Disclaimer: What everyone else is saying here. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed here's a list of them, and my comments to each.

Saturn Imp: Yeah, I hate bugs, too. I especially hate fleas; maybe that's why my insanity forced me to make the bug a flea.

Alina: Well, I hope you come to like my story more, I think it gets better.

Sarina Fannel: Thanks; it always pleases me to know my insanity doesn't go unnoticed. I wrote all this in one day, so I'll probably be done with the story at the end of next week.

Nabichick: When I read your review, I was laughing! I never thought that people would think he was watching porn!

Vegeta-is-forgotten: I plan to. *Evil Grin*

Dustbunny: Yeah, how do you think I feel, I have to write the story!

Black Magician Girl: A lot of people said they couldn't see Bakura watching Barney, you're not alone! I can't, but I can write about it!

Again, thanks to all those who have reviewed. Glad you like it! *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* *Warning* mild violence, no gore.. this chapter. *Warning*
Mouse had told Bakura the truth serum takes full effect after four hours, so Bakura waited until midnight to strike. His closet was a walk in, but it would be used for a different purpose that night. He emptied it of all the leather and latex out of it, and stuffed it under his bed. Bakura hoped to God the sharp, silver, pointy instruments of torture would not cut his clothing, but he was too lazy to move it. He had taken, though, a razor out from under there, and placed it under his tongue for safe keeping, until he would need it. After it was clear, he dragged what looked like a dentist/electric chair into the closet, there being plenty of room to fit five if need be. Then he pocketed packages of ketchup for later. Then he left, and turned out all the lights, and pretended to sleep.

Ryou suspected something when Bakura went to bed after they ate, because he usually stayed up till one in the morning to watch porn. Or Barney. Whichever he felt like watching. At ten, Ryou decided to go to sleep; he was too tired to think about what Bakura was going to do. He went into his room, changed into some PJ's with Change of Hearts all over them, and settled in. At ten to midnight, Bakura decided to go get Ryou then. He reached under the bed, and grabbed a conveniently placed butcher knife, and walked stealthily into Ryou's room. He slid behind the headboard, he was skinny enough to fit, and made hooting noises like an owl. Ryou woke up, and sat up, trying to locate the source of the noise. Bakura acted quickly. He put his left hand over Ryou's mouth, and the butcher knife right under his chin.
"I'd come with me if I were you." Bakura whispered, shattering the silence that befell the room. He slid around from the back of the bed, all the while, never moving either of his hands from the desired position. He nudged Ryou with the kife, signaling he should get out of the bed. Ryou okeyed, trying not to move his head. Bakura led him to his own room, and the closet. He told Ryou to sit. Ryou did, and then, and only then, did Bakura drop the knife to strap Ryou in. He did the feet first, then hands, then torso. He made the chair earlier, so it would fit Ryou.
Ryou was scared out of his mind. He thought that his Yami had a Yami, that made Bakura seem nice. After he was completely strapped in, Bakura looked at Ryou, an expression of utter terror on his face, and pulled the razor blade out of his mouth.
"Now, we have our fun." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Sorry about the shortness. Ryou does not get hurt. This is a Humor story, only this chapter is not very humorous. Trust me, though the next one will be. Please R&R!