-1"This is nuts!" a silver haired, red eyed teen of eighteen years stomped his foot.
"Oh come on! This could be fun!" a very similar silver haired, blue eyed teen of sixteen years pulled on his counterpart's arm.
"Damnit Ryou! I don't wanna see some nut job!" the elder of the two howled at the younger. Ryou's eyes grew wide, as if he were ready to cry.
"But… You promised," Ryou whimpered.
"When?!" the other snapped.
"When I said I would pay for your pizza, Bakura!" Ryou bared his teeth at Bakura, as if he were a little dog.
"Grr… Fine!" Bakura huffed, obviously defeated.
"Yay! Thank you, Big Brother!" Ryou hugged Bakura.
"I'm guessing your language classes weren't worth the pay, huh?"
"Oh! Wait…," Ryou paused and thought. "Gomen nasai, Ni-sama," he bowed his head.
"No need to say sorry, Ni-chan," Bakura let a little smile crack his face.
"Na! You smiled!" the younger chirped.
"Tch! Let's just go in this rattrap," he grabbed Ryou, and stormed into the place called "Ishtar's Home of Psycosis".
"Welcome!" a blond haired, violet eyed teen of seventeen years jumped up from behind a glass counter. He had a violet cape, almost as dark as Bakura's black jacket. The tan khaki's he had on had a bulge in the pocket, which actually got more of Bakura's attention than anything else. His black, sleeveless shirt showed the long, golden arm bands he had.
"Oh hi!" Ryou chirped, then gasped as Bakura nudged his side. "Oh! Forgive me. Konichiwa!" he smiled brightly at the tanned teen. "My name is Ryou, and this is my Ni-sama, Bakura," he pointed from him to his brother.
"Hello…," Bakura grumbled lifeless.
"Where are my manners? My name is Malik," the tanned blond came around his desk and shook hands with Ryou. He went to Bakura, whose eyes wandered from jars of shrunken heads of animals and humans, to books with odd titles like "Tell Me, Mister Wolf-Man" and "Hair Today, Scales Tomorrow". "Hello sir," Malik stayed polite to the elder. Bakura glanced Malik's way, then back to the jars.
"Bakura! Shake his hand," Ryou glared hard at his brother, who then turned to face his greeter. Bakura shook his hand, and his fingers gently touched the beads Malik had. The sound of sizzling occurred, and Bakura jerked his hand back, yowling and growling.
"What the Hell was that?!" Bakura hissed at Malik.
"Oh! Many pardons sir. My beads, I put them in hot water for good luck. It must still be warm," Malik smiled.
"Funny. I touched those beads. I didn't get burned," Ryou looked at him. Fear arose in Malik's lungs.
"No my young friend. You touched these beads. They are drenched in cold water for wealth," Malik quickly laughed. Ryou looked like he understood, but Bakura still had his doubts. Ryou picked up a little trinket that looked very similar to the beads Bakura was burned by.
"How much?"
"For the problems, five dollars."
"Here!" Ryou handed Malik the money, and put the beads on his wrist.
"Have a nice day you two! See you real soon!" Malik looked directly into Bakura's eyes. Bakura shook with fear, and followed Ryou out. As Malik watched the two walk down the block, he pulled out his cell phone from the bulging pocket. "Mr. Kaiba… I found him…"