Ohmigod, an on-going story! How exciting. There's probably gonna be one more chapter after this, if all goes well. Sorreh if there's any mistakes! I haven't went through it or anything, so meh.

Malik - Hikari

Marik - Yami

- Ryou's mind link

/ - Bakura's mind link

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh...Duh.

CHAPTER 2 - Psychotic Blondes

I'm glad you permitted me to have Malik and Marik come over. I know you don't like them much, so I am grateful. I've no idea what's taking them so long to arrive, though. I called them thirty minutes ago and they're still not here. They only live a couple blocks away from my apartment.

Sighing to myself, I plopped on the couch, right next to you. Your noodles are already gone, which isn't much of a surprise. But…you've been in a sour mood ever since I asked if the "Psychotic Blondes" could come over, or so you call them. You could've said no, but you didn't. And you aren't reading my thoughts anymore. How come, Yami?

I want to rub your tummy two more times. Once wasn't enough. Your stomach isn't like Buddha's, though. His is fat, round, and bouncy, though still elegant and divine in its own way. Yours is flat and even, not a single slab of fat protruding from the sides. But I still like your tummy. I got butterflies when I first rubbed it; isn't that strange?

The doorbell suddenly rang, and you glare straight forward, knowing full well who it was. It made me feel bad, knowing that I was the cause of your hatred. I shouldn't have asked if they could come over. Maybe I shouldn't answer the door…? Realizing that was a stupid thought, I got up. I wanted to rub their tummies, too.

When I opened the door I was tackled by the more insane Egyptian, Marik. Not a surprise, however. He did it quite often. I just lay there, on the floor, staring up at Marik while he grinned like a madman. Malik laughed from the doorway, and I could feel your hatred dripping like venom.

"Hi, Ryou!"

"Hi, Marik."

"I got a present for you," he said, protruding a stuffed animal from his coat pocket, "It's a kitty!" He shoved it in my face and squeezed it, causing a fake "meow" to erupt from somewhere within its bowels.

"Thanks," I stated, taking the stuffed animal from him. However, my focus wasn't on the present he had gotten me. He was still straddling my stomach; his arms limp at his sides. His own stomach was right in front of me, calling my name. His bellybutton was screaming and sobbing. It wanted to be rubbed. So, granting its wish, I rubbed it. Marik giggled, Malik was still laughing in the doorway, you narrowed your eyes, and the stomach sighed in pleasure.

"What was that for?" Marik asked, wide, purple eyes questioning my actions. He stared down at me, then lay his head upon my chest. He was still staring at me, waiting for an answer.

"I wanted to get good luck." I stated. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and Malik, being Malik, broke out into laughter again. Before I could say anything more, however, Marik's gaze went over towards you. I noticed you had gotten up from the couch and stood next to it instead.

"'Kura!" he grinned, jumping off from me and running towards you. You went rigid before he grabbed you, and I could see the displeasure in your face as he cuddled you, rocking back and forth.

"Release me, Marik." You stated, revulsion unmistakably in your voice.

"I got you a present, too, 'Kura!" the spiky-haired blonde declared, completely ignoring your words. He dug in his other pocket and brought out a small pocketknife. This spiked your interest, and you took it from him, a hint of pleasure evident in your eyes.

"I stole it from a kid I killed earlier and thought you might like it." He stated innocently, as if it was a common, everyday thing to say. But for him, it was. How Marik never got caught was a complete mystery to me. He'd killed so many people (or so he claimed), and yet was never found. We'd be watching the News on TV, and all of a sudden he'd yell, "Ooh! Ooh! I killed him! I did, I did!" He'd get so excited when he saw HIS crime on TV he'd start bouncing, fidgeting, and giggling.

"Do you like it?"

"…"

You said nothing to him, only pulled out the blade and took a close look at it. I wanted to look at it, too. You didn't offer it to me, though. Instead, you put the blade back in its slot and looked over at me, narrowing your eyes.

"Get off the floor, you fool."

I hadn't realized I was still on the floor. Malik giggled and put his hand out to help me up. I took it and completely relied on his strength to pull me up. I was too lazy to do it myself.

"Ra, Ryou! Have you gained weight or something?" he giggled, pulling me into an embrace once I was off the floor.

"I don't think so…" I answered, smiling playfully into his chest. He merely hugged me tighter and rocked back and forth, as Marik had done to you.

/Get away from him, Ryou./

Why?

/Because I said so! Now get away from him/

Sighing to myself, I pushed Malik away, whom only giggled in return.

Why do you hate them so much?

/Because I just do, now drop it./

….

I stared at Malik's stomach. It was screaming at me, much like Marik's did. It was calling to me, crying pitifully in its abandonment. I grinned and reached out to stroke it.

/Don't./

Ignoring you, I rubbed his stomach. It was smoothe and flat, just like yours. You let out a growl from behind me, Marik let out a strange gurgling noise, and Malik giggled. I giggled with him.

/Ryou…/ you stated dangerously through the mind link. I merely grinned and looked back at you.

"What?"

You glared at me, your eyes never wavering. I frowned a bit and sent you a bunch of naughty images through the mind link, attempting to cheer you up somehow.

"Ryou!"

I laughed at your expression. Marik and Malik did, too, though I'm sure they had no idea what was going on. You narrowed your eyed even more, glaring at the two blondes.

/I want them to leave./

That tipped me off a bit. I just stared at you, and you stared back. I grinned a little. "How 'bout we all leave?"

"To where, Ryou, to where?" Marik asked, pulling on my sleeve childishly. My eyes, however, stayed on you. You did likewise to me.

"You'll see." I stated. You only glared.

Please RR!