Just a quick note from the pathetic author. No, I don't own YGO. Nor would I want to. I'd probably be mauled for my horrible plots and pairings. Haha. Seriously. Anyway, this dreadful story is dedicated to several different people. But mostly Subaru. BECAUSEISAIDSO. Oh, I don't own Alice in Wonderland either. Dear god I wish I did. Because if I did own Alice, and I did own YGO, then, oh my, than this tale wouldn't just be a story, it would be.. THETRUTH.

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It was a dreadfully rainy day. Nothing to do, nobody to bother. The kind of day where one must stay inside and tend to the dishes or read a novel or something else to that extent. Something that Bakura was NOT interested in doing. No, most definitely not.

Bakura slouched down into the couch with an angry grunt of 'I hate rainy days', as Ryou cheerfully pushed the video into the VCR. Why he couldn't have gotten the digitally re-mastered or whatever in gods names it was called DVD from the store was beyond him. Perhaps it was because they didn't have a DVD player. Bakura decided to bring this up next time they went to the store.

This did give him a terribly nice chance to oogle his hikari's bum, though.

Suddenly finding himself lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice when Ryou plopped down next to him and pushed play on the remote. Only did he begin to notice the movie was playing when the said person elbowed him sharply in the side. Gods, the boy had pointy elbows. Probably from being so damn thin. Bakura decided to bring this up, as well, next time they went shopping. Note to self, buy more food.

As the movie went on, the spirit began to feel himself grow more and more tired. The couch was rather soft and comfy, and the sound of rain make almost anybody relaxed.

Bakura awoke with a start, the end of movie buzzing filling the room and signaling the end of the credits. He yawned and sat up, drowsily rubbing at his eyes. Only to notice a very scantily clad playboy bunny in the middle of the living room. Namely, Ryou.

Of course, he did what any good and slightly horny yami would do.

He went after Ryou. Several laps around the kitchen, and two around the yard before the smaller boy glanced down at a thin strap watch on his wrist and exclaimed, "Fuck, I'm late!" And thus, ran down the street and disappeared in a manhole.

Yes, manhole.

Giving an annoyed grunt, Bakura carefully peered down the hole. So, Ryou'd finally lost it. Late for lord knows what in a bunny costume and diving down manholes. Sounds like something Marik would do.

Unfortunately for our poor protagonist, the ground was still very slippery and he felt himself topple down the hole. Very, very slowly. An echo of 'Shit!' rebounding off the walls.

However, as he noticed fairly quickly, he wasn't really FALLING.

More like floating gently.

And that's when he realized what he was wearing.

"The fuck?" Bakura gave the white and blue dress a repulsed look, wondering when the hell this thing appeared. Though he should have been wondering more about where he was falling to, exactly. And why the hell his furniture was in a manhole.

He landed in a very clumsy manner on the ground, only to hear an annoying snicker from somewhere nearby. Apparently, he was in a room. Not a very BIG room, but a room. Empty, if you ignore the checkered floor and the door across the room. The door that Ryou was opening and disappearing into at that moment.

Bakura bolted forewards, yanking open the door only to be faces with a smaller door. And then a smaller door after that. And a smaller one. And a smaller one. And this went of for a little while until he came to be faced with a door of around twelve inches tall.

Despite his predicament, Bakura snorted. "Doubt even the pharaoh and his brat could fit through this." Finally, he pulled on the knob, only to hear a loud yelp. Caught off guard, he attempted a backwards roll, landing on one knee in what he thought looked like a menacing judo position, though it only caused the door to snicker. "For gods.. mind telling someone before you go and try to yank them open?" The door sulked slightly, twitching it's 'nose'. Bakura sighed and rubbed his temples. "Have you seen a little white playboy bunny run through here?" "Mm.. maybe" The door smirked. "Maybe not."

Brandishing a knife that was cleverly tucked into his bloomers, Bakura advanced towards the door. "Now, have you seen the bunny or not?" "Uh..yes. He went that way." And the doorknob opened it's keyhole very wide, to show Ryou running down a path. Spotting Bakura's hand going at his knob again, the door pulled away. "Now, hold on a second! I'm LOCKED and you're too big. You have to get the drink from the table."

Before the spirit could mention anything about a lack of the fucking table, it appeared from the middle of the room. With a small drink exclaiming 'Drink me' on top of it. So, he did just that. And shrank until he was the perfect size to fit through the door. "Are you going to open or what?" "Impatient, are we?," The door remarked dryly. "I told you. I'm locked. You need the key." And a key appeared on the table, which, by now, was far to high up to climb.

So Bakura did the next best thing. He took his knife and began to try and pry to door off it's hinges. And succeeded, the door eventually laying face down on the checkered floor. However, as this was done, the room slowly began to fill with water until it became, frankly, an ocean.

"Fuck.," The yami sighed, perching atop his door-raft. "I hate rainy days."

Haha. Yes, craptastic. And a tad short, I know. Next chapter I'll write more, honest! That is, if people actually decide to like the story. And not flame me. Mm. Comment and all that lot, and I'll update even faster!