Disclaimer: Yugioh does not belong to me. I'm just a crazy fangirl with no life.

This story takes place sometime after Battle City.

::Bakura speaking to Ryou::

:Ryou speaking to Bakura:

Japanese;

Nani – What

Mou hitori no boku – the other me

Yadonoshi – Landlord (what Bakura calls Ryou)

Practical Joke
Yugi had been up most of the night. It was hard to sleep when your yami woke you every few minutes with colorful obscenities, in a variety of long-dead languages, as he chased the darker half of one of your best friend's souls through his labyrinth of a soulroom.

Yugi still had no idea just how Bakura had gotten into Yami's soul room and at 3:23am he was too tired to care. So when he woke up to a sudden silence in his mind (aside from the occasional snore from Yami's soul room; apparently all that fighting had worn the spirit out) he glanced over at the digital clock beside his bed and it took a moment for his sleep-deprived brain to comprehend what his eyes were seeing.

"I'm LATE!" Yugi shot out of bed and dashed about, gathering his school things and taking one of the quickest (and coldest!) showers of his life. Hair still damp, he grabbed his uniform jacket and slacks from the dryer, dressed, ran a comb through his hair while brushing his teeth and shot downstairs. He grabbed a piece of toast on his way through the kitchen and toed his shoes on in the hall.

"Yugi, what..? Mr. Mouto started with no little bewilderment as his grandson ran past.

"Sorry, no time, Grandpa. BYE!" And he was out the door and headed toward school at a sprint.

He made it to his first class on time (barely) only to discover he'd forgotten his books. As punishment he was sent to stand in the hall.

He was soon joined by a blushing Ryou.

"Anou, I forgot to do my homework." Was the white-haired boy's embarrassed explanation.

"Nani! That's not like you Bakura-kun." Yugi blurted with some surprise, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stifled a yawn.

"I was worried about mou hitori no boku," Ryou replied hesitantly. "I couldn't hear him at all last night and this morning he was humming! He only does that after he's planned something malicious."

Yugi groaned. "Bakura was in Yami's soul room last night. I barely got any sleep between all the profanity and fighting."

"Uh…Yugi-kun…" Ryou had turned an interesting shade of red.

"What is it Bakura-kun?"

"Uh…Nothing!" Ryou said hastily. Yugi let it go with a somewhat dubious look toward where he knew the sennen ring resided beneath Ryou's sweater.

:Why did you stop me from telling him?: Ryou mentally asked Bakura. Bakura snickered.

::My naïve yadonoshi, I didn't go to all that trouble last night so you could save the Pharaoh's little light before I've had any fun.::

:That's evil! Even for you!: Bakura only laughed

:Yugi's yami is going to kill you.: Ryou commented, half worried.

::If the Pharaoh didn't try, I'd be terribly disappointed.:: Bakura's grin was all teeth. ::It's been so boring ever since the end of the Priest's tournament and in any case it should be a valuable learning experience for you.::

:Hai, how to piss off Ancient Egyptian Pharaohs 101.: Ryou snapped sarcastically.

::Why Yadonoshi! I didn't know you cared!:: Bakura mocked as he retreated back into the ring.

'This day is going to be interesting.' Ryou thought as he looked down at Yugi and at the large green trousers the smaller teen was wearing. What Ryou couldn't figure out was how Bakura had managed to trick Yugi into wearing his grandfather's pants.

-Owari

A/N: This really did happen to me. I was so oblivious that I came to school in my grandfather's pants (I was half asleep from staying up late working on an essay: I'm such a procrastinator .) I didn't even notice until second period.