"Bakura!"
The boy in question woke up from his short-lived nap on the couch and groaned as he rubbed his eyes. "What is it this time, Marik? And it had better be bloody important."
"I have a question."
"Spit it out."
Marik cringed. "Geez, Bakura! I knew you were into some weird stuff but I didn't think you had a thing for being spit on!"
This warranted another groan from Bakura. "Just tell me what you came in here to ask."
"Oh, right." Marik pointed at his partner-in-crime. "You're five thousand years old, right?"
Bakura shrugged. "Give or take a few."
"And I'm sixteen."
The white haired boy cocked an eyebrow, unsure where this was going. "Yes, you are."
Marik nodded and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. "That's what I thought."
"Who the bloody hell are you calling?" Bakura asked.
After two rings a female voice answered Marik's call. "This is the police department."
"Yes, my name is Marik Sebastian Ishtar III and I would like to report a pedophile."
"Did you hear, Yami?" Yugi asked his other half. "Bakura was just arrested for being a pedophile."
"Huh. Well that's weird."
"How is it weird?"
"I just always assumed that it would be Pegasus who would get arrested for that sort of thing."
"It's always the guy you least suspect."
"I am not a pedophile!" Bakura said as one of the guards passed by his cell. "I am the spirit of a sixteen-year-old Egyptian, so it is perfectly legal!"
The guard rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Sure thing, kid."
"Do I look like I'm five thousand years old?!"
"You're an anime character. All you Japanese cartoons look younger than you are."
Bakura pressed his forehead against the metal bars and gritted his teeth. This day could not get any worse.
"Oooh! Bakura boy!" Pegasus - his cellmate - crossed his arms as he sat on the bottom bunk, which he had called dibs on. "You were with a boy who was four thousand nine hundred and eighty four years your minor? You naughty boy!"
Oh wait. It just did . . .