Author's note: I'm beging to relieze just how much my spell check hates Japanese words. ; Oh well, hope you like this next chapter.

Sorry for the late update, well late for me anyway. I know I said I'd post this chapter Thursday, but I've been feeling under the weather. But to make up for that here is a nice long chapter. (I hate being sick!)

Only one reviewer for the last chapter, I am saddened by this. Oh well there is always next chapter.

Reviewers:

Evil Furby Queen: Just want to say thank you for being my most constant reviewer. Glad you liked Bakura and Marik's little bit in chapter 5. Yes, I feel really guilty about putting Ryou through this. ;; However there is a light at the end of every tunnel, and I'm not one for bad endings.

Warnings: slight language. Just thought I'd let you know, sometimes Ryou will refer to Bakura as yami, you know darker side. Not to be confused with the spirit of the puzzle. So Yami the person is capitalized, while Ryou saying "yami" will be him referring to Bakura.

Japanese words

Baka idiot

Disclaimer: The last time I checked, I didn't own Yu-gi-oh, but since you people seem so nice I'll check again…. Nope, still don't own it, so don't Sue.

All I Want for Christmas Chapter 6: Solution?

"Dude stop pacing, your driving me nuts!" Tristan exclaimed finishing the lights. 'For the second time.' He thought.

"Sorry." Yami replied, crossing his arms while frowning.

"Seriously anymore pacing and your going to ware a hole in the sidewalk."

"It's just that something is wrong with Yugi and no one will tell me what!" Yami shouted at no one in particular.

"Relax, I'm sure its nothing. If it was the others would have filled us in, simple as that." The brunette explained plugging in the cord.

Yami only growled under his breath and began to pace again. "Don't you want to find out what's going on?" the spirit inquired.

"I might be slightly curious, but I'm not going to obsess over it."

"I am not obsessing!"

"Whoa easy!" Tristan said putting his hands up in defense. Sometimes he just forgot who he was talking to. Before the spirit gained a body of his own Tristan couldn't even tell the deference between Yugi and Yami. Even now he sometimes felt he was talking to the boy he knew since grade school and not the spirit of the three thousand year puzzle. "I'm just saying that worrying about it is only going to make you more upset." 'Man he needs to lighten up.'

"I just can't understand why Yugi can't tell me what the matter is!"

"Oh that's it." Tristan said draping an arm around the Pharaoh's shoulder once again forgetting that this was not his child hood schoolmate.

"What is?" Yami asked looking slightly vexed.

"Dude, you're jealous."

Yami's frown deepened slightly, "Not true." He stated coldly.

"Well then, your doing a very good job of acting like someone who is."

Yami knew the teen was probably right, which only increased his growing anger. He understood that Yugi had friends, and that they shared a close bound. Even the spirit considered this odd group his friends as well. But Yami still could not understand why his lighter half could not tell him what was troubling him. 'Why doesn't he trust me as well?'

Tristan watched the spirit, finding it very strange that the King of Games was having such difficulty to keep his emotions under wraps. In the dueling ring he could remain calm and collective, but yet one small, probably insignificant secret could drive Yami up a wall.

The brunet climbed back up the ladder scowling upon finding a section of the lights had came loose. He glanced back down at his tri-colored haired friend. 'Oh well, at least it's nice to see him actually showing some emotion.' "Whoa!"

"Hey Tristan! Get your butt in here!" Joey yelled from the doorway, only to whiteness the ladder clattering to the sidewalk and a pair of feet dangling from the game shop roof.

"Tristan?" Joey asked stepping outside finding his friend grabbing on to the 'M' of the game shop's sign in a desperate attempt from landing painfully on his backside. "Hey this is no time to be fooling around!" The blond declared not realizing that it was his fault the brunet had ended up in the situation in the first place, "It's an emergency!"

"So I've heard." Yami said dryly knowing full well that Joey wasn't about to say anymore on the subject with him there. "Are you all right?" He called up to Tristan setting the ladder back up.

