"Oof! Damn, that hurt."
"And you call yourself the Thief King."
"Shut up, Ryou." Ryou only grinned innocently as he dropped gracefully from the ceiling window onto the floor. Bakura stood up, bent his back a little, and rubbed his hands together. "Ready?"
"Naturally." Ryou replied. "After all, I did learn everything from you." Bakura grinned devilishly as Ryou went to work on the alarm. They had broken into the Domino City Museum, the very same one that Ishizu Ishtar was curator of. As Ryou set to work on the alarm, Bakura walked casually up to the customer service desk, , jumped over the table, slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and took something out from his jacket pocket. It was a silver CD, with blue sharpie writing on it.
"Alarm's dead." Ryou announced. Bakura grinned as he slipped the CD into a CD player, and quickly connected it to the museum's main intercom. Miyavi started blaring through.
Señor, Señora, Señorita. Shall we dance?
Bakura grinned.
"Best do as he says." He claimed. Ryou giggled, and they both started dancing around the museum like spazzes, however, Bakura was a bit more crazed. He took a large stack of guides and brochures and threw them into the air, laughing. Ryou laughed too, and they continued to dance around the museum, making sure to not touch anything. The song stopped and Bakura ran back down to make sure that it was still connected. There was a bit of irritated honking just outside the door. Bakura groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Malik's so impatient." Ryou said, running down the stairs, almost tripped, regained his balance, and reset the alarm. "We've got thirty seconds to get out."
"Damn. These people are so careless. Look at this mess." Bakura said, staring disdainfully at the brochures and various other papers spread out on the floor. He grinned and rolled his eyes before climbing out the ceiling window. Ryou quickly followed, and within minutes, they were in Malik's car, with Malik speeding about ninety an hour.
"Yeah, we're definitely gonna get caught in the museum, but you speeding about five hundred a second, noooo." Bakura said, sticking his feet up on the dashboard, and plucking off his rubber gloves.
"Shut up, Bakura." Malik said, running his third red light.
"You can ride a motorcycle but you sure can't drive." Ryou commented. Malik groaned, as he finally made a parallel park.
"Ryou, drive. I'm used to speed and your car is huge."
"It's a Toyota Corolla! It's tiny!" Ryou argued.
"I don't care, switch me seats." Ryou and Malik got out, swapped seats, and Ryou set off at a more reasonable pace.
"Ryou, swap me seats." Bakura said.
"Oh, God, no! Remember what happened last time? That poor old lady."
"Hey, it's not my fault that the old bat was going about two inches an hour." Bakura griped. Malik laughed. "Shut it, Blondie." Malik glared.
The next day
"Miss Ishtar, Domino Police Chief, Hideki Suoh." He said, shaking hands with the woman.
"Yes, is there anything missing?"
"My men found nothing missing, and nothing broken, but we did find this." He held up a silver CD.
"Perhaps a clue?" She said. Police Chief Suoh nodded and placed it into the CD player. It started to play Miyavi's Señor, Señora, Señorita. Neither Ishizu Ishtar nor Chief Suoh understood what it meant. While this was happening, three teenagers were in the Ishtar's apartment, dancing crazily to the very same song.