Bakura tried to move away from the Egyptian, but he wouldn't let go. "NO! MINE!" Yarik screamed, hugging Bakura's arm close.

"Will you get him to let go?" Bakura asked, annoyed, trying to pull his arm away from Yarik.

"Please let go of Bakura, Yarik," Marik begged softly, flinching as Yarik yelped. "Don't bite him!" he exclaimed.

Yarik pushed Bakura away. "No Bakura-pretty! Bakura-MEAN!" he shouted, eyes burning.

Bakura hit against the wall, stunned. "Your fucking brother is nuts, Marik."

"You bit him!"

"Yeah, so?" Bakura asked, puzzled on why Marik was upset.

"You can't go biting him!" Marik walked over to Yarik uneasily. "Let me see where he bit you, Yarik."

Yarik held up his arm, red teeth marks marring the normally perfect skin. His eyes narrowed at Bakura. "You're mean."

Marik sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Well isn't this fun?" he asked sarcastically to himself.

"Hi," Yarik said shyly, smiling at Ryou.

"Um, hi," said the normally ignored younger brother. "I'm Ryou."

"Hello Ryou-lovely," he said charmingly, taking Ryou's hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

Ryou blushed bright red. "Uh, um, I-I..." he stuttered.

CRACK

Ryou fell backwards, Yarik whirled around, and Marik stepped back. All three stared at Bakura. "You're a little whore, Ryou."

Ryou gasped, trying to catch his breath, and avoiding his tears. He rubbed at his cheek where Bakura had struck him. "Y-yes, Bakura. I'd like to leave."

"Then go," he whispered.

Ryou jumped up and began rushing to the door. "ThanksforhavingmeMariksorryIhavetogo."

Marik and Yarik stared at Bakura. Bakura glared back at Marik. "So what's the plan to commit Yami?"

Marik shook his head, sighing. "I don't know."

"If you have a problem with the fact I smacked Ryou, just say so."

"I have a problem," Marik voiced softy, "with the way you just treated your brother."

Bakura put his fists on his hips and stared Marik off. "Just because I don't let my brother run around and do what he wants regardless of his safety and health doesn't make me a horrible brother, Marik. Maybe you and Pony-tail need to learn how to properly discipline your crazy twin."

Yarik narrowed his eyes at Bakura. "Who do you think you are? King of the world?"

"No. But I'm certainly not a stupid psycho Egyptian, now, am I?"

"Get the hell out of my house," Marik demanded. "Now!"

Bakura smirked at him. "I'll be back. Just watch."

Yarik hissed at Bakura as he led the other fair-colored boy out.

"Oh Yaaarik..." Marik muttered softly. "Why can't you be more sane?"

"Because then I'd be boring like you.