A/N: This was one of those I'm-not-so-happy-with-this-but-I-can't-make-it-better -chapters, sorry. :D And it's also the tenth chapter of Soul Halves. I can't really say that I never thought that this was going to get this long, since I always thought this was about 16-chapter story (maybe more, definitely not less) There's not going to be a lot of Author Notes since I have nothing to say, expect the usual thank you for reading this and making me happy!

Disclaimer: it's tenth chapter, and I'm going to stop doing these. I don't own Yu-gi-oh and never will. :D

ifNo warnings honey. Have fun, don't kill me and remember warm clothes when you go outside (only if you have winter there) :D

10. Psycho Fun

When you're friends with a psycho there's really only two kind of welcomes you can get, when meeting him after a long time.

The first kind was a warm welcome. Hugs and giggles. This kind of a welcome Bakura did not get, and he didn't really want to.

The second was the not so warm welcome. It usually involved some kind of a weapon or sharp nails, and possibility of screaming.

This kind of a welcome Bakura did get. The best kind of welcome there was.

Immediately after Bakura had got through the door Marik pressed a knife to his throat. Malik, Ryou and Yugi stood behind Marik, and Yami behind Bakura. Nobody intended to do anything. They silently decided to let Bakura take care of everything. Bakura didn't move, it would be stupid and he was not stupid. He stared intently to Marik's eyes and spoke casually:

"Marik. I didn't know you were back."

Ignoring his greeting Marik said:

"I heard you killed few people."

"Two, to be exact," Bakura answered, but the knife silenced him. A few seconds passed in silence. Suddenly Bakura leaned his chin against the blade and grinned. Marik chuckled, every drop of anger disappearing from his face. Then they both burst out laughing.

"It's great to be back in Japan," Marik admitted, still laughing and handed Bakura his knife, handle first. Bakura took it and put it away. After searching through his pockets he found one of his knives, a bloody one. Bakura turned it so the handle now pointed at Marik.

Marik grinned and took the knife.

Yami watched this little weird ritual, feeling very confused. He really should ask about this from Ryou, later.

Malik walked next to Bakura. Both blond Egyptians seemed to be waiting for something, Malik even raised his eyebrows.

Bakura mouthed 'later' and turned to look at Ryou. Ryou stared simply back. Even without the Mind Link it seemed that ex-hikari and yami were exchanging thoughts, talking their own little language.

Bakura gave Ryou a sweet, creepy smile. Sweet, like one you could give to a friend. Creepy, 'cause it was Bakura.

"May I use your shower?" Bakura asked from Yugi.

Yugi blinked, then nodded. Bakura smiled to him.

"Great. Ryou come with me."

Ryou followed Bakura upstairs.

"Get me a towel, and we talk after I have taken the shower," Bakura said before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Ryou shrugged to the closed door and went to get the towel.

After ten minutes a hand dripping water reached out of the bathroom door and crapped the towel from Ryou's hands.

Bakura opened the door. The towel was wrapped around his waist. His clothes and the Ring were in a one bunch he was holding.

Unconsciously Ryou shuddered when seeing Bakura's thin form. It wasn't left unnoticed.

"Oh sorry. Do I make you feel bad?" Bakura asked sarcastically. "How selfish of me. I should have thought about you before taking a shower."

"It's nothing," Ryou mumbled.

"That's my boy," Bakura grinned. " Do you have any clean clothes? Mine are dirty."

"Yeah. Follow me."

Ryou led Bakura to Yugi's room, where he was sleeping. He pointed at the bag lying on the floor.

"Pick what you want," he said.

Bakura pushed his clothes and the ring into Ryou's arms and made his way to the bag.

"You have to get you own clothes," Ryou remarked.

"Someday, maybe," Bakura answered. "But not now."

Bakura found clothes for himself and started dressing.

"Do you want to say anything?" Bakura asked. "I'm not your yami anymore. We have nothing to do with each other anymore, we both know that. You got rid of me." All this Bakura said matter-of-factly, without emotion.

