A/N: Much, much shorter chapter. I remember the days I wouldn't upload a chapter unless it had a thousand words or more... /wistful sigh/ But! This is MY story and you can't do anything about it! Muahaha! Dance, readers, dance for meeeee!

...No wait, I'm trying too hard to be random again. Eheh.

Anyway, SarcasticRocker86 kicked my rear in gear here, so apparently this WILL be a story. With no plot. Just stuff happening. ...Woo! Get ready for an action-pacted, tension-filled, emotionally-bah, never mind. I'm not gonna write that. P: But I hope you're amused by my brain bleching all over this page! :D And yeah, I'm planning at least one more chapter.

"Well, I don't have any idea what to do with her."

The Thief King groaned in frustration, rubbing his temples to ease away his oncoming headache, as his lighter half looked down at the baby in alarm. Wait for Ryou. Bloody amazing idea. That fixed everything.

"Whose is she?" Ryou prodded his yami gently.

"I have no idea," the Thief King snapped back. "It appeared on our porch completely out of the blue."

"She, Yami."

"Fine, she appeared on our porch out of the blue. What are you going to do with her?"

"Me?" Ryou blinked before a devious smile curled onto his face. "She's your baby." The Thief King spluttered as a response, to Ryou's amusement. "Finders keepers, Bakura."

"But what am I supposed to do with a baby? I'll probably kill it-her within a week!" At Ryou's look of horror, he added, "-byaccident. I don't know the first thing about childcare!"

"You seemed to do all right with that one babysitting job-"

"We are not. Mentioning. That."

"But-"

"EVER."

"...Fine. Anyway, I suggest you go warm up some milk or something."

The Thief King glanced at Ryou. "Why?"

"I think she's waking up."

The Thief King looked at the child and screamed like a little girl. No, wait, I'm making that up. But he did let out a little noise that Ryou would have claimed to be a yelp, though the Thief King would have denied any such thing.

Both boys stared at the girl, who had pulled back her blanket and was blinking blearily. Several serene moments went by chock-full of baby adorableness and nothing else.

Finally, Ryou said, "Maybe she's not going to do anything."

"Are you joking?" his yami muttered back to him. "These things are ticking time bombs. Any second, she could start wailing her little head off for no reason at all."

The girl gurgled at the two of them, waving a hand aimlessly.

"...She looks harmless."

The Thief King frowned. His apprehension was quickly turning to apathy. Another couple minutes passed before he turned away and began to walk out of the room. "Yell for me if it does anything interesting. Or destructive," he said over his shoulder.

"She's a baby, yami. She's not going to-"

Ryou was cut off by the baby's sudden hundred-decibel bawling.

The Thief King stopped in his tracks, his hand still on the doorknob behind him. He didn't move, even to cover his ears. He just froze. Then, ever so slowly and with shaking hands, he face-palmed.

Ohhh, cruel irony.