"Oh yeah, fine." He answered with clear sarcasm, climbing down. "Fine enough to Deck your Halls Wheeler!" he yelled.

"Tristan that's a really lame pun." Joey replied waving a finger at the brunet before getting hit in the face with a snowball.

"That's real cold man." The blond stated simply.

Ryou's House

Malik was in the process of trying to stay warm while Ryou made another futile attempt to get in touch with his father.

"Hello, can I please speak with Dr. Bakura." There was a pause as the brown-eyed teen waited for a response, anxiously biting his lower lip. "Oh I see." He said crestfallen.

"What's the matter?" The Egyptian asked.

"The secretary at the University my father works at says he's been in an excavation in Greece for the past four months."

"Well that explains why you couldn't get in touch with him at your house." Malik stated.

"What's that!" Ryou said to the secretary. "You know how I can get in touch with him! That's wonderful!"

Malik gave Ryou a thumbs-up while the white haired boy continued his conversation with the secretary. "I'll just get a pen and paper for the phone number…"

Ryou was barley able to finish his sentence before the line went dead. At the same time the lights in the apartment flickered and died.

"What happened?" Malik asked.

"No!" yelled Ryou, "I was so close to getting in contact with my dad!"

"Did the power line go out?"

"No, it's probably Mr. Greenbridge." Ryou answered sullenly.

"First he turns off the heat, now this?" Malik asked in disbelief. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this suppose to be the season of giving?"

Ryou only sighed in reply. The British teen didn't know how long the two stood in silence within the cold dark apartment before Malik let out a yelp of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Ryou asked.

"What's your problem!" Malik asked harshly "You just sneak up behind me and grab my shoulder!"

"Malik," Ryou stared uneasily. "I haven't moved away from the phone."

"So then your hands not on my shoulder?" Malik asked in an uncharacteristically meek voice.

When a very evil cackle reached both boy's ears, the two teens both screamed loud enough to wake the entire apartment.

"Get it off me!" Cried Malik, running to the door. "Quick Ryou open the door!"

"I'm trying!" Called back a panicked Ryou.

Click, a switch was flipped and the beam of a flashlight illuminated a more sadistic version of Ryou.

Both teens stood shocked by the door. "Oh, it's only Bakura." Malik said chuckling to hid his embarrassment.

"Hello yami." Ryou said, his cheek's a bright crimson.

Bakura's cackle turned into uncontrollable laughter. "It wasn't that funny Bakura." Ryou stated.

"Why can't you use the door like a normal person?" Malik asked.

The tomb robber straitened, whipping tears from his eyes. "I couldn't pass up the chance the scare the crap out of you, could I?"

With that he dumped what appeared to be an assortment of wallets, wristwatches and jewelry on the kitchen table. "Hey hikari, how much would this modern day time-piece be worth?"

"Oh Bakura, you promised you wouldn't steal anything!" Ryou exclaimed.

"How else are we going to pay that mortal enough to put the heat back?" Bakura argued. "Which brings up the question, why are you two standing here in the dark?"

Ryou lowered his eyes to the floor. "Mr. Greenbridge shut of the electricity."

"I'll kill him." The tomb robber answered bluntly heading toward the door.

"No yami, please!" Ryou begged. "No killing!"

"You won't let me steal, you won't let me kill the bloody mortal who is making our lives a living hell," Bakura exclaimed ticking each point off on his fingers. "Can I at least sick my Man-Eater Bug on him?"

Ryou sighed in exasperation. 'Merry Christmas Ryou.' He thought to him self.

Game Shop

"Ok guys spill, what is this 'Big Emergency'?" Tristan asked once he entered the living room of the Mutou residence. "Frankly, I think you should tell Yami, he's going nuts out there."

"You don't think he suspects?" Yugi asked in a rush to Joey and Tea.

"He knows something is going on, and he looks pissed enough to send the next person who gets him upset to the Shadow Realm."

"Please," Tea replied. "Yami does have self control."

"Well it's not like we have much choose." Joey pointed out "I mean it is his Christmas gift right? It's supposed to be a surprise."

