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"Oops? OOPS?! Your give Ryou the shock of his life and a concussion and ALL YOU CAN SAY IS 'OOPS'?!"

Ryou frowned, the yelling was making his head hurt even more.

"Well, I'd like to see you come up with something better after having those big brown eyes ogling you while you were in the shower."

Ryou opened his eyes, only to close them again with a groan when he experienced midday sunlight dead in the eyes. The two voices continued in blatant disregard for the pained light's pounding headache.

"Unless you've forgotten, IT WAS MY BODY!"

"Well, sorry, but I don't like being covered in the tainted blood of idiots! And since some STINGY unnamed PSYCHOPATH who likes blood, not mentioning any names, BAKURA, neglected to clean us up while we were unconscious, you, and thus I, was covered in the tainted blood of the Great White Idiot Himself! Do you have any idea how VIOLATED I felt?"

There was a pause in which Ryou managed to squint his eyes through the light of Ra.

"…You're gonna milk this for everything it's worth, aren't you? You're such a fucking Drama Queen."

"…Yeah. I know, but then I was also made from your latent personality traits; meaning traits that were already there but either repressed or under-developed. And besides, don't think I don't remember your manipulation of your 'friends'. I mean, seriously, you had to have been a master of the puppy eyes to get Joey and Tristan into drag-"

Ryou ignored his headache and sat bolt upright as a voice he would recognize anywhere as Bakura started howling with laughter right above him, leading him to believe that his head had been in his yami's lap.

Bakura absently reached out and pushed his swaying hikari back onto his lap. "You mean you actually got those two dweebs into drag?"

Yugi had the grace to look embarrassed. "Tea helped with the make-up, so it wasn't just me."

Ryou looked up at Bakura, since his face was all he could see at present. Was Bakura smiling? Said yami shifted his attention the last person in the room. "Did you come up with it, Elfy-Boy?"

There was a pause in which Yugi started to snicker. "Elfy-Boy?"

"…Ever call me Elfy-Boy again and I'll flush the Ring down the toilet. Happily. Perkily, even. You sound like Pegasus. And for your information, that was before I manifested, so, no, I did not come up with it."

Ryou finally figured out he would be able to see the other occupants of the room if he turned his head to the side. So he did.

"Yugi? Yugi?"

Unable to cope with the shock of seeing double, the white-haired light fainted. Again.

"How predictable."

There was the sound of Yugi's fist being introduced to Elf's head.

Ryou was once again out like a light, Bakura was happily munching on his creampuffs and watching the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre (snickering every now and then at the killing parts, I might add), Yugi was enamoured by a Rubix Cube and Elf…

Elf was bored.

There is a saying: "A bored fox is no good to anyone but himself." The same could be said of all yamis.

Elf slunk out the door while everyone was preoccupied, fully intent on causing trouble and all-round mayhem.

Bakura smirked smugly and reclined further into his seat.

"Not now, Mokuba!"

Elf's ears pricked up and he peered around the corner of the pinball machine in time to see Kaiba walking away from a dejected Mokuba with the Other One.

Abandoning his game (to the disappointment of his fans), he made his way over to the depressed kid.

"That was kinda harsh, don'tcha think?"

The black-haired boy jumped and whipped around. "Yugi!"

Elf cut him off. "Let's get a drink. I want to talk to you."

Ten minutes later, both Elf and Mokuba were eating chocolate Sundays paid with money liberated from Bakura's now empty wallet.

"So…I guess you've noticed Kaiba and His apparent obsession with each other and Yugi."

"Hai…" There was a pause. "…Did you saw 'each other and Yugi'?"

"Yes." Elf sucked some warm chocolate syrup from his spoon. "I'm Elf, Elfinite, Yugi's other Yami. Like Marik, only not crazy."

Mokuba blinked. "Let me get this straight. Yugi's boyfriend is his Yami, who looks exactly like him. On the other side, his other yami, Yami, who also looks exactly like him, is dating my brother and has a sexual fetish for Yugi and is insanely jealous of Yugi's boyfriend, whom he had no idea is actually another yami who looks like himself and Yugi."

Elf thought about it, idly sucking on his spoon. "Yeah, I guess that's pretty much it."

Mokuba giggled. "Narcissistic much?"

Elf laughed. "I guess we are."

Yugi, Elf decided when he walked into Ryou's apartment with Mokuba right behind him, was turning into a right little nympho.

Elf was just so proud.

What had prompted this decision was that Yugi and Bakura were heavily making out on the sofa to the ragged screams of American Werewolf in Paris. Though, frankly, Elf had always taken Bakura to be a top man.

Ryou had been dropped unceremoniously on the floor. Elf could work with that.