Brittany: Bonjour- er, I mean, hello and welcome back. This is the third chapter. Look, I know you all think that my chapters are pathetic and short to be even classified as chapters, but….I don't know, I'm running out of ideas. So please don't be mad at me that this one is shorter than you want it to be.

Ryou: Oh, and there may be some violent cursing and scenes inappropriate for children 10 and younger.

Bakura sat in his dark cell room in a straightjacket, chained up to the wall. Normally he would have just been sitting on his bed with no straightjacket or chains…if he hadn't grabbed the knife hidden in his pocket and attempt to kill all the policemen. He had succeeded in killing at least three of them, but… No, they had to put him in a straightjacket. Anyway…Bakura stood there looking around at his new home. It wasn't too bad, a few cockroaches here and there, and some cobwebs. But what really creeped him out, was his cellmate.

Lucy was his name. He was big and smelly. He had tattoos even on his nose. This seemed like the guy you did NOT want to mess with, even if you were a bloodthirsty murdering tomb robber in the 21st century. And right now he was staring at Bakura in an odd way. "They should've put YOU in a straightjacket too," Bakura thought as he noticed Lucy looking at him.

"What do YOU want!" Bakura snapped, spit spraying over Lucy's face. Lucy wiped it off slowly and was now glaring even harder at Bakura. Lucy cracked his knuckles and reached his hands for Bakura's throat. Just then a guard opened the iron cell door. "Mr. Bakura?" the guard mentioned. Lucy turned and sat back down. Bakura looked at the guard. "Yes?" Bakura said. The guard looked disappointed. "You've been….r-r-released…" he said, struggling to say it, as if he was afraid that Bakura would leap out at him and slash his throat at any moment.

However, that was not the case. The guard unhooked him from the wall and Bakura was let free. But the officers still held him tight as he walked down the hall out of the jail cell room. "Here you are," one of them said, and they shoved Bakura out of the room. His eyes lit up when he saw Ryou sitting there reading a magazine on how to make your hair sleek and shiny. Ryou looked up and saw Bakura. "Bakura! You're out!" he said. He squeezed his yami tightly and Bakura gave a fake smile and patted the boy's head.

Later back at home, Ryou's smile faded into an angry glare and he started to yell at Bakura about stealing from the mall and how he should never do it again. Bakura was sent to his room and Bakura wasn't pleased with how Ryou was becoming a control freak. But he obeyed anyway. Bakura sat in his room and looked around, bored. "Huh, what's this?" Bakura said as he saw a pink fuzzy book lying on his dresser. "Oh yah," Bakura said, remembering. It was Ryou's diary. He had stolen it from Ryou's room a week ago but had never bothered to read it. Smirking, he picked it up and flipped through the pages to last week's entry.

"What!" Bakura said as he read a particular sentence. "Michael Jackson is INNOCENT?" He threw the diary across the room towards his bedroom door. Just then, Ryou opened the door. "Bakura I- oww!" He said as the diary hit him square in the face. Ryou clutched his face and fell to the ground. Bakura got up and pulled Ryou's hand away from his face to inspect the damage. Ryou's hands and face were covered in blood that was leaking through his nose.

Bakura walked into the kitchen. He took a washcloth and wiped away the blood on Ryou's face. He normally didn't take care of Ryou like this. Ryou usually took care of HIM. He didn't like it. Anyway, the bleeding stopped and Ryou let Bakura watch TV. "Bakura," Ryou said, "I have a present for you." Bakura turned around and gasped as Ryou held…the new Dance Dance Revolution system!

10 minutes later everything was set up. "Okay Bakura, it's easy. All you have to do is step on this platform on whatever it says on the television screen, okay?" Bakura nodded slowly and lifted up his foot when the music started. He tripped and fell to the floor. "Uh, okay, just start again," Ryou said as he helped Bakura up. Bakura lifted up his foot again and moved it over and spun around. He tripped again and fell to the ground. "Uh, maybe we should call in an expert," Ryou said. "But who? Hmm…"

5 minutes later, "Hello?" Tea said as she answered the phone. "Yes, um, this is Ryou, I was wondering if you could give Bakura some dancing lessons-" "I'd love to!" Tea said immediately. "I'll be right over!" 5 minutes later Tea was over at Ryou's house.

"No Bakura, it's tap-tap-step-tap" Tea said, lessoning Bakura on his movement. "Here, let me show you" and Tea jumped onto the platform and danced like crazy. "Okay okay I get it, like THIS," Bakura said, pushing Tea out of the way and standing on the platform.

"No Bakura, you're LEFT foot!"

"I'm trying, damn it!"

"You need to spin and step here-"

"I did that!"

"And then kick and shift your body-"

"I know, and then do this and this-"

"Ow! Bakura, you're on my foot!"

"You're on my hair!"

"You stopped dancing-"

"Grrr! I've had enough! Take this, bitch!"

Bakura instantly sent Tea to the shadow realm. "Bakura!" Ryou screamed. Bakura stomped away, with the Dance Dance platform attached to his shoe as he walked. Ryou heard the door slam, and pleaded to Ra that he would not cause any more damage with this new hobby thing.

Brittany: I know! It's short! Please don't be mad. I really need some ideas on how Bakura should be introduced to the new hobby instead of "oh, I'm just going to try THIS today!" It's really odd. So please, I need an opinion.

Ryou: Every review is a help!