Author's Note: I wasn't going to update for another week, but then I got FIFTEEN REVIEWS. Stuff like that will make you update ASAP.

So, here ya go! My favorite chapter so far!

Warning: Tons of Ryou and Bakura fluff! Not slash. Remember, no yaoi. But, lots of bromance! :D

And, begin!

Chapter XIII: Returns and Revenge

Bakura was half asleep when he heard a knock at the door. He groggily looked at his digital clock. It had only been an hour since Ryou had left on his date. He would not be back until midnight at least, perhaps even later. Plus, he'd have a key, so why would he need to knock?

The thief decided to ignore whoever was at the door and go back to sleep.

But, the knocking continued, louder and harder than before.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Bakura snarled. He marched over to the door and opened it, asking harshly before checking whom it was, "What the hell do you want?"

"Hello there, Bakura." A certain somebody smirked as he stood there. "I assume you missed me."

Bakura slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.

"Marik," the albino yami called weakly, "Please tell me this is a joke."

"It's no joke," he answered through the door, "Now, open the door or face your certain end."

Bakura complied and slowly opened the door again, recomposing himself. He commented, "Well, isn't it nice for the other Egyptian Pansy to visit me. I didn't know it was my birthday. Did you bring me any cake?"

"The cake was a lie, bitch," Yami Marik quipped, walking in.

"So," Bakura wondered aloud, "Should I call you 'Marik' as well? Or, do you prefer 'homicidal maniac'?"

"Actually, Marik got in the habit of calling me 'Melvin'." He smiled sweetly. "I'd be nice if you'd do the same."

"Of course, Melvin," Bakura replied, trying out the new nickname for Marik's not-so-imaginary friend. He went into the kitchen to retrieve himself and the other yami a drink and questioned, "And, what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit from you? I take it the Shadow Realm is a little too cold this winter?"

"No, the Shadow Realm is just fine this time of year," Melvin played along. He yawned and added, "But, I got bored with the place. It couldn't keep me there. Not ever hell itself can keep a firm grasp on me."

"I believe it," Bakura replied, tossing the other Egyptian a soda. Melvin caught it. The thief guessed as he sat down across from Melvin at the kitchen table, "So, Marik knows you're here I presume?"

"Nope. I came to see my favorite victim first." Melvin grinned, adding with cruel humor, "Don't you feel special?"

"Indeed," Bakura answered, taking a drink of his soda. But, he was already planning to call Marik as soon as possible and get the psychotic yami shipped out of Japan. As well as the two yamis got along, that didn't stop Bakura from being as scared as hell of the second Egyptian Pansy.

"So," Melvin inquired, "I don't see your hakari anywhere… How is the little fruitcake?"

Bakura growled, "He's not a fruitcake. In fact, he's on a date with a girl right now."

"Impressive," Melvin commented, finishing off his soda.

Bakura questioned, "How did you know I lived here anyway? No one knows I live here."

"I got some directions from a certain pain in the ass Pharaoh and his host." Melvin smirked, thinking aloud, "Honestly, you think they'd relocate after all the enemies they've made in the past few years."

"You'd think…" Bakura trailed off, enjoying his imagination running wild with the idea of Melvin getting his address out of Atem and his munchkin.

Melvin drummed his fingers on the table and finally asked, "All right, you still haven't asked me why I've come here. Why?"

"I didn't want to be rude," Bakura lied, shrugging. In all honesty, he was just terrified of his fellow yami. Melvin was the only psychopath who could make another psychopath scared.

Melvin chuckled, "Since when have you cared whether you were rude or not? Has Ryou been keeping you on a short leash?"

Bakura hissed, "Shut the hell up. Can't psychopaths be civil to one another?"

"No," Melvin answered simply.

Bakura leaned on his hand and blew the bangs out of his eyes, huffing, "Fine."

Suddenly, Kitty jumped on the table between Melvin and Bakura, startling them both. The cat strolled over to Melvin and sniffed him with his pink nose before brushing his ghostly white head against Melvin's chin, purring.

"Your cat likes me, 'Kura," Melvin informed the albino.

"Hmm," Bakura hummed, intrigued by this. He called, "Come here, Kitty."

Kitty looked up at his master and obeyed, climbing into Bakura's lap and falling asleep. Bakura guessed his cat was comfortable around psychotic spirits…

"So," Bakura looked back at Melvin, saying, "Back on topic, I guess I will ask. Why are you here? I suppose it's not just a friendly visit. Am I wrong?"

Melvin chuckled, "Well, it is a friendly visit, but it's not the only reason I'm here."

"What do you want?" Bakura began questioning, "Money? The Millennium Items? The Pharaoh's power?"

"A place to stay," Melvin fed his curiosity plainly then added, "But, those other things wouldn't hurt either…"

"Just a place to stay?" Bakura inquired, "That's it?"

"Yep," Melvin confirmed, "Just for a few weeks until Marik can find the time to come and haul me away." He deduced, "You were planning on calling him, weren't you?"

