Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Even though I wish I did


"I'm sorry," the girl apologized again. "I really didn't mean to."

"You know we can't have you doing things like that here, Bakura!"

"I know….I'm sorry."

A loud sigh fell from the manager's lips. Amane had been doing specifically what the guidelines told her not to do. She painted the walls in more then just her apartment. She dropped random objects from the roof and ended up hitting some people in the head, then laughed. She also thought it'd be funny to replace one person's wardrobe with a random person's that lived in a different building. And she was right. It was hilarious.

"Vandalism, breaking and entering," he shook his head. "Causing injury, making trouble, Bakura the list just goes on and on. Don't let me catch you doing anything of the sort again."

"Got it." Just don't let him catch her. Which basically said she could continue to do things of the sort. If she didn't get caught.

"Go on," the manager shooed her out of his office.

Now all she had to do was figure out how to sneak around some more. Simple. She skipped merrily back to her apartment, a plan already beginning to form in her mind as a smirk grew wider and wider on her face.

"Bakura! Put it down! You can't throw that!" Ryou shouted from inside the apartment.

"Oh? Just watch me!" The Thief replied like the smart ass he was.

"Just put it down." Amane said calmly as she walked into the room, not even seeing what it was he was holding.

"Amane!" Ryou squeaked in fear as he ran to his twin.

The white haired female took that time to take in what was going on. The "Thief King", or so he called himself, was standing on the kitchen table with his bare feet planted firmly. In his hand, he held Ryou's oh-so-special box of figurines for his game he made.

"Bakura," she said with a small smile. "Set the box down."

"And if I don't want to?"

"I'll tackle you and wrestle it from your hands." Amane said simply.

"That's a threat?"

"Nope. It's a promise."

"You don't scare me," he said without his voice wavering in the slightest.

"Yet."

Amane had been with the two for a few months now and gotten in plenty of trouble since then. More the half the time of it being with her fighting with the man that had the scar over his eye. But because he was so 'intimidating' to look at, Amane always got the trouble. Though she was never kicked out because of her innocent look that almost always graced her face.

With a small growl the older Bakura set the box down halfway, only to hurl it at the wall. Being the person she was, Amane caught the box and handed it to her brother before running at the Thief and tackling him down on the table. Within only a few seconds, the two were rolled onto the floor with Amane swinging a punch at the Thief's face while the Thief was aiming to knee her in the gut.

Rolling so the girl was under him he swung a punch to find his fist connecting with, none other than, the floor.

"Great, I'll get blamed for that." Amane grumbled from where she now sat on the couch as the Thief punched almost straight through the floor.

"You guys are going to bruise." Ryou declared as he walked off towards the hallway to the right of the apartment, where all his game rooms were.

"I didn't bruise yesterday." Amane said proudly as she rubbed a spot on her arm that had gotten kneed.

"Lucky you," the Thief murmured as he rubbed what would, or may not be a black eye.

"Don't pick a fight if you can't handle the pain," the female declared with a smirk before she walked off to her room. The only one in the apartment with an unpainted door. Amane had painted Bakura's door red, Ryou's door brown, the door across from Bakura's light blue, the door across from that one diagonally orange, and one across from the orange was a light green.

The girl had to blink a few times when she walked into the room itself. It was blindingly white. Which was terrible when she woke up in the morning. It hurt her eyes to the point she couldn't see until she walked into the living room that had some odd, cool looking shade of dark, but light green wall paper and brown baseboards.

Walking over to the bed, which was also white, she sat down before clicking on the stereo that was sitting in the corner. She was greeted by the beginning of one of her favorite songs. So naturally she sung along with it. Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade. She normally didn't go for music like that. But that band intrigued her.

When the song had ended, a random word sprang into Amane's mind. Which caused her to spring to her feet and run to her brother.

"Ryou!" She practically shouted as she burst into one of the game rooms.

"Yes?" The shy boy asked, not looking up from whatever he was working on.

"What does 'charismatically' mean?"

"To do something in a charismatic matter." He answered simply.

"What does charismatic mean?"

