Hi there, Hibiko here, and…uh…whatever. On with the fic, as I'm too lazy to think anything up to put here. –shoves disclaimer sign into the ground and runs off-

Disclaimer: Once I owned YGO. But then some dude stole it. So now I don't.

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Chapter 1

"Ryou? Ryou? AH! Where are you?"

Ryou ran downstairs, his hairbrush clinging to his hair, to find out what was wrong. He know only one voice that sounded like that, and that person was a little paranoid with a tendency for trouble. Bakura was running around the kitchen like a chicken with it's head cut off and screaming for all he was worth. Which wasn't very much; after all, he did have a very strange profession: thievery. The cause of this strange display: somehow, Bakura had gotten the whips of an eggbeater stuck in his hair, and it was whirring and rolling up Bakura's hair.

"Possessed it's! Trying to it's eat hair I! AARGH!" Bakura screamed. Ryou sighed and went over to him, turning off the eggbeater and, with effort, pulling it from his yami's hair. He tossed it on the counter and put his hands on his hips. "For the last time Bakura, you are NOT dyslexic!"

"Not am I? Really? COOL!" Bakura shouted. He began jumping up and down and shouted, "I'm gonna call everyone and tell them I ain't dyslexic no more! Joey—ew, no—Kaiba—oh, no I'm not—Yami—dang, I hate that guy—Yugi—GAWD no—Tristan—naw, he's a freak—Tea—not on my LIFE! Or my other ones—Mokuba—I hate that kid—Marik—yes, I can call him—Malik--…yeah, I'll call him too! Yay!" Bakura ran off into the living room, tripping over the couch and the coffee table as he reached for the phone. He picked it up and looked at it for a second. "Ryou, what's Marik's number?"

"Five-five-five, five-five-five-three," Ryou answered, brushing his hair. Bakura nodded and punched the buttons, missing practically every time because he was punching them so hard. Finally he settled for poking the buttons—really really hard—and eventually got Marik's phone number right. He held it to his ear and Ryou smiled in approval. It had taken fourteen tries of Bakura putting the phone on his head to get that right, and each time it hadn't worked Bakura had set the phone on fire or sent it to the shadow realm.

"Ishtar residence, Malik speaking," Malik's voice said.

"HI MALIK! Where's Marik?" Bakura yelled. Malik told Bakura to hold on for a second. Crashing noises and screams filtered in the background over Malik's voice shouting, "Sister! Stop the canary from eating Marik, please! He needs to get the phone! Oh, here he is. Never mind! Ah! No! Bad canary! Get off my leg!" The phone dropped and Marik picked it up.

"Hellooooooo?" He said in a sing-song voice.

"Marik! Hello, my psychopathic chaos-loving psychotic freak of a friend! Guess what?" Bakura asked excitedly.

"Uh..you got your head stuck in the drain again? Or you're turning blue Oh my gawd—did Ryou forget to tell you how to use the sink?" Marik asked in panic.l Bakura smiled, hopping up and down.

"Noo! I'm Not dyslexic no mores! I'm having a party! And," Bakura lowered his voice, continuing, "I didn't ask Ryou!"

"Like, how could you?" Marik asked in horror. "I ask Malik to do everything—cough—not really—cough-hack—and stuff!"

"Yeah, well," said Bakura, feeling really superior. "Uh..bring your friends and food and stuff, and be here eventually! HAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHA—right—HAHAHA!" Marik said back, and the two hung up their phones. Rather, Marik threw his across the room and Bakura set the phone on fire.

"Bakura! Did you set the phone on fire again?" Ryou's accusing voice came form the kitchen. Bakura went blank, but threw the phone out of the window where it caught the rose bushes on fire.

"No!" Bakura said innocently. Ryou looked at him.

"Well, breakfast's done so if you want you can eat something. I'm going to take a nap." Ryou yawned and went upstairs. Bakura was tiring, Ryou'd give him that—but not much else. Besides stupid and sometimes really weird. But Ryou shrugged that off and locked the door behind him. He fell over onto the floor and fell asleep. Bakura heard the thump and yelled, "I know you're not making a mess up there!" Ryou snored, rather loudly, and Bakura glared at the ceiling before zipping to the window and gluing himself to it.

"Darn window! Let me goooo…" Bakura said angrily, pulling himself from the glue all over the window. He pressed his face to it again after the glue was off, staring for Marik. Then Bakura saw Marik and Malik coming down the sidealk and rushe dout to greet them. Rather, attempt to attack them..

"How have you BEEN!" Bakura squealed. He bowled over Malik, and Marik jumped on top.

"Didn't you just talk to me like, five minutes ago?" Malik wheezed. He rolled out from underneath the pile.

"Yeah but you took AGES to get here!" Bakura said, exaggerating a little bit. Malik sighed and Marik grinned.

