Bakura sighed as he searched through the different TV-channels but couldn't find anything interesting. A Sitcom here, a documentary there. Ryou was in school meaning the former thief was alone with his endless boredom. Going outside wasn't an option since it was not only freezing like he learned normal for late autumn but also it was raining. Another sigh escaped his throat and he finally switched off the TV. A part of his mind told him to visit the pharaoh and see how far he could tease him before he kicked him out but Bakura decided against it. Not only was the pharaoh equipped with his Millennium Puzzle while Bakura had nothing, he also decided that it wasn't worth all the trouble of getting a train ticket and the long train ride which was one of the places he hated the most due to so many people who pushed and hit him while he could just sit there and mutter insults. He sat up and looked through the room to find something, anything that could entertain him but Ryou didn't own any consoles, only books and most of them were boring non-fiction books.

It was worse than any prison he could imagine.

The sounds of soft paw pads on carpeted floor made him look up. Angelo, Ryou's Ragdoll-cat, came trotting towards him and his icy eyes eyed the young man up as if he was calculating the worth of this human-being that looked like his owner. Said human-being looked over his shoulder as if he was expecting a camera filming him but - of course - there was none. Angelo gave a small meow and sat down next to the sofa on which Bakura sat. Bakura smiled after he made sure nothing was watching him, grabbed the blanket nearest to him and laid down with it covering his body. The almost white cat with a black 'mask' took the hint and jumped onto Bakura's belly with all the grace you would expect from the animal. The thief's lip's sides lifted all by themselves as his hand wandered through the thick fur causing the cat to purr. Perhaps it was because of his origin, but Bakura had fallen in love with the gentle and perhaps a bit too demanding creature the minute he met Angelo. That love, however, he showed only when he was alone. Angelo stretched his front legs and yawned. Bakura smiled even brighter as he continued to pet the fur on top of the cat's head. It's bushy tail swishing from side to side like it usually did when he was happy. He was quite an unusual cat. Sometimes Bakura wondered what it would be like to be a cat. To have someone who does all the work for him. It must be wonderful…

The former thief shot up at the sound of a key opening the front door. The cat gave a small hiss as he was forcefully removed. Bakura basically threw away the blanket that was now partly covered in white fur as Ryou stepped inside. „Bakura! I'm home!" His soft face appeared in the door to the living room. „Took you long enough." Unfazed by the harsh tone Ryou put down his schoolbag and Angelo greeted him with a small 'meow'. The white haired boy laughed and took the cat in his arms as if Angelo was a baby. A very furry baby but a baby nonetheless: „At least there is someone who appreciates me coming home." Bakura huffed and noticed the letters that his vessel had brought with him and put on the small table behind the sofa. He grabbed one letter that was sent by a certain Yugi Muto: „What does he want?" Ryou put down the cat who trotted off into the kitchen to see if there was new food to be found in his bowl. „Yugi invited us to a horror night." „A horror night?" The thief tilted his head in confusion. The other one nodded and scratched the back of his arm: „Yes. Since it's almost Halloween he thought it would be a good idea." Bakura scoffed and put down the letter without opening it: „You don't seem happy." Yugi was one of Ryou's best friends so Bakura thought he would be happy to spend even more time with him then already. The young pupil sighed and mumbled: „You know how I am with those kinds of stories." He was visibly uncomfortable with the subject. Everybody knew how sensible he was so that uncomfortableness wasn't a surprise. „So you're not going to go?" Ryou shrugged: „I don't know." his head shot up: „but you can go." A smile formed on his face.

„Oh no!" Bakura jumped up: „I am not going to spend more time with Yugi and that dumb pharaoh than I already have to." „Aw come on. You like telling horror stories. After all, you had no problem scaring the life, literally, out of Bones, did you?" „That is not my problem." His red eyes burned into the other's flesh: „I just despise that stupid pharaoh!" Ryou rolled his eyes and nodded but didn't say anything. Even though he was usually very shy and easily scared and Bakura's looks might be fiercer than a dragon's, he was used to it by now: „I know but maybe you could try." Leaving no time for the thief to even gather air, Ryou grabbed his school bag and marched to his room to do homework.

Bakura looked over to the still closed letter and he finally decided to open and read it.

Why does he even take the time to write a letter?, Bakura wondered.

