Hey, hi, and hello, this is the third installment of Agent Yin Yang, which was formerly known as Agent Ice Angel. If you haven't already read the revisions to chapters 1 & 2, then I suggest you do so. Chapter 1 has quite a few revisions, chapter 2 not so much.

This chapter has a bit of fluffy angst in it, but it's not too bad. This chapter is going to show more depth into Ryou's character. Trust me, I have my reasons.

DISCLAIMER: Ahh! My turquoise pony just ate it!

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We stayed up 'till three in the morning, just talking about things. Harry, Ron, and Hermione told me about their adventures in school from their first year all the way to the middle of their fourth year when I noticed that Harry was getting a little bit sad.

Before they could continue, I made an act of just realizing what time it was.

"Aw, Ryou, you can't possibly be sleepy," Ron said through a yawn.

I had noticed very early in my missions, that if a person is aware of the time, they subconsciously try to go to sleep. It works every time. "Well, if I'm not mistaken, I think you just yawned, Ron," I pointed out.

Harry laughed. "Yeah, it's getting late. Hey, let me walk you to your room, Ryou."

Not knowing what it was he wanted, I agreed. Once we got to the door to my room, Harry pulled me aside and said, "Thanks."

"For what?"

"You're sharper then you look," he commented. "You could tell that the subject was getting personal, and you got them to back off. Thanks."

"Wow, he's sharper then he looks," Bakura said impressed.

"You're welcome," I blushed. "I would like to know what happened, but if you're not comfortable with saying it, then it's okay."

"Really?" he asked. "Hey, Ryou, why are you so polite? I've been wondering this for a while."

"Oh, well, in Japan, everyone is either overly polite, or overly rude and vulgar. I decided that it was better to be polite then rude," I honestly replied. "And it's also considered rude to pry into someone else's past if they don't want to tell."

After a few moments, Harry said, "Well, thanks. I have a copy of a magazine, The Quibbler, that explains what happened at the end of my fourth year. I'll let you read it. And I'll tell you about what happened last year, but . . . there are a few sore spots I'll avoid for a while."

"Really, you don't have to," I insisted. "When you want to tell me, I'm available, but I won't pry."

"Thanks," he said again. "You know, I hope you're in Gryffindor." With that, he left to go back to his own room.

I walked into my room and flopped down onto my bed. "That was fun," I muttered.

Materializing next to me on the bed, Bakura asked, "What was fun?"

I glanced at him and said, "Staying up so late talking."

"And that's fun how?"

"I haven't had anyone to stay up late talking to since . . ." Bakura heard the slight pain in my voice and pulled me into a hug.

" . . . since Domino City, right?"

" . . . Yeah." I laid my head on his shoulder and he tightened his grip on me. "They were the first friends I've ever had," I whispered.

"I know. But I'll always be here for you," he reminded me.

"But you're not Malik or Yugi. Hell, even Marik and the Pharaoh were fun to be around." Bakura started to lightly run his fingers through my hair when he realized I was crying.

"This isn't fair to you, Ryou," he said, just as quietly as I had. "They move you around so much you never get the chance to make real friends, and when you do, you can't tell them your real identity."

"It's better this way," I said, trying to convince him through my tears. "I'm the best agent they have. If I get too grounded, then I become a hazard. If I get friends and they get into danger, then that also poses a problem."

"And you don't want any problems like that," he muttered. "You don't want anyone or anything to compromise your missions."

"I don't want to put anyone in danger," I corrected. "I would have done anything for Malik or Yugi. I would have even blown my cover for them. In fact, I came so close, so often. It's better that I was reassigned."

"Your tears say otherwise," Bakura whispered.

And it was true; tears were still streaming down my face onto his shoulder.

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Seven thirty in the morning I woke up, still with Bakura's arms around me.

Blinking my eyes blearily, I managed to pry his arms off. I knew he was already awake, but he was thoughtful enough to let me sleep in a bit. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that he's a dark spirit.

"You really shouldn't be awake yet," he said. "You didn't fall asleep until close to five."

"A little coffee and I'll be fine." I rubbed my eyes and tried to suppress a yawn.

"Lay back down, Ryou, I'll go and get you some coffee," he offered.

"Act grumpy or I'll castrate you," I demanded into my pillow as he walked out the door. I know he had a smirk on his face. I just know it.

Five minutes later, when he walked back into the room, I had fallen back asleep. He contemplated waking me up, but decided to instead put a charm on the coffee to keep it hot while I slept.

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About three hours later, someone knocked at the door and woke me up. " . . . huh?"

I could hear Bakura laughing through our link as he vanished from sight. "I think that was the door, Ry," he managed to say.

"Ugh." I got up and opened the door with my hair sticking out in all directions. "Early. Need coffee," I answered the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione just stared at me for a few seconds before they burst into fits of laughter.

"It's not that early," Hermione said through her laughter. "And besides, someone downstairs said they saw you get up at about seven."

"Yeah," I said. "I got up, got a pot of coffee . . . and I must have fallen asleep again before I drank it."

"Well, would you mind if we came in?" Harry asked.

"Uhh, sure, come on in. But be warned," I said in a dangerous voice. "Before my coffee, I am evil."

This brought out more laughter from the three as I picked up the pot of coffee and took a sip right out of the pot. "Ahh, nothing like a fresh pot of caffeine to wake a poor Ryou up."

"Don't you at least put cream or sugar in your coffee?" Ron asked.

"And defile the magnificent beverage that is caffeinated goodness? The very thought is blasphemy!" I exclaimed to even more laughs and a laughing Bakura. To prove my point, I downed half the pot.

