Hey all! I'm back!

Minion: Finally.

Yea, I kinda dropped off the face of the earth…sorry about that. Heh. Lots and lots of stuff's been going on.

Minion: Lies.

Shut up! Anyway, here's the third chapter. I hope you enjoy. Read and Review!

Disclaimer: Don't own. I wish I had a Bakura to lock in my closet though T.T

Amalia and Bakura walked over towards Cleo, whom was still bent over gathering her things. "Alright Lia," she said, not turning around yet, "classes don't start for another three days, so we have time to…" she stopped dead in her sentence when she straightened up and saw not her best friend, but the pale haired man from before. "What are you doing here?" she spat venomously.

"Oh, uhm, Cleo…" Amalia spoke up timidly, "This is Bakura. He invited us to go out to eat with his friends!"

Cleo sat for a moment, dumbfounded. It was then when she noticed the mans arm around her petite friends waist. Raising her eyebrow delicately, she turned to her friend. "Lia…" she said softly, "Can I have a word?"

"Sure," the blonde girl blinked and took a few steps away from Bakura, and followed Cleo to an abandoned corner.

"Amalia," Cleo started with a sweet tone, "Listen, love. I know you're not stupid…but did you already FORGET what just happened between us and that man?!"

"Of course not, Cleo," Amalia stated, "But I'm sure they were just playing. He saved me from breaking my ankle!"

Cleo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Lia, look, I don't think-"
"Pleeeease?" Amalia cut her off, "Cleo, give 'em a chance at least! They're our neighbors!" The older didn't seem amused. With one last try, Amalia continued, "Let's try and make the best out of a bad situation at least?"

Cleo thought for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. Finally, she sighed, "Fine."

Amalia jumped and hugged her friend tightly, "You won't regret it, Cleo!"

Yet, the other had a feeling she would.

She had to admit, lunch with the boys really wasn't that bad, although it wasn't that great either. Although at least they all knew each others names now.

Amalia sat near Cleo and Bakura, who was leaning back against the large tree they were all under. He spoke smoothly and with charm, and Cleo didn't believe one word of it.

Then there was Ryou, the polar opposite of Bakura. The two looked exactly alike, with only acute differences. This boy laid flat on the grass, a book in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He spoke softly and didn't seem to get in others way. She didn't mind that.

Then, there were the other two, Malik and Ishtar - or, how she was beginning to grow fondly to calling them, dumb and dumber. Malik seemed dopey, and was innocent enough, texting away dumbly on his trendy phone every waking minute. The other seemed much darker, but not too different. Her first impression of him remained the same – lecherous pig.

She sighed and took another bite of her apple, chewing mechanically and staring off into the distant land. The campus was absolutely gorgeous, and she had a feeling that she'd be able to get some nice shots done here.

"So, what do you do in your spare time?" Bakura asked, rather lamely in Cleo's opinion, but his false charm seemed to be working on her all-to trusting friend.

"Lots of stuff!" Amalia started, "It just depends on what's going on."

"Oh?" the albino stated, "Like?"

The girl chewed her lip in thought for a moment, "Drawing is fun, but that's more of Cleo's thing. Uhm…I like music! But I'm not to great…Sewing is good, too! I make costumes and Cleo takes pictures for her portfolios, and that's fun. Oh, and acting!"

Ryou perked up at hearing this, "Acting?" he asked, "What kind?"

"Oh, all kinds!" Amalia turned to him now, and Cleo smirked at the annoyance in Bakura's eyes that the attention was now away from him. "My last big part was Ophelia, and that had a more modern twist on it. But, I did a black box production of 'The Seagull' where I was Nina."

A smile so pure that even Cleo couldn't deny it broke out over Ryou's face, "Really? I think you're a perfect Nina."

Amalia grinned, "You're into Checov!? Wow, what else!"

Before Ryou could even open his mouth, Bakura has interjected. "Actually, I'd like to hear more about this modeling."

The girls' short attention span kicked in, as she switched from one boy to the next. "I wouldn't really call it modeling," she started, "it's more like just messing around."

And that was how the remainder of the luncheon was spent. Both boys battling for the girls attention while the three others sat in near silence – the one entertaining part of it all was when Ishtar threw Malik's phone at a passing jogger, muttering curses about the irritating beeps it would randomly admit. Even Cleo laughed as he chased after it.

Back in the dorm, the blonde was still giggly from the meeting. "See?" she stated, "Wasn't that fun?"

"Regular party," was all the sarcastic beauty said as she wandered off to the bedroom.

Amalia followed, "C'mon, Cleo," she said, "It wasn't that bad."

"You were the one being fought over," Cleo laughed, "Of course you're gonna say that!"

The blonde blinked, "Fought over?" she sat on the bed, "What do you mean?"

The other shook her head, "Never mind. Well, we should go to town tonight. The sooner we can find jobs, the better."

Amalia nodded, "Right! Just lemme go change!"

Cleo giggled as her friend struggled to take the ridiculous stilettos she'd been wearing off, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

The two male 'hikari's' were sitting in their room, Ryou setting up his things and Malik trying to fix his phone, which Ishtar had expertly translated into French.

"What an asshole," Malik muttered as he randomly pressed buttons.

"He must've really gotten irritated," Ryou said with a small smile.

"Apparently…" but before he could finish the sentence, a certain someone stalked into the room and right for the other teen.

Ryou looked up, but before he could say anything was up in the air and smashed against the wall. He coughed, "What the hell, Kura?"

"You know what," the yami snarled. "You probably thought it was pretty cute stealing away the attention, huh?"

Ryou struggled to recall what he was talking about, "Seriously, yami, what-"

"Do me a favor," Bakura cut off, "Find your own doll, okay?" and with that, he released his grasp and walked out of the room.

Ryou rubbed the back of his head, and Malik looked up from his phone for a moment. "What was that all about?"

Finally, Ryou got it. "He must be talking about earlier…" he sighed, "You know how he gets. I just wouldn't worry about it for now. I'm more worried about what he's planning…"

"Are you gonna back off?"

Ryou tumbled this question over a few times in his mind before answering. "No. I don't think I will." He stood up, "I've had enough of him bringing havoc into other peoples lives."

There was a moment of silence, until finally, the only thing Malik could say about his friends heroic idea was, "Your funeral."

Once again, cue our ever beloved friend, the 'anime fall'.

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well, there we go!

Minion: wtf?

Yea…it was kinda cranked out last minute, no true inspiration, but hey. It's not that bad! Just a bit more…comedic?

Minion: if you could call it that.

…yea. Well, review Pleeeease. :D