Ore no Gakuen

Chapter Three: The Bachelor's Night Out Part 2

The three of them had just finished their meal. Marik now was mixing his odd combination of Pepsi and Vodka; Touzoku was swigging down his second bottle of beer, and Bakura was picking at his last sushi.

Night had fallen now. The large clock upon the wall read 8:15 (the three of them had actually spent more time talking than eating). All of the lights had been dimmed now, and most of the people dining had left. The tables had been swept out of the wall and pushed/stacked up against the wall, clearing the way for expanding the dance floor. The bar was the only thing lit now, excluding the disco lights and the flashing decorations and spotlights. A great big digital clock was projected up on the ceiling, so anyone looking up could see the time sprawled across teh ceiling in digital format.

The band in the corner were taking their break (Bakura was very thankful for that) and the DJ was now taking over temporarily. They were playing a variety of music, mostly dance, pop, and rock. Marik, satisfied with his meal, looked over at the dance floor. Since it was only eight, there was a decent crowd dancing, but the really wild ones didn't come out until nearly ten or eleven. Marik was considering if he should join the fun when Touzoku decided for them.

"Let's dance," Touzoku stood up. Bakura snorted.

"No thank you," he replied, sipping on his water. "Imagine, dancing among those miserable mortals?" His red eyes flickered to the dance floor fleetingly. "Although you have to give them a little credit. I never knew one's derriere could do all that until I saw these people dancing..."

Marik snorted in return and took a sip of his drink. "Yes, Bakura, our asses are used in a lot more ways other than just sitting..."

"They're like...our commercial," Touzoku offered. "You know. A bit of a free show of what else we can do..."

Bakura groaned. "Oh good God, Tozouku. Spare us the X-rated-ness."

"Ah, naw, I just wanted to talk about the birds and the bees," Touzoku replied sarcastically. He ran a hand through his hair, rustling it up even more. He flashed a grin. "Well. I'm going. You coming, Marik?"

"Going to dance, boys?" Mai had returned. Her apron was off, but she was still holding a tray and two bottles of beer. Smirking, she eyed Touzoku up and down. "Well, well, Tozouku. You look like you're going to have a good time."

Touzoku grinned. "You betcha."

Mai's smirk grew and she placed one of the bottles on the table. "Here hon. Have one on the house. To get you going."

Touzoku's grin grew. "Awesome! Thanks!" He immediately grabbed it and chugged half of it down. Bakura groaned again and covered his eyes with a hand, pretending to be disgusted. Mai laughed lightly and placed the other bottle of beer in front of Bakura.

"Drink up, hun," she said. "This one's for you. You need a little more fun out there."

"Oh, one beer isn't going to get him going," Touzoku assured. He chugged some more beer down. "Get him a keg."

"I think you're the keg now," Marik said, eyeing the three bottles Touzoku had now consumed. "You're definitely not driving."

"Wait...Monsieur Vampire here is your designated driver?" Mai asked incredulously, thumbing towards Bakura, who still had not even touched the beer. She quickly grabbed it out of his reach. "Good thing you've told me. Wouldn't want my best customers in a car wreck." She slid the bottle to Touzoku. "Here hon. Have that one too."

Touzoku looked like he had just recieved Christmas several months early.

"You're going to intoxicate him," Marik warned, eyeing Touzoku recklessly snatching the fourth bottle. Wisely, Marik grabbed it out of Touzoku's hands. "Give that to me, you ass." He handed it back to Mai. "If he's still standing when we leave, then you can give it to him." Marik's eyes flashed dangerously at the oldest one. "I'm not dragging him home when he's drunk."

Mai had to laugh. "Oh Ishtar, let him have a little fun."

Marik scowled. "He's going to have all the fun he needs. He drank three beers, Mai."

"And I can go for another!" Touzoku shouted. He smacked his fist into his palm. "Yeah!! Alright! Who's up for some dancing?"

Mai laughed. "Wait a moment, hon." She gestured to their table; although they had finished dinner, the plates had not yet been cleared. In fact, Bakura still had his last sushi. She held out her hand, and narrowed her eyes at Touzoku. "Pay up hon."

Touzoku arched an eyebrow at her hand, before grumbling. "Oh fine..." Everyone began to rustle in their pockets for their money. Marik threw a in a twenty, Bakura threw in another, and Touzoku begrudgingly got out his wallet, and handed her an extremely battered twenty and a crisp ten. "Say, Mai, have you got a night-job too?" Touzoku grinned. Mai scoffed loudly and threw him back his ten.

