Disclaimer: I don't own Marik OR Bakura.

A/N: I apologize in advance for this chapter. I have honestly hated this chapter since I started writing it. This will honestly be my only bad chapter. I promise! Every chapter after this will amazing! Its just this chapter...This chapter...I wanted to burn it with fire. In the nicest way possible. :P I tried to add some humor but honestly it didn't really work. Anyway I promise every chapter after this will be epic.

About 20 minutes later, I was in guest room fixing the bed, while the anime characters continued to play Saw. After I had changed the sheets and covered the bed with a new blanket, I realized I had gotten a text. I grabbed my phone off the side table and flipped to the message screen.

/Kitty: Do you know if Ryou and Melvin came with them to this world?/

I paused, taken aback by the text. I hadn't thought of Marik's Yami and Bakura's Hikari, since they got here. They were hard enough to deal with on their own, I couldn't imagine dealing with 2 other personality. Although Ryou was pretty sweet, especially compared to his Yami. But I didn't even want to think about Melvin.

Suddenly an idea sparked in my brain. Wait! Ryou. If he came with them, I could have him meet my dad instead of Bakura. He may even be able to make up for Marik's behavior. I thought.

Hopeful, I left the guest room and headed for the living room, where the boys were still playing. From where I was, I could see that they were still playing the game, but I couldn't see their faces. I stopped in the dining room, giving me a clear view of the room they were in.

"Hey guys I-" I stopped when I realized they were arguing. The argument sounded pretty heated.

"Jerk it, Marik!"

"I am jerking it!" (A/N:Cue squealing fangirls *laughs*)

"Well, you're not doing a bloody good job."

"Like you could do it ANY friggin' better!"

"Of course I could! I've done it a million times."

"Well you're not exactly helping, Bakura."

"Damn it Marik! Now you've broken it."

After that, I couldn't help but make a squeak of surprise. Bakura glanced back to me and immediately noticed the blush of my face. It had erupted sometime after the first thing Bakura said. Bakura looked at me and then to Marik. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he stood up. Afraid of what I might see, I covered my eyes with my hands.

"We weren't doing that!" Bakura yelled. "Bloody fangirl."

"Then what exactly were you doing?" I asked, my hands still covering my eyes. "And I am NOT a fangirl." I added.

"Uncover your eyes and I'll tell you."

"Are you descent?"

"Of course I'm bloody descent! We weren't doing anything." Bakura yelled. Cautiously, I uncovered my eyes. I sighed a breath of relief when I saw they both they were fully clothed. Marik had stood up sometime when I had my eyes closed.

"What did she think we were doing, Bakura?" Marik asked. He seemed completely unaware of what his previous conversation sounded like.

"She thought we were…" I thought I saw a blush spread across Bakura's face, but I may have just imagined it. "It doesn't matter." He looked at me. "There's a point in the game where you have to unlock a door with a bobby pin." He pointed to Marik. "Marik didn't read the instructions and failed miserably. The thing he broke was the bobby pin."

"I shouldn't need instructions! I am-"

"The great and powerful Marik Ishtar?" I asked, already knowing what he was going to say. Marik blinked.

"Yeah." He pouted. "Stop stealing my lines, fangirl."

"How many times must I tell you two? I am not a fangirl." I said. Of course, as I did, the world decided to betray me. At some point when I was putting my phone in my pocket, the volume turned on. So when I got a text just then, the sound of Japanese Bakura's laughter filled the room. "Crap." I muttered and frantically tried to turn the sound off.

"Her ringtone is you laughing Bakura." Marik said, nudging Bakura.

"I can hear, Marik." Bakura grumbled back.

"Doesn't that kind of make her a fangirl?"

"Oh absolutely." I heard the smirk in his voice. I looked up and scowled at him.

"This proves nothing!" I yelled. They both looked smug.

"Actually it proves everything." Bakura smirked.

"Your ring tone, plus a poster, plus fanart, plus fanfictions equals fangirl to me." Marik said.

"I hate you two." I muttered.

"I, somehow, doubt that." Bakura said.

"Yes. Who couldn't love this mid…Frig! I forgot this is a full length shirt." Marik grumbled, attempting to unbutton the bottom buttons to show his midriff. I decided to ignore them and check the text message I had gotten. I flipped to the message screen.

/Dad: Mom said we have guests. I'll be home soon to meet them./

Frick! I almost forgot why I came in here. I thought.

"Bakura. Did Ryou come with you to this world?" I asked. He nodded, an annoyed look now plastered on his face.

"Unfortunately." I smiled, brightly.

"Great! Switch with him for about an hour." Bakura scoffed, like that was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

"Why would I do that?" He asked, crossing his arms. I sighed.

"Ryou will make a better impression on my dad then you will. He can probably make up for Marik's rudeness as well." I told him. Bakura almost looked offended.

"I am not rude!" Marik yelled.

"Shut up, Marik." Bakura said. "I'll take that bet." He told me. I blinked, confused.

"What bet?"

"You said Ryou could make a better impression then I could. If I wanted I could make your father like me." He said, confidently. I gave him a skeptical look, than smirked.

"I bet Marik could make a better impression then you could."

"Yeah! I could make her dad like me 10 times more then you could." Marik agreed with me. I smiled. They had no idea I was setting them up. If they were fighting to be the nicest, I would win either way. They would be nice, and my dad would like them. Perfect. Now for some fun.

"I say whoever makes the best impression gets to sleep on the bed tonight." I suggested. Bakura's eyes lit up.

"But I already…" Marik started when Bakura cut him off.

"Deal." Bakura said. He turned to Marik and put a hand out. "We have a bet?" Marik looked at his hand skeptically. Finally he grabbed it.

"Fine. It's not like I'm worried I'd lose. No one can resist my charms!" He said.

