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Chapter Three
An hour later found Ryou and Yami in the Bakuras' room, looking for some new clothes. Yami had said that the first attribute to a new attitude is a new wardrobe. That would give everyone a tough first impression.
Ryou was wearing a pair of Bakura's blue jeans, a little big on him so that they sagged, showing the slight dips where his hips connected to his thighs. They were a deep blue, flared at the bottom, allowing room for boots, or a knife.
He also had a plain white wife beater without anything on top, quite tight, and it came up a few inches above his bellybutton, revealing pale skin and slight muscles. Yami had taken off his spiked collar and armbands, and put them on Ryou, then run a brush from the bottom of Ryou's hair to the top, so it wasn't quite so fluffy, as it was messy. The overall effect was astonishing.
Ryou looked almost as mean as Bakura. But the problem was, he didn't look menacing. He just looked like a punk.
"Hmm," Yami tried to think what was wrong. He snapped his fingers. "I bet Malik would know."
"Malik?" Ryou said. "Well, it couldn't hurt."
"Can I call him?"
"Sure."
KC666:Sorry this was such a short chapter! Next chapter in about a week. Please keep reading!