"Pervert," she snorted. Touzoku snickered and pocketed his money. She looked back at the other two. "Well? Anything else you guys might want before I clear the table? Anything to go?"

Marik gestured to his Pepsi and Vodka. "Just another Pepsi."

Bakura shrugged. "A bottle of water, Mai-san."

Mai nodded. "And you, Touzoku?"

"Just the beer, thanks," Touzoku said, making sure his wallet was secure in his back pocket. "Oh, er, yeah," he raised up his hand innocently. "Can I get your bra to go please?"

Whack.

There was a few moments of silence. Mai stared, Marik arched an eyebrow cynically. Bakura had his hand in the air, chopsticks poised in the postion of utmost grace. And Tozuoku's left eye was sporting a sushi.

"Wow." Marik looked rather impressed. "Sushi in the eye. That's pretty good aim, Bakura."

Bakura said nothing as he put away his utensils, pocketing them in his inner breast pocket of his jacket. "For once in your life, Touzoku," Bakura hissed, his horns rising again, "be a gentleman." Bristling, Bakura buttoned up his jacket and headed onto the dance floor. "Ikuyo, Ishtar-san."

Touzoku merely stood there, his right eye twitching. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed the sushi and threw it onto his plate, wiping his left eye angrily.

"Fucking bastard," Touzoku growled. "It was just a joke..."

Marik said nothing and stood up. He grabbed the beer in Mai's hand and shoved it in Touzoku's hand. "Here." Passing Mai, he gave her another five-dollar-bill. "One more for when we leave," Marik said lowly to Mai. Touzoku swore a little under his breath and ripped the cap off his beer. After chugging the whole contents of it in a mere ten seconds, he shoved Marik violently aside and headed to the dance floor. Mai remained where she was, watching the two white-haired ones cynically as they entered the crowds of dancing youngsters.

"It's been a few years now," Mai said, sighing indifferently. "You'd think they'd be more nicer to each other after so many years together."

"Gee, you'd think," Marik replied sarcastically. He finished his drink and handed it to Mai. "Pay no attention to them. They'll cool off sooner or later."

"Is he still always that intense?" Mai asked, balancing everything onto her tray. Marik snorted and shrugged.

"Who knows?" He 'hmphed' and placed his jacket onto the seat. "I better go. Whenever Bakura starts speaking Japanese to me it usually means he's in a bad mood."

"They'll cool down," Mai repeated from Marik.

Marik shrugged indifferently and stepped down from the steps. "Oh, and ah..." He turned back and smirked at Mai. "Keep the change."

Smirking, Mai shook her head and departed towards the kitchens. Meanwhile, Marik had already disappeared in the crowd of people.

"You're not going to enjoy the fun, dear?" Mai asked, as she slid behind the bar. The white-haired male turned to her, blinking so innocently Mai had to smile.

"Er...no," Ryou admitted. He glanced at the crowd of dancing people. "I'm...really not much of a dancer."

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't try," Mai insisted. She hopped onto her bartender's stool (on wheels too!) and slid next to the boy. "What's troubling you, dear?"

Ryou shrugged and put his book down. "I don't know," he said unsurely. "I've always been...a little shy."

Mai smiled widely. "That you are," she teased, lightly pushing him in the shoulder. "Listen honey, you're not going to get through life just watching it. Live a little. Have a little fun."

Ryou blushed. "But I...don't know how to."

Mai waved her hand nonchalantly. "Ah, it's easy. Just let loose. Be yourself. Say hi to strangers and just do your thing." She took a look at the crowd. "And I don't know what's with this resturaunt and albinos. You sure you've got no older brother, Ryou?"

Ryou shook his head. "No," he said softly. "No, I don't."

Mai 'hmn'ed thoughtfully and shook her head. "Well, anyways. Come on, join Ishtal out there. It looks like he's having a lot of fun."

Indeed, Malik could be seen quite clearly in the crowds of people, laughing, dancing, swivelling his hips and flinging his gorgeous blond hair back. Girls were squealing and men were hooting alike as Malik did his thing.

Ryou smiled fondly at his friend. "Yeah, yeah he is."

Mai gave the little one a shove. "Come on, join him." She gave Ryou a wink. "Have a little fun before something goes wrong." Here, her violet eyes lingered on the tall shadow of Touzoku, who had forgotten being pissed off at Bakura and was dancing like crazy. "Er, you better go now, hon." She shoved Ryou off the seat. "Any minute now that big one over there's going to break something."

