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Pharaoh Atemu.Bakura's mind voice was filled with ill-concealed rage. I want to talk to him.

Ryou sighed to himself. /Are you going to turn into a homicidal maniac again?/ This happened every single time Bakura saw Yami in control of the body he shared with Yugi.

No.Bakura's snarling reply did nothing to reassure his hikari. I just want to talk to him face-to-face. Please?he added sweetly, apparently realizing that he wasn't being very convincing.

Ryou tried not to roll his eyes. /You ask this every single time you see him. Remember what happened last time I let you out near the Pharaoh?/

Ah...no.

/Let me remind you, then. You pulled a knife out of that display in the kitchenware store and went after him./

Oh...that.

/Yes, that!/ Ryou was rightfully indignant. /So can I stop hiding in the Gap and go meet them now? You won't seize control of the body or anything?/ He was actually quite anxious to get out of the store. There were three girls from school in there, all of whom he'd refused to date.

Of course not, Ryou.Bakura sounded hurt. I haven't done that in a long time. I promised I wouldn't

/Right. It's only been six months since the last time you broke that promise./ Then, in an attempt to placate his dark: /I'll ask Yami to switch back with Yugi, all right?/

Excellent, the Pharaoh in midget form.

Ignoring Bakura's last sarcastic remark, Ryou marched determinedly out of the Gap and to the movie theatre's entrance. Everyone waved and smiled when they saw him. "Hey, Ryou!" Anzu said cheerfully. "We were worried you'd never get here!"

"Sorry, I forgot," Ryou apologized. He was carefully avoiding any eye contact with Yami, for fear that Bakura would go loony on him again. "What movie are we seeing?"

"We dunno yet," Jounouchi explained, grinning. "We can't agree on one."

"There is no way I'm seeing that romantic comedy," Honda stated flatly, crossing his arms.

"So you want to see one whose plot line is completely made up of explosions?" Mai asked distastefully. "Just like a man."

"Whaddaya think, Ryou?" Jou asked.

"Um..." Ryou really hated to make decisions like this. "I'm not sure..."

How about the one with the explosions?Bakura suggested hopefully.

"But I'm in the mood for a romantic comedy," Ryou finished.

"Awww," Honda groaned. "I should've known you'd side with the girls."

Me too,Bakura agreed in disgust.

"I'm not a girl," Malik objected. "I voted romantic comedy too."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Honda commented, eyeing Malik up and down. "I mean I forgot what you voted," he added quickly as Malik glared at him. "Not that you were a guy."

"Damn right," Malik muttered.

"C'mon, you guys," Yugi piped up. Ryou sighed in relief when he heard this, thankful that Yugi and Yami had the sense to switch back without him even asking. "We can see the movie we don't see now next weekend."

Bug-eyed, midget Pharaoh.

"Which means romantic comedy now," Honda said, in a way that indicated he was resigned to his fate. "If you didn't always vote with your sister, Jounouchi..."

"I wouldn't be a real good brother then, would I?" Jou replied with a grin, as Otogi elbowed Honda good-naturedly. Shizuka smiled at her brother.

What a lot of idiots,Bakura muttered.

"I do NOT look like a girl!" Malik suddenly said (nearly shouted) aloud. Everyone stared at him, startled. Malik glared around at them all. "When you have a madman listing all your feminine qualities in your head, then you can look at me like that!"

I know what you're thinking.

Ryou decided not to comment. It was a wonder that everyone else wasn't used to outbursts like that yet. Between Yugi, who sometimes laughed at things no one else could hear, Malik, who was arguably as crazy as his yami, and himself-well, they pretty much had a whole psychiatric ward of their very own.

There was general pandemonium as they lined up for tickets. Ryou edged toward the back of the line, since Yugi was at the front of it. One could never be too careful with a certain tomb robber.

I resent the implication, hikari dearest.

Suddenly, someone spoke, fairly loudly, right next to his ear. "Ry-chan!" Ryou whirled around in surprise. Somehow, he hadn't even noticed that Malik was behind him.

Malik, who had evidently switched from 'angry lunatic' mode to 'super friendly lunatic' mode, was beaming at him. "Ry-chan, it's been so long!" he exclaimed delightedly. Then he leaped at Ryou and hugged him.

That little-

Ryou had other things to worry about than his yami, however. For one, he suspected that Malik's intentions were not strictly platonic. This theory was supported by the fact that Malik's hand was on his butt.

Ryou tried to disentangle himself from the boa constrictor-like hug. Vaguely he realized that Bakura was debating with himself the best way to turn Malik into a eunuch.

