Disclaimer-Taken from M.P.'s notebook. This story has been revised. It has been spell checked as of January 25, 2006 and all of the works on this account will be put on hold to edit this. Please enjoy.

Ryou and his Yami sat together on the ancient couch pondering what to do on the stifling hot day.

Ryou, looking at his Yami to see if it was safe, began to inch toward the dusty T.V. to turn it on. The dusty dial gave a click as an annoying news caster popped on. World events were being told, one of them announcing the day as the hottest recorded in the new millennia. A grunt of approval came from the darkness's throat as Ryou joined his Yami on the couch once more. The white haired male did not want to waste any more energy on something so pitiful as the television.

"Damm it, it's fucking hotter than Egypt was five thousand years ago..." Bakura complained, whipping his white hair behind his ears where it gladly stayed thanks to the humidity. The sweat clung to both his and Ryou's foreheads as they just sat there…doing nothing.

"Hey, Bakura..."Ryou glanced over to his Yami to see if he was paying attention. The man shifted heavily on the couch cushions making them give out a sound similar to nails on a chalkboard. He had told Ryou that the couch should be thrown out. He bonded with the couch that night.

"Yeah?" Bakura answered fiddling with the remote. Hey, he would have turned on the television if he hadn't pawned the batteries to the remote to Marik.

Ryou glanced at him again; he wanted to make sure he wouldn't get laughed at for suggesting something as insane or suicidal as this. He was sure his yami carried around a knife specifically for these types of questions.

"Yeah?" Bakura asked again, impatient of his hikari's wait to spit out whatever he was going to say.

"Uh..." Ryou stammered.

"SPIT IT OUT ALLREADY!"

"Well, how cool is it in your soul room anyway?" he asked cautiously. Just because his yami had learned that hitting him was bad from Yugi's Yami didn't mean Bakura would resort to other methods of torture.

Bakura stared at him. True, the AC had broken when he had tried to adjust it to his own soul room's temperature. The soul room was cold; icy in fact. But still, was his light suggesting that they cool off in 'his' soul room? Didn't Bakura teach him about personal areas? His soul room that he worked so hard to maintain? How he strived to keep it looking better then that blasted goodie Yami's soul room!

"NO." Bakura decided, saying it firmly, as if to a dog. He pulled off his emotionless voice perfectly.

"But," Ryou whined, "It's too hot Bakura! Please just this once?" Ryou questioned, pleading with his darkness. Bottom lip quivering slightly adding the effect of a kicked puppy.

"NO AND THAT'S FINAL!" Ryou met crimson eyes as his Yami disappeared with in his soul room. 'Great idea Hikari, I would have never thought of this if you hadn't asked me that stupid question.' Bakura thought, settling down in his much cooler soul room.

"Bakura. No fair. You BROKE the AC!" Ryou shouted at the ring, shaking it; a little trick he had learned from Yugi. When if Yugi wanted to play, he played…

Bakura tried to ignore the shaking all around him as he shot his much more innocent half a look through their mental link. He groaned when a volume of heavy literature fell on his head.

Ryou cringed as he tried to think of all the blackmail he could do to his Yami. Thoughts ran through their mental link. However, these thoughts didn't have much effect. Ryou was way too innocent to actually carry them out.

Bakura had finally started to fall asleep when he caught sight of one of the crazed Hikari's thoughts…

/YOU WILL NOT SHOW THAT STINKING YAMI THAT PHOTO/ He shouted out. The syllables echoed throughout the soul room, bouncing off several bookshelves. Bakura promptly disappeared and materialized in front of Ryou who grinned at his Yami's attire and grabbed the object that he had grabbed when shaking around the ring and-

Snap-Snap-Snap-

His attire was acceptable for bed. Being inside one's soul allowed certain privileges, such as changing form or clothing at will. Bakura's eyes widened as he looked down at what he was wearing. Little red heart boxers and a red shirt winked back at him in, mocking him as he tried to get a hold of what his 'innocent' Hikari did.

Soft chocolate brown eyes met his harsh red eyes as Bakura lunged at Ryou smacking his own face right between the cushions of where Ryou just vanished from." I'm going to Get You!"

Ryou rolled his eyes as he ran trying to ditch the camera where it could be safely hidden and developed later for blackmail. 'Man is it hot' Ryou thought as he turned sharply running to his room when he got an idea. Darting quickly behind the small space between wall and door he watched as a panting Yami stormed in and glanced around.

'Where the hell did he go? Hmm? What's this?' Bakura turned around to see that his Light had lured him into a trap. The lock was clicked into place, it being located on the hallway side of the door. Ryou stood outside his Yami pounded his bedroom door screaming for him to unlock it. Not caring what the neighbors would think to the screaming man, Ryou wandered downstairs to see if there was any ice cream left in the freezer.

Giving up after what seemed like hours of screaming to Bakura, he decided to check around the room to see if there were any 'breakable objects'. Seeing only plastic Bakura grinned as he noticed the open window and his Hikari's duel monsters deck..

So what did you think? Reviews welcome on this new revised part. Content has been altered and anymore suggestions on how to improve the storyline are welcome.