Payback: The Next Generation
'Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.'
Bakura growled, ripping the bumper sticker in two and throwing the pieces on the floor.
Ryou just sighed and picked the debris up, throwing it away in the trashcan.
"Why is she going after me?" Bakura demanded. "The Pharaoh was the one who sent Mai that shirt."
Nodding, Ryou said, "True, but Téa was the one who sent you that sticker, and she's always been level-headed. Téa convinced Mai to strike at the source of this mess, and since they found out from Yugi that you were the one who started this – and that no one had pranked you since Yami did – they went after you."
"So what, Mai's trying to even the odds or something?" Bakura demanded. "She's definitely living down to her hair color's implied intelligence – there is no such thing as fair in a prank war. Don't they know that?"
"Apparently not," Ryou replied. Then, with wary dread in his voice, "So, who are you going to hit next?"
"Oh, no, aibou, it's your turn," Bakura said with relish.
"Huh?" Ryou said intelligently.
"Don't you want to strike out against all the people who are insulting me?" the yami asked, doing a pretty credible impression of innocent puppy eyes, considering that he was a malicious dark spirit. "I mean, Téa went after me to defend Mai's honor, and Taylor went after Noa to defend dice girl's…"
"I should never have let slip Duke's secret," Ryou moaned inaudibly.
"…don't you love me anymore?" Bakura finished, lip trembling in a rather cute pout.
Ryou chuckled. "Of course I do, Bakura, but I'm not really very creative at this kind of thing. Besides, she isn't insulting me – you can take care of yourself," he ended firmly.
"Oh, so as long as I'm the only one getting hammered, it's okay?" Bakura asked with interest, rummaging around in the envelope the sticker had been in.
"Pretty much," Ryou agreed cheerfully.
"Well, then, let's see what you say when you read Mai's note, shall we, hikari?" Bakura said, holding out a folded note. His grin would have frightened Marik with how wide it was; Ryou was completely unnerved, but by dint of being Bakura's lover he'd gotten used to such creepy things as par for the course.
Reaching out, Ryou accepted the slip of paper that had been tucked inside the envelope. It read: Ryou. Bakura's cute and all, but I didn't know you were into necrophilia.
Ryou blinked and then glared to rival his yami. "Oh, they are so going down," he swore.
Sighing, Bakura wiped a pretend tear from his eye. "Aw, my reincarnate is all grown up and planning evil payback schemes. I'm so proud."