"You know I never hated you," Ryou said." How could I? Hating you was just a one step behind hating myself. But I'm happy. That's the truth. I'm happy that I'm free."

Bakura turned and walked next to Ryou in nothing but jeans. A scornful look appeared to his face.

"And I guess I'm never going to be free. Always a half of something. You're free..."

He took the Ring.

"...Enjoy, while you still can."

Then he left.

Yami could hear Bakura's quick almost silent steps as the yami walked down the stairs.

Malik stopped speaking in the middle of the sentence, when Bakura arrived to the living room. Bakura was behind Yami, so Yami didn't see him, but he felt him, heard him, like hikari should. Yami heard the steps stopping near the door for a while, so Bakura could pull a black t-shirt over his head.

Bakura motioned Marik and Malik to follow him to the kitchen. Blond Egyptians grinned and got up.

Soon after they disappeared Yami heard Ryou's more careful, but just as silent steps as they started going down the stairs.

Yugi turned around to greet him.

"How did it go?" he asked.

Ryou smiled.

"Fairly well," he answered, and soon the duo were talking about the lunch like nothing had happened.

Yami, curious as he was, sneaked to the direction where Bakura had gone. His and the blond's voices were pretty loud. Yami could hear them clearly through the almost closed door.

"So how did this happen?" he heard Malik asking.

"How did you let it happen?" added Marik laughing.

"Look, it wasn't like I wanted it to happen!" Bakura argued. "One moment I'm trying to kill the girl and the next I have a switch of hikari."

"So how it felt?" Malik asked using his every-bid-of-information-is-useful-so-can-you-give-it-to-me? -tone. "I mean changing a soul half?"

Bakura humphed.

"Like I could ever explain that."

"Well can you cancel the spell, make Ryou your hikari again?" Malik continued his questioning.

Yami's eyes brightened with hope, but before Bakura could answer Marik interrupted him.

"Why cancel it?" he asked. "I like it this way. Me and Bakura are only yamis in the world now. I like it this way"

Yami imagined the grin on Marik's face... Or was it an image from Bakura's head?

"Whoppidoo," Bakura added sarcastically.

"Well you seem happy," Malik said, he was smiling evilly too.

"Yeah. Who wouldn't be happy to have annoying self-centered Pharaoh as a hikari? All he does is stand around mouth open, a stupid look on his face." Yami humphed. He did not do that. "He's too much of a wuss to save his own ass, and he's always asking questions, 'cos he can't figure the answers out by himself. Oh and he has a bad habit of listening conversations that really aren't his to listen." 'I know you're there.' Bakura's voice added through the Mind Link

Yami blushed. He had been caught. He starched his nose and thought about his choices. Finally he gave up, because there was no escape, sighed and opened the kitchen door.

Marik was sitting on one of the chairs, his feet were on the table and the knife, that Bakura had given him, balanced between his index fingers. He grinned a welcome to Yami.

Malik half sat on chair, half lied on the table, his back crouched and finger drawing invisible circles on the table.

Bakura leaned against the fridge, a small scornful smile on his lips.

"Do you need something?" he asked.

"I... well, I think Yugi need the kitchen soon," Yami said, not really lying, because he knew that Yugi and Ryou were planning to make lunch. "But if you don't want to eat..." Yami left the question open, and shrugged.

"Well then, I guess we need to give the hostess his kitchen back," Marik said before getting up.

Malik followed him out of the door. Bakura faked a sigh before passing by Yami and closing the kitchen door behind him.

The lunch, served two hours later, was delicious. It was peaceful event, though a silent one. Yugi was the one who kept on talking, even though no one else did. Bakura and Marik behaved abnormally well. Both were silent through the entire thing, both got up at the same time and both thanked Ryou and Yugi for making the meal, like normal human beings.

Yami suspected that something was going on. Psychos did not act nice unless they were plotting something evil. He would find out what it was sooner or later. He hoped for the sooner.

"Grandpa called," Yugi told later.

Yami who was watching TV raised his head.

