A/N) I wasn't planning on doing another chapter, but my writing courses assigned homework saying I had to take a minor character from one of my stories and make them a main character and, well, there's no minor character better than Bakura. So I figured I'd share the result. Enjoy.

"Well, it is a really difficult hike,"

The Spirit of the Ring listened passively to his landlord talk to his friends. Seeing in his mind's eye that the Pharaoh had replaced his vessel. No doubt attempting to spare the boy from whatever it was that had Ryou so nervous all night.

Ryou had assured him that it was nothing dangerous enough to bother him, but he was keeping an eye out anyway. It had been a while since he'd had a chance to pay his rent anyway.

They chattered on about a pointless hike, Ryou at one point asking if the Spirit would take over take over if he asked, the Spirit sensed a hint of jealousy directed towards the Pharaoh and his vessel. He considered it but ultimately said no.

"They'll recognize me," he should his head, though his landlord couldn't see him at the moment. "I'm not good at acting like you."

"Oh, right." He heard Ryou think back, "but if they weren't around?"

Again, he considered it. He wasn't interested in becoming his landlord's friend, but Ryou was far more compliant when he was happy and the Spirit of the Ring had important tasks for his host coming up.

"If they weren't around, I'd take over," he agreed and felt a pleased sort of warmth from the other.

Mission Accomplished.

"I don't understand why I can't tell them you're back. They'd forgive you if you apologized."

The Spirit chuckled under his breath. He didn't doubt that they would, the naive idiots, but he wasn't ready for them to know of his presence yet, and he certainly wasn't willing to apologize.

"They will eventually," He said in a placating voice, smooth and deceptive. He was well practiced at keeping his landlord from becoming suspicious of his strange actions.

Ryou was satisfied with this and turned his attention back to his friends just in time to finish up their breakfasts and get ready for their trip.

The Spirit spent the next two hours being bombarded with every negative feeling under the sun from his landlord, as well as some pleas to take over anyway. He tried to be comforting, not his strong suit but his landlord would survive regardless.

He couldn't help but be a smidge embarrassed by Ryou's incompetence at the simple task of climbing a mountain, but when he peeked through their link he saw the others were having a similar amount of difficulty, so he chose to not care. Though why he'd bothered to agree to the stupid trip anyway was entirely beyond the Egyptian Spirit.

He couldn't help but laugh when Ryou told the others he'd let the Spirit kill them all. He didn't believe it for a minute, but it was amusing to hear, nonetheless.

He was less amused when it turned out that the purpose of the entire trip was to show the Pharaoh a waterfall. His landlord had very nearly thrown up on the endeavor, but, again, Ryou wasn't bothered. He actually seemed glad that he'd made the trip.

The Spirit of the Ring didn't understand these people. They were silly and waisted their energies on stupid little things for each other.

It would be so easy to kill them all right now, the river could do half the work for him, yet all they were doing were taking pictures under waterfalls.

He couldn't wait to destroy them. He wanted to forget about all of this, forget about the sound of them all laughing when the Pharaoh slipped out of the waterfall and splashed into the water below, forget about the sight of them all splashing around in the water like the kids they really were...

Most of all he wanted to forget the feeling of warmth and acceptance he could feel coming through the link from his landlord the whole time.

He would relish in their deaths, each and every one of them.