(Sigh) Sorry all, I didn't mean to make you wait this long. Here is chapter 4!

"Yes, yes! Blue definitely looks good on him. See? Told you Yami."

Anzu, Yami, Yugi, Malik, Marik, Jounouchi, and Honda were hovering around two chairs standing back to back with Ryou and Bakura tied to them with some rope that Honda found in the back room. Currently, Ryou had on: lipstick, blush, mascara, and Jounouchi was now sloppily applying eyeliner.

Bakura, the poor soul, was getting a horrible job done by Yami, Marik, and Malik, though Anzu was making up for it, if only a little. It was safe to say that Bakura was getting the worst make up experience of his life, and hopefully the last.

"You fucking bastards won't get away with this!" screamed Bakura for about the millionth time. As they had before, his torturers didn't acknowledge him. This, of course, didn't do any good to Bakura's already dangerously high temper.

"You'll all pay you motherfuckers I swear I'll----!"

"Hey do any of you want to get a soda?" asked Malik loudly over Bakura's foul language. Everyone, save Ryou and Bakura, nodded their heads in agreement, exiting the room in a group. Ryou and Bakura were left alone.

"Bakura!" hissed Ryou looking over his left shoulder.

"What?" snapped Bakura, looking over his right shoulder.

"Bakura!" Ryou turned his head to the left.

"What?" Bakura turned his head to the right.

"Bakura!"

"What?"

"Bakura!"

"What?"

"Bakura!"

"WHAT?" roared Bakura, anger flaring. Ryou froze for a moment before asking:

"Wasn't this in a movie or something?"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Like I would know. You're the one who watches those things you call 'movies'." Ryou gave an exasperated sigh.

"Forget it. We need to get out of here. They put mascara on me. Mascara! I can't take it anymore." Bakura could relate, and he wanted to get out right now. And he had an idea.

"Why don't we stand up, move the chairs and walk to the door? That could work. Yes, it will work." Bakura sounded so smug when he told Ryou his plan, Ryou almost felt bad about pointing out the obvious.

"Um, Bakura? How are we going to get through the hallway?" Bakura's face fell. He hadn't thought of that. Crap.

"Just do it," snapped Bakura, unwilling to admit his cute little Hikari had a point. Crud, he did it again. Bakura vaguely wondered if there was a pill for this. ThenRyou snapped him back into reality.

"Well, if we want to make it out before they get back then we have to leave now." And so they stood up as best they could and hobbled over to the hall.

Now came the tricky part. Bakura went first, wanting to be leader.

"Why can't I be leader?" whined Ryou.

"Because I said so," answered Bakura snappily.

Inch by merest inch, the two made it down the hall and no trouble so far. They had made it to the front door, letting out sighs of relief. All that was left was to get out the door.

"Alright, now all we have to do is---," Bakura was cut off as the sound of Yami's voice floated down to them from the living room.

"Pear head and Snowball are missing!" Despite the horrible nicknames, Ryou and Bakura both felt dread and a rush of adrenalin as they scuttled over to the front door. Panting like dogs, Bakura shoved the door open with his knee just as they heard Yami and the others come rushing up behind them.

"Hurry Bakura!" shrieked Ryou as Jounouchi came sprinting into view.

Bakura finally got throughthe door and heforced him and Ryou out onto the sidewalk.

"FREE AT LAST!" cried Bakura in triumph.

. . . . Or so he thought.

(Yawn) Sorry it's so short but I've had a rotten day and in just about every mental sentence I've been cursing people out. Just like, well, Bakura was but only in my head. I'd never say that out loud.

Anyway, I hope you don't think it sucks too much and I'll write soon.