A/N - Wow! Someone actually like this thing! Go me! Anyway thank you very much.

Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru - Yeah I don't know why I chose Pegasus to be in this fic.
It must be his outfit. Anyway, I'll try to sneak Bakura in this chapter, if not the next one.

TjayMotou - Wow! Cool. Thanks.

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Disclaimer - If you recognise it then I don't own it.

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Chapter Two - Shoplifting

Ryou looked around the empty showroom curiously. He had no idea why his uncle had specifically asked for him. It wasn't as if they were close or anything. Pegasus belonged to his mother's side of the family and they hadn't really spoken since the funeral. Still, a job was a job and anything was better than that sorry excuse for a benefit his father got. He was determined to make a good impression so he had salvaged his best (and only) suit from the back of his wardrobe so that he would look every bit the successful businessman that he was sure to become.

He made his way to the main office and knocked cautiously due to the strange sounds coming from inside. There was some shuffling noises followed by some muffled swearing. The door opened and a rather dishevelled young blonde stepped out and hurried off into the cold morning street. Ryou wasn't sure, but he could have sworn that her sweater was on inside out.

"Ah! Ryou-boy!" said a voice from the doorway. Ryou jumped and spun around only to come face to face with his uncle, Pegasus, also looking slightly disordered and holding his usual glass of wine. Ryou wondered how on earth he could drink at eight in the morning, but that was just one of the things he'd rather not know about the older man.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Who was who?" said Pegasus.

"That woman just now."

"Oh! Nothing for you to worry about, Ryou-boy. Ms Valentine was just considering the purchase of that Bentley over there." he said firmly in way that suggested they never bring it up again. "I glad you decided to take the job. I really don't need the hassle of interviewing a load of dole scum just to get a few cars cleaned."

"Wait a minute! You want me to clean cars?" said Ryou, disappointment evident on his face.

"Sure do, Ryou-boy. Then you can wax them and clean the interiors, then I want you to do the floors and there's a few errands I want you to do after that. Oh, and you might want to take that jacket off, wouldn't want you to ruin it now, would we." and he showed him a cupboard full of cleaning products and left the younger boy standing aghast in the middle of the room full of cars...

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The shop bell rang in a shrill outburst followed by the slam of the door. Several teenage boys sauntered in, browsing the shelves. Two were blond, one was brunette and fourth had a striking head of shoulder length, white hair that was partially obscured by a brown leather cap. They were all vaguely untidy and for some reason the shopkeeper had a weird feeling that they were rather fond of ska and reggae.

The white haired youth stepped up to the counter and flashed the man at the till a dazzling smile.

"Can I help you?" said the man suspiciously.

"Er...yes. Could I have some vodka please?" said the boy.

"Do you have any ID?" said the shopkeeper. The boy handed over a small rectangular card. "Obayashi Tadanobu." the shopkeeper read aloud with a raised eyebrow. "Age:
21? Nice try, Bakura, but next time find a fake ID that actually looks like you. The guy in the photo actually looks quite trustworthy." he laughed at his own joke A/N -
Tadanobu is literally translated as 'righteous and trustworthy'

"Ha ha, very funny." said Bakura sarcastically. "So, will you give me the booze or what?"

"No! It's against the fucking law!" said the shopkeeper "Now piss off!"

Bakura sneered and gave him a highly exaggerated bow before leaving the shop, the three other boys not far behind. The shopkeeper sighed when he found that half his stock was missing. The other boys must've taken it while Bakura distracted him.
Christ! Not again!

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Ryou was exhausted after a full day of washing cars and fetching his new boss coffee and bagels and whatnot. Then there was Marik, his annoying business associate. They were related apparently and Ryou had a vague memory of the platinum haired boy taking him to the playground when he was little and throwing him in the duck pond for no reason. Twelve years later the only changes had been for the worse. Marik had spent most of the day tormenting him, throwing things at him and walking mud through the show room when he had finished mopping the floor.

Pegasus emerged from his office. "Well, I'm off now. Good job by the way Ryou-boy,
I'm sure you'll be a valuable addition to the Crawford empire."

"Thanks uncle." said Ryou now totally void of enthusiasm.

"Why don't you come for dinner tomorrow night. Catch up on a few things."

"Um...OK." Ryou shrugged and followed him outside then began his long walk home.

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Bakura was bored. Robbing that newsagents had been fun while it lasted, and he and the gang had enough sugary snacks to last all week even if he had failed to get them any alcohol. But now it was nearing six and they had no money and nothing to do!

"Man! I'd kill for a ciggie right now." Jou moaned in frustration.

"Wow! Jou the nicotine craving assassin. That could make a great movie." laughed Malik.

"Shut up!"

"Yeah and the victims could have all these weird burns on them and the only clue is the nauseous smell of tobacco." Honda added.

"I said. Shut the fuck up!"

Bakura sighed. Every night it was the same! They'd get as high as they could on what little they had available then slap each other about a bit then find some defenceless British kid and slap him about. He never enjoyed that part. His best friend was British.
Well, ex-best friend. The boy could almost be his identical twin and they're names were similar. They had known each other since they were kids but after he dropped out of high-school they'd sort of lost touch. It was a shame but that was the way it went, or so he reckoned....