"I know, hikari was all like 'you destroyed it!' and I was like 'destroyed what' and he was like 'my favorite shirt!' and so we had to search his closet for a new shirt and yeah now he looks weird and stuff." Marik said, pointing at Malik, who looked a little bit disgruntled in the lavender tank top. "It looks like it might have been Ishizu's," Bakura whispered to Marik, who sniggered. Somewhere down the road Ishizu flung open her window, poked her head out and shouted, "I heard that!" Bakura looked scared and immediately shoved the two into the house. Moments later the door bell rang.

"HII—oh wait..you're, uh..uh..that guy with no personality! (1)" Bakura shouted. Tristan frowned.

"I'm like, Tristan dude. Remember?" Tristan asked, dropping a can of hair gell onto his spike. Bakura leaned against the door frame, frowning.

"Uh..NO! Bye!" Bakura slammed the door shut and opened it again when someone knocked.

"Hi! Oh, you're…Joey!" Bakura nodded at the blonde guy in the driveway. "Uhh..is Ryou okay with you?"

"Yeah, whys do ya wanna know?" Joey asked.

"Nothing. Come in, I guess. And what's with the accent? Are you like, from New York? Do we live in America or japan? Where the heck are we?" Bakura screamed, running outside on onto the roof. Marik joined him soon afterwards and the two commenced jumping off of the roof and on top of cars to scare people. Bakura accidentally fell off and onto Yugi when he rang the doorbell. Yugi started to cry buckets of tears.

"Okay, aibou! Enough!" Yami yelled when he could carry no more buckets of water. "These things are heavy you know." Yugi nodded, "Okay, sorry."

"I didn't call you!…Did I?" Bakura wondered. But he opened the door, growling, "Darn you, pharaoh, and your trickish ways." Marik fell off of the roof and onto Bakura.

"Owichie," Marik said, rubbing his head. "It like, burns. And It like, freezes," he said, imitating Yugi.

"How does something burn and freeze at the same time?" Bakura asked. Marik scratched his sandy blonde head.

"Freezer burn?" he suggested after a while. Bakura took this for an adequate answer and the two went insane—I mean, inside—again.

Six hours later

"Ryou! Where are you?" Bakura shouted, creeping throughout the dark house. By now everyone had gone home, seeing as it was about..ten at night. Marik was probably still around somewhere, though, and the only person he was sure had gone home was Yugi because of his ten o'clock curfew. Bakura snorted to himself.

"Curfew..Hah! What kind of teenager has a curfew?" Bakura stopped then to think. "Well…Malik does, but his is like, three in the morning, and Ryou does when his dad's around…but his dad's not around, so I guess he doesn't have a curfew. But he does, as nonexistent as it is.." Bakura continued to think for a while until he got a headache and stopped. "So, what was I doing? Oh yeah, finding Ryou…where could he BE? I haven't seen him all DAY! What it he was abduc…abducte…abduckie…abduc…ted…. by …er…Allen! Yeah, that one neighbor guy, Allen…" Bakura growled. "Or maybe it was Yugi..he's evil enough…Oh wait, that's Yami. Yugi's too preppy. Hmm, where is Ryou? Maybe he's in his room, though I doubt it…" Bakura tripped up the stairs and knocked on Ryou's door. No one answered, so he tried the handle. It wouldn't really move. So Bakura panicked.

"AAAGH! WHAT AM I GONNA DO? WHERE'S RYOU? I'M GONNA DIIIIIIIEEEE!" Bakura fell over onto the floor in the fetal position and began to sob. Ryou opened the door and blinked sleepily at Bakura.

"What are you talking about?" Ryou asked, stifling a yawn. Bakura immediately launched himself onto Ryou and hugged him.

"I thought you got abduc…abducte…abduckie…kidnapped by that one guy! Oh, who is he…uh…I know him—ALLEN! Cause I couldn't find you! And then I had a party and Marik like sent everything to the shadow realm, but then Tea did friendship speeches until he brought them back and then Yugi went home and Me and Marik tried to kill the baka pharaoh but it didn't work and then he left and then Tea was all like 'Friends should stick together' and I sent her to the shadow realm and then Joey went crazy because Malik mentioned Serenity so we had to throw Joey out after he broke your coffee table and then we kinda threw Tristan off the roof so he's kinda not alive no mores and then like at one Malik left because Ishizu called and told him to come back home and then at three Marik left and so now I'm all alone and I MISSED YOU!" Bakura turned a pretty shade of purple from not breathing for so long and gasped for air. He buried his head in Ryou's shoulder. Ryou patted Bakura's back a little awkwardly and said, "I was sleeping."

"I couldn't open your door!" Bakura protested. Ryou sighed. "Because I didn't want you to open my door. It was locked. I'll show you how to lock something—oh wait, no I won't. Never mind. I think you need to go to bed." Ryou turned to go back into his room, but Bakura tugged on his hand. Ryou turned around resignedly and looked at him white-haired yami.

"Can I?" Bakura asked pleadingly. And he used the puppy eyes, which he'd been practicing. Ryou sighed, but smiled and nodded. "Come in."

And the door shut and locked behind them.

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