"He's coming home tomorrow," ex-hikari continued. " And we have to go to school too. We have missed it for a week. Our teacher is not happy."

Yugi sat beside Yami eyes scanning the TV.

"Marik and Malik will probably move to Ryou's place tomorrow. I'm not sure how long they're going to stay. I mean they have to go back to Egypt at some point, right?"

Yami didn't answer. If something exiting was happening Marik was going to stay here. Boredom had drove them to Egypt in the first place. And right now all the exciting things were happening in Japan, so Marik was going to stay here, at least until he got bored again.

"What about Bakura? Ryou isn't taking him back, that's for sure. He's your yami now. What are you going to do about it?"

Nothing, Yami thought lazily, not bothering to answer.

Unfortunately Yugi misconstrued his silenced. His brows furrowed.

"You're not going to lock him up to our basement again, are you?" Yugi asked.

"Nobody's going to lock me up to that basement," Bakura's voice interrupted suddenly, almost giving Yugi a heart attack. The white-haired yami was standing behind the couch and glaring down on them.

"If you really want to try that, Pharaoh, you will soon realize that I can make your life a living hell." Bakura tilted his head. "Well?"

"Do what you want, but you ain't living with me."

"Oh, but I am!" Bakura explained sweetly.

Instead of hearing Yami's remark, Bakura headed to the front door Marik right behind him, humming to himself and giggling.

"Where are you going?" Yugi yelled as the psychos started to put their shoes on. Instead of borrowing Ryou's shoes like last time, Bakura took Malik's shoes from the floor.

"Out," answered Bakura, tying his shoelaces. Ryou and Malik had appeared from the kitchen soon as they heard Yugi yelling.

"Do you think it's wise?" Ryou asked." You haven't slept in two days."

Bakura gave him 'and-you-care-because?' -look

"You're not a spirit anymore," Ryou added.

"And you're not my hikari anymore," Bakura reminded cheerfully. "Taking care of me is now Yami's duty and he doesn't care."

Yami didn't even turn away from the TV.

"Thanks for lending your shoes, and jacket, Malik," Bakura said.

"You're welcome," Malik said and grinned. " Have fun."

"We will," Marik promised.

Bakura opened the front door and two dark figures disappeared into the night.

Yami stretched and yawned. He felt suddenly very sleepy. Well, he hadn't slept in two days either.

"I'm going to bed soon," he mumbled, though nobody heard." I don't want to go to school tired... Soon.. After this program..."

Yami woke up in the middle of the night. It was two A.M. actually. It didn't take long to find out what woke him up.

Sirens.

Sirens of firetrucks. It was a very annoying sound, loud and strident. And it wasn't going to stop.

Yami inhaled, then raised his eyebrows. Was something burning in here?

Yami sat up and his eyes shot open. Even the dumbest kids knew that sirens of firetrucks plus smell of something burning meant only one thing. Fire!

Yami looked around him. There was no smoke here, and Yugi was fast asleep on the matress next to Yami's bed. Yugi should have woken up because of the sirens. Yami frowned. He slammed his hands to his ears. The sound of sirens didn't go away. It was coming from his head.

'Bakura!' Yami screamed through their Mind Link.

'Yessss?' Bakura asked stretching the word.

'Are you burning houses there?' Yami demanded.

'Only two or three,' Bakura answered innocently. 'It was Marik's idea really.'

'Can you make the sirens stop?'

'Oh, but I can't control firetrucks. I guess the sirens will stop during next hour. What are you going to do about it?'

'You're sleeping on couch tonight,' Yami grumbled. 'Both of you.'

'Aww,' Bakura pouted. 'But I wanted to cuddle next to you...'

Yami shuttered, slamming the Mind Link close. But he couldn't keep it up in his tired state and soon the sound of sirens leaked through. And Bakura's insane laughter. Yami groaned in annoyance and slumped back to his bed burying his head into his pillow.

The sirens didn't cease.

A/N: Whoppidoo! Tenth chapter is complete! :D