Ryou blinked, confused, but Mai had already pushed him off his seat and disappeared into the kitchen. Before he finally took a step onto the dance floor, he thought he had heard her yell, "Jackson! Get the mop and first aid kit ready!". Ryou shrugged, not quite understanding what she had meant, but decided to take her advice and entered the dance foor.

"This is awesome!!" Touzoku threw his fist in the air in beat with the music. "YEAH!!"

Marik laughed and threw his head back, letting his blond hair slid flick back off his shoulders. "Got your eye on anyone yet?" Marik asked, swivelling his hips slowly and seductively. A few girls crowded at the stacked tables gasped and pointed at Marik. Marik chuckled lowly to himself and arched his back. The girls squealed and moaned softly.

"No, not yet," Touzoku said, dancing a lot more faster than Marik. He bobbed his head back and forth, white hair shaking crazily. "YEAH! WHOO!!"

Bakura, meanwhile, had found them, and was not dancing, merely strutting past the many people who were. Women and their gazes follwed him simutaneously, eyeing his lovely grace and elegance. His long white hair flowed naturally behind him, as though on an invisible wind. A mysterious bachelor handsome and dark as the moonlight itself.

"This music is awesome!!" Touzoku cheered, jumping up and down. Rock had always been his favourite genre. "YEEEEAAAAH!"

"One more broken note and I swear I will become deaf!" Bakura yelled to Marik over the chaos.

Marik rolled his eyes, patience ending, and shoved Bakura back into the crowd. "Just shut up and enjoy yourself, you ass!"

Indignant, Bakura scowled darkly and disappeared back into the crowd. Almost as quickly as he disappeared, another figure emerged, and bumped lightly into Touzoku.

"Ne, what do we have here?" Touzoku looked down and saw the tanned, blond boy who was dancing happily away. "Oh...hey Malik."

"Touzoku!" Malik looked up and saw the gym teacher. "Hmn. Didn't think you'd be here."

"Liar," Touzoku snorted. "We're here practically every week."

Malik snickered and danced around Touzoku. "Good music choice today."

"That's what I said!" Touzoku exclaimed. "Geez. Some of us just have better tastes than others."

At this point, Marik turned around, and met eyes with Malik. They didn't exchange much hellos, though Malik did nod a little at Marik. Marik merely stared back.

"I borrowed your motorbike, by the way," Malik said as he danced by Marik. "I promise I won't dent it."

"You better not," Marik growled, his voice very low.

Malik smiled sweetly. "Promise."

Marik 'hmphed' again and continued dancing. "If you so much as ding it..."

"I won't, geez."

"Malik!"

Quickly, Malik turned to see who had called him; when he looked back, Marik was gone. Sighing, Malik merely shrugged; the other must have found someone of interest and left.

In Marik's place, Ryou came squeezing through. Being the usual clumsy one that he was, Ryou nearly tripped onto Malik, but bumped into Touzoku instead.

"Kay, what is with all these people hitting on me?" Touzoku looked down again. "Oh. It's you. Hey Puffhead."

Ryou scowled a little, (a cute expression Malik thought.) and looked up. "Oh." He blushed. "Hello Touzoku," he smiled softly.

Touzoku grinned in return. "Yeah, of course it's me. Who else calls you Puffhead around here?"

Ryou blushed a little again and shook his head. "Malik," he reached out a hand. "I have no idea how to dance..."

Malik laughed and took Ryou's hand. "Well then, watch the master, Puffhead!"

Ryou groaned and glared at Malik. "No one calls me Puffhead, Ishtal..."

"I do," Touzoku chirped happily, grinning evilly when Ryou shot him a glare.

"Puffhead!" Malik sang. "Come dance with me, Puffhead!"

And so forth, Ryou was dragged along with Malik behind Touzoku. "No..no, Malik, no, NO ONE calls me Puffhead...!"

Touzoku couldn't help but grin.

"Hey Bakura," Marik came up to the male who was eyeing the band with great hatred. "Hmn. Finally going through your Enemies List tonight?"

Bakura growled again and snapped towards Marik. "You know what?" Bakura hissed. "As soon as this song is over, I swear, I am going to go up there and..."

"Cause a scene?" Marik suggested. "Teach them a lesson? Gut them and stuff their guts down their throat?"

