"Bakura!" Ryou's voice rang through the house, and the older whittete's head popped out of his room to glare angrily at his brother. "Make sure to put on tons of sunscreen," Ryou commanded, before pressing a plastic bottle into Bakura's hand.

Groaning, Bakura complied before slipping back into his room. While his pale skin was a benefit at times, he really quite hated it at others. Like now, the fact that he had to put on sunscreen before bed, when he woke up, on the way to the camping ground, when they got out of the car, and even then he still had to put it on periodically throughout the day.(1)

Lathering the lotion into his skin, he quickly returned it to Ryou, who was busy going through bags and making sure they had absolutley everything.

"Ryou, would you quit spazzing?" Bakura grumbled, as Ryou took the sunscreen bottle from him. "There's a fuckin' Wal-Mart down the stupid street. We're not even real camping."

Ryou gasped slightly, before rocking up on his toes and glaring defiantly up at Bakura. "It's as real as we're going to get! And I'll have you know that there are spiders and snakes and all manner of scary things in the woods!" Ryou shuddered slightly. "And those bathrooms. . ."

Bakura rolled his eyes, before shoving his hands in his pockets. "Whatever," Bakura snorted, before looking up to the ceiling. "I wonder how are little Psycho and Princess are going to do?" Bakura cackled at the thought of Marik having to, as Ryou would put it, 'rough it' in the woods.

Bakura himself was sure this wasn't real camping though, no matter how much Ryou tried to persuade him otherwise. There was a large building for the bathrooms, and campsites were set randomly along a road that ran through the woods. The center of each campsite was stone, so as to set up things easily, with a little dirt area surrounding it and the woods where you could pitch up tents. There was the Wal-Mart Bakura had mentioned, not to mention that there was a small convenience store of types located on the camp premises. There was also a pool somewhere as well.

On top of all that, Ryou brought one of those portable kitchen things that you could set up. Ryou had decided, however, that they would try to stick to more traditional camping foods, and that even though there were plugs located there, they would have no electronics outside of phones.

"This is the most girliest camping ever," Bakura grumbled to himself, before heading off to bed. Ryou made an irritated noise, before going back to rummaging through the bags and coolers with his checklist.

-(-o-)-

"Do you have all your stuff packed?" Marik questioned, before looking at the bag that he and Melvin had decided to share. They only had one bag that was big enough, but they managed to cram a week's worth of clothing in there.

"Yeah," Melvin grunted, before tossing a brush into the bag. He zipped up the bag, before moving it towards the door. "Ryou said they got all the bath stuff and food, right, faggot?"

"Yes," Marik replied in a tired voice, before flicking hair from his face. "All right then. Ryou said he and Bakura'll be by at around eight tomorrow morining to pick us up, so let's try to get some sleep. . . And be greatful when we're on the trip!" Marik ordered, narrowing his eyes at Melvin. "Ryou's paying for us to come along."

"Oh, I'll be plenty nice to the creampuff," Melvin grinned, and Marik felt his lip curl up slightly in disgust. Melvin just shot him an annoyed look, though, before going to his room. Marik paused, though, before looking back at Melvin.

"Wait a minute. . . How're they going to pick us up?" Marik asked, and Melvin gave him a wierd look.

"What do you mean?"

"They're only sixteen. . . They're not allowed to drive with all of us in the car, even if they did have their licenses."

Melvin frowned, before stroking his chin slightly. "Good point, Princess. I suppose I'll ask them." With that, the spiky haired Ishtar whipped out his phone and began texting Ryou. Marik sat in awkward silence, and tried to ignore the grins that Melvin kept giving his phone.

"Ryou says they're getting an uncle to drive them," Melvin replied, before snapping his phone closed. Marik sighed.

"All right then," Marik said, before heading to his bedroom. "Good night, Melvin."

"Whatever."

-(-o-)-

Bakura pounded on the door to the Ishtar household impatiently, before he saw the door finally open. He was greeted with a bleary eyed Marik, who was wearing short-shorts and a tank-top.

"What izzit?" Marik questioned, blinking slowly before finally noticing that an annoyed Bakura was at the door.

"Oh, did you conveniently forget that we were going camping today, you absolute moron?" Bakura growled, before letting his eyes wander over Marik's exposed body. The blonde didn't seem to notice, though, and instead just turned his back on Bakura.

"All right, all right. I'm off to get dressed," the blonde grumbled, before making his way back to his room. He chose a black tank-top and khaki shorts, before tugging on some boots. He saw that Bakura's pounding had thankfully awoken Melvin, and that his brother was dressed in an almost identical way to him.

Staggering to the door, Melvin grabbed the bag before trudging outside, not even muttering a good morning to Bakura. Marik, however, was a little bit more polite, and at least greeted the albino before shutting the house door behind him.

"Aren't you going to lock it?" Bakura questioned, eyeing the house. Marik gave him an exasperated look.

"What's in there to steal, exactly?"

"Touche."

"Hurry up Baku-boy~!" A voice chanted from the car, just as a loud, obnoxious giggling noise filled the air. Bakura winced, before growling.

