Disclaimer: Not owning Yugioh is one of my strongs suits.

Note: Sorry for coming so late on this. -.-; Everyone: Read my reply to Angela regarding a sequel. If I do write a sequel, it'll most likely be her, since it was her idea in the first place, but we'd need OCs. ((Is thinking about a sequel already, although is not sure she would act on it.)) Oh yes, it explains that I have a fate for most of the characters.

Note 2: One of the characters is fated to be gay. No offense, people-who-don't-like-boy-love, but I, personally, like it. Poor him, though, because the love is unrequited. (Said gay character is on "The List," but may or may not appear in this chapter.) Hmm… I might not even tell you who IS gay by the end of the story, to have another side plot for the sequel. ((Ponders))

-Five Days till Christmas—

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eight maids a milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, five golden rings! Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!

Or, in this case, seven necklaces and—hey! Isis, give me back that ink! The pen won't replenish itself!

-Five Days till Christmas (cough)—

I woke up on my side (in my bed) with this odd disorientation, you know, the type you get after spending an entire night up doing gods know what with gods know who. At this thought, I realized I had no clue what I'd done the night before, and there was an odd weight across my side. I stiffened as the owner of the arm curled against my back. Let's see what I did last night? After the party, Ryou and Bakura drove me back here, we spent the night watching horror movies and throwing popcorn at each other, and then Ryou fell asleep on the couch. I rolled over to come face to face with…

"AHHHH!"

Ryou's eyes snapped open. Shocked to see himself sharing a bed with me, he quickly pushed himself off, causing a loud BAM as he hit the floor. "AHHHH!" he screamed back.

"AHHHH!" I screamed.

"AHHHH!" Ryou screamed.

"AHHHH!"

"AHHHH!"

"BWAHAHAHA!" Bakura's Shadow Body reassembled, rolling around on the ground in fits of laughter. Ryou and I stopped screaming to look at the deranged 3000 year old Spirit of the Ring. "You two are just so funny to watch!"

I was about to attack Bakura, but Ryou beat me to it. "YOU IDIOT!" The slight white haired boy attacked his counter-part head on, pounding on the other as hard as he could. "You… Teme! You have the nerve to control my body while I sleep? Then you should have the courage to tell who you like, or I will-"

"How about who you like?" Bakura smirked, even as he got punched in the stomach. The younger boy wasn't hurting the spirit in the least. "After all, wouldn't everyone like to you that you like—OW! What the hell is your head made of? Rocks? Itai!" Bakura yelled as his host rammed him "head" on.

-Five Days till Christmas (cough)—

Isis tched as she addressed our wounds, since she hadn't been able to do so last night. "Malik, you shouldn't have waited until this morning to put ice on that eye of yours."

"Neesan, I didn't know we had ice!" I managed to say.

Bakura just stared at me as Isis moved on to attend both Ryou's bruised head (it seems Bakura has quite the abdominal section). "You didn't know you had ice? Even I know where to get ice!"

I rolled my eyebrows as Ryou picked up the narrative. "Riiiight, Baku... in the snow."

"So? That would've worked as well." Bakura sat on the kitchen table swinging his legs as carefree as always, since his Shadow Body recuperated after disassembly and reassembly. Which he did, after moaning something about the gurgling in his stomach coming back. "Hmm..." the spirit said thoughtfully. "Maybe I shouldn't have... OW! What just—" Bakura looked down at his foot, to see a... kitten.

"How cute!" Ryou went over and kneeled next to said kitten, stroking its fur softly. It still hadn't let go of Bakura, so as it relaxed, it's dead weight tugged on said thief's foot. His shaking foot, that is.

"Damn it, cat, get off!" Bakura muttered as he shook his foot vigorously. "How did it get here anyways?"

Isis shrugged. "It was left for Malik on the doorstep this morning."

"Oh, that reminds me to ask you something," I began. "You know who the anonymous sender is, don't you?" Bakura and Ryou looked at each other, and then slinked away suspiciously, Ryou carrying my cat with him. Isis said nothing, a slight powdery pink dusting across her face. Great, now I'm getting poetic. "I knew it!" I accused. "You do know!"

"I never said that," Isis murmured.

"But you didn't say you didn't! And you like him too, right?"

Isis blinked at me, getting pinker and pinker with each passing second.

"I knew it!" I was on the verge of hysterics. Isis knew. Isis knew, and she was torturing me! She knows I can't stand it when I don't know something! I want to know who the heck gave me a kitten! "You're only keeping quiet for the presents, aren't you? And who the heck would send me a kitten?"

I was going hysterical. Isis, as my sister, could see this as she handed me a box.

"What's this... ?" I questioned, having calmed down.

"Today's gift. It came in the mail with the kitten. I thought you might want to open it."

I blinked. "Are you sure? And wait, what kind of person would put a kitten in the mail?"

My sister shrugged gently. "I wouldn't have a clue."

