Author's Notes!

Star: Hehe, here's another chapter!

Red: That you didn't help with... Left me and Stitches all alone...

Star: I'm so sorry, Crimsy-chan! TT-TT

Stitches: ... Wow. Alright, now Red's gonna reply to some reviews.

"me"- I'm glad I made you laugh ^-^

"MagicalPinata" - Yush. Olive Garden breadsticks are also very much win xD

Psh, every review counts to me! Nothing is just babble... Okay, I take that back, some stuff could be babble, but none so far! I'm American, too, but I have British lapses. No kidding. When I get mad, it sounds like I'm yelling at someone in a British accent... It's weird O-O ... Anyway... My luffly co-writers and I decided to make him sing Lady Gaga. We thought it'd be funny. And OF COURSE! All bishies are better naked! xD

She was playing Sonic :) Oh, my account was only for reviews for the longest time until I got the guts to post something. I'm just the kind of person that likes replying to EVERY review, so that's the only reason I complain. I know I shouldn't so lalala~!

TALKING TO PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW IS VERY MUCH WIN. SO IS A BAKURA SHIRT. Peace out!

Star: ... Disclaimer time?

Sttiches: *nods* Disclaimer time.

Red: I don't own anything except for the plotline... Somewhat.

Star: O.o that was short.

Red: Meh, I'm lazy...

"Well this is just fucking great!" Bakura threw his hands into the air. He pointed a Malik. "I bet you caused this somehow!" Malik looked at him incredulously.

"Me? I'm sure it was you who got us into this! You're the one who stil avidly kills people!"

"So it landed us in a dark room where we're told to fuck eachother?"

"Yes, that is my point," Malik said, crossing his arms. The pale teen growled at him.

"And how does this relate to any-" he was interrupted by a small whimper. Their heads turned towards a corner of the dark, dingy room to see a small form quivering there. They peered closer to see Ryou shaking and looking up at them with wide eyes.

"W-we're gonna d-die in here, aren't w-we?" Bakura rolled his eyes while Malik contemplated.

"I suppose we might," the tan teen said. This did nothing for Ryou who just continued to whimper and cower further into the corner. Bakura hit Malik in the back of the head in a way that could only be described as a Gibbs' slap.

"Dumbass! You just made it worse!" Bakura hit Malik again.

"HEY! Stop hitting me!"

"Or you'll do what?"

"I'll... I'll..." the Egyptian looked around. "I'LL TELL MY YAMI!" Unbeknownst to Malik, he had been back further and further away from Bakura... and closer to a certain lump on the floor. "And then he'll- WHAT IN THE NAME OF RA?" The teen feel backwards over Marik, who was violently awoken from his slumber.

"WHAT THE HELL?" The larger Egyptian sat bolt upright, groggily looking around. "What was that?" His hikari smiled sheepishly on the ground next to him.

"Heh... Sorry?" Bakura burst out into a fit of laughter, causing his only cover, a thin towel around the waist, to fall to the ground. In an epic slow-motion sequence, no less. The fabric fluttered and flopped, flourishing flawlessly to the floor. The two Egyptian's eyes followed the towel, while Ryou turned bright red and hid his face in his hands. The boy's ever-oblivious yami continued his cackling, completely unaware of his uncovered co- (Star: STOP RIGHT THERE. Bad! Bad author! Quit trying to be poetic and move on!

Author: ... Fine...)

Finally, the pale yami noticed the tan boys staring at him. He wiped a tear from his eye.

"W-what? Take a picture, it'll last longer." Marik smirked, pointing to the boy's exposed crotch.

"If I had a camera, don't you think I'd have enough blackmail to last me the rest of your life by now?" he asked sardonically. Bakura finally noticed. With a bright blush, he quickly bent down and picked up the towel, covering himself. He looked at Ryou, who was still covering his face.

"Ryou, it's okay, you can look now," Bakura said as he rolled his eyes. The small, pale boy looked up again, blush still dusting his cheeks at seeing his yami fully exposed. Sure, they had shared a body for quite sometime, but that didn't make it any less awkard when you saw another guy's... thing... Right?

"Hehe~ They're making a bit of progress, Master Red~!" Star bounced happily in place at the thought of some nice fluff. Stitches seemed a bit ticked off.

"If these guys don't fuck eachother soon, I'm going to be very angry. You won't like me-"

"Please, Stitches, no lame movie jokes. Especially overused ones. And anyway, they shall screw eachother very soon. Their sex will make so many people nosebleed, the world will be flooded with blood and we-" Red was interrupted.

