Author's note: When I first started this fic I didn't realize how long it would take. I thought I'd be writing a short story. I should have known, whenever I write, nothing is short. --; I'm still going to try and finish before Christmas though. Lets see if I can pull this off.

Reviews:

Dragontiger1: Don't worry I have plenty more ideas for this fic. As for Yami's gift I haven't a clue as to what could possibly suit him. I got time for that though. Glad you liked the whole Tea bit. Personally I feel that making fun of friendship rants have been so over done by many other authors, I'd figure I'd do something different. Besides in the mangas, Anzu A.K.A. Tea doesn't really rant. (I blame poor dubbing!)

Evil Furby Queen: What can I say, I'm a work-a-holic. I'll try not to kill myself though. You do have a point, better that I make the chapters the best I can then to try and upload them all at once.

Warnings: Slight language.

I introduce two more characters with this chapter Ryou and Malik (both hikaris). There is also a mention of Marik (yami). Just thought I'd give you a little insight on Malik personality as far as this fic is concerned. I've already mentioned I only have access to the American dub, so as far as I know after battle city Malik patched things up with Yugi and the others. He will get along with the group for the most part, and generally oppose his yami's ideas of fun, unless no one's life is in danger in the process. I'll give him a bit of a mischievous side as the story goes on, and he'll have a temper, although in this chapter he doesn't really show either. If any one has any problems with this, please let me know on how I can make his personality true to the original anime.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh. (Not the most original disclaimer in the world, but it will do.)

All I Want for Christmas

Chapter 5: Snowballs and Fruitcakes

Squeak, squeak, click, Splat! "Umph! Grr…"

Squeak, squeak, click, Splat! "Ahh! I am going too…"

Squeak, squeak…. and so continued the strange noises coming from outside the Mutou Game Shop.

Ever since Yami went inside to further question Mr. Mutou about this new holiday, Bakura had begun to play a new game he invented which he liked to call, 'Hit the mortal with the frozen white stuff.'

Now every time Tristan finished placing in a new bulb for the Christmas lights, he would receive a handful of snow to the back of his head.

Squeak, squeak,………………………..click, Splat! "Gahhh! Cold, Cold, Cold!" Tristan exclaimed as some of the snow slide down his back. 'Come on man, calm down, don't give him a reason to get mad at you.' The teenager told himself. 'You don't want your soul sucked into your favorite duel monster card again do you?'

Squeak, squeak, Tristan grimaced before turning the bulb, 'It's for mom.' He reminded him self. Click, Splat! "Do you have to do that?" The brunette yelled finally losing his cool.

"Of course I don't have to," the thief replied. "It's just too much fun."

Squeak, squeak, click, Splat! ………… Blink.

Bakura looked stunned as the wet snow made contact with the side of his face.

"It works both ways Bakura." Yami stated with a smirk, leaning casually against the game shop door.

Bakura was about to respond in what only could have been a cleaver-come back, when he was cut off, by a small avalanche landing on him.

Joey, who had just barreled down the street dragging a frantic Tea, had successfully covered the tomb robber in the powdery snow in his rush.

Tristan found it hard to suppress a smile from reaching his face as he continued putting in new light bulbs. He found it especially hard when Bakura began to jump up and down on the sidewalk. "Bloody Hell! Cold! Cold! Cold! Wheeler prepare to die!"

"Gonna have to wait, I'm in kind of a hurry." Joey replied seriously

"Oh really?" Bakura asked and gave a look that clearly stated 'I don't care! I have snow running down my pants now you idiot!' He began to brush himself off as best he could, as Tristan began to hum 'Frosty the Snowman', still finding it hard to keep a straight face.

"What's wrong?" Yami asked

"Well, Yug's in kind of a tight spot." Joey blurted out, then realized whom he was taking to. "Whoops."

"Yugi's in trouble! What has happened!" The spirit had now gone into 'over protective yami mode'

"Way to go Joey!" Tea hissed in her friend's ear while elbowing the blond in the ribs. "It's nothing serious!" Tea said trying to cover up what had just happened. "You know silly teenager things." With that Tea dragged Joey inside before he let something else slip.

"That was strange." Tristan commented starting to string up the lights for a second time.

"Everyone in this era is strange mortal," Bakura said "and thanks to that fool Wheeler I'm freezing my…"

"Sorry to interrupt you from whatever vulgar comment you're about to make, but you are allowed inside the game shop." Yami cut in. "provided you don't steal anything."

"Hump, I'll pass, I need to get home anyway." And with that the white haired thief began his trek home.

Downtown Domino

While Bakura was just being his journey back to his house, Malik Ishtar was already at the front door of Ryou's apartment.

Under his arm was a wrapped parcel that appeared to be some kind of backed good.

