An: It took me a long time to get this chapter written even though it is a short one. I am running out of ideas!
Bakura: She still owns nothing!
Bakura walked out of the bathroom with slightly wet hair and a towel around his waist. Ryou had walked out of his room at the same time. Ryou was already dressed. He was wearing his usual blue and white striped shirt with jeans and a light blue jacket.
To Bakura, Ryou looked like a white haired angle. To Ryou, Bakura looked like a white haired god. This was the first day that both of them could be happy together.
"So what are we going to do today?" Ryou asked.
Bakura thought for a minuet. "How about we go out for ice-cream." He suggested.
"That sounds good to me." Ryou said walking down the stairs. Bakura walked into his room to finish getting dressed.
When he was done he meet Ryou in the living room.
"Ready?" Ryou asked.
"Yup. Let's go." Bakura answered and opened the door for Ryou.
"Thank you." Ryou said politely as he walked through the door.
Bakura grabbed the keys from a little shelf by the door. Locking the door behind him, he walked behind Ryou to the car.
With Bakura on the driver seat and Ryou in the passenger seat, they took off to the ice-cream parlor.
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When they got to their destination, they saw a familiar car parked outside it.
"Do you think it's them?" Ryou asked.
Bakura shrugged his shoulders praying to the gods it wasn't who he thought it was.
Bakura walked across the street with his arm wrapped around Ryou's waist. Bakura opened the door, again for Ryou. As they walked in, they saw exactly who they didn't want to see.
ok so this might be the last one for today. it depends on if i can come up with anything before i go to bed. feel free to help out. please review.