4.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.
The yamis were now out of the bath. Yami Bakura and Yami Malik had spent a lovely time stealing things from each other, and fighting over the possession of the "slave". Yami was really annoyed, because he'd been the slave. He had repeatedly complained that THEY should be the slaves because he was the Pharaoh, but neither of the others had listened.
Ryou was having a lot of fun. It was like owning three living dolls, over whom he exerted complete control… wait a moment, he was starting to sound evil. That wasn't right at all. He wasn't supposed to be evil. He was meant to be the cute one, who was under the evil influence of his Yami…
"Hey, Ryou! Are you in there?"
Ryou returned to the real world. "Hmm, what?"
"We're hungry!" They chorused.
"Well, what do you want to eat?"
"Er… food."
"How helpful. I'll just go and get some." Ryou said sarcastically, and exited the room.
"Can we play Duel Monsters?" Yami asked.
"No." Yami Bakura and Yami Malik said together.
"Please?"
"No."
Yami took a deep breath.
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"SHUT UP!" Yami Malik screeched.
Yami gave him a reproachful look. "Just because you know I'll beat you."
He'd said the magic words.
"I can beat you any time I want!" Yami Bakura scoffed.
"Me too!" Yami Malik said.
"Well, why don't you try now?" Yami taunted.
"Because we don't want to."
Yami huffed in an irritated way and stomped off to his sofa.
Ryou came back upstairs, carrying a small tray of food.
"What's THAT?" Yami Bakura sniffed, looking at it.
"Have you tried cutting a banana into portions small enough for people six inches tall?" Ryou asked.
"Where's the meat?" Yami Bakura asked.
"I'm afraid I haven't got any at the moment."
"No meat?"
Yami and Yami Malik started to eat. Yami Bakura looked at the food and apparently didn't think much of it.
"Ryouu…" he began.
"What is it?"
"Do you know if there are mice in this house?"
Ryou frowned. "I think- wait a second, you're not planning on- eating it, are you?"
Yami Bakura nodded.
"Couldn't you just eat some fruit today?"
"Fruit?" Yami Bakura sounded doubtful. "Okay, then"
The Yamis finished eating, leaving most of the food behind.
"Do you have any sugar?" Yami Bakura asked hopefully.
"Yes, why?"
"Can we have some?"
Ryou frowned, but went downstairs to get some sugar anyway.
"Yay! Sugar!" the yamis squealed, and dived onto the small bowl of sugar Ryou had brought.
Ryou watched in horror as the entire bowl disappeared. "Oh no." he groaned. "Just what I need, Yamis high on sugar."
Kaiba sighed, and looked blankly at the maze of circuits in front of him. It was twelve o' clock, he was tired and uninspired. Yet he felt he HAD to finish this machine quickly, because he felt slightly guilty about shrinking the Yamis. "What came over me?" he murmured. He sorely regretted his moment of evilness.
He pulled out his book of Sudokus, and completed six in five minutes. Sighing, he glanced back at his design. Everything started to blur, and Kaiba realised that he was falling asleep.
Damn, was his last thought.
Ryou grumbled incoherently and pulled his pillow over his head. It was a very nice pillow, of goose down, and it was very nice to sleep on, but it didn't block out noise very well. He could hear almost every word the hyper Yamis said.
It had been twelve o' clock when he'd finally gone to bed, and for the past three hours they'd been taking running jumps at the double bed and bouncing on it. There had been a lot of high-pitched giggling, as well.
Why on earth did I put the dollshouse in my room? Ryou wondered. I should have put it in another room, so they can't get to me.
He closed his eyes, and tried to blot out the awful noise. Gradually, he drifted off to sleep.
"Is Ryou asleep?" Yami Malik asked, in mid-bounce.
"Yes." Yami said, looking out.
"Let's wake him up and annoy him." Yami Bakura suggested.
"Good idea." The other Yamis agreed.
They lurched down the stairs, and dashed out of the house, making a beeline for Ryou's bed. They reached the bedpost, and stopped, looking stumped.
"How do we get up?" Yami asked.
"We make a human tower." Yami Malik said, hoisting Yami onto his shoulders. Before they had a chance to say anything, Yami Bakura had scrambled over them and had reached Ryou's pillow.
"How should I wake him up?"
"Just a poke will do." Was Yami's answer.
"You're so unimaginative. Tickle him." Yami Malik said.
"That would be dodgy." Yami Bakura argued. "I'll just poke him."
"Ow." Ryou said, and opened his eyes. "What's going on? Why did you poke me in the face?"
"No reason. Could you give me a lift down?"
Ryou sighed, and glanced at his alarm clock. It was two o' clock.
"If I do that, will you go to sleep?" He begged.
"Nah. If you don't like it, you can go away."
Grumbling about being forced out of his own bedroom, Ryou grabbed his pillow and went through to the living room. It was freezing in there… something must have happened to the heating. Oh well, at least it was quiet. He closed the door, just to make sure that they couldn't come in and bother him. Aaah, it was so peaceful…
Back in Ryou's bedroom, the Yamis were getting hungry again.
"What can we do? Ryou's shut the door to the living room." Yami said, peering outside.
"We could try and raid the fridge." Yami Malik suggested.
"We're six inches tall!" Yami Bakura snapped. "How are we supposed to reach the fridge handle?"