Bakura swallowed. Was it that obvious? He stated, "Yes. And… I suppose it is all right for you to stay here. It will be nice to have a non-prissy yami here for a little while."

Melvin bobbed his blonde head, saying, "Thanks, 'Kura."

"Sure," Bakura huffed. He enlightened, "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep before Ryou comes home and bores me with all the details of his date." He lied on his bed and pointed back, telling Melvin, "You can take the couch."

"Fair enough," Melvin agreed and dropped on the sofa. It wasn't long before the yami fell into a growl-like snoring.

Bakura fell asleep soon after, oddly okay with having the psychotic yami sleeping just across the room.

-transition-

Bakura woke up at about two in the morning, soft sniffles and sobs doing so.

"Ryou?" he called out sleepily into the darkness of the dorm, "Is that you?"

It was Ryou. But, he only responded with slightly stronger sniffles as he tried desperately to keep his sobs quiet.

Immediately, Bakura woke up from his daze and knew something was wrong with his hakari.

He threw his blanket off of him and tripped over to Ryou. The boy was sitting up and leaning against his bed's headboard, his face hiding in his crossed arms. Bakura sat down next to his 'twin' and wrapped his other half in his arms. It was a hug. But, ask Bakura if it was a hug, and he would deny everything. So, don't ask.

"What did that bitch do to you?" Bakura interrogated fiercely.

"I- I don't want to talk- talk about it," Ryou barely articulated through choked sobs. But, he finally lifted his head from his arms, and Bakura could see the large, innocent tears glistening in his wide eyes from the moon's rays slipping through the window.

Bakura embraced Ryou tighter and urged, "You need to tell me, hakari. If you don't, you'll never feel better." The explanation didn't make much logical sense, but it served its purpose.

Ryou stifled another sob and agreed by nodding, though Bakura couldn't see the gesture in the dark. He could only detect the movement. After a few deep breaths, Ryou explained slowly, "Kepi was acting strange. I didn't understand it. She talked of bad things, and I told her no just like you told me to… But, she was persistent. I told her I wanted to leave so she-"

He stopped in mid-sentence.

"She what?" Bakura questioned, seething with rage.

Ryou was silent.

Bakura decided to turn on the light so that he could get a clue from Ryou's expression. He leaned to the side and turned on the bedside table light. Then, he swerved back to Ryou.

And, the answer was plain on his face.

Ryou was wearing a nice, bright black eye.

Words could not describe how livid Bakura was at that moment.

So, he just spilled every word he knew.

"That conceited, shallow, condescending, pompous, arrogant bitch! She is so dead!"

Bakura jumped up and began pacing in a vain attempt to keep himself from punching out a wall. He punched a wall anyway. Then, he muttered as he began to swiftly walk out, "I'll be back, Ryou…"

"No, 'Kura!" Ryou hopped up and grasped his yami's arm. He begged, "Please don't hurt her!"

"Why not?" Bakura asked intensely, spitting venom, "She's already hurt you!"

"Revenge gets people nowhere!" Ryou insisted, fresh tears growing in his eyes.

Bakura tried to reason, "What about that war we're learning about in history class… Uh… The one that lasted more than a hundred years…"

"The Hundred Years War?"

"Yeah, that one." Bakura tried to relate the two subjects, "They were trying to get revenge on each other, right?"

"I suppose…"

"And, now the Norwegians and the Dutch are great nations."

"The English and the French…" Bakura corrected quietly.

"Whatever!" Bakura snapped, retrieving his arm from Ryou, "Point is, revenge solved their problems and it's gonna solve ours."

Ryou began to protest, "But-"

Bakura intercepted, "But nothing." He ordered, "Ryou, get some ice on your eye and go back to sleep. Don't try to stop me, because you can't."

Ryou looked in his yami's eyes and saw pure hatred and the passion for revenge dwelling in the dull brown irises. And fury. Fury that could not be extinguished by anything but vengeance.

The smaller albino did not want to approve of this, but he knew Bakura was right. He couldn't stop him even if he wanted to. So, he slowly walked back and sunk into his bed, defeated.

Excellent, Bakura thought quickly. He was almost too furious to remember Melvin. Almost.

The thief hiked over to the couch where the other yami snored, somehow able to sleep throughout the entirety of the episode that just occurred.

He kicked the Egyptian and ordered in a low growl, "Wake up before I kill you instead of her."

"'Kura," Melvin admired as he looked up at his mutual psychopath, "I've never seen you so mad. This has got to be good." He sat up instantly and inquired, "So, what's up?"

"You want to stay here?" Bakura questioned. He didn't wait for a reply and declared, "Then, you'll have to do me a favor. And, I need one. Right now. I need another psychopathic yami pronto."

"You got it," Marik agreed, standing up. He inquired as he followed the livid Bakura out the door, "What are we gonna do?"

"Follow the Spanish and the Indian's example and take back Canada," Bakura responded through clenched teeth, thinking he had it right that time.

Author's Note: YAYZ! Quick update! And a long one, too!

Bakura and Ryou fluff is just precious! :3

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