Third upload tonight! Last upload tonight!...I swear I'll update LE tomorrow x_X! -flees-

Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, Marik and Bakura would have been introduced at the very beginning.

As he made his way down the streets of Domino, the once Pharaoh carefully ran through the mental grocery list his beloved hikari had given him. Eggs, milk, icing sugar, cinnamon, Ra he eats a lot of sweets, oranges, vanilla, chocolate chips...

"Pharaoh!" Eyebrow raising at the sound of his title Yami came to a halt, pondering wether or not he wanted to turn around. Since that was a voice he really wasn't very fond of, and it would probably be best if he just continued on his way. But there was a strange enthusiasm in the others voice.

Sighing through his teeth, Yami looked over his shoulder. "What, thief." He growled, glaring darkly at the excited form of Bakura who was grinning at him. Which in itself was unnerving. An excited thief was usually a very bad thief.

"You have got to see this!" Bakura announced, hand flashing out to grab the other yami by the wrist, proceeding to drag the very reluctant Pharaoh back the way he had come.

Must not mind crush must not mind crush. Yami repeated the mantra over and over again in his head; at one time he would have done as such without hesitation. But ever since Bakura and Marik had stopped attempting to take over the world - which, come to think of it, had been about the same time they had become lovers - Yugi had been outwardly disproving to him hurting them. After all, they were pretty harmless now.

"Marik!" Jerking from his thoughts at Bakura's shout, Yami mentally groaned. Oh Ra above, what had the Tomb Keeper gotten into-wait, was that...?

"....He fit a whole flashlight in his mouth?" Yami asked slowly, one eyebrow lifting as he took in the site of the blond male sitting there, cheeks puffed out and light emitting from his closed lips.

Bakura grinned. "Two actually." What!? "But that's not it." Sounding all to cheerful the thief dropped his wrist, instead bounding over to his partner in crime, also known as the love of his life. "Marik, what's 52 times 36 divided by 63 squared?" He chirped.

Yami frowned. "Thief, Marik can't tell the difference between water and acid." The Pharaoh drawled, completely unsure on what point the other was trying to make. Seriously how do you fit two flashlights in your mouth there's not enough room! "How do you expect him to-"

"Rounded to the nearest hundredth, 0.47." Marik announced, having taken the flashlights out of his mouth while Yami was puzzling over how they had fit in the first place.

A calculator's blinking screen interrupted his vision. "Read the numbers, Pharaoh." Bakura practically purred, and Yami's mouth dropped in shock when he realized that Marik had been correct. As in, absolutely right. Unless this was something the two had planned..."60 divided by 7 times 4 squared?" Yami tested, making sure this wasn't some horrible scam.

Marik rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "1857.6." He drawled in a tone that clearly said 'duh'.

Wholy fucking..."Holy Ra, he's brilliant!" Yami exclaimed, thoroughly and utterly shocked. How the fuck had this happened!? Marik, the same Marik who put a battery up his nose to see if he could make his eyes light up, was doing complicated math in his head in under five seconds!

"Who's idea was it to mix flour with milk and yeast to make bread?"

Silence. It was at that moment that Yami remembered this was Marik; the same Marik who put a battery up his nose to see if he could make his eyes light up.

"Return to your flashlight sucking." Bakura crooned in a surprisingly content voice, as if Marik's question had been the enquiry of a young child; wait, come to think of it, wasn't Marik a young child?

"Kay!"

"...Can I go now?"

R&R!