The worlds strictest parents.

Ok so I got this idea and I thought it was utterly hilarious so I disused to right it. It's probably going to be short but oh well! I may continue depending on reviews. So I hope you enjoy reading! :)

Bakura wasn't your average teen. His dad was a drunk and when Bakura turned 10 he and his mum left England to start a new in America. That's when it all started to go down hill. Now at the age of 17 he has a massive criminal record and has been sent onto the tv show 'worlds strictest parents'.

The plane left. A woman in her mid 30's stood with a hanky blowing her nose with nobody to pat her back.
Meanwhile Bakura was on that plane looking at his mother. She did not deserve him nor her former ex. She was a sweet woman with no fears. Bakura had no doubt that she would be fine. Ok Maybe a little. A lot. But that wasn't what Bakura should be thinking he was off to Cairo, Egypt to live with a native family for a week. Shit was going to go down.
Music blasted through the headphones that covered bakura's ears the older lady that sat next to him was giving a funny look. The flight took forever but when it landed he did not want to leave his seat. He wasn't aloud to tack his favourite knife or any other things to plot, plan, or carry through evil yet awesome doings. Bakura was so nervous yet he would never emit it. NEVER.
Eventually the people flooded out of the exit giving Bakura a nice steady plod out of the plane. He was suppose to meet a girl named Isis who was the daughter of the single farther whose house he would be staying in.
He saw a black haired tanned woman who looked as though she was in her early 20's she called out to Bakura.
" hey! Hey you!"
Bakura turned his head around and looked at her.
" are you Bakura?"
She asked politely. Bakura nodded then stuck his tongue out as he scooted towards her.
" I therefore presume you are miss Isis Ishtar?"
He said right in her ear. Isis thought that this guy was a whack job but decided better of it.
" well... I suppose I better take you to our house... If you could call it that..."
She said the last part very quietly and hopefully. Bakura deciding to take sympathy on her replied
" what ever do you mean?"
In as sly a voice as he could pull off.
" our family consists of a very proud lineage of tomb keepers; it reaches as far back as the ancient Egyptians. As to say... We live in a tomb."
Isis started walking and Bakura followed. This was starting to be a little more interesting... Maybe there will be something worth stealing in the tomb...

Malik sat on the cold stone slabs thinking of the new life form he was going to meet. He would actually be able to have a conversation with this guy unlike all the spiders and poisonousness snakes. Damn all those bit marks on his legs.
Malik leaned back onto the flour and started to daydream...
The wind would whistle through his hair as he drove down rout 66 on a pristine red motorcycle. He would go everywhere and anywhere as long as it was on that bike...
Malik jolted up quickly as the 'door' was opened. Isis walked in with a lad in tow. He had long white hair that was in messy spikes all the way down his back. Red-brown eyes that could burn wholes in diamonds flawless white skin... It was not like anything Malik had ever seen before.

I do have more planed... Hopefully!
:)