Disclaimer: Well, I don't have an X-box, I don't have a limo, and I certainly don't have an anime show.
So, Yami's dating Shizuka? Yes? No? Find out soon! *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* When Bakura arrived at home, it was nearly ten, and he still wanted to get drunk. But he also wanted to think, now more than ever, about how to get in that safe. He kept getting really sick pictures in his head of what could be in there. "Sex toys, Shizuka's clothes," Bakura thought on the way home. He sat down at the table yet again, and started to write up a real plan, or so he thought. "Kidnap Shizuka, and use her as a hostage, releasing her only after Yami told him what was in the safe." He really didn't want to do that, seeing as how he had had an eye on her forever.. He crumpled up the piece of paper, and tossed it onto the growing pile of natural waste. He needed a plan. A real plan. That's when he got an idea. "Ryou, get in here!" He shouted to Ryou, who was still pickling things in the kitchen. He came out, holding a jar with green liquid in it that held something that greatly resembled a horseshoe. He was wearing his "Kiss the Cook" apron. {1} "What'd you need, Bakura. I'm busy at the moment." Ryou sounded agitated, like he got high off the fumes in the kitchen. Bakura wouldn't be surprised if he had. "I need you to think up this plan, thingy. I'm no good at it. Kinda makes me wonder how the hell I managed to be a tomb robber. You make the plan, and I'll make the pickles." Ryou agreed, and gave the apron and the Mason jar, to Bakura. Ryou then sat down, and began writing. Bakura soon regretted his offer, after entering the kitchen; he almost fainted. There were hundreds of jars everywhere, some holding vegetables, and others holding things that were certainly not vegetables. There was a whole stack of things next to it, which were awaiting "pickling". He got to work, pouring acid green, pungent liquid into a jar, and then fit a shrunken head into it from the pile on the counter. After about 15 minutes, Ryou called Bakura into the dining room. When Bakura entered, he too, was carrying a jar, but this one had a dog's mucus membrane in it.
"Here's your plan, simple, but effective." Ryou got up, and relieved Bakura of everything, and reentered the kitchen. Bakura sat down to read what Ryou had written. "Create a diversion somewhere close to the home, that will lure all occupants out of it, and enter, and pop the lock on the safe." God, he thought. Why didn't I think of that? It didn't faze him, though. He already had an idea for the diversion.
"Ryou, would you do me a favor and put on a strip show at the 7-11 please?"

Of course, Bakura was kidding. His diversion would be exploding the 7- 11. Big things that make big noise attract everyone from all over. So, that's what he did. He planted a bomb in the toilet of the women's room, entering with three women in it, and none of them said anything. He went into the large stall, and planted the device behind the toilet, and, leaving the stall. Locked the door from the outside (God knows how he managed that), and put up a sign that said "out of order, unless your name is Pharaoh Yami." He would have a lot of fun, today at three o'clock. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, he's going to blow up the 7-11. That should turn out interesting. I know this chappie screams "shortness", but I'm writing the next one right after I post this one, so it'll be here soon. PLX R&R! Tankies!