"Oh, all of them seem so appealing," Bakura admitted, finally smirking a little. His fangs twinkled a little as his smirk turned into a grin. "You know, gutting them wouldn't be too bad..."

Marik chuckled darkly. "I would lend you my Swiss Army knife, but then again, I would be, what's it called, assissting in the crime of murder one..."

"Not murder, merely torture," Bakura corrected, almost gently.

Marik laughed loudly and continued to dance. "After this song?"

Bakura's red eyes flashed. "Oh yes. After this song."

"Good luck."

Just perfectly, the band ended their song. Eyes flashing again, Bakura swiftly climbed onto the steps of the stage.

"Have fun!" Marik called after him.

"So...you looking for someone tonight?" Touzoku asked Malik over the noise. Malik shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Ditto."

Malik sighed. "You know, for once, I just want to meet that perfect guy, you know? Forget school, forget marking, and just meet that special person..."

"Guy?" Touzoku repeated, looking over at Malik weirdly.

Malik blushed. "Oh! Er, girl, significant one, you know," Malik laughed hurriedly. "You know."

Touzoku blinked at Malik, before shrugging. "Yeah, okay." He continued to dance like crazy. "Guy, girl, doesn't matter to me."

Shaking his head, Malik was about to say something, when suddenly the music was interrupted by feedback. A soft voice hissed over the speakers.

"Can you play this song?"

"Automatic? You mean -"

"Yeah. By Hikaru Utada. Can you play it?"

"B-But, sir, it's in Japanese..."

"Play it, snivelling one, not sing it..."

There was feedback once more. Some people had stopped dancing to look up at the stage; since it was dark, it was hard to tell the newest shadow that had placed itself in front of the mike. The gutarist and pianist looked bewildered. The vocalist, a young male, looked at them confusedly.

"Play it," the shadow snarled.

Immediately the other members of the band stiffened and nodded. "Yes sir."

The music started up. It was pretty engaging, pretty fun. But everyone was too busy noticing the shadow who had now appeared in the spotlight. His long white hair flickered lightly as he bent over the mike, his black jacket open, his tie slighty undone.

"Minna-san...Konbanwa." He straightened. "Yeah..."

His breath ushered over the speakers.

"Y-yeah...can't help but feel...aliivvve...yeah yeah."

The music started again. Once it rose, Bakura flickered back his hair. He closed his eyes and brought the mike close to his lips.

When his voice began to float over the speakers, Malik had to stop. He gazed up at the risen corner - he was too far to tell the facial appearance of the singer, but he was not too far away to appreciate that voice.

Time slowly stopped for Malik.

There was a faint drumroll, and that voice...that soft, yet deep rich voice...floated from the speakers.

"On the seventh bell

You answered the phone...

Although I didn't say my name

You instantly knew by my voice..."

At the voice, Touzoku raised his head. Scowling, he shook his head.

"Show-off."

Slowly, Bakura took a step forward; his eyes remained closed. Malik found himself slowly swaying from side to side, finding the beat of the melody through instinct. He was too busy listening to that strange, encapturing voice.

"Naturally, from the lips

the melody falls out

but the time when I don't know what to say...

...that is the happiest time of all."

Again, Touzoku shook his head. Several girls had already stopped dancing, and just instead, turned to listen to Bakura. Marik had returned by now, finding Touzoku.

"Hmn. You'd think he'd start a career with that voice, but he's too arrogant to."

"I can sing in Japanese too," Touzoku scowled. Marik chuckled at Touzoku's jealousy and began dancing along with him.

"Really now? Are you any good?"

Touzoku wrinkled hise nose.

"Sing the next verse," Marik commanded. He turned to face Bakura. "Let's see if you're any better than he is."

"Even on days that bad events occured

It all flies away when I see you

I can't see you, my rainy days

When I hear you voice, it's automatic, sun will shiiine."

Marik shuddered. "Oh god. For this reason exactly I ask you never to sing in the shower."

Touzoku swore and body-checked Marik. Laughing darkly, Marik punched his friend back.

"It's AUTOMATIC!

Just being near

Just being looked at by those eyes

My feelings just won't stop

(I don't know why)

I can't say no

I just caaan't help..."

Malik felt himself smiling broadly; the music was getting really pumped up now; many people were dancing together. He began to dance too, swiftly, sexily, the way he had always been known to do. A spotlight found him and Malik continued to dance, not the least bit shy.