"That's the horn for his car, by the way," Bakura grumbled, before heading towards the car. Marik blinked, before following after his friend. They both slid into the backseat, and saw that Ryou was sitting up front next to a man with long, silver hair and a cheerful face. He was dressed in a nice red suit that looked nice, which Marik thought was wierd considering that the inside of the car was decorated with some type of cartoon bunny.

"Oh my~!" The silver haired man cried, looking in the mirror to Marik. He started driving down the road, then, before repeating the phrase once more. "Such a lovely little girl you have there, Baku-boy!"

"I'm not a girl!" Marik snapped angrily. The man blinked for a moment, before laughing softly.

"Oh really, dear?"

"Oh no, Uncle Pegasus," Bakura smirked, before slipping a hand up Marik's shirt. Marik shuddered slightly as he felt Bakura's hand massaging his chest while showing it to Pegasus all the while. "He's all man."

"Touzouku," Melvin growled a warning, and Marik looked beside him to see his ferocious brother glaring down at them. Great, Marik thought bitterly. I'm in a Psycho-sandwhich.

"Now, now, boys, behave," Pegasus trilled, before throwing a wink back to Bakura. The albino just smirked, before looking at Marik again.

"Oh, Marik, I need to put on sunscreen lotion and I was wondering if you could be a dear and help me," Bakura purred, before extracting the bottle from beside him. Marik stared at it, and all of a sudden his mind flashed back to some of the graphic novels he'd read, where a boy pulled out a bottle and. . .

Feeling his face heating up, Marik quickly began to splutter arguments.

"There's nothing wrong with helping out a friend, is there?" Bakura questioned, smirking as he watched Marik flounder. "After all, what's wrong with friends helping each other?" Bakura wagged the bottle in front of Marik again, before it was snatched up by Melvin.

Lavender eyes narrowed as the older Ishtar glared down at Bakura.

"At the next rest stop, I'll help you, Bakura," Melvin growled, baring his teeth. Bakura muttered mutinously, before grabbing the bottle back.

"I'll bloody do it myself then," Bakura growled, before shoving the bottle to the side again. Marik felt even more confused then ever, but wisely kept his mouth shut. He could see Pegasus up front laughing quietly, and Ryou was looking uncomfortable.

"Marik, Melvin. . . D-Do either of you need any sunscreen?" Ryou asked quietly, before shifting in his seat a little.

Marik's eyebrow rose a little, as he studied Ryou. "No, Ryou, we don't," the blonde replied, and Ryou flushed a little.

"O-Of course . . ."

"Almost there, boys!" Pegasus announced cheerfully, and Marik let out a sigh of relief as the rolling hills and buildings gave way to thick woods.

-(-o-)-

"All right then!" Ryou announced cheerfully as he hopped out of Pegasus's car. They had stopped before campsite eight, and Ryou was incredibly pleased that they were near one of the bathrooms.

Bakura and Marik slid out of the back seat, as Melvin got out the opposite side and made his way over to Ryou's side.

"Let's set up the tent!" Ryou giggled, before hurrying to the car where Pegasus was pulling their things from the enormous trunk of his scarlet car. Melvin went to help Ryou get the tent, while Marik and Bakura walked the perimiter of the campsite, trying to find a place good enough for

"How about here?" Bakura questioned, pointing to a spot.

"No," Marik replied. "There's a rock."

"You're right. . . When I'm going down on you I want you to be comfortable," Bakura smirked, before recieving a vicious smack on the shoulder from Marik.

"Behave yourself, at least for a little bit," Marik grumbled. "Jeez, you're friggn' hornier then a three balled cat." Bakura snorted with laughter, but Marik just ignored him before walking towards an area where there didn't appear to be any rocks. "Right here would be good."

"Yes, just perfect for devious acts," Bakura chuckled, before getting a glare from Marik. The blonde called over his brother and Ryou, who were conversing while holding the tent.

Ryou hurried over with Melvin behind him, before setting all the tent materials down. Pegasus bid them farewell now that everything was out of the car, before driving off.

Ryou sighed, before pulling his hair back into a sloppy ponytail and began setting up the tent. Marik and Melvin tried to help, but they had no experience whatsoever with setting up tents. Especially not a big one like Ryou had chosen.

The two Touzouku's did the majority of the work. Or, to be more specific, Ryou did. Bakura was to busy trying to prod Marik with the poles. That resulted in Marik grabbing a pole of his own and jabbing at Bakura, before a full blow war began.

It was ended upbruptly when Ryou looked to Melvin. The spiky-haired boy quickly nodded, before grabbing the hammer used for the stakes. He chased down Bakura and Marik, dealt them each a blow, before returning the weapon back to Ryou.

After that, pitching the tent went much faster, and quieter.

Ryou leaned back on his heels once it was done, and smiled happily at all of them.

"Let's get all the sleeping bags in here, okay, and everyone can choose their spots."