Everyone else had bought their tickets, and were now staring at Ryou and Malik with the kind of morbid fascination with which some people stare at car wrecks.

"Well, he does that to everyone," Otogi offered lamely. Ryou wasn't sure if Otogi was trying to make him feel better, or just commenting for lack of anything better to do. Everyone else was nodding their heads, verifying Duke's statement. Well, almost everyone.

"He's never done that to me," Honda said, nearly sounding indignant.

Ryou wondered if he'd have to live the rest of his life with Malik attached. The other boy didn't seem inclined to let go.

"You have the best hair, Ry-chan," Malik informed him. "Except mine, of course!"

"Um, thank you," Ryou managed to gasp. He decided it was time for desperate measures. /'Kura, help!/

Of course!Bakura replied, only too happy to do so. Gleefully he took control of the body. He wrenched one hand out of Malik's death grip of a hug and smacked him across the face.

Malik let go...momentarily. He looked at Bakura for a second, then squealed, "Kura-chan! It's been even longer!" He wrapped a stunned Bakura in a hug identical to the one he'd just given Ryou. "I forgive you for slapping me, 'Kura-chan," he cooed.

/Oh, great,/ Ryou moaned.

Don't worry,Bakura replied grimly. I'll get rid of him.

/Um...okay,/ Ryou said, not sure whether this was really the best idea. /Just...nothing too violent, 'Kura./

Bakura didn't respond. Not a good sign.

Just at that moment, Malik decided to let go. Or rather, Yami Malik did, having just switched places with his other half. He was chuckling to himself. Also not a good sign.

Ryou became aware of the fact that his friends were all looking nervous. Which made sense, he admitted. Neither Bakura nor Yami Malik were known for their abilities to behave outside of a straitjacket. Both were, however, known for their pyromaniacal tendencies.

"Heh heh heh. That was fun, but I can't let you kill my light side, Tomb Robber," Yami Malik stated with a grin.

Up until that very moment, Ryou had forgotten who was public enemy number two on Bakura's list. Now he remembered, and could have strangled himself. /Bakura, don't do anything to him!/ he pleaded.

Don't worry, Ry-chan,Bakura assured him in a sugary voice.

/I'm worried already,/ said Ryou.

So suspicious,Bakura sighed, sounding much aggrieved. Then he smiled back at Yami Malik. Somehow, the sight of both of them smiling did nothing to help anyone become less anxious. "It's so nice to see you again," Bakura said.

"Yes, very pleasant," Yami Malik returned. His Cheshire cat smirk made Ryou want to close his eyes and scream. "Stolen anything good lately?"

"Not much." Bakura rolled his eyes. "You see, my hikari makes things like that rather difficult, I'm afraid."

/Bakura!/

Sorry, dear. But it's true.

"What a shame," Yami Malik replied. It was hard to tell whether he was sincere or not. Ryou noted that everyone else had fled into the relative safety of the movie theater. The 'safety' was merely because the movie theater was a space that Bakura and Yami Malik didn't happen to be occupying.

"Actually, now that we're both here, there's something I wanted to ask you about." Bakura's tone was light and conversational. /You sound like a couple of my aunts chatting,/ Ryou commented.

"Reeeeeally," Yami Malik asked with interest, his eyes and his grin both growing wider-something Ryou hadn't thought possible. Even Bakura flinched a little.

"Ah...yes." Bakura subtly averted his eyes. "You see, I need a body of my own."

/What?/ Ryou was very surprised. /Why are you asking him?/

Because, he's the only person who might know,Bakura answered irritably. Except the Pharaoh.Bakura's mental tone made it quite clear that he would rather be eaten by crocodiles than ask the Pharaoh.

"Don't we all," Yami Malik said fondly. "Why would that be?"

"Because I do," Bakura snapped, dropping the pretense of politeness. "I haven't had a body of my own for thousands of years, and now I'm stuck with a timeshare!"

"Oh?" Yami Malik arched one eyebrow. "Hmm. I can think of several things for which you'd need a body of your own..."

"If you know how, then tell me," Bakura said impatiently. "If you don't, you're useless to me."

Yami Malik stared at him for a full minute, not changing his semi-maniacal expression at all.

/What's he doing?/ Ryou asked, with a sort of horrified curiosity.

I have no idea. Maybe he died,Bakura suggested hopefully. He waved a hand in front of Yami Malik's face.

Yami Malik abruptly snapped out of it. "I know what you could do," he said quietly.

