DIS: Hey, yay! After I finish this chapter, I'll only have two fictions to update. By all the gods, that's never happened. It kind of worries me. (o.o) Anyway, sorry for the very late update. For some reason, I thought I was finished with this fic, lol. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and here's the last chapter, Bakura and Ryou!

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A conversation with Ryou and Bakura

Ironically, while the other two sets of abious and yamis were chatting, so was the sweet, British-accented Ryou and his psychotic, pointy-haired yami, Bakura. Of course, it was more of a one-sided conversation, really. Ryou was in Bakura's soul room, where he was lounging on his huge bed, a totally bored expression on his face while he watched Ryou sit in the fluffy recliner across from the bed. He was also talking to Bakura, though it kind of sounded like he was talking to himself...

"...always worried about grades and money, so I'm a bit anxious if she's suicidal or something. I'm actually a little afraid that she might prostitute herself. She's such a good person, though, don't you think so? She's even nice to you and that's saying something, you know, Bakura. And then there's her dancing classes. She's always worrying about those, too. I wish there was something I could to do help her. I'm thinking I'll ask father to lend me some money to give to Anzu. Do you think that will offend her??"

"(-.-) Abiou...You're sounding like that freak, Yuugi. He's always ogling Mazaki and looking like he wants to fondle her. If you turn into someone like that, I'm going to have to kill you slow."

"(O.O)...So...Is that a no?"

"THAT MEANS STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!" Bakura roared, jumping on the bed, glaring down at him. "It's her problem, dammit, and I refuse to be involved in this!"

"I wasn't...going to involve you, yami..."

"THE HELL IF YOU WEREN'T! I know you, Ryou. Oh, yes, I know you." Ryou just stared at him, more than a bit freaked out. "You're the type of guy that wants his yami to suffer. You're just like the fucking asshole, Malik!" He narrowed his eyes. "You know what he does to his yami? Do you? He whips him, Ryou! He whips Marik and cackles and then threatens to stake him like the Italians did to Jesus!"

"Um...it was the Romans, Bakura, not – "

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP? I'm talking!"

"(U.U) Sure..."

"As I was saying..." Bakura sniffed, lowering himself on the bed, crossing his arms.

(Silence...)

"(o.o) Um..." Bakura blinked. "What was I saying?"

"(x.x)..." Ryou didn't answer. When it came to Malik, "the twisted bastard," as Bakura liked to call him, he went off his rocker, so to speak.

"Meh. Whatever." He flopped back on his back. "What are we eating?"

"I was thinking spaghetti."

"I hate spaghetti."

"How about ramen?"

"I hate ramen."

"What about Ragu?"

"I hate Ragu."

"...Steak?"

"Steak sounds good," Bakura said with agreement.

"We don't have any steak."

"THEN WHY DID YOU SUGGEST IT?"

"Well...You wouldn't have said 'yes' to anything else..."

"SO? DOES THAT MEAN TO GET MY HOPES UP? RA, RYOU, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU LATELY?"

"(o.o) I don't know...Maybe I should start seeing a psychiatrist again?"

Bakura gave a long-suffering groan. "But then I have to make my own dinner or starve until you get home."

"(--) What if I bought you some TV dinners and showed you how to make them?" Bakura groaned again. "I'M DISTURBED AND HERE YOU ARE, WORRYING ABOUT YOUR STOMACH!"

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME, BOY!" Bakura snapped. "I WON'T HAVE IT IN MY SOUL ROOM!"

"THEN I'LL LEAVE!"

"LEAVE THEN!"

Ryou stormed out of Bakura's soul room, slamming the door. Bakura glowered at the door and waited. A minute later, Ryou came back in, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, Bakura, I shouldn't have raised my voice at you."

"No, you shouldn't have," his yami agreed coldly.

"Friends?" Ryou offered.

"Kiss my ass."

"...That was rude."

"So what? You're acting like that son-of-two-whoring-bitches, Malik."

"...That was rude, too."

"I DON'T CARE!" Ryou burst into tears.

"WELL, YOU SHOULD!" And then he ran out, sobbing.

"(-.-) Damn," Bakura muttered. "There goes my dinner, spaghetti or not."

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DIS: Ta-da. All finished. Yeah, I know, it wasn't great. And now I remember why I thought I was done with this fic. I didn't have any ideas for Bakura and Ryou. Well, whatever. Please review on your way out! It'd be much appreciated. Some humor fics should be coming out, so look out for those! Ciao!