Picking on Ryou is so much fun. xD It did take me a long time to get this out. But I just started back to school Aug 8. My teachers are evil and give us lots of homework so I couldn't update that much. But I made it! Mwah!

Conflict! Why? Because. Ryou begins to acknowledge his jealousy. Haha... Bad joke.

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There was a soft silence as Ryou fidgeted in his seat. He wasn't quite sure, but whatever the reason for Bakura's abruptly weird behavior must have been important. Ryou had been cleaning the upstairs rooms when the snowy-hair busted into the room and dragged his lighter side down the stairs and into the living room. But he still wasn't speaking to him.

"Ba-"

Ryou was cut off by the sound of the doorbell and he quickly jumped up to answer. He wasn't exactly comfortable with being stuck under Bakura's silent treatment. It may not sound like a lot, but it really does ware down your sanity.

"YO!"

Ryou gasped at the muffled shout and opened the door, his wide-eyes landing on the pink mop of Airashii's hair.

"Hey, Ryou! What took you so long to answer the door?" Airashii asked, stepping into the warm home.

Ryou opened his mouth to reply, but he quieted down as he noticed the bags Airashii was carrying.

"Um... Airashii? Shii-chan? What's with the bags?"

Airashii grinned, "I'm moving in! Bakura said you had plenty of guest rooms so I'll just make myself at home!"

Ryou stared for a moment, his blood silently and subconsciously boiling. The nerve!

"Airashii! You can't-"

"She can't what?"

Ryou groaned a gently reply at Bakura's snarls. He still couldn't confront Bakura and even the thought of trying was scary.

Why did he have to be such a goody-two-shoes!

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Ryou sighed as he rocked back and forth on in the rocking chair. His eyes drifted over to the silent brunette next to him with a pleading look.

"Don't even think about it."

"But Seto! I need your help!"

"You can wait until Ryuuji gets back. Go beg Yugi."

Ryou grounded out a reply at why he couldn't go beg Yugi. Yugi was too busy helping Yami with stuff. Yeah, stuff.

Seto rolled his eyes, "Didn't I tell you not to get sob story all over my property?"

"You sound like some old western movie."

"And you sound like a whiny 5-year-old. Your point?"

"Seto-kun! How did you get Ryuuji?"

Seto raised an eyebrow, "How's that going to help you? And besides, it was the other way around."

Ryou sighed heavily, "Just tell me!"

"He made me jealous."

Ryou stopped and grinned evilly, "Really?"

"Yeah. Now will you shut up?"

"Maybe."

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"Are you crazy!" Ryuuji shouted, pouncing on his quiet love.

"Seto-koi, did you agree to this?"

Ryou shook his head as he felt Seto glare him down.

"Of course he didn't. You know Seto-kun is dedicated to you. I mean, really, Ryuuji. I just want to borrow him."

"You talk like he's some kind of play thing!"

"He is your play thing." Ryou muttered in a matter-a-fact manner.

Ryuuji blushed, "That's not the point! He's not your play thing!'

"But he's yours. Therefore, all you have to to do is just let me borrow him for a week."

"No!"

"Please!"

"Ryou, you backstabber! He's mine!"

"Hey!"

The two adverted their eyes to Seto.

"First off, I am not a play thing." Seto glared at Ryuuji and then at Ryou before continuing,

"Second, can't you just use the pup? Then everyone's happy."

"Well, yeah, I guess."

Ryuuji fluttered after the CEO, calling out to him in a loving tone, "Oh, Seto-koi, you're so sexy when you help solve my issues."

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Silence engulfed the room for the third time that week. Airashii was on her way home so that Ryou and Bakura could help her move her stuff into her new room. Bakura was occasionally leaving the room so that he could look out the window to see if Airashii was there. Had Ryou not known any better, he would have thought that Bakura was in a play. A play where he was the supporting character and he was oblivious to just how much support he was putting on.

"What are you looking at?"

Ryou was taken back at the harsh tone in Bakura's voice and he turned his gaze away to the wall. The doorbell rang and then, before either could get up, the door swung open. Airashii smiled at them, her hands on her hips.

"Ready?"