"It's AUTOMATIC!!!

When you hold me

It's like I'm in paradise with you

It's so bright

(I don't know why)

When I close my eyes, soon enough

I feel so good

It's AUTOMATIC!"

Bakura swivelled his hips; bringing cries and cheers from the many girls dancing.

"O-Oh yeah...yeah yeah..."

Ryou came up to Malik. "Um...Malik?" he yelled over the noise. "I'm going to sit down, okay?"

"Yeah!!" Malik called back. A crowd was beginning to gather around his spotlight. "You do that!" His eyes flickered back to the band. The shadow was dancing lightly, but not anything daring. Malik found himself wishing the singer would do something sexy, but the man didn't.

"That vague attitude

makes me feel so uncomfortable

the fact that I'm deeply in love

...I think I'll keep it a secret for a little while more...!"

The music started up again. Malik threw himself back and shimmied a little bit, relishing in the light and basking in the music. The voice was just that beautiful.

"Even on days that kindness was harsh

You always told me the truth, no matter what.

Can't cry alone on those rainy days (yeah yeah...)

Touching the ring...

look over there, the sun will shiiine."

The white-haired singer threw his hair back lightly - several girls squealed and swooned. Malik found himself feeling hyped up even more when the music got louder, more bouncy, increasing to a dramatic climax. He gave a whoop and swivelled his hips - the crowd around him cheered and whistled, shouting encouragements.

"It's AUTOMATIC!!

Just being near...

my body gets all hot

I can't hide this surprise

(I don't know why)

I can't even breathe

I just can't help..."

Bakura smirked lightly, tilting his head up and bringing the mike closer to his lips.

"It's AUTOMATIC!!

When I try to access it

Inside the computer screen

the words blink, chika-chika,

and when I place my hand on it,

I feel so warm...!"

Feeling the climax of the song rising, the crowd about cheered, and the lights flashed. Bakura's smirk grew briefly, before he vocalized louder - that's right, louder, his voice booming off the speakers as they vibrated throughout the dark, flashing room. Malik jumped happily about two feet in the air, so happy that the song finally was at its great height - more dancing!!

"IT'S AUTOMATIC!

JUST BEING NEAR...

I don't think of it as important

...It's just that I need it...

(I don't know why)

Probably because I'm lonely...

I just NEED YOU...

IT'S AUTOMATIC!!!!!!!"

The crowd shouted, screamed and cheered uproariously. Malik finished in a pose; the spotlight was now on him, and on him alone...Several people cheered at him, whooping and whistling and squealing. The silkly voice over the mike rose, so filled of great emotion...

"WHENEVER YOU HOLD ME...!!

It's like I'm with you in paradise yeah...

It's so bright, flashing flashing ...

(I don't know why)

When I close my eyes, soon enough whoa whoa YEAH...!

I feel sooo g-goood yeah...

IT'S AUTOMATIC!!!"

The crowed roared again, clapping now, shouting, whooting so loudly. Many of them have stilled their dancing and was merely watching the two spectators. Marik and Touzoku, finally deciding rest, were standing at the back; both their eyes turned from Malik to Bakura and back occassionally. Marik looked amused, and Touzoku had a smirk on his face - his arms crossed over his chest. He looked this close to rolling his eyes again, but seemed to stop.

Over the speakers, Bakura's voice dropped again; so soft, so sexy...

"Tell me w-whyyyyaiaiaii? Hmnnnaii...Iiii just you want here with me...

Tell me whyyy...?"

Slowing down, Malik swirled lightly on his feet, waving his arms lightly.

"Automatic...oohhh, I wanna meet you..."

The music continued to slow, with occasional hyper beats in between. The crowd was clapping already. Back at the bar, Mai was watching, a smile on her face. Ryou was sitting on his barstool, happily clapping away - he had enjoyed the song, just like everyone else.

"Go Malik!" Ryou cheered.

"I don't know...(why)

...it's AUTOMATIC!

Baby I need you

I don't know ...what...

Oh Baby, I want you right now...!"

Nearly exhausted, Malik grinned brightly and threw his hands in the air. His hair was glistening with sweat, but damn, that was awesome! Even Marik in the back clapped his hands...albeit twice and very shortly. Touzoku was whooping along with the rest of the loud crowd, being the loud one that he always was.

Smiling, Malik stood in his position, gaining his breath. He briefly looked back over the stage; the singer had not departed yet, but the shadow still hung over his face.

