AN/ Not my best story, but whatever.

It was kinda on and off since I kept getting distracted it may kinda flow off topic ^^;

Ah well, enjoy as usual - Sorry for the bad writing!

As Bakura ascended the elevator to his duel with the wielder of the Millennium Rod, something inside him was screaming;

Ryou to be exact.

Bakura tried to simply ignore his host's protests but they were frighteningly irritating. That boy had a damn good set of lungs even from the darkest corner of his soul room where Bakura had left him.

"Damnit Spirit! You can't just let people into my body! It's overcrowded as it is with you! First I get some crazy spirit who thinks it's fun to use my body, hurt me and imitate me and now we have some crazy guy who wants to be Pharaoh!"

Bakura cringed at his lighter side's protests. Absentmindedly he sighed in irritation.

"And now you've decided to just go off and play a shadow game with the single most evil entity we've ever encountered! If you get us banished to the shadow realm I will not shut up for one second there!"

Bakura looked over to the darker side of Marik that he was about to duel. Any amount of complaining from Ryou was not worth this.

"Not to mention that he's hell bent on becoming Pharaoh! I mean what's with that! We don't even have Pharaohs anymore! He's demented! And now his spirit is lingering in my body! Mine! Not yours!"

Oh hell, Bakura was never going to get any peace like this. He leaned against the wall of the elevator and subconsciously, dived into Ryou's soul room.

"It's about bloody time you came to acknowledge the presence of the boy you just love to possess!"

"Ryou, shut up."

That boy was so stubborn. At times Bakura had tried reasoning with him but to no avail; Ryou pretty much hated the spirit and when he got angry with him – which was pretty much all the time – Bakura got no peace at all.

"Why should I? This is my body, isn't it? I can do whatever I want, can't I?"

"Honestly sometimes I wish we were more like Yugi and the Pharaoh. At least they get along and one doesn't constantly annoy the other" Bakura grumbled under his breath.

"I heard that." Ryou folded his arms over his chest and glared at Bakura. "Aren't you the one always rambling on about how much you hate them and that we will never be anything like them?"

"Well you've stopped yelling and we're 'getting along' now, aren't we?"

Ryou glared at the Spirit.

"So are you done venting at me? Honestly, Marik's spirit is also in our body; I'm sure you van vent your frustrations to him rather than me. I have better things to do."

"You mean my body."

"Yes..." Bakura said through gritted teeth "But I am also in possession of this body ever since you obtained the Millennium ring, am I not? Marik is simply here to help me win a duel and get his own body back. One that he actually has!"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a spirit who lives in an ancient artefact. Who has no living body; Marik on the other hand does, so I'll be as happy as you to kick him out. I'm sure there's much he hasn't told me considering his rather demonic other half." Bakura turned his head to the vision below him; the elevator that he stood in with the other Marik.

"You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Considering if I lose I'll have to put up with you? Yes. I have the better half on my side and with his knowledge and my duelling skills we'll be sure to win."

"You better be right."

The elevator stopped and Bakura left Ryou.

Ryou uncrossed his arms and looked on below as Bakura and Marik exited the elevator to the duelling platform. Something wasn't quite right about this whole duel; and he knew that a shadow game wasn't going to be fun for any of them.

He set about watching the duel progress and soon realised that Bakura was not going to win this.

And as Bakura began to fade into the Shadow Realm Ryou tapped into his mind saying only two words to him.

"You suck."