"Compelling, alluring, captivating, things along those lines."

"Thank you," she said with a smile before walking out of the room. Now she had nothing to do. Which left her with one option. She quickly walked into the small kitchen of the apartment and grabbed a few water bottles that were kept in the pantry before leaving the apartment and climbing to the roof of the building.

If she was going to get in trouble, it may as well be for something she actually did.

Amane quickly untwisted the cap of one of the water bottles and looked down over the ledge of the building. Lot's of people were walking by. So, ever so carefully, she tilted the bottle and watched as a glop of water fell through the air and landed on someone's head.

"What the hell was that!" Some random girl's voice screamed. From the sound of it, it was some rich girl that thought everything was hers in the world. Amane tipped the bottle again and another glop of water rained down. Hitting the girl again. And a few bystanders in the process.

"Classic reaction," Amane thought with a giggle as she did it for a third time. When she looked at the girl, she couldn't help but to laugh. A fluffy white jacket was now dripping with water. As was her face. Raccoon eyes to the extreme showed to be running down her face.

"It was her fault for standing there." Amane told herself as she took the caps off the other water bottles and dumped them fully down the building, dropping the bottles when they were empty. A smirk crossed her face when she heard multiple screams and shouts of "ow!" when the water bottles landed.

Feeling satisfied with herself, the girl made her way back to the apartment she lived in. Her moment was short lived to say the least.

"You." The manager said when she walked in the door. Had she already been ratted out?

"Yes?" Amane asked, putting on her best innocent look.

"The floor? What happened?"

"Bakura punched it," she said simply before half walking and half running into her bedroom.


Paint. That's what the walls needed. Color. Not white. It was killing her eyes! Her beautiful, beautiful, emerald green eyes.

So she grabbed a bucket of paint that she had stashed in her closet and got to work finding a paint brush. Luckily, she came upon a brand new one. Just sitting there. The bristles pure black and the handle not splotched in any paint whatsoever.

That all changed when she dipped the black bristles into the bucket of paint. Or, rather not. Within a few hours, there were stripes of black painted on her walls with the white still there. But every stripe was the exact same size. And the exact same distance apart.

Hooray for perfectness!

Her ceiling was painted all black except for the silver twinkles that blinked at her. Meant to be the stars. And they would be. Just as soon as night came, they would come to life. It was a trick the Thief had taught to her. And it was pretty amazing.

Only when she looked out her window she saw the pink encrusted sky. All the clouds near the sun held a pink tint as the sky around the sun itself held shades of pink, orange, and yellow. "I'm gonna paint that," she decided as she took the Dixon camera from it's resting place in the case on her nightstand. With ease, she snapped a few photos of it. Then she watched it until the sun was no longer in sight. Then placed the camera back in it's bed in the case.


After a hectic dinner and another wrestling war with Bakura, Amane decided it was time for bed. When she walked into her room, she was greeted by the twinkling of some stars on her ceiling. It. Was. Awesome.

"Oh, you really did it?" The Thief asked, peeking in her door.

Amane nodded.

"You did good. It looks like it worked."

Amane nodded again.

She sat for quite some time just staring at the stars over her head before eventually deciding to change into some night clothes and going to sleep. Tomorrow, she would wake up with a bruise gracing the side of her abdomen. She just knew it.

The last sight she was greeted with was the twinkle of a star before she faded into unconsciousness.


A/N: Alright, so I'm sorry it took forever to update this. I've just been going through some things and having to deal with my retarded laptop (I swear it hates me) but I'm writing two other fics aside from this one. And I've had another one in my head, but I don't want to have to deal with four fanfics. I want to try to update at least once a month. If not, more. So, yeah. Oh, and I'm sorry the writing sucks. I was writing the paint scene, and then I remembered a paint scene I wrote last year and I've recently discovered that I suck at writing. So, I'm sorry for that. I'm also sorry it's so short. My laptop started freaking out on me. So, This was all I could write. Pitiful and lame excuse. I know. Oh well. Review, and I'll write more. I promise ^_^