A/N: Hi everyone! I would like to take a moment to rant. I was looking for some BxR fan art. Obviously I'm a HUGE fan. Don't ask why. But this girl was ranting about fan fic and how she hated fan fiction because 1. Bakura had no idea that he had a Yami. Which when you look back on the series and manga you realize, it's true. But then again… How can someone NOT know the have another person living in them? Bakura had to know at one point. Come on people! Use those brains! 2. That the Yami's don't have physical bodies. This, too, is true. But how can I write my yaoi if they don't have bodies? It's a small detail we can all get over. 3. Ryou lives in an apartment and writes to his dead sister. I know this too. But I want my Ryou to live in a house. The whole sister thing I don't care for. So I just won't write about it. Sorry for those people who like that. 4. Last thing I remember was she was ranting about Yami Bakura beating Ryou. I think I agree with her on that. How the hell do people come up with that! Though maybe I shouldn't talk because I do believe that Jou had an abusive father… Please, it's written all over his face… But please, this is fan fic world. Nothing makes sense. You should know that and be prepared for it when you enter this site. So get over it. Fan fiction is written because people want to bend their favorite stories for entertainment. So get over it. Fan fiction does not have to be accurate nor be factual. All it has to be is yours when you write about it and read it. That's all and nothing else. Otherwise I found this woman's rant quite funny. Though she seriously needs to just let it all go and enjoy the big picture. But, ya know. To each their own.

Warning: Shounen ai. Yaoi. Boy on Boy. Get it?

Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own. Not one character, manga, or anime. Sad, ne?

Summary: Malik is dropped on Ryou's doorstep. Let's watch as the plans unfold…

Remember:

"Blah" speech.

Blah thoughts

/Blah/ mind link (Yami)

\Blah\ mind link (Hikari)

Chapter Two

If there is one word to describe Marik and Malik Ishtar, is would probably be PYSCHO.

Those two were known for cooking up odd and slightly disturbing plans for either world domination, or getting two people together. In fact that is why Honda and Otogi are now a couple. Creepy, isn't it?

Well, suffice to say that these two got tired of waiting for Ryou and Bakura to admit their feelings for each and have some hot passionate love making. Then they called up Yuugi and Yami, who were both now over at the Ishtar's lovely home with a bag of sugar, a muzzle and straight jacket.

Now what would one suppose were to happen when Malik was fastened in said jacket and muzzle and then unceremoniously dumped on Bakura and Ryou's door step along with a half empty bag of what you hope is sugar?

I will tell you.

You got one screwed up weekend…

Now back to our misguided heroes…

Bakura was glaring at the TV. Why? Not even he was sure. He just was. Something was fishy about this whole thing… But he couldn't put his finger on it. "Hikariiiiiiii!" he whined. "The TV is glaring at me!"

Ryou sighed and looked at the TV screen. "That's your reflection."

"I didn't say the TV was on…"

The younger suppressed an urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes Bakura needed a brake. Ryou hopped on the back on the couch and sat next to his yami. He turned on the TV and channel surfed for a while.

It took him a few tries to find a good one. But he finally settled on a romance comedy. He was about half way into the movie when he shuddered. That was weird… I just felt a chill. Like someone was watching me…

He looked out of the corner of his eyes. He could have sworn Bakura just turn back to the movie. Maybe it just his imagination…

Bakura internally sighed. So close, yet so far away… Now and again, without his real attention, the thief's eyes would travel toward Ryou. If only he could just reach over… maybe be wrapped around him for a moment. Perhaps Ryou would even whisper out his name...

Bakura mentally slapped himself. Fool. He doesn't like you like that. Stop daydreaming… You'll both only end up hurting. Bakura mentally slapped himself again. And STOP IT with the damn angst. Just be glad you have him. Bakura sulked as he heard the doorbell ring. Great. This will make him feel much better…

Ryou had turned off the TV and gotten up to open the door. The door wasn't completely open before a bound and muzzled Malik and bag of sugar were thrust into his arms. The young silver haired teen made a squeak as he fell to the floor.

Having heard said squeak, the yami had gotten up to see what was going on. To be honest it caused a bit of a primal growl in the back of his throat. What he saw was HIS Ryou being pinned against the floor by no one other than Malik, a sexually insane Egyptian known to have more than 'friendly' feelings for Ryou.

Or that was what he last heard. But yet again, I must say that this is Bakura. No one knows why Bakura thinks the way he does. Not even Bakura. But then again, what he last heard isn't that far from the truth… Ew.

Bakura felt an eye twitch coming on. "Heya, Malik? Would you mind getting off my hikari?" Bakura asked trying to keep calming but still failing to miss Malik was currently tied up. Literally.

When failed to comply Bakura heaved up the blonde Egyptian. Ryou sat up a bit startled. The older, slightly terrifying, one was getting ready to pummel poor little Malik. That's when Ryou commented on the white jacket strapped on to the other light.

"Why are you in a straight jacket and muzzle?"

Bakura blinked, suddenly noticing the attire their friend was dressed up in. Slowly the boy was lowered back to the floor. Cautiously, the albino walked up to Malik and took off the muzzle. The result was something similar to this…

"And- WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IF YOU'RE A KID AND YOU WANNA GO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BUT YOU AIN'T GOT DRUGS YET! HOLD ON TO YOUR LIFE! HOLD ON TO YOU LITTLE… Gonads and STR-"

The muzzle cut off the result of the song.

Bakura raised an eyebrow and snatched the sugar bag from Ryou. "None of this for you." Ryou just nodded eyes as big as saucers. That's when Malik began dancing.

As Marik was running back home, he was laughing his ass off. Oh this is gonna be so good! They have NEVER experienced anything like my light on a sugar high. Now that was fun! Well it was for me anyways…

TBC

OK that's it. Sorry it was short. I'm on mental block at the moment. I also hope that I'm correct when I say that Marik is the dark and Malik is the light right? Anyways, tune in for next time…