Marik and Malik, the two who had gotten the Russia very first, where now on a crammed subway car, heading to one of Malik's photo shoots.

Marik sighed heavily. This sucked. Big time. His hikari was a big time model, and had his life practically planned out for him already. And it got annoying to have to be the one standing on the side of the stage, watching his own light get all the attention. Especially when he was the one who deserved all that attention.

In fact, it was Marik who had gotten Malik his first ever shoot, and after that, Malik sort of took off without any trouble. He had made it big within three shoots, and was now a very important Calvin Klein model, along with what had to be a million other companies.

And Malik still hadn't thanked him for getting his started off. He hadn't mentioned it once. All the younger boy could do was bitch and moan at his darker side, knowing Marik wouldn't ever do anything about it.

And to top it all off, he was currently staring at an add which had Malik's face plastered all over it. It was annoying, having two of the same faces staring at you. Wait.. staring?

"Ack! Malik, back up will you?" Marik said, noticing that his hikari's face was currently only inches away from his own.

"Hey, it's not my fault. The guy behind me is practically urging be to crawl on top of you." Malik defended, attempting to move back a little bit.

Marik swallowed. On top of him. That would be nice. Actually, no. Me on top of him. Him sweating and moaning beneath me, eyes lidded in utter pleasure. Breath coming in short, sharp pants. Legs twisted across my hips, urging me on- Marik stopped himself. He didn't need that kind of distraction right now.

He shifted his hips a bit, and noticed a very, very unwelcome feeling down there. He quickly moved his hips to the left, away from his current object of desire.

"Oh god.." Marik muttered, wishing he could just die right then and there.

"Bakura! You've been playing that game forever! Get your ass off that god damned floor and do something useful with it!" Ryou barked, instantly covering his mouth as he realized what had just flown straight out of it.

Bakura put the controller down, and slowly twisted his sitting form around to look Ryou square in the eye. Ryou was currently hiding under his own immense blush. Bakura smirked evilly.

"What was that, hikari?" he asked, very amused at this point. Ryou just made a noise that somewhat resembled a muffled 'meep'.

The younger boy then turned to get off of the bed, only to have his arm grabbed, and in one swift moment, was pinned to the bed he was sitting on. Only this time he wasn't sitting, but lying underneath a very evil looking Bakura.

Ryou struggled to get loose, but his yami's grip was much to strong. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. A very hard place. The younger boy realized what kind of situation he was in, so he regained some unknown force and shoved his yami off of his shaken body.

"What the hell, Bakura? Just because I'm your hikari doesn't give you the right to go around groping me!" Ryou shouted, extremely annoyed with the spirit right now. Bakura blinked a few times. And in the time it took to pin his hikari, he was now walking out the door.

"Damn." Bakura muttered, turning back around to give his attention back to the video game.

"Hey Serenity, open the door! There are weird ass freaks in this hallway and I don't think they're exactly interested with the print on my shirt." Tea's worried yet somewhat annoyed voice traveled across room 325.

The two were soon sprawled out across the hotel room. Serenity decided to forget her worries about this meeting and let the actual excitement of being in a new country sink in. She was lying stomach down on the bed, flipping through the magazine Tea had brought up.

"Man, why do you have such a prettier room than I do? I mean, look at this stuff in here!" Tea scanned the room and then entered the bathroom.

"You have two mini shampoos! I only got one!" Tea complained. She eyed the bathroom evilly before leaving. Serenity sighed.

"Tea, if you haven't forgotten. We all brought our own shampoo so it doesn't matter how many shampoos we get in the bathroom."

Tea huffed and took a seat on the arm chair near the bed. As soon as she was about to fall asleep a wet.. something, hit her square in the face. She peeled it off and noticed a naked Joey standing across the room, rummaging through his suitcase.

Tea looked at the bed quickly to notice Serenity wasn't there anymore.

"JOEY!"

"Did you hear something?" Marik asked Malik, getting off the over-cramped up subway car. Malik shrugged and pulled his shoulder bag up higher. Marik glanced behind him, but soon ignored it.

The two men walked up the long flight of stairs. Marik stared longingly at the people on the escalator, who in turn stared stupidly back at him. Malik had refused to take the 'lazy' way up and complained that the salad he had eaten earlier was going to pack on the pounds if he didn't get enough exercise.

Marik had said this was only one flight of stairs and it wouldn't make much of a difference. Malik retorted by saying it was at least some kind of difference and then dragged his yami up with him.

"Malik, there wasn't even anything in that salad. All you had was lettuce and a light vinaigrette dressing!"

"Whatever yami. A couple of stairs never killed anyone." Marik glared at the stairs. He'd show them. Later.

After the long shoot was over, and Marik had wolfed down five doughnuts, they were back on the crowded subway car, but this time with seats. Malik had his eyes closed and looked in peaceful serenity while Marik had a backpack shoved in his face and someone's ass pretty damn close. He regretted eating those doughnuts. They were just sitting there though. No one would have eaten them. They were in a modeling shoot for Christ sakes.

