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"I'm not going in there!" Bakura said defiantly, crossing his arms and glaring at his light.

Ryou sighed. They were standing outside the Kame Game Shop, arguing with each other on whether they were going in or not. Bakura was being soundly stubborn, but even Ryou had his moments.

"Plleeeeaaaasssseee 'Kura-chan?" pleaded Ryou, the puppy-dog-eyes-of-doom fixed on his face.

Bakura faltered. Even he couldn't resist his cute Hikari when he did that, no matter how much he didn't want to do something. Fuck, he did it again. He really needed to stop doing that. Grumbling about how weak he was becoming, Bakura hissed, "Fine, fine, Ryou. We'll go in, but if anyone so much as laughs at me, I'm sending them to the Shadow Realm!"

Ryou smiled broadly, a pleasant gleam in his eye, and opened the shop door. "After you, 'Kura-chan."

Bakura glared at Ryou for the annoying nickname, and strode into the shop. Ryou followed behind him, still smiling at his victory. Not to mention the addictive fruity smell coming from the frustrated Yami.

"Bakura, you smell like a pear!" Bakura groaned and rolled his eyes as Yami enter the hall way they were standing in.

Ryou, still smiling, said, "Hey Yami! Where's every one else?"

Yami grinned at Bakura, laughing at his fruity smelling hair, told them, "They're in the living room. Bakura, I could smell you all the way from there! Why, I didn't know you like smelling like a pear."

"I don't smell like a pear and even if I did, I wouldn't like it!" snarled Bakura, his fists in tight balls and teeth clenched. Yami's grin just widened, flashing his pearly whites and turning around to lead them to the others. Ryou shoved Bakura after him, telling him to keep his cool. Bakura was only just starting to cool off when he literally shrieked as he entered the room.

"What the Hell are they doing here!" He gestured to Malik and Marik standing in the room, leaning up against the opposite wall. Not only were they there, but so were Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda, and Anzu.

The two glared at him. "We were invited, genius. And since when do you use apple shampoo?" teased Marik.

"I do not use apple shampoo!" snapped Bakura, his temper rising.

"Yeah, he uses pear shampoo!" Yami chimed in. Both Jounouchi and Honda burst out laughing, Ryou, Anzu and Yugi managing to kept the laughter to giggles behind their hands. Marik came up beside Bakura and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Malik slid up beside Ryou, eyeing him oddly.

"Bakura's a fruit! Who knew? I bet he has perfume and a dress too!" Both the Ishtal's laughed joyously at their little joke. Bakura's temper was rising to the danger level, his eyes narrowing and his fists shaking with suppressed rage.

Ryou noticed, and in a panic, pulled Bakura out of Marik's grasp. He led Bakura over to the couch. Malik followed and sat much too close to Ryou.

His temper still high, Bakura quite easily pushed little Yugi off the couch and made more room for himself. Yugi fell to the floor with a weird little squeak-shriek sound. Yami rushed over, hiding his chuckle with a growl, and helped hiskoi up. Ryou was looking a Yugi quizzically, not knowing that sound could come from his mouth, while Yugi's face became as red as a tomato.

Anzu glared at Bakura, Honda and Jounouchi strangely not around. "You shouldn't have done that to Yugi, Bakura. Yugi is your friend, and pushing him off the couch hurts your delicate friend---"

"SHUT UP!" the whole room exploded, excluding Yugi and Ryou, who were too gentlemanly to say it out loud. No one ever said they liked it; they were just more tactful about it.

Anzu huffed, glaring at the room's occupants (giving smiles to Yugi and Ryou, which were weekly returned) when Jounouchi and Honda came back into the room with Anzu's purse.

"It's time to put on Bakura's make up!" announced Jou, smiling his goofy grin.

Bakura went paper white, then bright red. "You stupid Mutt! I am not putting on make up; if you try to I will send you to the Shadow Realm for all eternity!"

Yami had a very evil grin on his face. "Yes, Bakura, it is time to put on your make up." He made a move to pounce on him, but Bakura had fast reflexes and managed to take off running down the hall and up the stairs.

"After him!" There was a pounding of feet as everyone raced up the stairs and after the quick moving Bakura.

Bakura raced into the grandfather's room and sped into the closet, closing the door behind him. His heart was pounding at an alarming rate, making him wonderwhy no one had heard it yet.

There were the muffled footsteps and calls as the group of Bakura Hunters made their way around the second story, some callsof which he was enraged to hear were "'Kura-chan". Then the door to the grandpa's room opened, and two sets of feet padded in.

"Let's go in here." That was Malik's voice. It was followed by an 'OK' from Ryou and the door closed again.

Bakura could hear them tuning over the over-stuffed chair and lifting the blankets of the bed to look under. They had looked for about 30 seconds when Malik decided to break the silence.

"Hey, Ryou, are you and Bakura together?" Bakura could hear his light sputter and he almost saw him blush.

"N-no, why d-do you ask?" Bakura heard the sound of feet steeping across the floor and a soft thump as a body was pressed against the wall.

"Because then I can have you," answered Malik's and the question that started out of Ryou's mouth was muted by Malik's kiss.

Bakura saw red. No one, that means NO ONE, was allowed to touch his light. He didn't care what he'd said before about him not caring for his light. If he couldn't have him, no one else could touch him. He banged out of the closet and lunged at Malik.

Malik gave a little yell as he was shoved to the ground and then punched in the jaw. Ryou slide down to the floor, his body shaking and his eyes closed. Bakura continued to punch away at Malik until at least six hands grabbed him and jerked him away.

"Bakura stop hurting him!" Yami wasn't totally shocked at Bakura's actions, they hadn't got along very well ever since the warehouse incident a few months ago, but why was Ryou shaking like that?

"Let go of me, damn pharaoh!" Bakura shrieked, his fist still flying even though there was nothing beneath him.

Marik pulled his bleeding Hikari to his feet and eyed Bakura. Then his eyes fell on Ryou, and he knew what had happened. Glaring at Malik, he whispered to him that he was an idiot to make a move with a riled up Bakura in the room. Malik was about to defend himself and say that he didn't know the bastard was in the room when Jou suddenly spoke up.

"Time for his make up as punishment!" Everyone except Ryou and Bakura wore evil grins at the mention of putting make up on Bakura and started to drag the pale thief out of the room and down the stairs.

'Oh, Crap,' thought Bakura as he was dragged into the living room. Jou and Honda held his arms to his sides, Anzu holding his head, while Yami and Marik shifted through the make up containers. Malik had collapsed into an arm chair and Ryou hadn't come down yet.

Yami took out a pear colored eye mascara and opened it. Smirking, he moved closer to Bakura's face, getting ready to apply the retched goop onto his skin.

"Wait!"

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so evil! I left you with a cliff hanger, so suffer until I feel like being nice. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ahem. Ignore that.

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