Disclaimer: Changes in sights apparently aren't synonymous with changes in rights. I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, so I went on vacation for nothing.

A/N: Here, I wrote you a song. Plain White Tees wrote you the music.

The plane ride to Southern Egypt would have been unbearable for Bakura, which was why he agreed to give Ryou control of the body while he nestled into his Ring with Marik and made vague plots to dismember the Pharaoh while he swam at the Panama City beach. Ryou, however, was having no problem with boredom since Melvin was sitting in the seat next to him, unbuckled and unrestrained. Ryou huddled in the window seat with his huge, oval eyes glued to Melvin in a mix of terror and fascination.

"Relax, Binky Boy," Melvin commanded, pulling Ryou into his lap and caging him in his arms like an overbearing safety harness. "We'll be in my native land soon enough, and then you'll get your body back, and I'll finally be free of the whiney diva inside me."

"Um, okay," Ryou said softly, unfurling just enough that Melvin lessened his grip on him to that of a ball python rather than a boa constrictor. Melvin nuzzled his cheek affectionately, and Ryou curled his fingers into fists, but relaxed his back as well. "Melvin, could you remind me how we became boyfriends?"

"Of course, Starry-Hikari. I have the whole story right here on my MP3 player." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a music player and offered one of the ear-buds to Ryou, then placed the other in his own ear. He scrolled though his playlist until he came upon a song titled "Hey There Delilah [Melvin Rendition]". Melvin's voice rang from the speakers:

"Hey there Bakura, what's it like in Domino City?
I'm a thousand miles away,
And Egypt's cold without my kitty, yes that's you.
You are my kitty, sweet Ryou; I swear it's true.

Hey there Bakura, don't you worry about remembrance.
I wrote you this brilliant song, if you forget you can just listen
And you'll know, this song's about how far my love goes.
You are my beau.

This is what makes you love me
This is what makes you love me
This is what makes you love me
This is what makes you love me
What makes you love me

Hey there Bakura, I met you inside a blimp.
Your evil half was fighting Yugi and gave you a nasty limp.
You were quite ill, but I fell in love with you still.
Ry, that takes skill.

Hey there Bakura, I didn't know what to say.
You were unconscious until your open eyes took my breath away,
And I was done; I knew then that you must be the one,
My morning sun.

This is what makes you love me
This is what makes you love me
This is what makes you love me
This is what makes you love me

A thousand miles seems really far,
But if you look up at our star
That we picked out together that very night,
You will remember all the times
That we laughed at these sappy rhymes
And kissed and said it would all be alright.

Bakura, I can promise you
That by the time that you get to
The end, you will remember everything.
I'm not lying.

Hey there Bakura, I hope you know that I miss you.
Every time I listen to this song, I wish that I could kiss you,
Yes I do. Each shooting star, I wish for you.
We could do whatever we want to.
Hey there Bakura, this part's true:
Mel loves Ryou.

This is what makes me love you
This is what makes me love you
This is what makes me love you
This is what makes me love you
What makes me love you."

When the song ended, Ryou pulled his face out of Melvin's soaked shirt and wiped at his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Melvin timidly, then blushed and hid his face back in his shirt. Melvin petted his fluffy head and nuzzled him, letting his little love have the time he needed to readjust while he basked in the ecstasy Ryou's presence gave him.

Inside the Ring, Marik looked at Bakura in puzzlement, and said, "I suddenly don't feel the urge to kill my family."

A/N: Now go take a shower and sing your favorite song.