Wassup my bootiful biatches 3 so here is Chapter two! I hope you enjoy it! Again, sorry for OOCness!

Bakura stood in the kitchen; he just had a shower so his hair was especially fluffy after the overdose of conditioner. He was waiting for the water to boil in the kettle so that he could have a nice, strong tea to hopefully help his cold to go away. In the other room he could hear Ryou chatting away to Marik on the phone.

"He's still talking to him?" Bakura mumbled under his breath. Bakura overhead Ryou talking about what they would wear. Then there was a loud burst of giggles.

"I swear Ryou is actually a 12 year old girl" Bakura thought to himself while pouring milk in his fresh cup of tea.

Ryou had finally finished his two hour phone call with Marik, which was the same time that Bakura had finished his second cup of tea.

Ryou walked next to the sniffling Bakura.

"Marik said that he and Melvin would love to come!" Ryou said with every inch of cheerfulness Bakura could stand.

"Whoop-de-doo" Bakura said in a cold, sarcastic voice.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it when we actually get there!" Ryou told him. "You might get rid of that nasty cold of yours, 'eh?"

"I hope so," Bakura grumbled "I hate it"

There was a silence between the two until the kettle made a click sound.

"Did you make another cup of tea?" Ryou asked astounded on how many a person could have in only one night.

"It's a really bad cold" Bakura simply said, using the last drop of milk they had left.

"You sure like your tea strong!" Ryou giggled.

"You sure are in a good mood; I thought that you would be at least a little annoyed that I stole four plane tickets. That's actually illegal you know?" Bakura asked Ryou in an almost disappointed voice.

"I know," Ryou said quietly. "But I'm so excited to go to Egypt!" Ryou said in a voice that Bakura could almost say cute, almost.

Bakura just smirked silently to himself.

"You are such a girl sometimes…" Bakura said, lifting his mug to his lips, letting the warmth of the drink fill his nostrils.

Ryou ignored him and opened the fridge, looking through like a cautious antelope. Finding nothing special in there, he closed the fridge and sat down on the kitchen stool.

"Well at least we won't get caught…" Ryou mumbled. Bakura choked on his tea.

"They don't call me the 'Thief King' for nothing you know!" Bakura laughed spluttering tea all over the floor. They both talked for a while after that, until Bakura noticed Ryou yawn.

"You should go to bed; I don't want you cranky in the morning!" Bakura joked.

"I guess you're right" Ryou tried to say without breaking into another yawn.

Ryou began walking his room when he stopped in his tracks.

"Do you know what day and time the plane goes to Egypt?" Ryou asked Bakura, worried that they weren't going anymore.

Bakura reached through his pockets and pulled out one ticket. "Uh, it says 4am next Tuesday?" Bakura was surprised that the plane flight was this early. "Oh…that's okay then!" Ryou smiled and ran into his room. Bakura finished the rest of his tea and went to the sofa to see if there was anything at least half decent on TV. After about three hours just watching shows Bakura didn't even like, he collapsed on the couch, forgetting to turn the TV off.

Next morning

Bakura woke up with the smell of bacon, the loud noise of the radio's music, that stupid pop music that Bakura detested with a burning passion. Bakura looked at the clock to see what time it was, 6:28 AM.

Bakura groaned. "Ryou," Bakura complained like a 10 year old child. "Why are you up so early?" Bakura hid his head underneath the red cushion.

"Oh Bakura!" Ryou cheerfully said, loudly so that he could hear him over the radio.

"Good morning!"

Bakura looked up at him with the most unamused face he could pull.

"What's wrong, Bakura?" Ryou asked innocently.

"What's wrong is that it's bloody 6:30 in the bloody morning and it's bad enough that the bloody other apartments already hate us, this is actually going to make them burn us alive!" Bakura yelled frustrated.

Ryou just blinked but then giggled at the grumpy Bakura.

"Just go to your room and sleep if you want, I'll tone down the radio!" Ryou told the tired creature.

Bakura just moaned and walked into his room.

"Oh and before I forget, since it is Sunday and the trip is on Tuesday, we are all going to buy supplies and things for Egypt!" Ryou yelled at him.

"You are really into the whole trip aren't you?" Bakura mumbled under his breath.

Bakura walked into his room, which was probably the messiest room you could ever imagine. On the walls were photos of Yugi and Yami, with knifes stabbed through their faces. While the floor was cluttered with paper, some read '101 ways to murder Pharaohs' while some read 'How to hide dead bodies'. His bed looked like an angry lion had pissed on it, ripped off the bed sheets, placed a dead animal on it, and left. No really, that's what happened. Bakura collapsed on top of his bed and pulled the covers over himself.

He overheard Ryou singing along to stupid singers that Bakura put on his hit list.

"Miley Cyrus" Bakura groaned. "You'll see what I've got in store for you…" Bakura then fell asleep, in alone with his murderous, disturbing dream.

So this was just filler, a random chapter that has nothing to do with anything

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