"Hold it! You mean to tell me you're going through all this work over a Christmas present!" Tristan asked.

Just then Mr. Mutou came in "Oh Tristan, I just saw the lights and they look fantastic. Here I thought you could use a reward."

"You didn't have to go through so much trouble." Tristan said, 'Yes!' the brunet thought. 'Maybe this will be enough to get that blender!'

"Here I just baked these."

"Wha…" Tristan asked slightly confused looking at the brown parcel now in his hands.

"They're gingerbread cookies." Mr. Mutou explained while leaving the room. "Enjoy them."

"Ginger…bread…" Tristan repeated, eyebrow twitching. The three other teenagers looked on in confusion

"I did all that work for cookies!" Tristan exploded.

Yugi jumped at his friend's sudden outburst, while Tea and Joey stared in bewilderment. "Now how am I supposed to buy my mom that blender?"

"Wait, you went through all that work for a Christmas present?" Tea asked slightly bemused.

"Yeah, you jerk!" Joey put in. " And after you just practically said we were being stupid for doing the exact same thing!"

"You all right Tristan?" Yugi asked at his dazed friend.

"I don't even like ginger bread." The brunet said half-heartedly.

"Oh let him be." Tea said. "You said you had an idea to help Yugi?"

"Oh yeah!" Joey's eyes light up upon being reminded of his own idea. "In fact it might help you too Tristan, but it will take all of us."

Ryou's Apartment

"So I guess you're wondering exactly why it's colder in here then outside." Bakura said to Malik.

"No, Ryou explained everything about your landlord." The Egyptian said bluntly.

"What!" Bakura yelled into the dark apartment.

Malik listened as he heard a yelp from Ryou's general direction. "What happened to all that 'Now we don't want to burden the others.' And all that other polite crap you kept spewing." The peeved spirit yelled. "Then you turn around and blab to the first person you see!"

"Well it's kind of hard to have guests over and not have them notice." Came Ryou's timid reply.

"You didn't have to invite him in." Bakura answered jerking the flashlight he held in his hand at Malik.

"I was afraid if he stood there to long Mr. Greenbridge would get suspicious. Besides, it would be rude to let Malik freeze to death outside."

Malik snorted at this, but it went unnoticed as the pair continued their argument.

"To Anubis with your manners!" Bakura thundered.

"You mean to tell me you didn't tell anyone?" Ryou asked.

"No." Bakura answered almost immediately.

"Bakura…"

"Alright, the Pharaoh, and maybe that mortal Taylor overheard me, but that's it."

Ryou blinked, Yami of all people! Malik was thinking along the same lines, he found it extremely ironic that the tomb robber could find a confidence in someone who was probably the thief's greatest enemy for most of his existence.

"Well I'd better go." Malik said. "My offer still stands." He directed this statement toward Ryou.

"Thank you again, but I would fear for the safety of the world if I took you up on it." Ryou answered chuckling slightly.

Bakura who didn't understand the two's private joke, steered the tan teen to the window. "Go out this way." He said gruffly, motioning toward the fire escape. "So the baka landlord doesn't see you coming out of the apartment." He explained.

"Wait Malik! Your fruit cake." Ryou pointed to the table.

"You keep it." Malik said. "It got pretty hard from being in the cold, you could always chuck it at your landlord." And with that he left.

'Oh great.' Thought Ryou, looking at the thoughtful expression on Bakura's face due to Malik's comment. 'Thanks Malik, give him ideas.'

/No./ the white haired teen said while calmly tossing the fruit cake out the window, while trying his best to glare at his darker half.

"You know what your problem is Ryou, you don't trust anyone."

There you have it, Chapter 6. Again sorry for the late update.

Next Chapter: Joey's plan is finally revealed, while Malik gets into a bit of a tight spot. Duke Devlin also makes an appearance, and he'd do well to watch out for falling objects. Will Yugi be able to get Yami a gift in time, what about Tristan's own Christmas troubles? How will Ryou get in contact with his father now? All questions will be answered in time.

Ok people, to make the author feel better all you have to do is review the story.