An hour had passed since he'd been locked in the room, and Yugi noted that the atmosphere hadn't improved much at all. If anything, it could even be slightly worse. Bakura especially looked about ready to kill someone - though that admittedly wasn't much new.
Yami was busy doing some maths in his head, muttering under his breath as he went along. In a bid to start up a conversation, Yugi asked what he was doing.
"Well, I can safely say that we won't suffocate in here. I reckon this room to be about 7ft square, and given the height there's plenty of oxygen in here to see us through the night." There was a faint sarcastic 'Oh Joy!' from Bakura at this comment, which the others chose to tactfully ignore.

Ryou sighed in frustration. He couldn't even pace the room like he normally did when he was worried, because there wasn't enough room to pace in. This left him with little to fidget about with other than to drum his fingers. That, however, was soon cut off by a stark mental message from Bakura. The toned-down equivalent of the message would have been "Stop that tapping, before I remove your hands from your wrists and stick them where the sun doesn't shine."
"Look, guys," Ryou protested. "We can't just sit here in silence all night -"
Bakura cut in sharply, a maniacal glint in his eye. "Oh yes we can. Believe me, we can." Bakura glared at Ryou, and sent a mental message over to him. "If I tell them what you're thinking, you'll wish we had."
Ryou weighed this up, and shook his head. "You might make something up - Yami and Yugi wouldn't believe you." He turned so that Bakura was behind him, which he could feel infuriate him, and continued talking to Yami and Yugi.
"If we just sit in silence, it'll make us all stressed out. We've got to do something!"

Ryou gave a small cry of pain and surprise as a potato hit him in the back of the head. "So sorry," Bakura said. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't suggest that. After all..." He sidled up to Ryou, and glared into his eyes. "A suggestion like that wouldn't improve things at all, would it?"
Ryou simply blushed, and fell silent.
Yugi suddenly brightened up. "I know!" he said, with a big grin on his face. "Let's all sing together! We could make a proper contest out of it." Yami smiled and nodded at this idea, and Ryou visibly perked up. Even Bakura didn't say anything against it. If anything, he seemed to be contemplating it.

"So who goes first?" Yami asked. Before anyone else could reply, Bakura held his hand up. "Mind if I have a go?"
Everyone else in the room felt their jaws drop. "Well... yeah, sure," Yugi said, more than slightly confused by Bakura's sudden co-cooperativeness. Totally confuzzled, in fact.

When everyone was seated comfortably, Bakura cleared his throat, and began to sing:

"Oh, oh, oh, trapped in room!
Who could think of a better way
For a Yami to spend his day?
Stuck in here with spiky freaks
I want to smash their heads!
And spend the evening pelting Ryou
With those rotten eggs!
Oh, oh, oh, trapped in a room!
I wanna tear someone apart
And drive a stake into their heart!
Burn their trousers, snap their legs,
And break their spine in two,
You'd best be careful, it could be
Any one of you!"

Bakura sat down again with a smirk on his face. "You know what?" he said to Yugi, who had paled slightly. "I feel so much better now! You're right, a good song does cheer you up, doesn't it?" He slapped Yugi on the shoulder. "Go on then, oh mighty duelmaster, your turn!"
When it became apparent that none of the others really felt like singing after all, Bakura smiled to himself. "So shall we amuse ourselves in silence for a while now then?"

He suddenly spun round and grabbed a potato. "And Ryou, you're making me feel sick. You'd best stop that line of thought RIGHT THERE!"

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Thanks for reading! I didn't think that chapter was as good as the first personally, but they'll all get better from here on hopefully! So keep reading, and PLEASE review my other stories too! ^_^