AN: So I finally got around to updating it! Woot! Hope you enjoy!

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Still Bakura POV:

Last Chapter...

I whirled back into my room, threw on a pair of jeans and stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind me, missing Hikari-mine of course. I was going to kill Malik. And then kill the Pharaoh. And enjoy it immensely. Hell, it's my "birthday." I might as well get my fucking wish.

I stormed into the living room, stopping in the doorway and pounded my fist on the frame, shaking the room a bit.

"MALIK! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!"

Everybody in that room jumped about a foot when I did that. Including that spiky-haired fool whose name I had just yelled very loudly.

Malik turned his head in order to get a better look at me. "Yes, Kura-kun?" There was a slightly-more-than-very-evil smirk on his face.

I walked over to him and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Dead."

Unfortunately for me, that only served to feed his grin (how the hell does it grow that much? It's like it takes up his whole f-ing face!). "Come now, Kura-kun. Let's see a little demonstration," Malik practically purred with sarcasm.

"Yes, Thief. Let's see what you can do," a deeper voice sounded behind me. I dropped Malik and whirled around only to come face to face with the Pharaoh.

Now I most certainly did not want to do a little strip show for our favorite Pharaoh. That would be beyond humiliating. Besides, the only one allowed to even consider being able to see me dance around the kitchen while cooking and singing to "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred would be Hikari-mine. Not that I've ever done that. It was a hypothetical situation. Really.

As I was saying, there was no way in hell I was going to respond to that stupid Pharaoh. So I did what anyone in their right mind would do…I ran from the living room with tears welling up in my eyes. I got to my room, slammed the door shut and collapsed on my bed. Not even my knives would make me feel better. Besides, the Pharaoh and Malik only did what they did because they know I look totally hot in boxers and no ladies can resist me.

…Fuck. Why didn't I just say that to them instead of storming out of there like a freaking PMS queen? Damn it.

So I'm lying there sulking (it's my birthday, damn it! Isn't it supposed to be a good day!) when I heard a timid knock on the door. I all but growled a nice "WHAT!" at the door. Surprisingly the person on the other side did not squeak as what would normally happen. They must be used to my wrath. Hmm…Hikari-mine.

"Bakura-sama, could you please let me in?" Yup, it was Hikari-mine. I'm just that good. And he was using "-sama." He must want something desperately.

"Why! So you can ogle at my sexiness and then deny it just like everyone else!" I was not pouting. The Great Thief King Bakura does not pout.

"Ba-Ku-Raaaaaa…" Hikari-mine's voice sounded dangerously pleading. He really must want something. Like my body! I sighed. I guess no one can resist me. Even I can't resist me.

As I was contemplating the fact that I was cursed with such good looks that would make any fan girl swoon, Hikari-mine burst into my room. Apparently he thought my sigh was an OK to come in. I frown. That would not do. He was supposed to be better at reading my tantrums. Not that they happen frequently, of course. But I digress.

"I sent everyone home, Kura-kun," Hikari-mine looked sheepishly at the floor, "I didn't think they would upset you that much."

I snorted in contempt and turned my back on him, "Stupid Hikari-mine." Thankfully I was turned around so I missed the look of hurt that flashed across his face. But the damned mirror was right in front of me, so I really didn't miss it. I just chose to ignore it. And people say that I'm growing soft. Try to ignore the look of a hurt puppy and see just how soft you are!

I must have been muttering curses under my breath because Hikari-mine crept up on me ever so silently (I have taught him well) and proceeded whisper in my ear, "Kura-kuuuuuuun, watcha thinking about?" I just want it to be noted that I did not jump a foot in the air nor did I squeal. I will deny!

"I'm thinking about how I'm going to kill you if you keep doing that!" I screamed, and then added as an afterthought, "Damn it!"

Hikari-mine merely smiled at me, "Then what do you want to do to celebrate your birthday?"

"Go to a strip club," the words spilled out of my mouth faster than my brain could think of them. I blinked. Shit. Did I just request that? Hmm, I wonder what Hikari-mine's reaction will be…

"Okay! Let's go!" he squealed in his high-pitched voice (Y'know, the evil one he used to wake me up…) and then proceeded to drag me out of the house, half-dressed of course, towards the downtown district of Domino.