Reecey-Boy: Well it's that time again! We have successfully written a new chapter.

Wufie-the-backside-slayer: This is really funny

Reecey-Girl: Who are you?

Reecey-Boy: That's Jess

Reecey-Girl: Oh, carry on then

Reecey-Boy: .:sweatdrops:. Could you do the honours?

Wufie-the-backside-slayer: These two do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, because if they did you wouldn't be able to show it before the watershed.

Reecey-Boy: Oh, one more thing before we start. There will be yaoi in this from now on. If you don't like, don't read. We may need to up the rating later on. To the story!

Another Day at Kaiba Corp.

Chapter Two: The PR department

"And I assure you, that blood curdling scream heard in the business sector had nothing to do with Kaiba corp."

The flashing of the cameras continued and a few journalists wrote down the Kaiba Corp. representative's words.

"But Mr. Bakura, what about these reports we have about people entering the Employee Care department of the organisation and never returning?" asked a particularly intrepid reporter.

"Nothing but baseless rumours," declared the white haired man, "now, are there any other questions before we end the press conference?"

Suddenly, one of the camera-men collapsed. The laptop that had just landed on him had nothing to do with it, really!

A head poked out of a window fifty floors up, "oh… HEADS UP!"

The assembled reporters looked blankly at the representative.

"This press conference is over!" exclaimed the harassed man.

He hurried back into the building pulling off his tie and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt (AN: this is purely for my benefit), strolling into the lift and thinking only of how pissed off he was at his yami.

As the lift rose to the thirty second floor, several fan girls and boys entered and exited the lift. Ryou nearly slipped on the drool when he proceeded to his office.

The glass doors slid open to reveal the PR department, which as ever, thanks to our favourite white haired yami, was a scene of complete chaos. Ryou sighed and walked to his desk. He sat and listened to his colleagues do their jobs.

"No sir, Kaiba Corp. is not in league with the alien hordes. We are business with the demonic ones."

"I assure you, despite the fact that you have proof that he has been seen in gay clubs dancing around in a tutu singing 'YMCA', Seto Kaiba is not gay. And if you insinuate any further that he is, we will be setting the entire legal team on your organisation."

"Please do not confuse Ryou Bakura with," the young woman at the desk opposite stopped talking and looked at Ryou.

"What is Bakura's first name?"

"Bakura is his first name."

"Then what's his last name?" Ryou looked blank for a moment before shrugging.

She sighed before continuing her phone conversation, "Bakura, no I don't know what his last name is. I don't think he even he has one."

"I told you, for the last time, we do not want double glazing!"

"I'm wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt and a tie with Donald Duck on, why do you ask?"

Ryou's phone rang.

Over the line came Kaiba's voice.

"I heard about the press conference." Ryou gulped. "I want your opinion on what happened."

Ryou blinked for a moment, he remembered that Kaiba had the ultimate power to send people to Anzu and, therefore, was to be more feared than the monster herself.

"It didn't go quite as planned," he squeaked. He could almost hear the glare he was sure his employer was wearing at that moment.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again, get that yami of yours under control," stated Kaiba in a voice suggesting dark rooms and friendship speeches.

Again, Ryou swallowed (AN: not like that! If you weren't thinking it, you are now! .), "What made you think Bakura had anything to do with it?" he warbled cautiously.

"Please," sneered Kaiba over the phone, "this mess has Bakura written all over it. In fact," he continued, "that laptop had Bakura written all over it."

Ryou threw his mind back to Bakura's laptop, it had tipp-ex on the screen and there was writing over the tipp-ex. He winced, he loved the crazy thief to death but it didn't stop him from being an idiot.

"Yes Sir, I'll talk to him about it right now."

"Good," replied Kaiba putting the phone down.

Ryou looked at the receiver in his hand and said in a hurt sounding voice, "does nobody say goodbye anymore?"

A short time later…

"Look, Bakura, you have to stop throwing things out of fiftieth storey windows! They keep landing on people and it's giving the company a bad name!"

Bakura looked amused, "Why should I stop? It's so much fun."

Ryou's left eye twitched.

"That's it! No more sex for a month!" he yelled.

Bakura looked momentarily stunned before putting on a puppy dog look learned from none other than Mokuba Kaiba. Ryou's resolve faltered instantly.

"Okay, two weeks then." The look continued. "Three hours."

Bakura's bottom lip trembled.

"Alright then, now," said the hikari as he dragged his dark to the stationary cupboard. Bakura just smiled manically.

:End Chapter:

Join us next time as we enter the strange and dangerous world of the cafeteria.

Reecey-Girl: Well that was fun. I can guarantee a lot more slapstick next time.

Kaiba: How dare you insinuate that I'm gay.

.:Reecey-Boy and Reecey-Girl look at each other:.

Reecey-Girl: Because it's so obvious? But we love you anyway!

.:Kaiba gets glomped:.

Wufie-the-backside-slayer: .:sweatdrops:. I worry about those two sometimes… Anyway! Review or else? Seriously, can't you two come up with anything better than that?