Disclaimer:checks her watch: Nope, still don't own Yu-gi-oh.

Author's Note: This is just a filler chapter, with some more Bakura X Shizuka goodness and suggested naughtiness. Any suggestions for future installments are accepted with open arms and a bow-tied offering of Lays Potato Chips, cause everyone needs a Lay.


The room was dark, a feeble light sputtering in from the hallway through the half-closed door. The window was open, letting in a crisp, sweet-smelling breeze and the sounds of nocturnal street-life. Shizuka shivered lightly and snuggled closer to her white-haired companion, seeking his warmth and strength and pleasant scent.

The day had left her feeling spent, as it usually did when she visited the cemetery. Her crying had left her weak and tired, and for a while, only Bakura's strong arms had kept her standing. He had noticed her state and offered to let her stay the night, since she lived all the way across town. After a quick call to Anzu for permission, she had allowed herself to be led back to his quiet apartment.

He had even agreed to let Anzu come over, though she had yet to arrive. Shizuka felt a little sad about that, since the hour was late, but she pushed it aside. After all, once this was all over, she would have Anzu all to herself, and she would never be alone again.

After lending the girl some warm clothes and ordering take-out, he had questioned her extensively about Anzu's plans and what her own role was. He had been surprised when he heard what Anzu had planned for the girl, and silently applauded; Anzu seemed to know what she was doing, which was another shock to him.

Never thought she had it in her, he mused as he watched the girl calmly answering all of his questions. She never seemed to notice that his eyes had not returned to their normal, calm brown, and that his speech was not always as polite as it should be. He was being as careless as he had been during Duelist Kingdom, but he was not worried.

Shizuka was the master of ignoring things she did not like or understand. She had failed to accept the fact that her brother was dead for an entire month, and it had not been pretty when the situation finally struck her.

He had been intrigued about the plan but made little comment. He would approach Anzu with his proposal when the time was right. It would be pointless to mention anything to Shizuka, and potentially detrimental; he did not know how well the girl could keep her mouth shut, considering she had blabbed all of Anzu's plans to him.

Bakura pulled the little kit closer and rested his chin atop her head, one hand stroking her back gently. She made a small sound and nuzzled him, half-asleep. She was warm and soft, so trusting…

She should be easy to manipulate. Anzu, on the other hand, may prove…difficult.

"Shizuka-chan?" he asked quietly, skillfully imitating his yadonushi's meek tone. His eyes shone maliciously.

"Mmm?"

"Why are you helping Anzu-chan?"

She pulled away and looked up at him, frowning slightly at the look in his eyes. She dismissed their odd coloring as a trick of the light and her drowsy mind.

"I don't understand…"

"Is companionship so important to you that you are willing to kill for it?"

Her eyes dropped to focus on an invisible spot on his shirt. She did not respond.

Crimson eyes narrowed, mouth twisting in a wordless snarl. He tightened his grip until Shizuka let out a soft squeal.

"Answer Me…"

"Onii-chan…"

"No."

"But…"

"No."

She closed her eyes, tears leaking out. "Yes," she answered simply. "I…don't want to be alone anymore. I-it's his fault that onii-chan is gone, and that I was left all alone. Anzu-san will stay with me and protect me, and all I need to do is help her. I…I don't want to be alone, Bakura-san…" She sounded almost as if she meant it.

Shizuka was surprised when she felt cool lips press to her cheeks, tongue lapping her tears away. She opened her eyes and stared at Bakura; he was so close, his breath chilling her skin. His eyes were a deep red – he must have allergies – his hair wild and untamed – he never brushed it after being out in the wind – and he was…very attractive. She had always seen him as such, but the feeling had never grown so intense. Something about him, in this very moment, made him so desirable that she could not repress the blush spreading across her cheeks.

Neither noticed the door opening fully, the hall light being turned off, and Anzu standing in the doorway, eyes lidded.

"What…"

"Ssh." He lifted a pale finger to her lips. "You want to kill ou-sama, do you?" He did not bother to disguise his voice anymore, and Shizuka gave a violent start as memories of the first duel of the Battle City finals flooded her mind. She squirmed, but he held her fast, eyes boring into her.

Anzu tensed, fingers closing around something resting at her hip.

Hn. The little vixen is sending this frightened, fragile little bird to take down prince-sama? He took in her trembling form, crimson eyes laughing. The vixen has something else up her sleeve, that much is obvious. I must find out what it is. After all, when prince-sama finally falls, I must be there, to claim what is rightfully Mine. It has been paid for with the blood of My people, and he sullies it with his very presence! I will snatch it from him as I watch the dying light in his eyes, and I will laugh, and they will laugh with Me.

He pushed himself up and settled his lithe body across hers, one hand stroking her cheek, the other propping himself up so that he did not crush her with his weight. He smiled down at her, fangs poking out, and reveled in the frightened look in her eyes. She squirmed again, but she had nowhere to go.

Anzu took a step forward, her teeth clenched.

Shizuka whimpered.

"Nothing would delight Me more than watching ou-sama breathe his last breaths." They howled in his mind with glee as they thought of Pharaoh pinned to a wall, broken and bleeding and begging for release. He barked a laugh and bent his head, roughly claiming her soft lips.

Anzu relaxed, arm falling back to her side casually. A smile flitted across her face as she realized her pet had drawn a very powerful ally into their ranks. She was already proving her worth.

Crimson eyes rose and met crystal blue.

Anzu smiled again and approached the bed, languidly crossing her arms and lifting her shirt away from her body.

Soon, Yuugi…soon, you will find your foundations crumbling beneath you, and no one will be there to stop your fall.