PART TWO!

Me: I hope you enjoy the second part of this, Ryou might actually speak in this one ^^

Last Time: Marik lay sprawled across the floor, not bothering to make it all the way to his couch, arm thrown over his eyes and teeth gritted in irritation; breathes coming in pants as his own mind turned against him and brought forward unwanted images of the British boy Yami (probably) still had his arm around. Another growl escaped the yami's lips and he bit his arm in frustration, this was not him. He never had feelings like this before, and it was driving him mad; what was going on with him? and more importantly how did he make it stop?

"What are you thinking about?" a heavy british accent whispered into Malik's ear, Yami had ignored the hikari for most of the first few lessons and had finally given up and settled into a completely meaningless conversation with Seto Kiaba. Violet eyes looked up and the Earth bound angel that was Ryo. Everyone was sitting chatting amongst themselves, the teacher (after many coffees and a whole chocolate cake) decided it wasn't worth teaching their class and had hidden himself in the teachers lounge, leaving the class unsupervised. And Malik had been thinking/daydreaming for a good hour ignoring Yami as he went off on a rant about what they usually talk about at lunch in the first part of the lesson (his attempt to get Marik back in control).

"Oh... Um... Well..." Malik tried to start, feeling overly nervous as the ex-brit lent against his desk; big brown eyes staring so intently at him. Malik was never the stronger of his two selves he wasn't supposed to be, Marik was the overly confident jackass that took control of his body and flitted around being just a big jerk.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." murmured Ryo an expression of hurt and mistrust flickering across his face.

"It's not that I don't want to!" cried Malik grabbing the retreating boys arm, his brain running a mile a minute as he thought up something else to say. "I just don't know if you want to really know that's all... Why don't you sit down and tell me about yourself, considering I sort of zoned out during your introduction." Ryo smiled shyly and shuffled round the table to sit next to Malik, starting his story all over again; Malik tried to concentrate but he could feel Marik watching the other boy too, staring at the way Ryo was talking - every slight movement the boy made Marik noted.

'Marik you're staring.' hissed Malik, 'And shut your mouth before you start drooling, I'm trying to gain some ground here.'

'What's happening to me?' moaned Marik, Malik sighed closing his eyes and leaning his head against the desk so his head would stop throbbing with Marik's whines; Ryo noticed the sudden change and sent a panicked glance around the room before settling his gaze back on the other offering his own help. 'You're scaring him, sit up and see if you can last at least another hour... If not head down to the nurses office and we'll go home. I swear I'll tell you everything later, just sit up damn-it.' Marik murmured quickly as Malik sighed and returned to his sitting position, deciding that his yami's was just acting weird again. With a shuddering breath he sat back in his seat and tried to smile, except it came out more of a pained twitch to his lips - Marik was in his soul room again, yelling at himself.

"Sorry Ryo..." Malik began but silenced himself at the look in the others eyes, the same look he used to get in the mirror from his yami, that crazy hard twinkle that made people shiver under its gaze. The white hair sticking out in sharp points, every strand seemed to be electrified in the same way his did when Marik was in control. "Ryou?" the hikari cowered, it was like when Yami was with him - awkward and fear inducing.

"So you are alright." purred the british accent, causing a shiver to run down Malik's spine.

"Yeah I just have a bit of a headache." he whispered trying not to cower in his seat, Marik would make him pay for that if he did. "I'm sorry you where speaking about your old school."

"Yes... but forget about that, tell me about yourself." casually an arm slipped behind the panicking hikari and soon Ryo's face was just too close for comfort, an exited smirk spreading across it.

"I... Well... No... Um... Well there's nothing to tell..." squeaked Malik as his heart rate picked up ten fold.

"Oh come now golden-locks tell me about yourself." the accent purred out, Ryo swung himself onto the side so his knee lightly brushed against Malik's, making the later jump and (because of the almost perfect 156 degree angle he was making with his body) slipped from the plastic chair, landing with a heavy crash on the floor - school books tumbling off the edge and down onto his pounding head.

'For the gods sake what the hell are you doing Malik!' Marik called from behind his soul room door, completely oblivious to what was happening to his hikari. The later stared fearfully up from behind blonde bangs at the crooked smile of Ryo - what the hell was with this kid?

"I... I... Sorry!" Malik cried scrambling to his feet and dashing out the door in a fit of panic, 'Ryo' leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk plastered across his face as he laced his fingers behind his head.

Malik ran like the wind down the corridor and out the double doors, his lithe legs carrying him all the way home - up the impossible stairs - and into the safety of his duvet. Shivering uncontrollably Malik pulled his phone from his pant pocket, and with trembling fingers sent a text to Yugi - even if Yami was going to pick it up.

To: 0477646621

From: 0409546244

Yugi... Well Yami, HELP!

Three seconds later a reply arrived, making the phone buzz comfortingly against Malik's chest.

To: 0477646621

From: 0409546244

Malik? Where r u? coming over, new kid 2. C u Soon.

Malik almost lost his grip on the phone as he deciphered the text, wishing Yami would text normally... Well it did make telling the two apart easier. But the psychopathic Ryo Bakura was coming here. Malik whimpered and dived out of his protective cocoon and locking the door to his spare room, before carefully burying himself back under the blankets and letting his eyes scan the room.

'Malik what are you doing?' Marik asked, actual concern evident in his voice; his ghostly image appearing next to the bed.

'Hiding...' murmured Malik settling his eyes on the comforting figure of his yami.

'Why?'

'Because Ryo's coming round with Yami, and... And he scares me!' the hikari cried burrowing further under the blankets just as a knock sounded on the door. Marik forgetting about his current issue with the brit resolved to look after his terrified hikari, carefully he placed himself on the desk and leant back to watch the show.

"MARIK!" called Yami, his voice echoing menacingly around the crummy apartment. "MARIK!" the bedroom door swung open and Yami strode in, raising an eyebrow at the shivering bundle on the bed. "Marik." carefully and with almost caring movements the other yami lowered the blankets to see Malik curled round himself in a tight - almost - impenetrable ball.

"Yami what's wrong with him." Ryo asked casually striding into the room and sending a glance at the suddenly shivering figure on the bed.

"Don't know... But I don't think he's well... Hey can you stay with him awhile, I need to get some stuff." without waiting for a reply and ignoring the suddenly shrieked 'no' from Malik, Yami vanished out of the room and into the street. Leaving a very stoic Ryo smirking down at a suddenly petrified Malik...

Me: Mwahahahahaha*cough*!

Malik: MARIK the crazy ladies going to kill me!

Ryo: Hey she made me into a psychopath, get over it...

Bakura: You do know she just introduced me to the story, you aren't a psychopath Ryo.

Ryo: Oh... At least we got to speak this chapter...

Yugi: Review ^^