"Automatic...

I want you to need me..."

The singer cocked his hips from side to side to the remaining beat. His voice dripped over the mike again.

" Iiii don't know what..."

He suddenly raised his head, and for a moment, the lights shone on his bright red eyes. The crowd temporarily gasped and ooohed and the coincidental effect.

"IT'S AUTOMATIC!!!"

The song ended abruptly, but the crowd was cheering once more. Girls in the front jumped up and down, and boys in the back were whooping and throwing their fists in the air (Touzoku among them.) Ryou stood up from his barstool to clap very fast, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Malik released his breath, sagging a little; the spotlight stopped its glare on him and Mai's voice came from over the intercoms.

"And there you are, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for that hot sexy little blond over there - gorgeous dancing dear!"

The crowd agreed and clapped again. The girls in the front squealed in appreciation for the nth time that night.

"And there you are too, ladies and gentlemen - that demon of a singer, give it up for ----"

"--for someone who can sing a damn note," Bakura's voice interrupted. He nodded his head briefly to the crowd. "Yokatta ne, minnayo...?" There was a soft snort followed by terrible feedback- Bakura had swung the mike back to the original lead singer without turning it off. "You were sharp when the note was flat, by the way," Bakura whispered harshly as he jumped off the stage. The poor lead singer merely stood there, holding the mike, feeling utterly humiliated now.

The crowd came to swarm Bakura, but deftly, Bakura slid into the shadows of the restuarant, and, in the temporary moments of darkness, managed to evade the crowd and headed over to Marik and Touzoku.

"Not bad," Marik said, smirking mildly when Bakura returned. Touzoku snorted a bit here and there, not acutally having anything to say.

"Yeah...yeah, not bad," Touzoku echoed Marik. Bakura shot him a glare and huffed.

"I detest music that is not sung properly," he said, dusting off the creases in his jacket again. He looked up at Marik. "Ishtar-san, that song exhausted me. I'm ready to go home."

Marik arched his eyebrow and glared at Bakura back. "It's only ..." He looked at the digital clock. "...10:30."

"Aw, man, but that's so early," Touzoku whined. Bakura ignored the oldest one and took a look at his own watch.

"Really, Marik," Bakura continued coldly, "if we want to get an early night's sleep..."

"That's the whole point of Bachelor's Night Out. So we don't get any and sleep in tomorrow."

"The orchestra has a rehearsal tomorrow."

"For fuck's sake, Bakura, can't you just forget about school for once?" Touzoku's voice cut in.

"You, Coach Sweat-a-Lot, have a practice tomorrow at three, do you not?"

"No," Touzoku protested angrily. "I have it on Sun..." He paused for a moment. "Oh shit, you're right...that is tomorrow, isn't it...?"

Marik shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Knowing you, you'd get up just five minutes before three tomorrow anyways," he said darkly. Touzoku's shoulders sagged.

"Okay, I made us late once and you nearly fucking broke my jaw..."

"You were late more than just 'once', Touzoku..."

"Oh yeah? Name one time I did, other than the time you chucked me at the fucking ceiling fan."

"Hmn, er, let me think -" Marik pretended to think hard very sarcastically. "Our last Bachelor's Night Out, our Awards Ceremony, our job interview..."

Touzoku scowled. "I said one, not Santa's fucking Christmas list."

Marik rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Fine, we may as well go home," he growled. Overall, it was the Designated Driver's choice; and this time, Bakura was the Designated Driver.

Bakura, though cold and indifferent, wasn't an idiot. He could tell that neither of the older companions wanted to leave. Shaking his head, Bakura got his keys.

"Idiots," Bakura snorted. "We don't have to hang about a stupid bar anyway to have fun."

"Yeah?" asked Touzoku bitterly, not happy at all about going or being accused of being late. "Where?"

Bakura sent him a steely glare. "If you two will stop pouting like insolent children, I personally have several bags of...what do you call those ... popcorn at home and a stack of horror movies..."

Marik arched his eyebrow at the mention of horror movies."Intriguing," he admitted. "Is this your way of fantasizing your morbid ways of dealing with your Enemies List?"

"Oh, everytime I pop in Ringu I imagine that little girl clawing away at another horrible singer we've heard at this bar," Bakura replied happily.

Exhaling shortly, Touzoku's shoulders sagged again. "Fine, we'll watch some horror movies at home," he said dejectedly. Bakura closed his eyes impatiently.

