A/N: I want to start off by saying thank you for reading this chapter :) An important note, Ryou here is 14 years old to fit the story, I hope you'll be able overlook that. Enjoy :3

Disclaimer: I do not (DO NOT) own anything related to Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.

To say that Bakura was mad would be an understatement. He was beyond angry, furious, as he sat besides his look-alike aboard an airplane. He was sitting up straight, one leg swung over the other and his arms crossed over his chest. His finger tapped impatiently on his arm it was up against. "Why the fuck is this plane taking so long?"

Ryou said nothing, but sunk deeper into the seat next to the window, hoping against hope that the spirit wouldn't take his anger out on him. After Yugi had won Battle City tournament, he was certain that the spirit was gone. But a few peaceful months after the incident, Bakura had suddenly appeared, and in his own body.

~Flashback~

Ryou had been finishing his end of the year projects late one night when he heard someone pounding on his door. Cautiously, he walked to the door and peered through the peephole and saw only darkness. He unlocked the door and as soon as he opened just a small crack, the door burst opened, sending Ryou to the ground. The boy could only stare wide-eyed at the figure underneath the door frame. 'N-no...this is impossible.'

Bakura smirked. "What's wrong, little hikari?" The question was innocent enough, but the words were full of malice. "You thought you were rid of me, didn't you?" The smirk became a frown in one quick motion before he shot a hand out and grabbed Ryou by the hair. He slammed the door shut with his foot and proceeded towards the bedroom, dragging a frightened Ryou. "You are lucky that you're the only vessel that can hold me, or you'd be dead."

Shock kept Ryou from struggling as he was pulled by the hair and into his room where he was shoved to the floor. He stayed laying on his stomach. Why is he here? How does he have his own body? He choked back a sob. Will I ever be rid of him?

"Get up and pack. We're leaving in ten minutes."

"L-leaving?" Slowly, Ryou turned around until he was sitting up. "Why are we leaving?"

Bakura ignored his question and crouched down in front of the other. He cupped a small cheek in his hand and caressed him with a thumb. "I brought you back a present, little Ryou." He slipped a chain around his neck, holding the golden ring. "Now, start packing, and get only what you really need." He smirked one more time before standing and leaving the room.

With a blank expression, Ryou grabbed his backpack and began stuffing his clothes and toiletries. His hands shook as he fingered the ring. Without thinking, he tore it off his neck and was about throw it outside his window, but a hand gripped his wrist as it was raised over his head. "Don't." The ring was ripped from Ryou's hand and once again placed around his neck.

Bakura never let go of his wrist, but pulled him along all the way to the airport.

~End Flashback~

Throughout the whole plane, Bakura twirled a black stick he had taken out of his coat pocket (even though it was too hot for a coat). Ryou stared at it suspiciously. It was possible that it was a hidden weapon.

"Ano...Bakura?" Ryou's voice was barely audiable, but Bakura heard him and glared at him from the corner of his eye. "Where, uh, are we going?"

Bakura stopped twirling and held the stick between his index and middle fingers. "You don't need to know that. Just shut up and do what I say." Biting his bottom lip, Ryou leaned his head against the window to stare out at the clouds.

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The plane hadn't even touched the floor when Bakura grabbed the pairs of backpacks and led Ryou to the exit.

Ryou had to blink from the fierce light before taking a look at where they had landed. London... We're in London. He didn't get much time to gape at for he was pulled down the stairs and onto the runway. He was confused, and scared during the whole walk into the airport and out where Bakura called out to a taxi cab. Ryou was pushed inside and after the spirit barked out a few directions, the cab began to move.

There was no doubt that Bakura still wanted his revenge on the Pharaoh, but what could possibly make him come all of the way out here? Minutes passed in silence. Soon, Ryou noticed the smell. It was weak, similar to rotting meat, and it was close. He turned cautiously so as to not attract the attention of the other and quietly sniffed. The horrible smell, he decided, was coming from Bakura.

Noticing the stare and sniffing, Bakura raised his wrist to his nose and inhaled. He frowned. "Fuck, I'm running out of time." He tapped his foot impatiently, making sure to be loud enough for the driver to hear.

The moment, the car stopped in front of a hotel, Bakura rushed out, leaving Ryou to grab the bags and pay the proper amount of money, apologizing for the rude behavior. He entered to cheap-looking building and followed the spirit into the elevator. The smell was becoming worse, bad enough to send Ryou to the other side of the enclosed compartment. Hurry up, hurry up. The smaller urged the elevator as he resisted the need to cover his nose and mouth.

Eventually, there was the much awaited ding and the doors slip open to let in the moldy, but fresh scent of the hallway. Bakura ran out with Ryou in tow. He had already thought of escaping, but even if he was able to lose the spirit (who would undoubtably send monsters and shadows after him), he was the one holding almost all of the money, which would leave Ryou stranded there.

He watched Bakura stick in a key, unlock the door numbered 23, kick the door open and then be shoved in. Ryou stumbled a little but managed not to land flat on his face. He didn't even get a chance to stand up straight as he was gripped by the upper arm and lead to the bathroom. Again, Bakura kicked the door open and threw the boy onto the closed toilet. "You'd better not make a single noise." He hissed.

Suddenly, he placed his hand on top of the silver mat of hair and placed the black stick on Ryou's lap at the same time. He let his soul become free and be instantly absorbed by the body before him. The ring gave off a natural call to its inhabitant, making it easy to enter his host's body.

Ryou flinched at the intrusion, but he was still in control. He thought that for sure Bakura would take over, but then wondered why he'd want to come back when he had his own body.

Said body stood completely still, and Ryou watched in horror as it changed shape. It became larger, bulkier, and the silver hair turned brown and sunk back into the skull. Brown eyes changed to black, empty ones while facial hair sprouted out. This man let his jaw drop as blood poured out. The lifeless corpse then fell forward onto Ryou, enveloping him in warm blood and a rotting stench.

Ryou was frozen in place, unable to believe what had just taken place. His whole body shook violently as he felt the blood soak into his shirt and touch his pale skin. That was enough to send his stomach churning. He shoved the body away from him, got off the toilet and lean over it to vomit the light lunch he had on the plane. He sobbed in between, nearly choking in the process.

Inside his mind, a hysterical laughter echoed gleefully. I'm back, my little hikari...