Bakura's Plan
Disclaimer: Well, if you're here, and you haven't read the first chapter, maybe you should go take a look at it.
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Ryou was living in the lap of luxury. He had Bakura doing all his chores, and he had him doing everything else. Now Bakura cooked, cleaned, and handed Ryou the TV remote on occasion. It had been three days since Ryou's father left home, and Ryou loved every moment of it. Bakura, on the other hand, his face was red as a cherry 24/7. He waited, though, to carry out his plan, until the following day, putting up with Ryou until then.
"Hey, Bakura! I'm going out to meet Yugi, and we're going to the mall. I'll be back at five!" Bakura thought to himself.
"Maybe I won't have to wait until tomorrow, to pull off my act. I'm making stew tonight. All I have to do is talk to "the mouse." He'll give me what I need." Bakura slid out of the apron he was wearing, and he was glad to do it. It said, "Kiss the Cook" on it. He didn't like kissing, period. He put on a leather jacket and jeans up in Ryou's room, borrowing the clothes Ryou never dared to wear in public. After he was done, he left the house, and hopped on Ryou's bicycle. Ryou's dad had taken the car. He knew he looked retarded, wearing a leather jacket, pedaling a bike that was too small for him, but hey. He only had to go a couple of miles.
It was HOT outside. Bakura had begun to regret wearing that shirt. He pulled into an apartment complex, and walked up the stairs to apt. 25D. He knocked, and "the mouse" appeared through the little crack in the door. He opened the door, seeing Bakura, and let him in. The apartment was dark; the only light came from about a dozen candles in the ashen fireplace. The windows had thick drapes on them, and everything was dusty. The Mouse led Bakura to a coffee table next to the fireplace with the candles, and they sat down to discuss business.
"Hey, Malik-" he was cut off.
"I told you to call me "The mouse" Malik whispered in a menacing tone.
"Fine," retorted Bakura. "I know you know the predicament I'm in. I need to find that picture. I need to find it. Do you have what I asked for?" Bakura had explained everything before, and had asked for a truth serum.
"I got something better. Look at this baby." Malik, I mean the "Mouse" had what looked like a mangled coat hanger with a red Christmas light on the end. "It's an "Embarrassing Picture Finder, or EPF. It works. Watch this." He got up, and pulled a picture of himself mooning a car out of his pocket, he hid it, and told Bakura to use the EPF to find it. Bakura grabbed the coat hanger, and started moving around the room. Nothing happened. He was startled when The Mouse yelled something.
"Oh shit! That's the lady's underwear finder! I gave it to my Yami for Christmas, and Isis' undies are mysteriously disappearing. I forgot! Well, I guess you're left with this." He handed a vile with a cork to Bakura, who pocketed it thankfully, now having a reason to leave. It was stifling hot in that room. He turned to go, when Mouse grabbed him by the shoulders, and told him,
"I want half the booty." Bakura ripped out of his grip, and turned around, looking at Mouse like he was a pervert. Mouse suddenly realized how sick he sounded, and replied quickly,
"I meant the spoils, the loot, the shwag, get it?" Bakura still looked at him real funny, so Mouse opened the door for Bakura. The light outside nearly blinded the both of them, so Mouse pushed Bakura out the door, and slammed it. Bakura turned, looked at the door for a minute, and went to leave.
Ryou had come home three hours early, after the Chinese food the two ate made Yugi sick, and he had to be escorted home by Yami. When he arrived home, he realized Bakura wasn't there. He went into the kitchen and saw the "Kiss the Cook" apron on the floor.
"Bakura owes me five dollars" Ryou thought, after making a bet with Bakura he wouldn't wear it a whole day. He practically MADE Bakura wear it, though, after he mentioned the picture. Bakura walked in the door, and saw Ryou standing over the apron. "Shit" he thought to himself. "I'm going to have to borrow five dollars from Mouse's Yami. Unless he went to Vegas and blew it. Again." He looked at Ryou and smiled sweetly. Ryou also saw that Bakura was wearing his leather jacket.
"Give me my jacket!" he yelled at Bakura, that being the first time he ever dared to yell at him. Bakura's smile sank, and he took off the jacket and threw it at Ryou.
"It's too goddamn hot anyways," he snapped back at Ryou, heading to the kitchen to make the stew. When Ryou's back was turned, he brought back the smile, but not the sweet one, but the malicious one he was dying to use.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, what do you think? Please R&R and tell me SOMETHING! I don't care if you flame me. Give me some ideas, plz.
