Ok, here's chapter 2. I have no idea where this story is going…so yeah.
12 hours later Ryou found himself alone in a cell somewhere out to sea. Escape? How was that possible? The water was probably shark infested. His mind link to Bakura had been switched off, ever since they left the court, so Ryou had to endure a 12 hour journey alone. The worst part must have been a very 'friendly' gentleman, who had mistaken Ryou for a girl, and became, a little less friendly when he found out that Ryou was indeed, a boy. So, Ryou sat alone in the cold room, playing with his striped shirt, wondering what he would do for the next…25 years.
-Have you done being pathetic?-
-So nice to finally hear from you.-
-Well, do you want my help or not.-
-As much as I would love to stay, and do the right thing by staying here, 25 years is…too long.-
-Then shut up and listen to what I say.-
Ryou mentally rolled his eyes.
-OK, see that window, where does it lead?-
-Um, if you can get through the iron bars, its about…a 100 foot drop into the sea…-
-That's not so bad.-
-There's rocks…probably sharks.-
-OK, we won't go that way. What time will you be getting fed?-
- I'm not sure…-
-Useless hikari. Do you get fed?-
-Yes…-
-Ooh what are we having?-
-We're in jail, and the first thing that comes to your mind is food? It won't be meat if that's what you where hoping. It's most likely bread and gruel.-
-Wonderful, I can hardly wait. Will the guard who serves you have keys?-
-Yes? How else would he open the door?-
-Last time I was in, they slid it under.-
-You've been in before?-
- Several times, stupid pharaoh. Does it surprise you?-
-Not at all.-
-Here's the plan. Let me take over your body, I shall do the rest.-
-Do you think that's wise? Last time I let you take over, you pleaded guilty for every crime under the sun.-
-Yes, well, I didn't want to watch TV that day, and thought this may be more interesting. If you want to get out, you will let me take over. Understood?-
-Fine…-
A few hours later, a knock came at the door, Ryou's soft brown eyes glowed red, and the spirit stood up, smirking. Seconds later the door opened and a guard stood before the albino with a tray.
"May I ask, what it is?" Bakura poked at the food, still in the guard's hands.
"Gruel."
"Ah, wonderful." Just as the guard handed the tray over to the albino, Bakura took a handful of the 'food' threw it on the floor, pushed the tray in the guard's face and pulled him towards himself, causing the surprised guard to slip on the gruel. As he fell Bakura swiped the keys and ran out the door, cackling evilly and locking the guard in the cell. Wondering what to do next, he realized a disguise would be appropriate, and nothing is more fun than dress up. Finding a storage closet, Bakura raided the boxes until he found a uniform of his own size. Putting it on and tying up his hair, he left the room.
-What are you doing 'Kura?-
-Escaping.-
-In that outfit?-
-What better way to get by the guards?-
Walking slowly, and professionally through the hallways, Bakura felt a tinge in his chest, the millennium ring was pointing to a cell.
'What the…'
Going up to the room, he realized the door plate said 'Ishtar' on it. Smirking, Bakura opened the door.
'Malik Ishtar.' He said, trying to look at the Egyptian.
"What?!" The tanned man spat.
"I order you to undress and follow me."
"Oh as if. Piss off. Stupid guard."
"If you want to get out of here, you will do as your supreme orders you." Bakura looked up, his eyes gleaming in the light, Malik smirked.
"What the fuck are you doing here Bakura?"
"Petty crimes. Do you want to get out?"
"Sure."
"Then move your damn skinny ass."
In an attempt to not look suspicious, Bakura handcuffed Malik's hands behind his back, and made him walk one step ahead.
"Any idea how to get out?"
"Not a clue…" Malik laughed, Bakura never was one for directions.
After around an hour of pointless wondering, Bakura finally realized he had a small, laminated map on the back of the 'Temporary Guard Swipe Card.' deciding not to tell Malik, he followed the map, leading them into some sort of foyer.
"Do we know where we are now, Bakura?"
"I knew all along."
"We passed my cell 8 times."
"It was exercise."
"Yeah, don't think I didn't notice you looking at that card."
"It's just a card."
"Let me see it."
"No, it's just a card!"
"So why so protective?"
"Because you're making problems over a card!"
"Because you're reacting about the card!"
"Shut up or you will be staying here."
Malik rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Bakura; the albino really was a pain.
"So, almighty Bakura, how are we going to escape, in case you haven't noticed, we are miles away from any sort of land…"
"How did we get here?"
"Flew…"
"In?"
"Helicopter."
"That sounds like fun…do you have the rod with you?"
"When don't I?"
"Good point…you are a possessive moron. So, what times the next flight?"
"Prisoners come here every day at 6 or something daft like that."
"Great! It's…what time is it?"
"Almost 5."
"How the hell do you know that?" Malik laughed and pointed to a large steal clock above the foyer desk.
"Oh, ok. Well, here's what's going to happen, I am going to un-cuff one of your hands, you are going to hide, with me, behind this desk, when the guards come with the prisoners, you use mind crush, make them go all…yeah…and then we run onto the helicopter and I drive us away to safety!"
"Great plan. One problem."
"No, no problems, I never make mistakes…what's the problem?"
"You have no experience with helicopters, and I think I should get to drive, you got to dress up."
"Malik, Mokuba can drive a helicopter, he's like 5, so it can't be hard. I am driving."
"He's 12."
"Whatever. Dibs on driving!"
With that Bakura laughed manically and pulled an unsuspecting Malik over the desk to hide behind it, after a very long hour, they finally heard the sound of the helicopter, and both men grinned evilly.