"Shimattayo, Touzoku!!" Bakura swore in Japanese.

Marik smirked. "You forget Bakura has secretly stashed his PS2 and a Japanese version of DDR in his closet."

At this, Touzoku's eyes instantly brightened. "DDR?" he echoed, an evil tinge to his voice. His red-brown eyes turned to Bakura. "You play DDR?"

"Of course not," Bakura retorted huffily. "...Well, not anymore," he admitted sourly.

Touzoku's face brightened considerably after that admission. "That's okay," he said happily. "Horror movies are fine."

Bakura narrowed his eyes dangerously at the eldest one, before snapping away and strutting off towards the door. Marik laughed lowly and walked over to the bar, picking up his jacket.

"He's going to hate me for bringing that up," Marik snickered. He slipped on his jacket.

Touzoku still looked very happy. "So the Vampire does have a life outside his piano..." Touzoku snickered. "You know, for I a while, I seriously thought he was having an affair with that thing."

The two older companions laughed. Mai heard and came to the bar with the bottle of beer and handed it to Touzoku.

"You were a good boy tonight," Mai smirked. Touzoku scowled.

"Uh huh. Don't fucking degrade me, Kujaku."

Mai laughed, enjoying ticking Touzoku off. "Sorry you didn't pick up any girls tonight, dear." She leaned over the bar. "Although -" Here she whispered softly. "I have a secret to tell you..."

Touzoku blinked. "Huh? What?"

Smirk growing, Mai beckoned the other with her finger. Dumbfoundedly, Touzoku merely followed, thinking that she wanted to whisper something into his ear. When they got close enough though, Mai gave Touzoku a smart kiss on the cheek.

The response was halarious. Touzoku instantly snapped away, cheeks aflame. Mai laughed good-heartedly and Marik roared in laughter.

"Aw, Touzoku - sweetie," Mai giggled. Marik was laughing so hard he was leaning against the bar.

"Ra, Touzoku, you suck when it comes to women!!!"

Even more cutely, Touzoku couldn't say anything back. His cheeks were still tinted rather red.

Laughing, Mai took pity on Touzoku and ran around the bar, giving him a hug. "Aww, honey," she cooed, when he tried to turn away from her. "We were just joking, honey, you're so cute when you blush."

"I'm not fucking cute!" Touzoku protested, though his voice was hoarse so it didn't do very much good. "And get off me, you woman!" He ripped his arms away, freeing himself. "Your cleavage is so ... so..."

"Big?" Mai offered.

Touzoku made a face. "Yes! Big! Damn you!"

He stood there, looking just a tad bit flustered. Marik and Mai were still laughing around him, although Marik's laughter had died off a little. Mai was still giggling.

"You're too cute, honey," Mai repeated affectionately.

For a moment, Touzoku was still breathing rather harshly, trying to get the color to drain out of his cheeks. However, as soon as he started to calm himself down, his eyes twinkled a little bit with growing mischevousness. Mai was too busy looking all smug and smirky to notice though.

"Just adora-MPH!"

Catching her totally off-guard, Touzoku had swept Mai right against the bar, catching her tightly with his body. His arms gripped the bar on both sides of Mai, trapping her, his lips crushed against hers, eyes closed. For a moment, Mai's eyes grew wide, but briefly they glazed over as Touzoku's mouth began to move slowly against hers. In fact, Mai came this close to closing her eyes too, before recognition sparked across her face, and she smacked Touzoku's in response.

"Damn you, Touzoku!"

But Touzoku wasn't the least bit fazed. In fact, when his face came around to meet hers, he was sporting the most smug grin ever.

"Was there anything adorable about that, Kujaku?" he asked, his voice low and sexy. Mai looked flustered for a moment, before her other hand came up to hit him again; this time he caught it, grin growing even wider.

"I thought not."

For a moment, Mai looked like as if she was furious enough to kick him in the crotch, but then, her annoyed expression faded. She tore her hand away from his. Snorting, she turned away from him, looking over her shoulder as she crossed her arms across her breasts defiantly.

"Not bad," she admitted, smirking. Her fingers came up to distantly touch her slightly-puffy lips. "...Damn, Touzoku."

Touzoku looked extremely pleased with himself. From behind him, Marik's was making the most amusing expressions - those caught between shock, embarrasement, and amusement. Mostly shock. Touzoku snickered.

