HERE'S MARIK!

OMG SAD STORY! So here's the thing. My father somehow lost his iPod the other day. He knows that I have 2, so he asked me to give him my older one. But as you probably know, I still type certain fanfics on my older iPod...INCLUDING THIS ONE! Tragic, right? The old iPod is also where I first typed thiefslipping. So I have to delete all of my notes from it and transfer them to my newer iPod. This won't really affect updates, but it's a sad thing for me cuz a lot of my best and most popular fics started on that iPod (T^T). Sad, right?
But like I said, it won't affect updates.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, YGOTAS, Hetalia, the fanfiction site, Bakura's hair (I wish!), the British language, Slenderman (the game or the abridged version), or any of the character/trademarks in those.

R&R

ENJOY~!

Everyone turned to the sound. Marik was there in the doorway. He was rubbing one of his eyes with his hand, and had knocked with the other. "There you are, Bakura," he said a bit sleepily. "Glad to see you woke up. Why are you in Ryou's room...?" Then he caught sight of his yami with his arms wrapped around Ryou. He woke up completely and his hands dropped to his sides.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Marik shouted at Melvin. "How the bloody frig did you get in the fanfic?!"

"Who the bloody hell said you get to say British words?" Bakura asked.

Melvin smirked and stuck his tongue out. Then he said, "Slenderman let me in the fanfic."

Bakura's eyes widened and he turned to Marik. "Slenderman was here?!" he asked.

"Uh yeah," Marik replied.

"Who let him in the fanfic?"

"I don't know. Apparently, randomgirl40 was wanting Slenderman to be in the fanfic. I don't know how that is relevant but apparently it is."

Bakura facepalmed. "I apologize for the insanity of my fangirls."

"Apology accepted. But what are we going to do about him?" Marik asked venomously, pointing to Melvin.

"He stays!" Ryou cried.

Marik and Bakura's eyes widened and Bakura shouted, "Wait WHAT?!"

Marik wasn't too surprised at the fact that Ryou was in Melvin's arms because if there was going to be any other shipping in this fanfic, Marik knew that it was going to be death. And also, unlike Bakura (again), like he had done in ICaBBE(oBW) he had read the title and description.

However, he was still surprised that Ryou wanted him to stay.

Melvin smirked. "Well I guess that means I stay," he said.

"No it doesn't!" Bakura shouted back. "Even with what little freedoms he has here, he is not allowed to invite whoever he wants to be here, let alone keep them here."

"Oh yeah, speaking of which..." Marik said. "What was Ryou saying to you earlier, when you left me to go talk to him?"

Bakura groaned and facepalmed. "You know what?! Fine! I can tell that no one will leave me alone until I spill practically every secret regarding me and my former host! So fine! I'll tell you!" He lifted his hand away from his face and turned to Marik. "Do you remember last week, during the epilogue for FDtBE, when I said 'two hours' to Ryou?"

"Uh... Yeah?" Marik said. "Why?"

"Well usually I only torture him for half an hour in SRT (Soul Room Time), but I threatened to make it two hours instead. He wanted to negotiate lessening the time back to half an hour, and then he told me that he would replicate the prank from the ending of the first story and would... Uh..."

"Tell them, Bakura," Ryou urged.

"Shut up!" Bakura shouted. He groaned. "Fine. He said he would hide and/or drink all of the tea we have."

Marik and Melvin stared at him. "What?! I'm slightly British, you know!"

"I thought you weren't British, just gay," Marik said.

"I know. But it's his fault. But that isn't the point! The point is that I got pissed off at him, and now he's in even more trouble than before!" He turned his head and closed his eyes, a small smirk on his face. "In fact, I think I'll keep the two hours."

Ryou's eyes widened so much, like before, that his pupils almost completely replaced his irises. He squirmed out of Melvin's arms and ran over to Bakura. He grabbed one of the spirit's wrists and looked at him wide-eyed and pleadingly and adorably. "No Bakura, please don't! I'm sorry! Please?"

Bakura opened one eye and looked at his hikari. "Heh. I knew that would get you over here. I was never serious about the two hours in the first place." He quickly grabbed Ryou's wrist, the one attached to the hand that was holding him, and that caused Ryou to let go of his wrist.

Ryou tried to break free and run back over to Melvin. Bakura pulled him close and turned his head so they were looking eye-to-eye.

"Listen," Bakura said, "you might as well get this over with now. The more you resist, the harder I'll make it for you."

Ryou's face saddened and is lip trembled.

Bakura tried something else. "If you come with me now, I'll let you do whatever you want with Melvin afterwards."

Ryou stopped struggling. The sad look on his face was replaced with one of extreme confusion and amazement. "R-really? You're actually..."

Bakura sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn't really want to say yes, but if he did and Ryou accepted, that would mean he could use that as a bargaining chip in the future. He nodded. "Yes."

Ryou's eyes widened and lit up, for some reason. Bakura figured it was at the thought of doing whatever with the psycho that was currently sitting on his bed. Then the light vanished instantly and Ryou's face saddened again. His shoulders sank in defeat, but the rest of him tensed up in anticipation. He closed his eyes, bowed his head, and sighed deeply. "Fine. Let's get this over with. I might as well."

Bakura still didn't understand why Ryou liked Melvin back, but he didn't really care. He would definitely have fun exploiting it.

He smirked. "Good hikari," he whispered. He turned around and began leading Ryou out.

Ryou turned his head and gazed at Melvin sadly.

Melvin was sneering hatefully at Bakura. "Just a moment, Florence..." he said.

Bakura paused in the doorway. "Marik, keep Melvin from following me. Please? Thanks so much."

Marik, right next to the door, had just enough time to fold his arms and glare at Bakura—and know that Bakura saw him doing it—before the two Brits walked out and down the hall.

Marik glared after them, realized something, and sighed. He decided to stop trying to be the good guy, since there were more villains than good persons present at that moment. I'm one of the villains, he reminded himself. I shouldn't be trying to play the good guy. That's Ryou's job. I might as well side with evil again. And hopefully, Bakura will notice and start siding with me again.

Marik whipped around, took a step to the side, and leaned against the opposite side of the doorway with his hand, blocking the doorway with his arm and like half of his body. He put his other hand on his hip and glared at Melvin.

The yami had gotten off of Ryou's bed and had made his way over to the door by the time Marik had blocked it. He stopped in his tracks and met Marik's gaze.

"Move," Melvin ordered.

"No," Marik replied defiantly.

Despite what one may think, nowadays, Marik had more control in the yami-hikari relationship between him and Melvin. Sure, Melvin broke out once in a while, but for the most part Marik had him contained and disciplined. Melvin wouldn't be able to make Marik move.

The intensity of Marik's gaze increase. He purposely made his eye twitch in a way that signaled something to Melvin.

Melvin's eyes widened, he took a step back, and raised his hands. "No...you can't possibly mean..."

Marik smirked deviously and raised an eyebrow. He nodded slowly.

Melvin's pupils narrowed. "Frig no."

OOOOHHHH! WHAT IS MARIK GOING TO DO TO MELVIN?! WHO KNOWS?!

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!