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Ryou lay on his back on his soul room bed. He stared at the ceiling, not really seeing it, though. Instead he was grumbling to Bakura about what had happened that night.
/ How could you get caught! You're supposed to be the King of Thieves/
/Cool it Ryou. Just because I could rob tombs 3,000 years ago doesn't mean I never made any mistakes! And what does stealing have to do with anything? I didn't steal anything. It's your fault anyways./ he added while surveying the jail cell he was currently in.
/ Oh really? And how's that exactly/ Ryou snapped.
/Watch it kid/ the thief growled. / And if you hadn't told me not to steal and to find some other means of entertainment then I wouldn't have gone to that bar, gotten drunk, and started that fight/
/……./
Bakura smirked and closed the bond. He glanced up when he saw a slight movement on the other side of the room. He was sharing this cell with 2 other guys who had been glancing at the new comer warily. The only reason they'd kept their distance though was due to the fact that since he'd come in he'd looked seriously spaced out and had growled and even smiled in a way that made them want to call their moms for comfort.
Now that he seemed 'awake' though they decided to meet their temporary cellmate. He had spiky silver/white hair a little past his shoulders, cold brown eyes, and seemed to be a collector of weapons and pretty objects. Once again they glanced at the desk that held a pile of at least 10 knives (all beautifully made and with random designs on them) and some gold and silver jewelry. The police officer who had arrested Bakura had placed them on the desk with a note that had Bakura's name on it as the owner of the expensive treasures.
The older men began walking towards Bakura, thinking he hadn't noticed their movements. Truth be told though Bakura had been aware of the glances and unspoken questions sent his way since arriving.
'Well, well, well, I wonder how this'll turn out.' Bakura thought to himself.
Ryou tried to warn Bakura not to do anything too bad to the two strangers but Bakura smirked and mentally pushed Ryou out of his thoughts.
The thief stood and faced the approaching men with a smug smile. The one on the right hesitated then stopped. The other guy wasn't as smart and took a few more steps till he was right in front of Bakura.
"Help you?" Bakura questioned shortly.
"Hn…" was the response from the guy in front of him.
Bakura was slowly getting irritated about the invasion of his space. The man, too stupid to see the warning looks in the pale teens shrewd eyes, moved even closer.
As Bakura was building up enough shadow magic to seal the guys' soul into the guard that was by the doors' baton, a familiar snicker caught the thief's keen hearing.
Turning slowly on the spot he groaned when his guess was confirmed. It was the Ra-cursed Pharaoh's violet eyes they are violet right? that met Bakura's piercing brown ones through the bars.
The tomb raider couldn't believe his bad luck! First he gets arrested for something, in his eyes, he didn't do, then he got put in a cage with two idiot mortals, had to put up with his hikari's accusations, and now he had to face the Pharaoh? God's this night sucked!