okay Ryou-chan! We can be friends!"

Ryou smiled at his energetic yami. "Okay."

"Hey look! It's Marik! He's fun sometimes." Bakura explained.

The afore mentioned chibi didn't pay attention to the voices. He was busy trying to wake the boy. He didn't know much about him, just that he was his. He didn't know how he knew that either, he just did.

He glared at the approaching boys. "Mine."

Ryou raised an eyebrow.

"Mine." Marik insisted, grabbing the boys arm again for good measure.

"Okay, he's yours. Don't you think we should wake him up?"

Marik thought about this. "Okay." He allowed them to step closer.

Ryou went with the tried-and-true method. "Malik!" He said, "Some guy's trying to steal your motorcycle!"

Malik shot up, and would have run out the door had Ryou not been prepared. He kept one foot pressed firmly on Malik's ankle. "Are you awake now?" He asked sweetly.

Malik, recognizing the ruse, glared into the carpet.

"Sulk later, deal with him now." Ryou pointed to the chibi, who was now clinging to his arm, muttering 'mine' every so often.

Not caught by surprised this time, Malik only blinked. "Oh." He said, somewhat dazed. "Is there breakfast here somewhere?"

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Malik: Is MD back yet?

Ryou: No. She's still looking.

Malik: She's been gone for three hours.

Ryou: Obviously, she's very dedicated to her yami.

Malik: Could've fooled me.

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