Dear Ryou, dear Bakura,

Yami and I invite you to a fun Halloween night. I have planned that we meet at Marik, Ishizu and Odeon's place since it's near the forest where we're going to start a small campfire and tell stories. Horror stories of course. The scarier they are, the better so you better have some good ones ready. The day's Sunday. The time's 22 PM.

Hope to see you then

Your's truly, Yugi and Yami

Bakura rolled his eyes and put the letter away. It is a nice idea, a voice inside his head. Just like Ryou said, Bakura loved telling and sometimes listening to tales of old. They just had to be spine-chilling and so horrific that they would come back in the darkest and stormiest of nights. When the walls moan and the wood creaks around you. He bit his lower lip as he thought. Then he walked over to Ryou's room and opened the door without knocking. Ryou jumped up and whirled around towards the door: „We're going." Ryou blinked: „O-okay."

The days went by. The air was getting colder. The days were getting shorter. And Halloween came...

„Bakura? Are you ready?" Ryou shivered even though his apartment was pleasantly warm. His double came down the stairs. He was completely dressed in black with a long, vampire-like coat. „I dressed up for the occasion." He said simply as he saw Ryou's questioning expression: „Or is there a problem with that?" His voice was as smooth as honey but still had a certain edge to it that only Bakura was able to conjure up. „O-of course not. I'm sure you're not the only one. You know, who dressed up for the occasion." Bakura lifted his head proudly as he walked outside to be greeted by a freezing wind.

As expected the bus was filled to the brim with people. It was a surprise that the two even found a seat. However, the reason why nobody sat there was the person who had taken the seat next to the window. He wasn't smelling bad or anything like that but the music he was listening to on his earphones was loud enough for Bakura to understand every, single word. He grunted under his breath and crossed his arms to keep them away from that guy's throat. It was times like these that he missed his Millennium Ring and his powers to send people into the Shadow Realm when every he pleased. After what seemed like hours the bus finally stopped at the right station and Bakura and Ryou left said bus. Marik's house wasn't far. About ten minutes at most. As they got there, they knocked and not a minute later Marik opened the door with a bright smile: „Hey guys!" He beckoned them in: „Ishizu is at her museum and Odeon is out for the day working." The two nodded: „Are Yami and Yugi there yet?" Ryou asked and looked around. „Not yet. Yugi said he wanted to grab something first." Bakura cocked an eyebrow: „Defy 'something', Marik." The blonde Egyptian shrugged: „He didn't tell me. Want some tea?" Ryou cringed: „Tea?" Bakura chuckled as he remembered the reason why, Marik assumed that they, or at least Ryou, wanted to drink that. „Yeah. Ishizu didn't want to give us coffee after…" he broke off an scratched the back of his head. „After you kept her up all night the last time you had a cup?" Bakura finished with a humored grin. Marik's cheeks turned an embarrassed pink as he nodded: "Do you want something or not?"

Before the answer could be given, a knock from the front door pulled Marik back towards it. Not a minute later, there were two distinct voices coming from the hall. Bakura gave a small growl. Ryou leaned over: "Don't try to kill him, alright?" The former thief snorted: "You can't tell me what to do." Yugi and Yami came into the kitchen followed by Marik. The young pupil held a leather book in his arms. The title which was written in what seemed like liquid gold, said: Old legend and tales

„Who else is coming?" Ryou asked. Yugi tilted his head thoughtfully: „Well Tea has an audition for a big dance,

Joey is helping Seto, Tristan's parents send him to a camp." He stopped and nodded to himself. "Good." Marik commented with a smile: "I was afraid I didn't buy enough snacks." He turned towards a cupboard, opened it and took out snacks like potato chips and peanut flips.

The way to the fireplace wasn't far. It was a controlled fireplace with a small hut, of sorts, near it but since it wasn't raining, they chose to sit outside and ignite the fire in the stone-cyrcle. When the first sparks appeared it only took a few seconds for the sparks to evolved into a small campfire. Satisfied the five sat down around it. Marik took out the snacks he brought as Yugi asked, who should start. "It was your idea so you can start, Yugi." Ryou said and hugged his knees. Yami leaned back and smiled: "I agree. Go on, Yugi." The pupil nodded and cleared his throat: "Alright, I think I have one." An almost devilish grin that looked so wrong on his childish face. The fire cracked as it ate up the leaves and smaller branches. It drew deep shadows onto Yugi's face.