I just glared at her, and opened the package.

There were eight necklaces. They were mostly the same, but for the fact that the gemstones were all different, each either Ruby, Amber, Yellow Topaz, Emerald, Sapphire, Amethyst, or Diamond, set in gold. As for the eighth necklace...

… there was none. "Er… is that an egg?"

"It's glass!" Isis picked it up, and it reflected the light, making pretty little rainbows all over. Carved in the glass was, in an Italic font, "To my dear Isis, my love for you will always be there, like the spring after winter. Love Always." And it ended there.

I eyed my sister carefully as she took the egg to her room, not taking her necklaces with her. I placed down her presents, and then bolted out the door.

FiveDays till Christmas

I found Ryou and his yami outside, the yami continuously magicking snowballs into existence and forcing Ryou to run from them. Ryou was laughing as he did so, and both yami and hikari were smart enough to wear snow suited clothes, while I wasn't.

"I know it was you!" I accused as I stopped beside Bakura. I was shivering; I was wearing pajamas. "You're the secret admirer!"

"That's all very nice," Bakura said, continuing to make snowballs.

I was angrified. "BAKURA! Listen to me!"

Bakura only whistled, increasing his snowball per second rate.

I snatched the Ring from Bakura's hands. Bakura looked at me with angry eyes. "I'm on to you, Bakura! There's incriminating evidence against you!"

Bakura blinked. "What? Evidence of what?" he asked innocently.

I felt the steam coming out of my ears. "You… You have that fixation on pretty little butterflies and rainbows! It had to be you!"

"You've lost it," Bakura pointed out, bending down and making a snowball manually. "What kind of tomb robber has a fixation on rainbows? It'd more likely be Ryou to have an obsession like that."

I sighed in frustration. "Yeah, but you could be lying. You could've-"

"ACK! Malik!" A second later, Ryou crashed into me, snowballs pelting us as Ryou crushed me into the snow, making me wet. Very wet, considering I was wearing pajamas. "Ah, sorry Malik," Ryou murmured, scrambling up and very red.

Dizzy, and cold, I looked up to see Bakura giving a secretive smirk to Ryou before dumping a crapload of snow on me. Gee, that wasn't very nice.

After all, Isis would end up yelling at me about getting myself sick.

FiveDays till Christmas

((TBC))

More notes: You've been narrowing down the list. I'm telling you right now, at least ONE person has gotten it right, at least ONCE. :-D It closes off Jou and Yami and Yuugi, right?

REVIEWS! YAY!

Satine89: REN! Of course there's Ren! And, er, I can guess who was at the show. n.n! Good for you! ((Doesn't know how to encourage/praise people. Is shame faced.))

Angela: A sequel... I still have to think about that. About Kura-san? I think it'd make more sense if it were about Malik. After all, this story itself is mainly about all of Malik's bad luck. I also have plans for nearly all the characters involved and/or mentioned. Nearly. I'm thinking of rethinking Ryou's fate… I probably won't email you until I get past chapter ten and decide weather or not to write that sequel. So don't worry if I don't get around to emailing you. ((Is going through another Bakura/Ryou writing binge at the moment, so wouldn't want to pair Bakura with an OC anyways.)) Oh, and I tried to read A Cup Of Rain, and Blood stained FLowers, A Bakura Story, but... It has no paragraphing... I could hardly get past the first sentence because of that. ((Is a stickler on grammar... Can't read stories that have all the dialogue in one paragraph. Or the entire story, for the matter. Sorry.))

Sami: I guess that the fact that you had "Sami" in your penname would alert me that you are, indeed, Sami the Anonymous. Amazing chapter, really? I'm flattered. Oh, and I read your Bakura poems. I just never got around to reviewing, because every time I read, the site happens to be in read only mode. ((Never checks the front page until she realizes that she can't log in, submit stories, or review.))

Misura: I don't understand how the Bakurae got Malik to loan them money to pay rent. It didn't make any sense to me... Whatever. I'm currently taking Geometry, so "perpendicular" was drilled in my head early on, when I had to learn about angles and intersecting lines. ((Didn't get it on the first try... (Don't laugh, Straws.)))

Tonaka-chan (reviewed ch. 5): Thank you. I guess. (Even though you didn't review until you wanted to tell me something, but oh well.)

Bourei no Hikari: Email for Devlin-boy! Funny Bunny scares the shit out of me. Scarier than birds. ((Shudders at the thought of them.)) Yeah, well... I happened to never see that episode, no matter HOW many times they play the whole DDD thing. ((Sweat drops.))

Mana: Er... thanks, but no thanks. Cream puffs are on the same list as donuts, pocky, and peeps. Make me sick. I appreciate your apologies, though. Go give those puffs back to Ryou. Say they're from me. You don't really... have to... go into the corner to cry... ((Pats back awkwardly. Is bad at consoling people too.)) Thanks for being enthusiastic! n.n!

See ya next chapter!