"You do?" Bakura asked him.

"Yes." Yami Malik's tone was solemn. "You could..."

"What?" Bakura demanded. "What?"

"Ask the Pharaoh!" Yami Malik burst out into hysterical evil laughter. Some passers-by shot him frightened looks. A mother with two young children quickly dragged her children past. One old lady let out a scream. Ryou hoped she wouldn't have a heart attack; Yami Malik had affected at least three other senior citizens that way.

/Uh-oh,/ Ryou said in a very small mind voice. The Millennium Ring had started to glow. Bakura was having a hard time controlling himself, Ryou could tell. /Um, 'Kura?/

Yes?Bakura asked, sounding very strained. Yami Malik was still having fits of laughter.

Please don't blow him up, Ryou thought to himself. Not in the mall. Of course, even Ryou had to admit that Yami Malik was pretty annoying.

Glad you think so,Bakura said, baring his teeth. He'll be splattered on the walls very shortly.The Millennium Ring glowed brighter.

/'Kura, don't!/ Ryou burst into Bakura's soul room and desperately did the only thing he could think of to distract the furious spirit. He leaped at him and tackled him.

Of course, Bakura's physical body wasn't affected, but he was definitely startled. Ryou!A second later, they both realized that Ryou's mental self was still on top of Bakura's. Well, this is nice,Bakura said, with a grin that rivaled Yami Malik's.

Ryou blushed. /That wasn't the point, 'Kura./

Yami Malik had stopped laughing, and was now looking at Bakura oddly. "What in the name of Ra are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing," Bakura said, waving a hand in dismissal. "You clearly don't know how to get me my own body. Go and watch the movie."

Yami Malik was taken aback. "Ah-but..."

Ryou, meanwhile, had gotten up (as it were, given that he wasn't actually physical). /Sorry, 'Kura,/ he apologized, embarrassed. /It was all I could think of to stop you.../

Feel free to stop me like that anytime,Bakura purred. Ryou made a hasty exit, and went back to his own soul room.

"I know how you can get your own body," Yami Malik finished triumphantly.

"What?" Bakura asked quickly.

/What?/ asked Ryou, amazed. /But then...why doesn't he use it for himself?/

Good question, hikari.Ryou found himself blushing again. "Then why don't you use it to get a body for yourself?" Bakura asked Yami Malik, narrowing his eyes.

"Heh heh heh," Yami Malik chuckled again. "It's very, very dangerous. You would risk the wrath of the gods, and death. Besides," he added, "It might not work, since I've never had a body that was just my own."

"Ah," said Bakura thoughtfully. "So, what is it?"

"It's at the museum," Yami Malik informed him. "An amulet from Egypt. It could probably be worked with the power of a Millennium artifact. I don't remember exactly where it is, but my light does."

/Don't let him out!/ Ryou cried, forgetting that he wasn't currently in charge of his body. But by the time Bakura echoed his words, it was too late.

"'Kura-chan!" Malik exclaimed. "I'm so glad you asked us!"

"Yes, yes," Bakura said, trying to shut the Tomb Keeper up. "Just tell me where it is."

"Fine, I will," Malik said, sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I think you all liked it better when I wasn't friendly."

"Get on with it," Bakura insisted.

Malik sighed again. "It's on the second floor, on the left side if you're facing the front of the museum. You take ten paces forward off the elevator, turn right, then twelve steps that way. It's in the middle display case. It's gold, shaped like a crocodile."

"Thank you very much, Malik," Bakura said, sounding sincere enough that Malik believed him.

"You're welcome, 'Kura-chan! And Ry-chan too!" Malik said brightly. Bakura threw himself out of the way of another hug. Malik laughed, and blew him a kiss instead.

"Oh, ah, Malik," Bakura said, "tell everyone else that we're very sorry that we had to miss the movie."

/We're going to the museum now?/ Ryou asked. /But it's closed, 'Kura./

Not an obstacle, dear,Bakura said. Ryou could picture the glint in his eye.

"I will!" Malik told him, and walked away.

He even walks like a girl,Bakura commented, watching him. Now, let's go.

/This seems like a bad idea,/ Ryou said warily.

I thought you wanted me to have my own body.

Ryou didn't point out that he was talking about breaking into the museum.

As Malik walked away, he asked Yami Malik, /Should I have told them more about that amulet?/

Do you mean, things like the fact that it's an amulet of Seth, god of destruction?/

/Yes, like that./

No, that's not overly important, I don't think.And they both burst into insane giggles.

Author's Note: Reviews are much appreciated!