"What are you gasping at?" Bakura whispered.

"I-I…..f-found…them!" Marik said, grabbing them and showing Bakura. Bakura looked at the pants, and smiled devilishly. They both nod and leave the premises.

-BAKURA'S 1:30 A.M-

"The pharaoh wasn't there when they got home so the, well, actually Marik, started dancing. Soon enough, he broke out singing "LEATHER PANTS."

"Me and Bakura we will have our revenge, him and me will take you're leather pants!"

"Marik, please…."

"Wear, wear leather baby, work it, move you're tush, it's sexy!"

"Marik!"

"Je voudrais son, pantalon cuir, son pantalon!"

"What the bloody hell are you singing?"

"I don't know. It's in French, but I know it has something to do with the leather pants!" They were being too noisy, for they woke Ryou up, and he doesn't like to be woken up early. Bakura noticed and gulped.

"What is it Ba-"Marik started to say but stopped. Ryou was glaring lava-soaked daggers at a tomb-stealing kitty and an ex-tomb-keeping binky boy. They both gulped and looked away, sitting down on the couch to avoid his stare. A few moments later, Ryou left. Bakura sighed.

"You're brother can be scary sometimes."

"Yea, you're not here most of the time." Bakura sighed again, closing his eyes. Soon enough, he was asleep. Marik was watching him like a pedo. The, Marik also fell asleep, rolling into a dream full of purple clouds and midriff-showing tops.

-TIME SKIP MORNING 11:35-

Bakura woke up 2 hours after Marik did. What he noticed was that he was laying on Marik's lap.

"…..how…long have I been like this?" Bakura asked slowly.

"Before I even woke up." Marik said. Bakura sat up and stretched for 10 seconds. Then he let out a sigh. He was glad the leather pants thing was over with. Now no more drama with the damn pharaoh. Marik flopped on the couch, his head right next to Bakura's thigh.

"You're still sleepy?" Bakura questioned.

"A little." He yawned. Bakura left then came back with a bucket.

"What's that?" Marik asked, closing his eyes.

"Something to wake you up with." A second later, Marik was splashed with something cold.

"Hey, that's cold!" Marik jumped up and threw off his shirt. Bakura laughed and looked away.

"Get your shirt back on, Marik. I don't think we want the writer to go into detail."

"Yes, she can! But I'll tell you all anyways. I have an eight-pack, slight curves, and-"

"Marik, you're scaring the girls."

"No! They love it!"

"Ok, then." SPLASH.

"HEY?!"

"That's what you get for being annoying, Marik." Marik pouted and sat down, completely soaked.

"Well, at least I got my shower today."

"Yes, yes you did."