***This one and the next one weren't part of the original set. Hopefully I'm not the only one that thinks Ishizu could out-troll Bakura if she were ever motivated to do so.***
Bakura's original plan consisted of scowling, crossing his arms over his chest, and avoiding eye contact. Then he had a better idea – be nice. Not just civil. Nice. Sweet, like the scent of decay from a shallow grave.
Marik had a key so he let himself into Ishizu's home. "Sis? I'm here!" Marik called as they stepped into the foyer and made their way to the living room.
"Marik." Ishizu rushed to meet him. She gave him a brief hug before noticing Bakura standing in the shadows. She started and stared at him. "And you brought . . . Ryou? With you?"
Marik toyed with his gold bracelet. "No, not Ryou. He's, um, the spirit that was trapped in the Ring."
Ishizu's eyes darted from Marik to Bakura. "How? The door to the afterlife should have closed after the Ceremonial Duel."
They both shrugged since neither of them knew how to answer her question.
"It must have been the gods," Marik offered, choosing the answer he knew would most placate his sister. "I mean, who else would have the power or ability?"
Before Ishizu had the opportunity to respond, Bakura wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her on each cheek. "Hello, we've never properly met. Call me Bakura."
Ishizu stared at Bakura as if she expected him to turn into a snake and bite her. Marik glared at Bakura as if he might punch him, which made the entire game worth it.
By the end of the afternoon, Bakura would ensure that Marik never made the mistake of dragging him over to his sister's house again. Bakura took the initiative and strolled into the house proper. "You have a lovely place."