AN: I love all the people who reviewed! Lots of sugar and Ryou plushies for all! Sorry for the wait, I kinda got hit by writers block…eh heh heh heh…But here ya go! Next chapter's probably going to be the last one so enjoy
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In the Previous Chapter:
"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.
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Whoda thunk Hikari-mine could run so fast? I mean, this kid was motoring! To a strip club, no less! Wait wait wait wait wait…how the hell does he know where a strip club is! I reach up and brush away an imaginary tear. I've taught him well.
"We're here!" Hikari-mine's voice shattered my thoughts for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.
I looked up only to be blinded by the big blinking lights, flashing "Sugar and Spice." Hmm. Not too shabby, Hikari-mine. It was one of the tamer strip clubs, if there were such a thing, but still…Hikari-mine found this on his own. Perhaps he had been here before…I quickly shook the image of Ryou stuffing cash down some stripper's (lack of) clothes while giggling like a perverted old man from my head. Not something I really wanted to imagine. Besides, he can only stick cash in my…pockets…So I've had fantasies of being his (very dangerous) stripper. Bite me.
"Kura-kun, are you coming or not?" Hikari-mine whined from the entrance, earning a few odd looks from the bouncers. I sighed and walked forward to pay the bouncers to let both of us in.
"We don't let minors in," one of the bouncers growled while looking over his barrel chest and crossed arms at Hikari-mine.
I stared at the bouncer blankly before breaking out into gut-busting laughter. They thought that Hikari-mine was a minor. They probably also thought he was a girl. Not that I blame them for that. He does look rather young and extremely feminine. Not to mention he is a complete push-over. Then again, he DID know how to get here and he has had his moments of…roughness…that should count for something. But alas, these poor unsuspecting bouncers did not know these simple facts. So imagine their surprise when Hikari-mine (while doing a wonderful impersonation of the Great Tomb Robber Bakura, if I do say so myself) stormed up to them, thrust a finger onto one of their chests and glared.
"I am not a minor nor am I a pussy. Let me in. Damn it," Hikari-mine growled.
Mac (the biggest bouncer's new name, courtesy of me) looked a bit stunned but quickly recovered, "Fine, you can go in. But you," he turned to me, "no shirt, no service."
What! It's not my fault that Hikari-mine decided to drag my ass out here for my birthday without letting me get properly dressed! I was about to open my mouth and tell him so, but after some careful consideration, I figured it would be taken the wrong way and thus getting both of us kicked out. So I did the next best thing.
As I stepped over the prone bodies of the now-unconscious bouncers, Hikari-mine, being the nice boy that he is, looked down on them in pity.
"Ne, Kura-kun, do you really think you should have hit them that hard?" he questioned me meekly.
I laughed, "Of course! Those fools thought they could stop the Great Tomb Robber King! They were no better than those foolish guards in the tombs of the pharaohs!" I turned around and grabbed him by the arm, "Now come, Hikari-mine, for naked women await us!"
A few hours (and more than a few drinks) later, I was rather enjoying the company of a gifted young woman when a large beefy hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned around and stared drunkenly at the behemoth that was behind me. "Whadda ya want?" I slurred slightly.
"Sir, you must leave the club," the man glared down at me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a large lurking figure. It was one of the security guards that I had knocked out. He didn't look too pleased.
"What if I don't wanna?" I challenged the guard.
I found myself outside the club where I got to meet the sidewalk rather personally in a matter of seconds. "Come back here and fight like a man, you fucking pussies!" I shook my fist at what seemed to be the door.
"Kura-kun, are you okay!" Ah, the wonderful timing of my lighter half.
"Do I look like I'm okay? By the way, the sidewalk would really like to meet you too, so if you don't mind coming over here so I can introduce you…" I glared at his blurry form.
Hikari-mine just sighed, "I told you that hitting those guards was not a good idea. But since when have you ever listened to me?"
"Shut up. I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now," I picked myself up and started stumbling down the sidewalk.
Hikari-mine's voice called out in surprise, "Where are you going!"
I turned around slightly and snarled, "Home. So far my day has been completely shitty and totally fucked up. Do you know why? Because you decided it would be great if it was my birthday today. You invited those assholes over to our apartment. You dragged my sorry ass down here. Are you getting the picture!" I stormed off without another word. I heard Hikari-mine let out a contained sob but I didn't let that stop me. I was pissed. And damn it, whoever looked at me funny next was going to get my wonderful knife in their goddamned stomach.
When I reached the apartment, I threw open the door (after furiously jamming the key in the hole) and stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I collapsed in my bed, unable to hold my tears in. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Great King of Thieves was bawling his eyes out. Albeit a bit drunkenly, but I was so excited for this "birthday" that I was supposed to have. And look how it turned out. I sat up and screamed some of my frustration out, secretly hoping the neighbors would get so scared they'd move far away.
I was so bent on screaming and crying while throwing a hissy fit, I almost missed the soft "Bakura?" that issued from my doorway.
I whipped around and saw Hikari-mine standing in the doorway, hanging his head in shame. I bit my lip, waiting for something to happen.