Ugh. Behind on my fic writing again. You can thank Night's Child for making me get off my arse and write this; her good-natured nagging at school got me working... now if only she'll tell me to do my homework and clean my room, i'd get everything done...

Oh, and DevilsHalo, of course, for her beta-ing and truthfulness, and amazing humour. And GothAnkh, the voice of reason and sarcasm... I am so lucky to have these three in my class.

Disclaimer: The chawachtersh ishn't mine. But they ishk all sho ickle and shweet, sho i lovesh them and witeshk ficksh about them. Yup. If you understood that, you're very smart.

Chapter 3: I'm Back! (hehehe, the song is from the episode of the dub where Kaiba hacks into Industrial Illusions' satellite. We've been singing it at school all week)


Yami became more and more restless as the plane drew nearer Japan. By the time they entered Japanese airspace, he was literally bouncing with excitement. He seemed to find the simplest little things funny - like the poor tourist with overly large ears, or the toddler spreading the in-flight meal on it's unsuspecting sibling. Through the terminal, to the luggage carousel, and out to the taxi stand, he remained in a rare state of euphoria, such that he hadn't experienced in several years.

He was home.

The taxi pulled up outside a large, pink block of apartments forty-five minutes later. Yami scrambled out, paid his fare, and pressed the intercom button for flat number 18. A maniac grin spread across his face as Yugi's voice, impatient and deeper than he remembered, snapped at him from the little grey speaker.

"Hello, hikari," he answered it.

There was an odd squeak from the intercom. Yami fought hard not to laugh, as Yugi recovered from the original shock. "Is... Is that you, Yami?"

"No, it's the Spanish Inquisition. Of course it's me! Now, are you going to let me in, or will I have to blast the door open with magick?"

The buzzer buzzed, and Yami climbed the stairs three at a time. Yugi was waiting for him on the landing. "I can't believe it, you're back!" he practically giggled, clutching him in a suffocating embrace. "You're back for good, I assume?"

"Yes, I'm not leaving again. I love Egypt, but I belong in Japan."

Yugi lead him inside, a sigh escaping his lips. "Good. I've been a bit down lately." He busied himself with the kettle. "Tea, or Coffee?"

"Haven't you got anything stronger? It was a long flight. And what do you mean, you've 'been down'?"

Yugi looked up in surprise. "You haven't heard? Oh, of course you haven't..." He bent down, pulling two glasses and a bottle of spirits out from the cupboard. "Mokuba... he died in a car accident a few days ago."

A brief flicker of surprise spread across Yami's face. "Died?"

Yugi handed the Pharaoh a glass, and sat down with his own. "Yeah. Kaiba was distraught." He glanced surreptitiously over the rim of his drink, gauging the other's reaction. Yami, however, kept his face as devoid of emotion as possible.

"I expect he was."

"Of course, it wasn't the first time he'd lost someone he loved."

"No..."

"Yami, don't pretend you don't care, nor that you don't feel guilty."

"What? What do you want me to say?" Yami snapped, his happy bubble bursting. "In case you hadn't noticed, I didn't exactly want to leave, but that dickhead Malik and the Tomb Robber didn't leave me with much choice, did they?"

"So? Go and see Kaiba. You know where he lives."

"I will. I just came to see you first, okay?"

Yugi placed the glass down thoughtfully. "Sorry. I am ecstatic you're here. But you are so obviously distracted. I get the feeling you need to see him."

Yami smiled at his light. After all this time, Yugi was still the altruistic youth the Pharaoh remembered and loved. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't return to Japan for Kaiba alone. We have a lot of catching up to do, aibou..."
"Bakura, this is really not a good idea..."

"I disagree. It is a very, very good idea. Pure genius. Though, one would expect this of me, if one was smart."

Ryou shot him a filthy look, pulling his leather mini skirt down, so as not to reveal too much of his thighs. Bakura's brilliant 'plan' was to get into the concert by flirting with the security guards, if they came across them. He insisted that it was much easier for women to get off the hook, when dealing with authority figures ("It's a proven psychology factor of criminal trials..."). Thus the cross-dressing. Of course, a part of Ryou put it down to kinky desires on his dark's part, but these had never really bothered him before...

Ryou had to admit, Bakura made a very sexy lady. So very sexy, in his barely-clothed, skanky goodness, that it was enough to turn any queer boy straight... Wait, that made no sense... Perhaps it was the other way around? Or, perhaps, he had just had a few too many joints...

Bakura dragged him towards the stadium, stumbling slightly in his high-heeled boots. They creeped round the back, finding a high wire fence. Bakura contemplated it for a moment. "Well, do you think you can scale it?"

"In stillettos and fish-nets? Hell no."

"Okay. Stand back."

Ryou had just enough time to spring behind his counterpart, before there was a deafening crash. Bakura grinned at the ex-fence. Ryou glared at Bakura.

"Smart. Great move. Now, there will be security everywhere. And they'll put us in prison, assuming we're terrorists or something. Look at me, I'm Al-Qaeda."

"No, you're a man in a mini skirt, and you're following me behind these crates."

They waited and watched for a moment, as security did indeed rush to the blown-up area, which was actually all part of the 'genius plan'. It made the rest of the journey a sinch. In theory, of course...

As they tried, and failed, to squeeze through a rather small window, a voice slipped through the dim behind them. "Excuse me, but what do you young ladies think you're doing?"

Bakura and Ryou whirled as one, identical guilt-ridden looks plastered on their faces. Ryou quickly replaced his own pout with a seductive smile.

"Why, sir, we're just nipping into the concert." His voice was slightly squeaky, with the effort of hitching it up an octave.

"From the bathroom window?"

"Well, we're actually really desperate for the loo, and we couldn't wait to be admitted into the stadium." Bakura smiled sweetly. "You'll let us slip through, just this once, won't you, sir?" He fluttered his fake eyelashes, thrusting forward tissue-paper breasts.

The officer removed their hat and stepped into the light, revealing shoulder length hair. It was, quite clearly, a woman. Bakura swore.

"Yes, 'shit' indeed. Your flattery won't work on me."

"But wait! Let us try again!" Bakura insisted, his voice suddenly returning to normal. "We're really men!"

"Very masculine men, usually. You caught us on an off day."

"You can check down below, if you really have to?"

The officer shook her head, and escorted them out, amid wild protests from Bakura and laughter from Ryou. They were almost to the exit, when another voice greeted them, a shadowy figure standing in a doorway to the left.

"Well, well, Bakura and Ryou, fancy seeing you here... in drag...?"
Umm... well, yeah. I'm in a queer mood. o.O and it's not alcohol-induced this time!! I've got a lot planned for the next few chapters: just bear with me. And about Bakura and Ryou - yeah, they're pot-heads, but some of the most interesting people I know are. Maybe that says a lot about the company I keep? They're all either pot-heads, or yaoi writers... oh well...

Weviewsles, Pleasles?