Bakura locked the front door while switching all the lights off. He jumped two at a time up the steps silently and saw the light to Hotaru's room on. A fine white eyebrow perked and the spirit went to investigate.

He saw Ai with her arms wrapped around Hotaru's waist with her face buried in the fine spiky white hair. Hotaru was curled up with her back to Ai's chest and was clutching her pillow. The schoolbooks the two had been studying from were scattered around them along with papers and pencils.

Bakura rolled his eyes and covered them with a blanket before leaving the room. He entered the master bedroom to see Ryou step out of the bathroom.

"I knew you wore my bathrobe." The spirit said when Ryou looked at him.

"It's comfy." The near-albino declared.

"Because it's two sizes too big."

The Britain shrugged and disappeared into the closet.

"Ai's sleeping over apparently, did you even know she was here?" Bakura asked his spouse who came out in a pair of cream satin pants.

"She is? That girl is a ninja, I swear." Ryou muttered before climbing underneath the covers.

"I think she climbed up into the window again."

"That or Hotaru somehow got her into the house." Ryou muttered from his book.

Bakura snorted, "you know, for some odd reason, I find their relationship cute. And I find things to be cute once in a blue moon."

"Yes, it is cute, how long do you think before Ai proposes."

"A year or two. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if she's like her parents who waited four years before getting hitched."

"She was adorable in that little gown of hers. I still can't believe you let her sit on your lap." Ryou smiled and turned off the light.

"Ai is my niece and it was the least I could do seeing as how you were as a big as a house." He got smacked for this, "watch it little one, or you're likely to be put to sleep in about an hour."

"I'm so scared." Ryou challenged before he was pulled under the covers.

Hotaru and Ai watched as Bakura shuffled down the next morning with a small limp. They watched him walk over to the coffee pot before turning back to their schoolbooks.

"I'm surprised, Dad says you hardly ever let Uncle Ryou have top – ow, sweet, that hurts." Ai muttered the after part when Hotaru kicked her under the table.

Bakura stared at the two before mumbling something that sound suspiciously like 'damn adolescence'.

Ryou then came down and watched his husband walk into the living room.

"What did you say to him?" Ryou questioned.

"Just the fact that he's a stingy bastard when it comes to being on top. Hotaru if you don't stop kicking me I won't help you with you biology class." Ai threatened the pale girl.

"What you mean sleeping with my professor, no thanks Hon, I can do just fine it that class without your help." Hotaru questioned her girlfriend.

"You two have an odd relationship." Ryou muttered while heating up the kettle.

"'We' have an odd relationship, look at Akira and Hathor, those two are always at each others throats." Hotaru muttered.

"Or in them." Ai added on.

"Too true."

Ryou smiled at his daughter and 'niece', "yes well, considering how none of you are related but call us all by 'Uncle' then, you are all odd."

"Hey!" The two women shouted.

"Come on Bakura, it's just a small get together from high school. You have to come, you went there for a year as well." Ryou was trying to convince his spouse to go to their high school reunion. Key word there, 'trying'.

"Hell no, I refuse to, those people will just put on that act again and it will make me want to kill them."

"Bakura."

Oh crap, the 'wobbly and wide' eyes. Bakura's worst nightmare, and Ryou was using them.

"Fine, but one word from that bastard Mamoru and I'll kill him."

"Deal." Ryou kissed him on the cheek and went to grab their coats. Hotaru was waiting patiently with her hunter green trench coat Seto had made for her. It wasn't like his that defied gravity, but it complimented her figure well.

"Lets go."

Ryou opened the door and stood to the side while Bakura carried in their daughter on his back.

"Damn, she may look light, but she isn't." Bakura complained and Ryou laughed slightly.

"Put her on the couch, we'll call it a night then."

Aaaah! This has to be my worst chapter! I'm soooooooo sorry! I have no ideas and Lauren and Tasha both gave up on Anime, damn them. Oh well. Anyway, If you guys could, give me some rational ideas for the next chapter, mainly Marik and Malik but you guys could include other in it. All I need are some basic ideas.

Also, look for my new story which will explain how Jou and Seto got to be a couple, it will probably called Meant To Be: Book One. Book two will be Yuugi and Yami and then it goes in the order I did the first four chapters, those that were based on a couple. I'm pretty positive the next chapter of this story will be the last; this was really intended to be a one-shot. Oh well. Anyway, review and provide ideas! Good ones, not just mindless fluff, even though mindless fluff is what this story was....shhhh....

Mandapandabug- hehe, yeah I know that Jou would never hurt his baby girl, but it was needed.... well, not really, but I needed to have a moment where Seto and Keiko could show they had a father daughter bond. Something neither of her parents truly had. Enjoy this crappy chapter please!

Aihoshi- I was considering it, but, I thought, well, I can't have all homosexual pairings, and besides I am not an Anzu basher, I'm a Tea basher. The Japanese Anzu is so much better then Tea, in reality, the dubbers made Tea into a ditz, she isn't in the Japanese version. But, in the story I'm working on that I explained up there, they are for a little, but it's just a high school fling.

Megaotaku- I know it was a little weird. Thank you for the compliment!

Killian- Here ya go!

Yami-loverOB1- are you stalking me, or did you just want to know what happened to them? I think it's both...hehe...

DMG/Hikaru- sorry, your name is too long for me to bother typing. Glad you liked it!

Nite Nite- ....Jou this is my shirt!

Bast4- I'm so sorry I didn't answer that question from your last review. Our band is doing John Rutter music, yes, we know he's a choral writer, but the music is soooo pretty. I play Clarinet at the moment, and am accused of squeaking by Siegmund! (he's a mellophone player) Actually, Friday was our first game we played for. Sitting on a bus for three hours sucks.... Most definitely.