Disclaimer: Well, if you're here, and you haven't read the first chapter, maybe you should go take a look at it.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Ryou was living in the lap of luxury. He had Bakura doing all his chores, and he had him doing everything else. Now Bakura cooked, cleaned, and handed Ryou the TV remote on occasion. It had been three days since Ryou's father left home, and Ryou loved every moment of it. Bakura, on the other hand, his face was red as a cherry 24/7. He waited, though, to carry out his plan, until the following day, putting up with Ryou until then.
"Hey, Bakura! I'm going out to meet Yugi, and we're going to the mall. I'll be back at five!" Bakura thought to himself.
"Maybe I won't have to wait until tomorrow, to pull off my act. I'm making stew tonight. All I have to do is talk to "the mouse." He'll give me what I need." Bakura slid out of the apron he was wearing, and he was glad to do it. It said, "Kiss the Cook" on it. He didn't like kissing, period. He put on a leather jacket and jeans up in Ryou's room, borrowing the clothes Ryou never dared to wear in public. After he was done, he left the house, and hopped on Ryou's bicycle. Ryou's dad had taken the car. He knew he looked retarded, wearing a leather jacket, pedaling a bike that was too small for him, but hey. He only had to go a couple of miles.
It was HOT outside. Bakura had begun to regret wearing that shirt. He pulled into an apartment complex, and walked up the stairs to apt. 25D. He knocked, and "the mouse" appeared through the little crack in the door. He opened the door, seeing Bakura, and let him in. The apartment was dark; the only light came from about a dozen candles in the ashen fireplace. The windows had thick drapes on them, and everything was dusty. The Mouse led Bakura to a coffee table next to the fireplace with the candles, and they sat down to discuss business.
"Hey, Malik-" he was cut off.
"I told you to call me "The mouse" Malik whispered in a menacing tone.
"Fine," retorted Bakura. "I know you know the predicament I'm in. I need to find that picture. I need to find it. Do you have what I asked for?" Bakura had explained everything before, and had asked for a truth serum.
"I got something better. Look at this baby." Malik, I mean the "Mouse" had what looked like a mangled coat hanger with a red Christmas light on the end. "It's an "Embarrassing Picture Finder, or EPF. It works. Watch this." He got up, and pulled a picture of himself mooning a car out of his pocket, he hid it, and told Bakura to use the EPF to find it. Bakura grabbed the coat hanger, and started moving around the room. Nothing happened. He was startled when The Mouse yelled something.
"Oh shit! That's the lady's underwear finder! I gave it to my Yami for Christmas, and Isis' undies are mysteriously disappearing. I forgot! Well, I guess you're left with this." He handed a vile with a cork to Bakura, who pocketed it thankfully, now having a reason to leave. It was stifling hot in that room. He turned to go, when Mouse grabbed him by the shoulders, and told him,
"I want half the booty." Bakura ripped out of his grip, and turned around, looking at Mouse like he was a pervert. Mouse suddenly realized how sick he sounded, and replied quickly,
"I meant the spoils, the loot, the shwag, get it?" Bakura still looked at him real funny, so Mouse opened the door for Bakura. The light outside nearly blinded the both of them, so Mouse pushed Bakura out the door, and slammed it. Bakura turned, looked at the door for a minute, and went to leave.
Ryou had come home three hours early, after the Chinese food the two ate made Yugi sick, and he had to be escorted home by Yami. When he arrived home, he realized Bakura wasn't there. He went into the kitchen and saw the "Kiss the Cook" apron on the floor.
"Bakura owes me five dollars" Ryou thought, after making a bet with Bakura he wouldn't wear it a whole day. He practically MADE Bakura wear it, though, after he mentioned the picture. Bakura walked in the door, and saw Ryou standing over the apron. "Shit" he thought to himself. "I'm going to have to borrow five dollars from Mouse's Yami. Unless he went to Vegas and blew it. Again." He looked at Ryou and smiled sweetly. Ryou also saw that Bakura was wearing his leather jacket.
"Give me my jacket!" he yelled at Bakura, that being the first time he ever dared to yell at him. Bakura's smile sank, and he took off the jacket and threw it at Ryou.
"It's too goddamn hot anyways," he snapped back at Ryou, heading to the kitchen to make the stew. When Ryou's back was turned, he brought back the smile, but not the sweet one, but the malicious one he was dying to use.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, what do you think? Please R&R and tell me SOMETHING! I don't care if you flame me. Give me some ideas, plz.