We spent another twenty minutes talking, during which time the caffeine took effect. I was now ready to make my hair behave.

I got up while still talking and picked up my brush. I ran it through my hair gently while Hermione openly stared. I looked at her and cocked an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but the way you brush your hair reminds me of the girls in my dorm," she stated. "They carefully brush their hair and make sure they get in at least one hundred brush strokes."

"Ah, well, I'm not that thorough. I just brush it enough so it looks good. Sometimes I go way past a hundred strokes."

"Why don't you cut it?" Ron asked seriously. "I doubt anyone would mistake you for a girl then."

I laughed at that. "You said yourself that people automatically knew you were a Weasley by your red hair, right?" He nodded. "Well, why don't you dye it?"

"Well . . ."

"Exactly. I don't want to cut my hair. It's been like this since I was a child, and I've come to like it." Putting down my brush I added, "I actually did cut it a few years ago. I cut it to my chin. It looked horrible, so I let it grow out again."

"Ryou, you aren't acting sweet," Bakura reminded me.

"I haven't fully wakened, and besides, we had a 'bonding' moment last night. I'm not going to be all sweet and embarrassed with them. Well, not as much," I amended.

"Thank you. I hate your sugary act."

I mentally rolled my eyes. "So, what's on the schedule for today?" I asked.

"Not much, really. We were just going to hang out, go to some of the stores and think about what to get when we have money," Ron said.

"Ron, you said you'd go with me to get more books!" Hermione pointed out. "You are still coming, right?"

"Yeah, I'll still go. But Harry and Ryou have to come along too," he demanded.

"I don't mind bookstores, but this one is huge," I commented. "I really do love to read, though. I'd love to come."

I could see Hermione's eyes light up with glee.

"Uh oh," Ron said. "She's found a new victim." Ron stepped up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Let me tell you a bit about Hermione. She loves to drag us into the library to study. Even if we don't have anything to study, she'll drag us there anyway." Dropping down to a whisper, he continued, "It's best not to go willingly."

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The rest of the week passed in that same manner. We would wake up sometime between eight and ten, talk until around noon, and then we would go out to Diagon Alley and look around and talk with other people. While we were there, quite a few of their other friends showed up and I was introduced to them all.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were really nice the whole time. I think that we'll be good friends, no matter what house I'm in. Well, as long as I'm not in Slytherin, that is.

I've read the book Hogwarts, a History, and if I were to go by the descriptions of the four houses, I would fit perfectly in Slytherin. I may not look it nor act it, but I can be quite sadistic sometimes.

I let out a sigh and got ready for my last night in this room. Tomorrow morning Ron's parents were going to pick us up and take us to the train station.

"Ryou, it's getting late," Bakura reminded me. "You need to get some sleep if you want to be awake enough to be nice to Ron's parents."

"I know, but I can't sleep," I said. I wasn't in the least bit tired, but I lay down on the bed anyway.

Bakura materialized next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Maybe you just don't like your pillow?"

I glared at him and then I snuggled into his shoulder. He really is my favorite pillow. And he always smells good. I'm not sure why, but when I'm lying like this, I always get sleepy. I think he does it on purpose.

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Bakura woke me up at five in the morning with a pot of coffee already sitting on the table. "Drink up, Ry."

"Thanks," I said and took a swig of the caffeinated drink. "I love coffee."

"What about me?" he asked with a pout.

I made a show of thinking about that one before I said, "Yeah, I guess I love you too, but this soon after I wake up, no one comes before coffee." I looked at him and winked. "Not even you."

He rolled his eyes and picked up my brush, which was still unpacked and walked over to where I was sitting and started to brush my hair. His touches and the fact that I had only had a few sips of coffee were not a good mix. My eyes started to droop almost instantly, so I batted his hand away.

"I'm trying to wake up, not fall into a coma," I complained.

"Aww, but Ryou," he whined, "I won't let you fall asleep. And you really need to brush your hair."

"You know that I always fall asleep when you do it, 'Kura," I pointed out

"Then how's this," he supplied. "Take a shower, wake up, and then I'll brush your hair."

I thought about that for a good ten seconds before I put the coffee down and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Ten minutes and a cold shower to wake me up later, I was back in the chair with my pot of coffee in hand and Bakura brushing my hair.

"So," Bakura said suddenly. "When are your new friends going to be ready to go?"

"They said they'd come to get me at seven thirty. And they aren't my friends," I added.

"They seen to consider you a friend," he pointed out.

"I'm their friend, yes, but they aren't my friends. I won't let them become my friends."

"Afraid of being hurt again?" he asked as he fought with a particularly stubborn tangle. "Can't say I blame you any."

"Then will you please stop bringing it up, 'Kura?" I pleaded. "The memory of Domino is still painfully fresh."

He had finally finished brushing my hair, so he bent down and kissed the top of my head. "All done."

"Thanks," I whispered.

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The trip to the train station was hectic, but mostly uneventful. Ron introduced me to his mother and twin brothers, the only family members who had come to help us get to the train. Throughout the trip, I pulled the act of the slightly embarrassed but overly polite boy with his mother.

When we finally got to the train platform, Ron's brothers had to go, so they weren't able to see us on the train, but they promised to write. Ron's mother, too, had to leave, so right after we got on the train, she Disapperated.

"Well," Harry said. "Let's find an open cabin!"

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Ugh. This chapter was hard to write! I got the first 2000 words down okay, but the last 300 or so were pure torture!

And on a different note, I am not! a coffee drinker. I can't stand coffee. But I know quite a few people who act just like Ryou when they haven't had their coffee.

Well, ja bye bye!