Bakura had once gain taken control of Ryou's body, and naturally he was out for mayhem and blood shed. After all, that was really the only thing this tiny, frail body was good at. He climbed from the bed to stand infront of the mirror. As skinny as always, he missed the point in time where his soul inhabited the body of a very attractive, very strong man instead of an effeminate teenage boy. He brushed his fingers over the ring, his fingers feeling a piece of paper that was pinned to the striped cotton shirt. He unfolded the note. He considered throwing it out and ignoring it, but for some reason he couldn't quite place, Bakura actually took a few seconds to bother reading it.

"To My Intrusive Other Half,

It appears as if you have taken over my body. Here is list of chores that I was going to do today, but you instead will be doing in my place. This is your rent. Failure to do this will result me in me shipping the ring to antartica again.

-clean the gaming room
-take out trash
-clean mothers head stone
-study for english examination
-pick up take out dinner at 6

Your Faith Landlord,
Ryou."

He stared at the note, glaring at it, as if it were an insult to his entire being. How fucking dare that child order me about! I'm the damned king of thieves, I'll put an end to that punk! I've been to hell and back and turned myself into a monster, who does he think is trying to control me? Ryou was an unintimidating, introverted, pathetic, tiny, scrawny, lanky, white-skinned, sheepish- nerd. He played board games and read books about demonlogy. Bakura was the devil himself, trapped for three thousand years, sociopathic, a destructive force from hell that just happened to adopt the boy's name because "Akefia" was too foreign and "Thief King" too antiquated.

Bakura glared at it as if he could destroy it simply by glaring death to it. Maybe he'd find a way to get a stone tablet to bring be diabound back and then he'd see who'd be writing out the chores then. Still, he not discard, nor did he burn it. Bakura crumbled the paper into his pocket, heading out for a day he'd use planning his destruction of earth and maybe some shop lifting. To make things even stranger, he even took out the trash and left it by the dumpster in the back of the apartment complex.