A/N:Hello everyone! I'm free! I've graduated! It's over! For now. Until I decide to return for my masters degree. Haha! Anyway, onto the chapter. I really hope you like it!
Oh and if you have any songs that you would like to see make an appearance in this chapter, feel free to let me know. You can message them to me or you can leave them as I comment. I cannot promise they will show up in the story, but I will try to work in whatever is requested :)
"We should pick up the game where it left off," Ryou smiled at the rest of us as we walked through the lobby of our hotel in Paris.
"Fuck no," Malik snorted, "If we play again, we start over. The only thing I think we should carry over is Atemu's benefits. He stumped the group so he gets one free wrong guess without losing an article of clothing."
"Let's pick up there up in Yugi and Atemu's room then?" Ryou asked; his silver eyebrow arching in question.
"No thanks, Ryou," Yugi responded shifting Arahas in his grip, "I think we could all use some sleep."
"Yugi's right. You all have a busy day tomorrow. You should get some rest," Seto stated while shoving his bag into Joey's arms. The blonde stumbled for a few moments; attempting to get a better grip on his luggage in addition to Seto's.
"What do we have tomorrow?" Bakura asked.
"I'll tell you that in the morning," Seto snapped. His long slim fingers wrapped around Joey's belt and tugged the blonde in the direction of the elevators.
Bakura growled; his cold espresso orbs narrowing in the direction Seto and Joey had just disappeared. He turned to face Marik and me, "Do either of you feel like having a mini adventure?"
I arched an eyebrow, "What do you have planned?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll come and get you later," Bakura growled through his teeth before taking a surprised Ryou by the arm and leading him away.
"I'm afraid to ask," Yugi giggled.
"Since this is Bakura, I wouldn't bother. Just go with the flow," Malik winked.
\/\/\/
A light knock at the door brought me out of my half unconscious state of being. Yugi was nestled in bed next to me; his head resting against my chest and his small arm clutching my chest. I gently lifted his arm off of me and slid out from underneath him. I pulled my jeans on before going to the door. Bakura and Marik were standing in the hall way. A large yawn emerged from Marik's lips while Bakura tapped his foot impatiently.
"What do you have planned?" I asked silently pulling the door closed.
"Just tell me which room is Seto's and then shut the fuck up," Bakura hissed in a whisper.
"544," I responded, "Why?"
"Come on," Bakura turned towards the direction of Seto's room.
A few seconds later we stood facing a door with a golden plaque that read "Executive Suite: 544."
"Marik, you're up," Bakura stepped aside; making room for the blonde Egyptian. Marik nodded and kneelt in front of the keycard plate. What… are they doing?
Marik reached in his pocket and pulled out a large pocket knife. He wiggled the knife into the small crease. A few seconds later found the metal cover popped off revealing the wires within. They are breaking into Seto's room? But why?
Marik moved away from the keycard reader and nodded at Bakura. A mischievous smirk crossed Bakura's lips as he got to work on the lock. There's no way he's going to be able to lockpick his way into this room…. can he? I watched his nimble fingers glide across the wires; rearranging the wires until we heard the door click. My jaw dropped. He actually did it. He lockpicked his way into the room.
He silently turned the doorknob and glanced at me before opening it, "Find Seto's digital planner and then come back."
Ah, I get it. They could have done this without me, "Why do you need me. You two could have taken his planner without me."
"You know him better than we do. It will be easier for you to find it," Marik smiled.
I blinked, "Okay. I think I know where he usually keeps it. I'll find it." I silently push the door open, the light from the hall casting a slim beam of light into the darkened room.
"Atemu, for the love of Ra, be quiet. Don't wake him up," Bakura hissed in my ear.
"I won't," I snapped back before turning my attention to the door and pushing it open a little bit further. I slid through the small opening breathing a sigh of relief that the door did not creak. Seto would skin us alive if he discovered us sneaking in. I'm honestly not sure what he is going to do when he finds out we are stealing his organizer.
I felt a cool plastic cylinder be shoved into my palm. A glance down revealed a flashlight had been placed in my hand. That will be helpful. I took another step into the room; loud snoring filled the air. I stifled a chuck. That must be Joey. From the few times I have slept in the same room as Seto, I know he doesn't snore. The man is eerily still and silent when he sleeps.