"Now...unless you want to do more than that tonight..." Touzoku's smirk became smug again, "...I think we should probably go. Bakura's going to throw a fit if we don't get out soon."

Right on cue, there was a sharp honk of a horn. Touzoku's grinned again. "And there he is..."

Mai snorted again. "Shoo!" she waved her hand at him. "Get away from here, you tall, sexy pervert, you..."

Touzoku laughed cockily, before striding towards the door. "See you next week, Mai!"

Shaking his head, Marik followed after Touzoku. Passing by Mai, he nodded at her goodnight, finally recomposing himself.

Mai smirked and stopped Marik too. But Marik immediately gave her a gaze that clearly stated that he was not interested.

"No thank you, Kujaku," he smirked, amethyst eyes turning dark and indifferent. "You've already had one tall sexy pervert tonight..."

Bursting out in indignant laughter, Mai gave Marik very unlady-like shove. "Get out of my sight, Ishtar."

Marik laughed, a deep, low, and hard laugh, and climbed up the steps towards the door. "With pleasure, Kujaku."

Mai merely rolled her eyes in retort, watching as the solemnest of the three finally left the establishment. Sighing, Mai collapsed onto a barstool.

They had been her best customers for nearly five years now. Mai smiled softly. The fun times you spend with those three...The Fiery one, the Bitter one, and the Tall, Dark and Dangerous one...

Mai's smile disappeared, and in its replacement, her smirk returned. Reluctantly, she brought her fingers up to her lips again. Her mind fleetingly thought of the 'Fiery' one and the kiss he had left.

"Damn he's a good kisser," Mai whispered to herself.

"Finally," Ryou breathed. It was nearly eleven at night now, and only now did Malik finally decided to leave the bar. Exhausted, Ryou climbed onto the motorbike after Malik; safely attaching his helmet, Ryou then securely wrapped his arms around Malik's waist, waiting for the blond to go home.

But the blond was still for a moment, as though in deep thought. Ryou looked over Malik's shoulder hesitantly, not sure if Malik was just going to trick him into letting his gaurd down and then veering off the road like crazy. "Malik?"

Malik smiled and looked over his shoulder. "Ready?"

Ryou nodded. "Yep." He tightened his hold on Malik. "What's up? You seem a little distant. Tired from all that dancing?"

Malik grinned. "Well, that too." He revved up the engine. "Hey...you know that singer tonight? The one who sang in Japanese or whatever?"

"Yeah?" asked Ryou.

"Do we know him?"

Ryou thought about it a bit. "Maybe," he said slowly. "I think he's the school conductor, acutally..."

"Conductor?" Malik repeated blankly.

Ryou shrugged. "I'm not sure either." The white-haired boy snuggled closer to his friend. "My room is on the other side of the school - and the band room - I only hear from the school conductor whenever we have an Assembly, and even then, I don't see him very often."

Malik nodded. "That explains it," he said. "I never go to those Assemblies."

"You should," Ryou scolded lightly.

Malik snickered. "Maybe one day. When they're not so incredibly boring."

Ryou huffed and nudged Malik. "Let's just get home." A yawn followed that statement. "I'm ...really tired."

Malik laughed. "You are no party animal, Ryou, that's for sure."

The engine started, and the two slowly slid onto the main road. Halfway through their trip, Malik felt the other slowly slump against him, totally relaxed. Shaking his head, Malik carefully placed a hand over Ryou's at his waist, making the sure the other wouldn't fall off. Thankfully, Ryou was still partially awake- there was that soft mumble against his back.

Smiling, Malik took a right turn, and the two of them headed home after an exciting, exhausting night.

Ouch, my hand hurts. For this reason, the ending was a little crappy, but that's alright, it wasn't important anyways.

The banter in this chapter was not as good, mostly cause I'm acutally not a very humorous person by day, so this was a little weird. I kinda wanted just to show their fun quirky side before showing their real in-characterness...Marik will end up becoming a bit more serious, I promise. He's actually really dark in comparison to Touzoku and Bakura in here, but that's only if he's seen alone, and not by those who are familiarto him (like Touzoku and Bakura.)

Anyways I hope you guys all enjoyed this so far...please read adn review!! it fuels faster and quicker chapters!

For those who want the Japanese lyrics, just look up Automatic by Hikaru Utada. I've changed the translations a little to fit the song, but they all mean the same time. I've just added words like "so" and "a lot" and stuff like that. Not anythign too significant. I was listening to the Remix actually; the real song is much slower.

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