Hi guys! Zoe slash Jennifer here! Firstly, thank you guys for all the reviews and comments I've received on this weird story. I'm sorry if I didn't have time to reply to all of you, but I appreciated your reviews all the same! :)

This chapter is dedicated to YamiAkimotoMayu, for inspiring me to write again! I've been thinking about this story a lot lately, because I had so much fun writing the first chapter. And yeah, I know I said it was a one-shot, but I lied. It's at least going to be a 3-shot, for now. But her review (and everyone else's, really!) pushed me over the edge to really getting off my lazy butt and writing it. So I hope you enjoy!

A Few Notes: Yes, I know no one in the Yu-Gi-Oh fandom calls Bakura "Ryou". Apparantly it's a heated debate just about everywhere. But for the sake of this story, it's just easier for me. And we can always pretend that somehow magically they decided to call him by his given name. Also, this story is waaaaaay OOC anyway! Oh, and remember Yami's electric wheelchair, Cosmo? Yeah, just wondering if you did. XD You'll see why in the story~.

Disclaimer: Still too poor to afford stupidity! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Bakura was sitting on the floor, a skateboard balanced in his lap. He was happily polishing the wheels, when he stopped for a second to admire his hot self in the reflection. And the second turned into 15 seconds. And 15 seconds turned into 2 minutes. And 2 minutes turned into 10 hours.

When Ryou came home after a long night of working at Hooters, Bakura was passed out on the floor with his skateboard cuddled to his face like a little puppy dog.

"Awww..." Ryou said as he gently covered Bakura with a blanket. "Bakura's got a strange, unhealthy addiction to looking at himself in anything that reflects images! How precious!" And he continued to coo odd things at him.

"Stupid omote..." Bakura mumbled in his sleep. "He doesn't understand me like you do, Skateboard...he's always taking my make-up, and my daffodils, and my tampons and saying I'm a freak and I'm a boy and I better accept it...but you get me...I love you so much..." And he started licking the board in his sleep.

"Bakura, you jackass! You're such a jerk, even in your sleep!" And Ryou raised his arm, ready to attack. But just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Ryou answered as he picked it up, still glaring daggers at Bakura.

Silence.

"Heelllooooooo?"

Silence.

"Who is this? What do you want? If it's about my subscription to Playgirl I can explain!"

Silence.

"Bitch you better speak up now or before you know it I'll be over there kicking the mother loving cra--"

Suddenly, the sound of a scrapple was heard in the background before Yami's voice came over the line, panting slightly.

"Ryou! Sorry, Yami here! That was Cosmo, lately he's taken to drunk-dialing. I'll slap him around later for you. Anyway, Yuugi and I were really hot and we were wondering what your pool is looking like. Yesterday you said it was green-ish."

"Well...it's looking pretty wet right now."

"You're such a smart-ass. You know what I meant!"

"Well, honestly, it's still pretty green. ...and why do you only seem to call me when you want to swim in my pool?!"

But then the phone clicked off.

"Ugh! Yami, you're a jerk too!" And he stomped off to his room to write bad gothic poetry.

But then his stupid phone rang again.

"WHAT?!" He screamed into it.

"Errr...hello to you too, Ryou! Yuugi here. I heard what Yami said to you, and I'm sorry. Of course we mostly like you for your pool. You're a nice enough guy, Ryou, but you're just not a main character. Sorry."

"...main character? What the hell are you talking about? Are you trying again to make everyone believe that crap about our lives being broadcast as some crappy children's cartoon where we wave cards around and try to look cool? Don't make me call the psychiatrist...again!"

"DAMMIT, RYOU! I KNOW WHAT I SAW!" Yuugi coughed. "Sorry, Ryou, but you know how I feel about this. I know I saw a bunch of giggling freaks video-taping almost every duel we were ever in and even a few shower scenes of Yami and me. But anyway, that's not why I was calling. We're bored, and were wondering if you and Bakura wanted to go to Wal-Mart with us?"

"Ugghh...I don't know. I've been working all night, and Bakura's sleeping--"

"Well, wake her ass up!"

"Yuugi! Bakura's still a boy! He hasn't saved up enough money yet."

"Oh, my bad. Anyway, wake his frickin' ass up and come with us!"

"UGH, FINE! Geez you're such a freak. But I'm only going because I need to buy some more shampoo."

"Fine, I'll let you buy your smelly pansy shampoo. As long as it's not that coconut-scented crap."

"What if I prefer that coconut-scented crap?!"

"You see, Ryou! That's exactly why you're not a main character! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME 'CAUSE I'M THE FRICKING KING OF GAMES."

"Yuugi, shut UP about that already! You're not the damn King of Games and you know it!" And now it was Ryou's turn to slam the phone down on its receiver.

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Well, there you go! Sorry, no Wal-Mart action yet. We'll get to it, I promise! (mumbles) ...it might take another five years, though...

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for doing that thing!