"But, Master Red, people's noses don't really bleed when they see something hot," Star said innocently.

"FOOL. I know that! I was... I was... I don't know what I was doing!" Red crossed her arms and crossed her knees in annoyance. "Now I've lost my point. Thanks a bunch..."

"You're welcome!"

"Shut up Star."

"You should be quiet, too, Stitches... Crimsy-chan is angwy~!" Red rounded on Star.

"HOW ANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT?" The star-masked girl started counting on her fingers. Red facepalmed. "That was rhetorical."

"... Oh."

The four teens decided to examine their surroundings. Well... Three of them did. Ryou was still cowering in the corner, rocking back and forth saying, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." over and over again. Marik glanced back at him and growled in annoyance.

"Bakura, can you do something to shut that brat of yours up?"

"Hey! It's not my fault! And he's not a brat," replied Bakura with a growl.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"Well, you better do something about him before I do!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"RYOU! Shut UP!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"Bakura!" Marik growled. "You have ten seconds before I rip his tongue out of his mouth!" Malik snickered from the corner he was currently exploring. Ryou began to cry, his words slurring with the tears. Suddenly the monitor at the front of the room came on. The girl with the star mask was frantically jumping up and down in front of it.

"Ry-chan, don't cry! All you gotta do is have some hot, sexy, man-sex then you can get out! Just don't cry anymo-" The screen was abruptly shut off. Needless to say, this did not stop Ryou from crying. If anything, he cried even more. Everyone else in the room groaned. Marik gave Bakura a deadly look.

"Bakura..." he growled threateningly.

"FINE," Bakura yelled at the other yami. With a sigh, he sat down beside his hikari, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Come on Ryou, calm down..." The smaller boy continued his antics. "Ryou, please, shh..." Nothing changed. "RA DAMMIT, RYOU, IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'LL-" Bakura abruptly stopped as he caught himself. Yelling probably wouldn't help very much...

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" He began shouting it louder and louder. His yami knew that he had to take drastic measures, but what...?

Perfect.

"Shh, Ryou, it'll be alright," Bakura soothed, taking the boy into his lap. With much struggle, Bakura managed to keep his frustration out of his voice. Ryou clutched onto his yami's waist, sobbing into his shoulder. Marik smirked at Bakura and started laughing. The white-haired yami just glared and mouthed, "You want him to be quiet, don't you?" He began slowly rocking back and forth, trying to soothe the boy. He patted the boy's back and whispered soothing words.

Finally, after about half-an-hour, Ryou was completely quiet and still. Bakura looked down at him and found that he was sleeping. Making a face, he attempted to push the smaller boy off of him to no avail. Ryou's arms were clamped firmly around Bakura's waist. With a slight blush, he gave up, dropping his arms to his sides.

"Kura and Ryou, sittin' in a tree~!" Malik sang, prancing about. Another glare from Bakura. He seemed to be on a glaring roll today.

"Shut the fuck up, Sparkles."

"... Sparkles?"

"On account of how much gold you wear," Bakura stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought it was pretty clever."

"Uh... Huh..." Malik sat down next to his yami, who had been sitting and examining a piece of the floor in front of him. With a yawn, Malik layed his head on Marik's shoulder. Marik jumped and looked at his hikari before turning back to the floor. Bakura raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

All was calm and serene as the sat in silence. Peace descended over all of-

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" screamed Marik, causing Malik to fall away from him. Gas of some sort started pouring into the room. In their surprise, they didn't think to try and not breathe it. So, into their lungs and through to their brains it went. The last thing Bakura did before passing out was grip onto Ryou protectively. Marik just screamed obsceneties at the incoming gas.

Stitches: So, how did you like it? Funniest part? Favorite part? Leave a comment. We love looking at them!

Red: I LOVE YOU, REVIEWERS! :D ... Oh, and I see that some people from Singapore view my story. So, shout out to them and the AMAZING Singapore dub. It has a cowboy Ryou, and a surfer-stoner dude Yami Yuugi. :D

Star: :D We really hope you liked it!

Red: Oh, and there might POSSIBLY be a lemon next chapter. But not with any of these boys. Anyone up for a Puzzleshipping lemon? ^-^

Stitches: ... Wow.

Red: ALSO! Coming next chapter: Introduction to a new character! Who is the mysterious Shuffle in Sector Six?

Stitches: ... You sound like an advertiser.

Red: YUSH. MWAHAHAHAHA!