Marik and Melvin both looked taken aback, before looking guiltily at Ryou. "Ryou," Marik said timidly, "we kind of didn't bring any. . ." The blonde coughed, and Melvin for once looked slightly subdued. Marik was phrasing it the nice way. The more appropriate way was that they couldn't exactly go out and buy one, due to having no money. And all of their blankets were holed up and disgusting, and wouldn't have done much good anyways.

Ryou frowned slightly, but Bakura piped up first while circling his arm around Marik's waist.

"You could always share mine," Bakura smirked, before leaning in and nuzzling Marik's neck. The tanned boy flushed, before glaring at his friend. Melvin made an irritated noise, before pulling Marik away from Bakura.

"How about the Ishtars share a sleeping bag, and Bakura and I share one?" Ryou offered up, and Melvin gave a stiff nod. Marik frowned as he looked up at Melvin. Ryou just ignored this, and hurried off to the sleeping bags. He grabbed them up, and deposited them inside the tent.

"I'm going to set up the kitchen," Ryou said, "so all of you get the clothes and everything else set up in the tent. After dinner we can go shower up at the bathhouse, all right?" Ryou didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he just headed off to where the equipment was.

"The kitchen?" Marik and Melvin questioned at the same time, looking questioningly at Bakura. The albino groaned, before rolling his eyes and moving to obey his brother's commands. Marik and Melvin followed in his wake.

"Ryou brings a portable kitchen when camping. It has a sink, pots, pans, silverware and hooks to hang it all on. He's also got this big tarp he'll put over it to keep bugs out and everything," Bakura grumbled, before throwing the bags in the tent.

Marik laughed, before looking over to Ryou. "Interesting," the blonde mused, before heading over to one of the benches that sat around the small little area for fires. Bakura plopped down next to him, and Melvin sat on the otherside.

"To be quite honest, I'm surprised you're not freaking out princess," Bakura smirked, looking at Marik. The blonde glared at him.

"I'm not as much of a bitch as you and Melvin seem to think I am."

"The way you phrased that stands to reason that you are at least a small amount of a bitch then, yes?"

"Dammit Bakura!" Marik growled, before Ryou interrupted.

"Dinner's ready," the whittete smiled, before putting food onto the plates. Marik saw that the boy had made hotdogs and was setting a bag of chips down to the side. "I'm sorry I couldn't make real food but. . ." Ryou bit his lip, "I figured it might help the experience if we ate like this. . ."

"Shouldn't we have roasted hotdogs over the fire then?" Bakura drawled, before biting into his hotdog with ravenous hunger. Marik and Melvin just stared down at their plates and watched as Ryou and Bakura ate the dogs.

Ryou paused, though, and looked at the Ishtars. "What's wrong?" Ryou asked, watching them nervously.

"Nothing!" Marik replied, before picking up the hotdog and staring at it. He'd already eaten spaghetti after all, hadn't he? And while he had felt immensly guilty about that. . . Surely he could do this for Ryou?

Bakura studied the boy, before snapping his fingers. He looked at Ryou, before grinning. "And you've known him for how long, Ryou?"

Ryou felt his face flush as he looked at his brother with cofusion.

"They're vegitarians, Ryou," Bakura replied, before plucking the hotdog from Marik's fingers. Marik let out a relieved sigh, before shooting a greatful look at the smirking Touzouku. Melvin stayed quiet, and watched Ryou apprehinsivly.

"Oh my gosh!" Ryou cried, dropping his hotdog to his plate and sending the whole thing toppling to the ground. Marik blinked, and Melvin made an annoyed sound. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I should've asked! Is there anything I can make that you would-"

"Ryou," Melvin interrupted, and both Bakura and Marik blinked in surprise. The spiky haired teen held up a hand to the hyperventilating creampuff that looked ready to go out of his mind. "Calm the hell down. And anyways, we can eat chips. Don't be such a spazz." With that Melvin shifted his plate into Ryou's lap. "There, eat mine since you dropped yours. . . Dumbass creampuff," Melvin grumbled.

Marik smiled slightly, while Bakura looked irritated.

"Thank-you, Melvin," Ryou whispered, before handing him the chip bag. Much to Bakura's annoyance, Ryou continued to stare at Melvin all through dinner, before excusing himself to the showers.

Melvin went into the tent to get some clothes, while Marik and Bakura just sat around the fire that Melvin had greatfully started.

"Don't be so grumpy all the time," Marik admonished, before poking Bakura lightly. "Learn to relax, honorable Bakura-sama."

Bakura flinched at the words, and his face heated up as memories poured in from when he'd used Marik's body. . .

"Whatever," Bakura growled, before hopping up. "Let's go to the showers."

"Of course," Marik replied, before following after the albino.

-(-o-)-

-Sigh-. . . The filler chapters. . . They annoy me so. But oh well.

(1)- I speak for experience from this, because I'm really pale, and you do have to do this. Actually, it's better to put on more then that, but whatever.

And, that is how the camping grounds are where live. It's quite the shame really. My grandma really does have one of those portable kitchen things. . . It's kind of wierd. It has a friggn' sink! Everytime she pulls that thing out, I'm like "WTF?" xD

Ah well, please review and all that junk!

Seeya!