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It wasn't long before Ryou suddenly began to feel out of place. His first big hint of 'Back Off' was the large poster of Bakura in practically nothing but a pair of ripped jeans and a forest green bandanna that was hanging up on her wall. It was plain as day and pretty hard to miss. But this was nothing compared to the large Bakura plush she had quilted herself that was more than half of Ryou's size. Ryou was diffidently beginning to feel out of place.

Airashii smiled at their work, "Don't you like it? I think it reminds me of-"

"Bakura." Ryou numbly murmured, turning from the large poster.

"Yep! I have some more things that I want to put in here. But I won't need your help with that."

Ryou nodded numbly and quickly departed from the two. He disappeared down the stairs and into the kitchen where he, still just as numb, began to cook dinner like he always did. But seconds later, Airashii bounded down the stairs in a navy blue apron that read "I'm no cook." Ryou's eyes widened and he snapped out of his daze as Airashii began opening the cabinets rapidly.

"Shii? What are you doing?"

"I'm cooking! What does it look like? Hey, what have you got to cook in here?"

Ryou silently glared at Airashii's back, a frown crossed his lips.

"NO! I mean, I got it. I've been cooking for years now and I'm fine with it. Really."

"Oh, I'm sure you're fine with it, but I'm not. And as the woman of this house, I'm going to cook." Airashii gave a soft 'Ahem.' before dismissing Ryou from the kitchen.

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"And then she kicked me out of my own kitchen!" Ryou shouted, now outside and complaining to Ryuuji on his cell phone.

Though, Ryuuji wasn't exactly listening.

"Ah! I'm sure A-Airshiii's just- Seto! -getting to know you isall. She probably just wants to- Seto! Stop that!"

Ryou frowned darkly, "I don't like what Airashii's become. She's pushy, possessive, and sadistic! Can you belive they are acting like nothing happened! I saw them!"

"Well, Ryou, maybe you should- Eee! Seto! You sexy beast, you!"

Ryou rolled his eyes, "Ryuuji, stay with me here."

"R-Right, well, as I was saying, maybe you should talk to them about- Seto! Don't touch me there! You know I'm sensitive! SETO!"

Ryou groaned as he heard the dial tone and ended the call. Sometimes Ryuuji and Seto had no consent for other peoples' innocent, un-guttered minds.

"Ryou! Dinner's ready!"

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Ryou groaned again as he stared down at the plate. It wasn't that the food smelled bad or looked like she had done something bad to it. As a matter of fact, it looked delicious! But Ryou wasn't about to succumb to the lavender-hair's advances. He had plenty of wisdom about how Airashii thought, and this was only a way to win him over so that she could have her way around the house. Oh, no. Ryou was a better than that.

Ryou pushed the plate away gently, "I'm sorry, butI seem to have lost my appetite."

"Oh?" Ariashii piped, "Well, I'll save you some for when you do get hungry!"

But Ryou didn't get hungry. That same plate stayed in the fridge for days until one day when Bakura had gone to do some shopping for Airashii and had left them at the house. It was confession time now. Ryou had been sitting in the living room, watching reruns of MAD TV that Bakura had taped. Airashii was cleaning out the fridge. Or so she had been.

"Ryou?" Airashii stepped into the room, looking as innocent and pure as the day she was born.

"Hm?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Ryou looked up and shook his head, silently kicking himself for lying like that.

"That's a lie. Do you not like me, Ryou? Are you jealous of me?"

Ryou's eyes stayed glued to TV.

"Ryou. I know what your problem is. You're jealous. You didn't want me here in the first place."

There was a long silence as Ryou continued to ignore Airashii.

"Fine. Ryou- I am going to make you so jealous, you won't even want to know me! You're going to wish Bakura was yours but ha! You'll see me hanging all over him and realize you can't have him. Is that what you want?"

Ryou suddenly jumped up from the couch and left the living room. Airashii smirked, crossing her arms over her chest,

"Well, that's just what you'll get."

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Ryou groaned as he plopped down on the plush couch.

"Ryuuji? Seto?"

Ryuuji turned to Ryou, his teeth grinding into the dark green shirt Seto wore,

"Yesh?"

"I want my Bakura."

"You finally admitted it?" Seto muttered, his hands caressing the soft backside under Ryuuji's shirt.

Ryou frowned at the two, "Leave me alone."

"God, Ryou, you frown to much. Go get laid or something."

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xD I feel so horrible. That last line was so unnecessary, but so funny! That's the whole point of the story, Ryuuji!