Author's notes: And yes, after not updating for such a long time, I'm finally back! These two years have been extremely hard for me since I had a major exam. However, it's all over now, and I'm happy to say I'm rather satisfied with my results for O-levels after seeing how all my previous tests and prelims had been such a disaster.

To previous reviewers/people who have favourite this fic, I'm so grateful and thankful for all of you sticking through with me even though I have such a sucky update status.

Disclaimer: If I own YGO, I wouldn't be writing fan fictions.

Ra had a terrible sense of humour, and Yami Bakura was not amused at all. Seeing a whole bunch of people charging into his house (okay, it's Ryou's house, but…), ready to attack him was not what he expected when he 'enslaved' the Pharaoh. The plan was simple: Force the Pharaoh to be his slave for a month and finish his chores while tormenting him in the process. The way he see it, he was the one being tormented instead of the Pharaoh. Not only did he not know how to do house chores, he caused more trouble than good.

"Sorry, I didn't know that…" Yuugi blushed a deep red as he sat on the couch, his head bowed.

"But what are you doing on top of Kura-kins, removing his shirt?" Yami Malik asked, looking at the equally embarrassed Pharaoh. "It looked as though you're trying to…Oh my! It's so embarrassing to get this out. It seemed as though you're…" Yami Malik who could no longer contain his laughter started giggling.

"I was just trying to get his shirt off to clean the water that leaked out from the garbage bag because he was forcing me to clean it with my tongue," Yami Yuugi replied, then shot a glare at Yami Bakura who snorted.

"Well, well, since the misunderstanding had been cleared, let's all go home now shall we?" Malik clapped his hands as he stood up from the couch, smacking Yami Malik's head for his incessant giggling that turned to loud laughters.

"I'm sorry for the trouble…" Ryou muttered as he heaved a sigh. Just how long would Yami Bakura see how childish he was?

Yuugi stood up too, ready to go. "Um… Bakura, I'm sorry for my rashness…"

"Tch." Was the only reply he got as Yami Bakura stormed into his room uncharacteristically, leaving the others in the living room.

"I'll be fine here, Yuugi. So hurry home," Yami Yuugi patted Yuugi on the arm as Yuugi took another glance at the door to Bakura's room before waving goodbye and went off with Malik and Yami Malik who were already out of the door.

"I'm so sorry for what had happened. I'll talk to Bakura about this later," Ryou sighed as he closed the door and said to Yami Yuugi, who shook his head in appreciation.

"It's alright. There were just some misunderstandings. Nothing really that important. Besides, I'm at fault too," Yami Yuugi assured Ryou who raised his eyebrows, seeing that Yami Yuugi had actually sort of defended for Yami Bakura.

"Are you sure you'll be fine with Bakura in that room?" Ryou asked as Yami Yuugi made his way to Yami Bakura's room.

"I guess so," Yami Yuugi replied uncertainly before bidding Ryou good night.

Watching the back of Yami Yuugi, Ryou could only hope that there would be no bloodshed the next morning he woke up.

Meanwhile in the room, Yami Bakura was seething as he punched the pillows. Did those bastards outside not know that the walls were pretty thin here, and he could hear their conversations? Why was everybody pushing the blame onto him? As far as he could admit, yes, he did go overboard, but the Pharaoh had done his fair share of misdeeds too and nobody was criticizing him. Yes, they were all ganging up on him. That could be the only possible and feasible explanation that entered Yami Bakura's mind as he gave the pillows yet another punch before hearing the door opened.

Standing in the doorway was Yami Yuugi who stared at the uncharacteristic behaviour of Yami Bakura. Him venting his anger on pillows? A smirk threatened to tug the corners Yami Yuugi's lips, but he suppressed it and kept a straight face.

"You had better taken your medicine before you sleep. I don't want another night of hearing you hacking to death," Yami Bakura growled as he pushed the pillows back in place.

"I would so politely like to remind you who caused this," Yami Yuugi hissed as he walked in and closed the door behind him, before going to the makeshift wardrobe Ryou had kindly put up for him and grabbed a clean shirt before unbuttoning the one he was wearing and started changing.

Yami Bakura felt himself getting hotter in the face as his eyes trailed the lean muscles on Yami Yuugi's arms, then his torso, then slowly concentrating on his pink nip—Ack! What the hell was he thinking?! But that perfectly pale skin of his was glowing with a sort of radiance that—Stop! Yami Bakura could have stabbed himself over and over again with the Millennium Rod for such inappropriate thoughts, especially ones about the Pharaoh when he noticed Yami Yuugi shooting him a weird glance.

"What are you looking at?" Yami Yuugi tried to sound indignant, hoping that the frustration would mask his nervousness and the fact that he was unnerved by the momentary animalistic glimpse in Yami Bakura's eyes. Oh Ra, would he ever survive a month in this hell?

Yami Bakura gave a grunt before pulling the blankets over his head and lay on his bed. With the safety of his blanket, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He could not believe that he harboured weird thoughts for the Pharaoh!

No. It's nothing like that. I like girls. I like boobs!

But you did find yourself excited over the fact that he was nearly straddling you just now, a voice in his head suddenly rang, nearly causing Yami Bakura to yelp in surprise.

Nope! I like girls, I like boobs. It's just the freaking raging hormones!

A soft thump resounded beside him, telling him that Yami Yuugi was near him, just right beside his bed at the mattress. The click of the lamp told Yami Bakura enough that the lights were turned off. By then, Yami Bakura could already feel himself hyperventilating. The sudden thought of Yami Yuugi just next to him on the floor seemed to quicken his heartbeat.

"Hey Tomb Robber."

The voice nearly made Yami Bakura jumped. Trying to sound normal, Yami Bakura feigned annoyance before replying, "What?"

"If you are having a wet dream, keep your volume down. I'm trying to sleep here."

Damn the Pharaoh! If only he knew!

~Next Morning~

Yami Yuugi had woken up to the smell of toasts, eggs and bacon. Breathing in the aroma of the breakfast, he gave a small stretch before turning to his side, only seeing Yami Bakura's brown eyes staring back at him.

"Woah! What are you doing?!"

The immediate reaction of Yami Yuugi was to push Yami Bakura away and check for missing clothing but his pride stopped him.

"Tsk, tsk. You're late. You were supposed to prepare breakfast and now Ryou was the one doing it. Get your lazy ass out of bed and get ready for school," Yami Bakura frowned, his nose wrinkling. "And, you're supposed to greet me with a 'Good morning, Master'."

"This wasn't part of the routine you had for me," Yami Yuugi gritted his teeth at Yami Bakura who gave a lopsided smirk.

"Now it is."

With that, Yami Bakura made his way out of the room.

"Stuck-up asshole," Yami Yuugi muttered under his breath as he sat up from the mattress.

Yami Bakura turned around, as if hearing what he had said and cocked his head, leaning against the doorframe.

"What now, Master?" Yami Yuugi's voice was laced with sarcasm as he glared at Yami Bakura.

"Just for your information, your breath stinks. Do make sure you brush your teeth properly," Yami Bakura smiled sweetly, as he walked—no—strutted out of the room, leaving Yami Yuugi mouth agape.

Author's notes: I'm so sorry to end it here. I could have updated this earlier on Thursday but just right at the moment I wanted to post this chapter, my internet access was cut off…then for the following days, my computer monitor miraculously decided to enter eternal rest by giving me a black screen….anyway, please do drop me a review despite the short chapter!