AN: Nope, no IC here.

"Stop, please?"

"Uh uh."

"This is getting silly."

"Don't care."

"I have to go to school!"

"No!"

Ryou's fingernails left long grooves in the doorframe as he was wrenched back inside by Bakura latched stubbornly about him, pulling with all his might. They ended up in a clumsy pile on the apartment floor, Ryou gasping from Bakura's arms still cinched around his waist like some demented human corset and flailing his limbs to get free.

"Hey." Ryou said stiffly, limbs going slack when he realized it was pointless and leaving him stuck turtle-like on his back as long as Bakura refused to let him go.

"Yes?" Bakura replied innocently from somewhere around his lower back.

"Let go of me."

"I don't want to."

"You're going to have to at some point."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Nuh uh."

"School?"

"Coming with."

"Shopping?"

"Coming with."

"You hate shopping."

"Don't care."

"Showering?"

"...heeeee."

There was a long drawn out sigh as Ryou ran his hand over his face, staring up at the ceiling as though he were asking it for help. He wriggled in Bakura's grip, trying to sit himself up with extreme difficulty due to the person beneath him who wasn't making things any easier. "Let go, for just a second?" he asked with as much patience as he could muster, cringing when the arms tightened defiantly. "Just for a second! I want to get up."

Bakura complied and Ryou pushed himself off the floor, only to find the thief latched onto him again almost at once, half lying on his lap and his face buried in his side. Ryou sighed again, dropping a hand onto Bakura's head and stroking his hair absently. "I'm happy to see you too, but you really need to give me some space."

"I don't want to," came Bakura's muffled reply.

"You have your own body now, don't you want to do some things on your own?" Ryou asked as kindly as possible.

"No." As if to prove his point, Bakura's arms wound almost crushingly around him.

"Please?"

"No."

Try as he might, there was no way Ryou could force him off. Cursing his weak arms, he resorted to his final trump card that he'd decided to save for an emergency - not nearly expecting to use it within the first day, but the situation being what it was... "I'll tell the other Yugi."

"..."

"I will."

He could almost see the gears turning in Bakura's head. He didn't want to let go, but the Pharaoh was his sworn enemy, he couldn't just give up his dignity and let him see him like this, appearances were important to the thief.

Or so he'd thought. "Fine. Tell him."

Ryou's head lolled back helplessly on his shoulders in defeat. No matter how much he liked Bakura, he still felt like he ended up with the raw deal on spirits; first crazy homicidal, now this. It had been cute for about a minute, but then.. he bet Yugi wasn't having any trouble with the other one, and felt somewhat jealous.

That was an idea though, maybe Yugi had some advice! He reached upwards towards the table by the door, fumbling blindly for the telephone - oh if only he could see the thing - until he finally felt the device beneath his fingers.

Just as he was bringing it up to dial, it started to ring in his hands. Startled, he almost dropped it, pressing the on button with confusion and bringing it up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Bakura-kun, help me! Mou hitori no boku won't let me go!"