"Yami, could you stop thinking so loud, is crossing over my peaceful barrier." Malik said, continuing to keep his eyes closed.

Five minutes later, the subway stopped. Marik roughly grabbed his hikari's hand and dragged him out of the car. And the stupid boy still had his eyes closed.

"Malik! Open your damn eyes! I'm not your guide dog." The fuming yami then stomped off towards the hotel. Malik was left staring at the path his enraged yami took.

"What a bitch."

Kaiba threw the door open, literally de-hinging it from the doorframe. Mokuba looked up, but quickly altered his attention back to the laptop.

After a long shower, and shampooing his hair a few times, Kaiba exited and found some casual clothes. He then grabbed his credit card and left the room again.

The streets of Moscow were busy, cold and loud. Kaiba was cold, bitchy and not feeling very talkative. He sulked down a few streets until he found a corner store. Or what looked to be a corner store.

It was a small store, with two aisles. He quickly found the counter and bought a pack of cigarettes. Sure, the things killed you from the inside out but at the moment, Kaiba could care less. He left the store and realized he had no lighter. Not exactly feeling low enough to bum a light off someone, he bought one too.

"Kaiba? You smoke?" came a thick accented voice. Very America. Kaiba turned around and saw the mutt right there, holding a chocolate bar.

"Yes, and I don't want company." He replied coolly, turning his back to the blonde. Joey walked around till he was facing the cold billionaire again.

"Just because you don't want it doesn't mean you don't need it." He said, taking a bite of the chocolate bar. Kaiba sighed. Joey then turned to the street. He looked up and down it, nothing really grabbing his attention.

"Sure is a boring city, no?"

"More like a boring part of the city. I've been to Moscow a few times, pup, and this is the slums."

"So what's our hotel doing in the slums? It's a nice one."

Kaiba sighed. The dog was too stupid for his own good.

"There's more than one side to a fence."

Joey just shrugged. Riddles were not really his forte. He said goodbye to his rival, and walked back to the hotel. Kaiba stood there for a few more minutes, and soon followed the blonde back to the hotel.

Ryou grumpily wandered through the hotel, occasionally glancing up at some stores. Most of them where written in Russian so he had no clue what he was looking at. Ryou felt a little uncomfortable around such strange things. He wasn't used to culture shock.

It felt like hours before Ryou finally found a clock again. And it had really only been 30 minutes since he last checked. He sighed and figured if he went back to his hotel room, chances were that Bakura would be out at some bar, and he could finally get some rest.

Ryou fumbled with his key card as he opened the door. And just to his luck, Bakura wasn't there. But there sure was one hell of a mess. Food was scattered on the ground. The TV was still on, and some clothes were scattered about. Nothing of his though, just some pants, boxers and a bra.

"What the fuck!" Ryou said out loud, pointing at the bra as if it had just said something to him. He stood there for a few minutes, not really processing what was going on. Some cheap whore must have been here with his yami. And he knew she would be cheap because Bakura didn't really care who it was, as long as he got some.

"Ryou?" came Bakura's heavily affected by alcohol voice. Ryou turned around just in time to see his yami push a very drunk girl down the hall and slam the door in her face.

"Hey! What about my money? And my clothes!" she screeched from beyond the door. Bakura just banged a fist on it and walked towards the bed. Ryou followed him, but kept his distance. He didn't know what his yami would do under this kind of influence.

"Umm.. yami?" Ryou poked him in the side carefully. Bakura didn't move. Ryou was about to try again when the spirit suddenly fell face first on the bed, snoring.

"Arg! BAKURA!"

Marik lifted his head up suddenly.

"I swear to god I'm hearing things." Malik rolled his eyes and quickly passed his yami on the path towards their hotel room. The two hadn't said a word to each other since the train. Malik was trying to stay calm for his rest tonight and Marik was doing it so he wouldn't strangle his hikari.

Inside the room it looked like everyone else's. One big bed, TV, bathroom. All the things a hotel room would need to comfortably have one or more people inside it. Malik quickly ran over to the bed, while Marik went over to the mini fridge.

"Damn it! Where the hell is the booze?" he asked, slamming the fridge door. Malik rolled his eyes and laid back upon the bed. He closed his eyes, soaking in the comfort. Marik stormed over to the bed and fell back. He had his arms crossed in a very annoyed manner.

"Oh, what's the matter now?" Malik crooned. He flipped over onto his side and lightly stroked Marik's chiseled abs. Marik held back a groan. Malik obviously didn't know what he was doing to his yami.

"Nothing is the matter. I'm sleep now, let's tired." He said hastily and crawled quickly under the covers, curling himself into a ball and willed himself to go to sleep. Malik sat up slightly and stared strangely at his yami.

"Maybe it's jet lag." And then he too, crawled into bed and fell into a peaceful slumber.

TBC

EEEKK! So sorry about the late update.. err.. edit. I looked at the chapter 4 and immediately re-did it. Sorry all.