Bakura and Marik followed me into the room. I flipped on the small flashlight and waved it around the edges of the room; searching for where his electronics were plugged in. I located his laptop and cell phone without any difficulty, but where is his planner? I bit my lip and thought of Seto's personality. If I were Seto…well that is a scary thought… but that is beside the point here. If I where Seto, where would I put my planner? Okay. Mindset of an obsessive, organized, control freak of a manager.
"Well?" Bakura whispered from the shadows.
"Shut up, let me think," I hissed.
I would want the fucking device near me, if not on my person at all times. I approach Seto's side of the bed as silently as possible; my bare feet gliding across the carpet. I briefly flash the light across the nightstand next to Seto. Fuck. Not there. I kneel next to the bed and slide my hand under the covers; carefully searching the area around Seto's slim form for the device. Still nothing. My eyes snap over to his pillow. Ra, please tell me he wouldn't put it under his pillow. Knowing my luck, that is exactly where he would put it.
I pull my hand out from underneath the covers and move it towards the pillow. I begin to slide my hand underneath it. I could feel small beads of sweat form on my brow. I know what your thinking. I'm not overreacting. This is Seto. Nothing comes between Seto and his planner.
"Who's there?" I feel a strong grip wrap around my wrist. SHIT!
I felt either Marik or Bakura lean over me. A brief gasp escaped Seto before the grip around my wrist loosened. Did he go back to sleep?
"Nicely done, genius," Bakura hissed into my ear.
"Fuck you, Bakura," I growled in between my teeth, "What did you do?"
"Just a little chloroform," the albino chuckled darkly.
"He's really going to be pissed when he wakes up. You know this right?" I whisper to the dark figure still hovering over me.
"He will think it is just a dream," Bakura drawled out, his voice as dark and smooth as melted dark chocolate. "I believe you were in the process of locating his planner?"
"What about Joey?" I asked.
"Don't worry about Joey. He can sleep through a hurricane," Marik responded.
He's probably right. Joey seems like the type of individual that could almost be trampled by a stampede and still continue to sleep. I shoved my hand under the pillow and smiled as my fingers brushed something slick. I wrap my fingers around the device and pull it out from under the pillow. I lowered it into my lap and flashed the light onto it. Yes! Here it is!
"Got it. Now let's get out of here," I comment while rising to my feet.
"About time," Marik sighed.
"Shut up," I snapped and pushed passed them towards the door.
Once outside, Marik placed the cover back onto the keycard reader. We followed Bakura towards his and Ryou's room. Bakura swiped his keycard through the reader unlocking the door. He shoved the door open and smirked at Ryou. The silver haired doe eyed albino narrowed his eyes at Bakura.
"Please tell me you three didn't actually steal his planner… did you?" Ryou arched a silver eyebrow with his question.
"Yes, we did!" Marik plopped down on the large king size bed.
Bakura rolled his eyes at Marik. He handed the device over to Ryou, "Hack into it."
"Please?" Ryou prompted with a sweet smile.
"Piss off," Bakura snapped at Ryou. He sat in one of the arm chairs and reached into his pocket. He withdrew a large dagger; his long slim pale fingers caressing the cold reflective surface of the blade.
Ryou chuckled, "Close enough." He glanced down at the sleek black device in his palms, "Considering this is Seto, this may take me a while."
"Just do it, Ryou. Stop your bitching," Bakura growled. Ryou shrugged and lowered his head; turning his full attention to the planner.
\/\/\/
A while. Ryou wasn't kidding. It took him two hours to crack Seto's security on the little device. Honestly, I'm surprised he was able to do it at all.
"Well, what do we having going on tomorrow?" Marik asked.
"You mean today? It's well after midnight," Ryou corrected.
Marik's dark lilac orbs traveled around in their sockets, "Fine. What do we have going on later today?"
"A school," Ryou chuckled.
"That's bollocks! Why would we be playing at a school?" it was Bakura's turn to arch his eyebrow.
"Seto likes for us to do things like that. Just like the benefit performance we played. It's good for our image," I answer Bakura's question before turning to Ryou. "What is going on at the school?"
"Senior night," Ryou smiled.
"That school must have a pretty penny to afford us," Marik laughed heartily.
"Possibly. Seto may have also worked out a deal with them since it is a school," Ryou added.
I pursed my lips in thought, "A senior night at a high school hmmm?" My eyes land on Ryou who answered my query with a nod. "I know just the song for that. We've got quite a bit of work to do this morning. I suggest you all get some rest."
"Goodnight, Atemu," Ryou smiled at me.
"Goodnight," I nod to them before taking my leave.
