Krista: Yes thanks again! And I hope you have more ideas, cause I suck at them. Which is sad, cause it's my story...
Thief-Girl-Bakky: Lol nice name! Hmmm...that sounds evil, but also something Bakura would do! :] That will be hard to use, but why the hell not? :] I wonder how you make a bomb out of a cat...
By the way, that cat is my cat! His name's Cricket! Cricket must feel special being in my fic. He's so dumb....I think he's retarded. Like, for real. But I wuv him anyway! Enough to kill him in my story! :] That's what he gets for chewing plastic.
Eve-Of-Misery: Awww! That makes me happy! :D I have a feeling though, that this chp will be boring to all....
Jen-Ben -.- . Fine...TP? Toilet Paper? I don't know where they are going to get it from, but I think I may have to use it. It's so sad because I can't even think up ideas for my own story! I have to use wonderful reviewer ideas. Blagh, I always get myself stuck somehow. I'll have them say something and then it will take me an hour to figure out how to respond to it. Anyway, onto the fic. And it will prolly be short and boring because I'm so lost.
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Ryou rolled over and looked at his clock. It flashed 10:04 in bright red numbers. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. [I bet that looks really cute...] He then wondered why it was so quiet. If the two insane Egyptians were over, it shouldn't be this quiet. Even if they weren't here and it was just Bakura, it still shouldn't be this quiet. Then he remembered what Bakura had asked him before he fell asleep. What time the party was at.
"Why would Bakura want to know that?" Ryou thought.
He got up and went out to the living room. No one was there. He began checking every room and when he found no one, returned to the living room and threw himself on the couch tired. He figured that they had gone to Yugi's party for some reason. He didn't know why and he was too tired to go over there and see. But he knew he had to. He had to make sure they didn't get into trouble. So he tried to get up, but fell back down. He decided to rest a few minutes. Soon, he was fast asleep.
Bakura and the Mariks were trying to keep quiet. The people inside were starting to suspect that something was going on. If they were found out, it wouldn't help Ryou much. And they still wanted to have fun.
"What are we going to do! We can't use the rod anymore. It will be too obvious." Malik whispered.
"Yea I know...We'll just have to figure out something else to do." Bakura whispered back.
"No way. I don't think my brain can take it." Marik said to everyone there.
"I don't think you even have a brain. That's something I didn't give you." Malik laughed at his other half.
Marik glared at him. "That must be because you don't have one in the first place."
"Oh yea! You wanna fight me!?"
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Okay...that's enough. Don't even start this again."
Malik just laughed at him. "Oh you're just a pansy!" Marik joined in laughing.
Bakura glared at them. "What are you talking about Malik! You're the pansy! You dress in freakin' purple! And it's a belly shirt no less!"
"Excuse me! This is good fashion!" Malik shouted at Bakura.
"Yea for fags!" Bakura snickered.
"You're the one that wears a striped blue and white shirt! That's a disgrace! And you are equally as gay as me!"
"No way! I'm not as gay as you. You're the king of fags! And my shirt is nice..." Bakura said looking down at his shirt.
"Hmmm...I think I should be getting upset with this little fight since, I basically dress the same as my partner here." Marik announced. "Well anyway, I must insist we stop fighting. I would really like to get back to torturing the Pharaoh."
Bakura and Malik looked at him for a minute. Then they both nodded.
"Fine but what are we going to do?" Malik asked.
They all thought for a while. Finally Bakura had an idea.
"I know! Remember that cat? And Malik, remember what happened last time when you started crying? Cause it will happen again." Bakura told the ready to cry boy. Malik nodded and held his sobs inside.
"Anyway, tell us what you have in mind." Marik said to Bakura.
"How about we make a bomb out of the cats dead body? It still has all of its organs, and there's a little blood left. It will blast the house with cat guts!" Bakura laughed crazily.
"PERFECT! We can throw the little hell spawn back into the Pharaohs territory! Mwuahahaha!" Marik also laughed at the plan. Then stopped, thinking. "Wait...how do we make a bomb out of a cat?"
Bakura just smiled. "I can do that part. While I make the bomb, you two figure out how to get the window open without making too much noise." Bakura demanded and then took the cat and walked to a different part of the house, still concealed from the party. Malik and Marik looked at each other.
"How are we going to get this window open without letting the people inside know?" Malik asked Marik.
"Don't ask me." Marik shrugged.
And so Ryou fell asleep again, Bakura is making a cat bomb, and the Mariks are figuring out how to open a window.
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Well...it's really short...but I need to go to bed. I have to baby sit tomorrow. My last day of summer vacation, and I'm babysittin. Oh well...it's money I suppose. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! Even though it was really short...thanks thanks thanks again people!