Disclaimer: That's like asking someone if they owned the Empire State Building. Well, I left a cliff! I love cliffs. Anywayz, here's the next chapter, but certainly not the last one. Like it or not, this story's far from done. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Bakura stared in awe at the contents of the safe. There were MANY things in there. Women's clothes, dresses and the like, bras, underwear, matching the set that was on Yami's head, purses, everything. All women's things. "Shizuka's, aren't they, you perv." Bakura thought. Then he got a super idea. He would catch Yami in the act! That was it. The ultimate humiliation scene. Walking in on him, suddenly exposing his secret life with Shizuka, the look on his face would be priceless. Bakura was pondering this with a look of utter content on his face. Suddenly, he heard voices coming up the driveway. He was in deep shit, now. He slammed the safe shut, spun all the locks with a swift hand motion, and ran for his life. He couldn't leave the house, so he ran into the kitchen. He noticed a door, probably leading to the basement. He was right, taking the stairs in it three at a time, before coming to a washer and dryer, both abnormally large for home appliances. He heard voices in the kitchen, so he opened the door to the dryer, and hopped in.
"Hey, I think I left the door unlocked, check for anything you think might've been stolen." Bakura could hear Jou's voice over the crowd of people that stormed in, or at least, that's what he heard. He was in the dryer, which, incase you haven't been in a dryer before, is really painful, because of the "shelves" that circle the inside. (A/N It's true, I used to hide in the one we had while playing Hide and seek. It does hurt.) Bakura tried to fit comfortably in it, but it's like trying to find a comfortable position on a cactus. It helped that it was a commercial sized dryer, giving more room. He was shuffling around, when he heard Yami's voice from upstairs.
"Hey, I think I hear something in the basement. Jou, go check it out." He heard footsteps going down the stairs, and once at the bottom, Jou hit the switch on the light, and it flickered before dying.
"Damn, now I need to replace that bulb." He whispered to himself. He stuck out his hands, feeling over to the washer and dryer, navigating in the little light he got from the grimy little window on the other side of the huge room. He made it to the washer/dryer, the only things in the room, unless you count the pool table in the corner, which was almost impossible to hide under, because the window let in light directly above it. Jou opened the washer, and felt around inside it. He apparently didn't find what he needed there, because he closed it, and went for the dryer. He fully opened the door wider than the crack Bakura left it at, and stuck his hand in it. Because of the fetal position Bakura was in, the first thing Jou came in contact with was Bakura's hair. He was feeling around, all over his head, and soon began to pet the hair.
"It's the cat! She's in the dryer! She won't come out." Said Jou, yelling upstairs to Yami. He kept petting Bakura's hair, which made him real irritable. He made hissing noises, and that prompted Jou to take his hand out of the dryer.
"Mean little kitty, are we? Well, you stay there as long as you want." Jou said, making his voice as though he was talking to a baby. He left the door open, and went back upstairs. Bakura was pissed yet again. Jou was feeling his hair! Now he really needed a shower. He was glad, though, he had passed for the family cat, and not one who was trying to break into a certain secret safe..
Somehow, Bakura managed to fall asleep in the dryer, and woke with a start as the real cat jumped into the dryer, and hissed, finding her usual spot taken up. He pushed the cat out of the dryer, and exited himself. God, he was stiff, cramped up in there like that. He wagered it was about midnight, as there was no light in the room, not even the window-displayed light. It was cool in the basement, and he decided to leave the house, not wanting further unwanted contact from Jou. He opened the little window at the end of the room, and using the pool table, was able to squeeze out. He looked around. There was a starry sky, no clouds that night. He walked over the dew-laden grass, and onto the sidewalk.
"Damn! My hair doesn't feel like a filthy cat!" he thought, enraged at Jounouchi for mistaking him. He was walking home, infuriated, and pondering the info he had received that day. He jumped a little when he heard a voice from behind.
"I've been expecting you, Bakura. Hand over the ring, and you might live." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* WOW another cliff! I'm getting good at these. Well, I posted this one pretty fast, so your dying suspense will not last long, oh weary child. Soon, I will lay thine hand upon thine keyboard, to expel such sweet word, thy purpose being, the satisfaction of thee, and to let thine name spreadeth over wide hills, and fruit-laden trees, and to all yee fine people, who come thus to read thine stories. (I just finished a self study course on Shakespeare! Good, ne? ^^;;) I'm going to need it for next year's English classes.