The blond Egyptian raised a hand and rapt on the door, and waited, and waited. 'Come on Ryou or Bakura, someone open the door it's freezing out here.' Malik thought, starting to shift from one foot to the other in an attempt to keep warm.

"Come on, I know your in there the lights are on!" Malik yelled pounding on the door losing his temper. "Ryou!"

"Ryou doesn't live here." Came a voice from the other side of the door that sounded extremely like Ryou's doing a poor imitation of an old lady.

"What? Give me a break! Of course Ryou lives here and so does the tomb robber! Quit playing games I'm freezing out here!" Malik yelled.

"Wait," Came the voice, sounding a bit more like Ryou, "you're not Mr. Greenbridge?"

Malik blinked in confusion, then asked exasperatedly, "Do I sound like Mr. Greenbridge? It's Malik!"

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Ryou said and with one quick movement he opened the door grabbed the Egyptian and pulled him inside.

"Whoa! Ryou, What are…."

"Shhh." The white haired boy interrupted stealing a glance down the hall before shutting the door and locking it.

"Ryou, what's going on?" Malik whispered over to were the other teen now had his ear pressed to the door. The lavender eyed Egyptian involuntarily shivered as to what would make his friend act so strange.

Then when he couldn't stop shivering he realized that it was probably due to the fact that it was actually colder in the apartment then it was outside.

His suspicions were confirmed when he realized that Ryou was dressed in his coat and gloves, and noticed how their breaths still turned to mist whenever they exhaled.

"It's Mr. Greenbridge," Ryou said quietly, "he's the apartments landlord. He turned off the heat in an attempt to get me out of the apartment."

"That's not right!" Shouted Malik, "Come on, we're going down and having a talk with Mr. Greenbridge."

"No, you don't understand! He's in the right!" Ryou said positioning himself between his friend and the door.

"What do you mean Ryou?"

The white haired boy sighed, "I haven't been paying rent. Normally my dad would send it to me, but this month's hasn't arrived. It has been almost three weeks late and I haven't been able to get in touch with my father. Mr. Greenbridge is threatening to cut the electricity next. Then I'll have no way to contact my dad."

"Why didn't you tell someone?" Malik asked.

"I didn't want to be a burden, remember where I go Bakura goes."

'He does raise a good point.' Malik thought, most of their friends were afraid of Bakura without someone around to make sure that there weren't any sudden trips to the Shadow Realm. And those who weren't, like the Pharaoh just didn't have the room.

"What about staying with me and my family?" Suggested Malik, "I'm not scared of the tomb robber."

"That is true." Ryou agreed with a thoughtful expression, "But what about your darker half Malik?"

Malik blinked at the mention of his own yami. While Bakura was sadistic at times Marik could be just plain psychotic, a good reason to keep their time together limited.

"Could you imagine the damage those two could do?" Ryou continued.

"Yes, you're probably right."

The last time Marik and Bakura were together, their two hikaries, along with Yugi had found the game shop in total disarray.

The three lighter halves had found Joey and Tea in the Mutou's living room, both tied in chairs covered in silly-string. Joey's chair was tipped over and lay on it's side, apparently the blond got hungry and wanted to get to the plate of chips that had been left on the coffee table. The biggest surprise however, was when Ryou went to put away their coats in the closet, only to find Yami hog tied, and hanging upside down. The former ruler of Egypt was not happy to say the least, to be found in such a fashion; the spirit's pride was seriously bruised after Bakura and Marik's 'little' joke.

From then on it was agreed upon to carefully watch the two darker halves actions whenever they were together.

Malik laughed inwardly, he had thought the prank very funny, and very innocent considering who was behind it. However he kept his opinion to himself, knowing the incident upset Ryou.

"So can I help you with something Malik?" Ryou asked.

"Well actually." The Egyptian teen began, a faint blush reaching his checks. "I know Christmas isn't a holiday that I personally celebrate, but it seemed like it might be interesting to learn about."

"Go on." Ryou encouraged.

"Well I tried to bake a fruitcake, but I think something went wrong." Malik indicated towards the parcel in his arms.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't really taste good." Malik said, making a face.

Ryou chuckled at this, "I hate to tell you this mate but fruitcake never tastes good."

"Oh. Well then why in Re's name would anyone bake this thing to begin with?" Malik asked setting the cake down on the table.

The British teen just shrugged, "Tradition I guess."

There you have it folks, chapter 5. Read and Review!

I know for sure I won't be able to update tomorrow, I just have too much going on. Sorry if this disappoints any one, I'll try to post chapter six Thursday.

Next chapter: Tristan gets on Yami's nerves, while Ryou tries to get in touch with his father; will he be able to get the money in time? Joey's plan is about to unfold.