"We'll see…" I said, smiling. This is going to be quite interesting…

"I'm home!" I heard my dad yell. I heard the front door shut. I turned to Marik and Bakura.

"Bets on." I said smirking. "Remember you're girls." I noticed Marik frantically trying to redo the buttons on his shirt before I turned around. My dad walked into the room and stopped. He smiled at me, but his smile faded as he noticed Marik and Bakura.

"So these are you're…friends?" He said, pausing taking them in. I guess I could never really dial down how flamboyant both of them were no matter what I tried. I smiled, uneasy.

"This is Florence and Ishizu. They're going to be staying with us for a little while." I said, awkwardly. Bakura took this opportunity to make his first move.

"Good Afternoon, sir. I hope you don't mind Ishizu and me staying here for a while." He had changed his pitch to match Ryou, maybe a little higher, and he laid his accent on thick. I glanced at my dad's face to see the reaction. To my surprise, he smiled.

"No problem. I'm glad we can help the both of you out." My dad, sticking an arm out to shake Bakura's hand. Bakura took it and shook his head smiling. It was probably the weirdest thing I've ever seen. Bakura smiling and shaking my dad's hand, it was unbelievable. I noticed Marik was glaring at Bakura. I gave him a look that said 'Fight!' which he understood and immediately made it his priority to get between my dad and Bakura. He smiled brightly up at my dad.

"I'm Ishizu Blistar." He introduced proudly. "And I have definitely known your daughter for more than a few hours." I facepalmed. He was going to lose, unless he could be less…Marik.

"That's good to know." My dad replied. Thankfully, he was so focused the two disguised boys in front of him, he didn't notice my facepalm. "So you girls go to Kaili's school?"

"Yes, we just transferred here recently." Bakura replied, his smile not fading.

"So did you move together? You two seem like you've known each other for a while." My dad questioned. I saw a glint of shock in Bakura's eyes, he wasn't expecting that. Marik didn't even blink.

"We've known each other for a long time!" He swung an arm over Bakura's neck. "Florence, here, is my partner!" The combined look on my dad's and Bakura's face almost made me crack up.

"Partners." My dad repeated, looking at Marik "As in..?"

"Tennis!" Bakura blurted out, causing Marik and my dad to look at him. "We play tennis together." He muttered, looking down.

"Ah. I see." My dad said, nodding his head. Bakura attempted to shrug Marik's hand off him, which didn't work.

"Get your arm off me." Bakura growled, dropping his nice act. My dad looked at him, surprised. Bakura coughed. "I mean, get your arm off me please." He said, using his nice tone for all expect 'please.'

"Why should I?" Marik said back. Oh Ra, please tell me they're not going to fight… I thought.

"Because it's bloody annoying." Bakura said back, pushing Marik's arm off him and turning to face him. Marik crossed his arms.

"You're bloody annoying." Marik said, mocking Bakura's accent. Bakura glared at him.

"You're dead."

"Girls!" I yelled, gaining their attention. "Let's not fight."

"Yeah please don't." My dad said. Marik pouted.

"Fine. Sorry, Florence." Marik muttered.

"Yeah. Same here." Bakura muttered. My dad coughed, awkwardly.

"Well. I'm going to go change out of my work clothes. See you girls later." With that he left, leaving me to deal with the boys. Marik smiled.

"I think we did a good job." He said. I growled at him and started walking towards my room. Marik looked confused.

"What?"

That night

"This isn't fair." Bakura complained, as I handed him a pillow. "I did much better than that idiot." He gestured toward Marik. Marik scoffed.

"No way! I did better than him." Marik yelled. I tossed the pillow in his face. He caught it and frowned at me.

"You both sucked. You both get the floors. Keep it up. I dare you. You'll be sleeping on the floor until you return home." I said, frowning.

"IF we return home." Bakura reminded. I shook my head.

"There is no if. I will get you back or I'll die trying."

"That can be arranged." Bakura said, smirking. I threw a blanket at him.

"Set your 'beds' up." I told them, handing Marik a blanket.

"What I don't understand is why we have to sleep on your floor?" Marik asked, as he started putting his make shift bed together.

"This is probably some sick fantasy of hers." Bakura muttered. I almost threw a book at him.

"IS NOT!" I yelled. "I just want to make sure you don't get up and sleep in a bed. You both don't deserve it."

"Now she's calling us bad boys. Another sign this is a fantasy of hers." Bakura smirked. I collapsed on my bed.

"You two are going to drive me insane."

"That's the plan, sweetheart." Bakura said. I growled.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I said, sitting up in my bed. Bakura laughed bitterly. I felt my phone buzz.

/NinjaWitch: You still living?/

/LKRox: Barely./

"Do you friggin' ever stop texting?" Marik asked.

"Do you ever wear men clothing?" I retorted. He went quiet.

"…Hey look! A distraction!" He shouted, pointing behind me.

"Very subtle, Marik." Bakura muttered.

"Shut up, Fluffy."

"Can you guys just hurry up? I'm tired. I want to sleep." I complained.

"Then sleep." Marik said.

"I don't trust you two."

"And you think I trust you?" Bakura asked.

"You should. I'm not insane."

"Keep telling yourself that." Bakura smirked. I groaned, and threw a pillow at him.

"No more talking!" I yelled and clicked my lamp off. Thankfully they both shut up after I did and I got a good nights sleep. That was until I woke up.

A/N: AHHH! Horrible chapter is Horrible. And also never listen to what Bakura says about me. Its never true. Except maybe the fangirl part...MAYBE only! Anyway, in an upcoming chapter there will be a game of Truth or Dare. So please give me some questions and dares to give ANY of the characters. I want some reviewer input on that one so be creative. Anyway. I love you all! Please review!