Disclaimer: Third time's a charm...I own nothing here except for the idea.

Tenshi: I have a very odd sense of humor in this chapter it seems, so beware; massive amounts of craziness ahead.

Bakura: I swear I am the most unloved creature in existence.

Yami: Duh.

Bakura: Hey!

Tenshi: Anyways...on to the story!


~+Chapter 3+~


As a crowd began gathering for the first round of the tournament, Isis Ishtar stood waiting for her younger brother. Malik always had a tendency to be late for important events, but this was beyond even him. If candy was involved, like it was; he would be on time for anything. Needless to say, Isis had held up on her end of the bargain. So what exactly was keeping him? Before she could start searching, however, Bakura came flailing wildly through the crowd with a very scared-looking Malik on his back.

"Kuraaaa!! Stop it!! I'm gonna fall off!!"

"Good!"

"Nooo!! Kura pleeeeasseee!! I think I'm gonna be-"

"Shut up!! Either get off voluntarily, or fall off! I don't care, just get away from me!!"

"Hello Bakura," Isis interjected, "You seem to have found my brother. I was just about to go looking for him."

"I can assure you Isis, I had no intention of doing so, believe me." the thief replied crisply.

"Uh oh..." Malik gulped, suddenly bringing Bakura's attention back to him.

"What do you mean 'uh oh'?! Isis, what is he mumbling about?"

"Um...Bakura? You might want to put him down..." the raven-haired woman replied, as she inched away from the two. "He gets motion sickness very easily..."

"What?! Oh no!!" Bakura yelled, trying to get a green-looking Malik off of his back.

"Too late." the blonde mumbled before puking all over him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Bakura bellowed, practically throwing Malik back into the crowd while attempting to wipe the fluids away. Keyword: attempting.

"That's...disgusting." Isis grimaced, looking away from him.

"Ah...much better..." Malik sighed contentedly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! Get this junk off of me!!"

"Bakura, I think you had better go take a bath. Malik and I can go prepare a change of clothes for you in the meantime."

"Eeechhh...fine!" Bakura practically shrieked.

"Man, my throat burns...can I get more jelly beans please?" Malik begged as he followed the two down the hallway.

"NO!!" Bakura answered.

"Pretty please? I've been good! It's not my fault I got sick like that! It's yours! You tried to kill me! And I thought we were friends..."

"What did Bakura do?" a familiar voice asked.

Bakura stopped and smacked his forehead. "Oh Ra, not again..." he groaned. This was definitely not turning out to be his weekend. Shifting to face a very angry-looking Yami, he tried to control the urge to kill the pharaoh as best he could.

"Well, thief? Do you have an explanation for this?" Yami demanded.

"If you mean the fact that this wretch followed me around without my consent, vomited all over me and then blamed the entire situation on me; then no, I don't!!!!"


Yami looked thoughtfully at Bakura before switching his gaze to the pouting blonde next to him.  "Well, Malik?" he asked, "Is there anything you'd like to add?"

 
"Yes." the boy stated calmly before exploding. "I like Bakura, and I thought he liked me to!! I thought we were friends and all I wanted to do was hang out with him for awhile!! I even gave him some of my jelly beans to help him feel better!! Then he tried to get rid of me and made me sick instead!! Is a little company so much to ask for?!" he cried; focusing his big, puppy-dog eyes on Yami.

Bakura rolled his eyes as the pharaoh took in this new information.  "Now, that is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard in my entire-"

"APOLOGIZE TO HIM NOW TOMB ROBBER!!!!" Yami bellowed.

"What?! Are you MAD?! Don't you see the act he's putting on?!"

"No I don't! And do you know why? Because he's telling the truth! Now apologize!"

"Oh, for Ra's sake...I don't believe this..."

"Believe it or not, Tomb Robber, but you will apologize."

"Oh? And if I don't?"

"Then I'll send all of your clean clothes to the Shadow Realm." Yami smirked.

Bakura's eyes widened as he thought of who was closer in running distance to the hotel room.

"You...you wouldn't...would you?"

"If you don't apologize soon, we'll find out now won't we?"

"Grrr..."

"This is your last chance, Bakura. I suggest you take it." Yami warned; folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the wall.

"But this isn't fair! He was bothering me!"

"Somehow I doubt that..."

"And just why is that?!"

"Well look at him..." Yami smiled at Malik, who was presently trying to look as cute as possible, "He's far too adorable to bother anyone."

"Adora-HIM?! I don't believe this...I must be going crazy..."

"You can say that again." Isis muttered under her breath.

"What was that?! I heard that, Isis!"

"Well, at least we know your hearing isn't affected by your insanity." Yami teased.

"Don't push your luck, Pharaoh! I can easily take that deck back and destroy it!"

"And I can easily send all of your clean clothes to the Shadow Realm, so what's it going to be? Are you going to apologize or not?"

"Fine! I'm sorry, Malik. There. Better?"

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?! I apologized didn't I?"

"Yes, but you didn't mean it."

"You never said I had to!"

"Of course not, but it was implied. You ought to know that, Bakura, even if you know little else." Yami stated smugly.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Bakura screamed.

"And just for that," Yami continued, "All of your clothes are now taking a one-way trip to the Shadow Realm."

"Curse you, Pharaoh!  You'll never get away with this!" the thief yelled as he ran as fast as he could back to his room.

When he got there, he pulled the suitcase out from under the bed and hurriedly undid the clasps.  Just as Yami had promised, none of his clothes were in it.

"No!  There must be something I can wear around this place!"

Looking up to search frantically for one of the other's outfits that might fit him, Bakura's gaze fell on a bright pink and white cheerleading uniform with a big 'B' embroidered in the middle of it.

"He didn't..."

Slowly inching closer, Bakura noticed a small piece of paper pinned to the sleeve.  It read: "To Bakura; in hopes that once he is clean and dressed, will join us in cheering Yugi and Ryou on as they duel in the first round of the tournament."  Signed; the "Indecent Pharaoh," Malik, and Isis.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

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Jolting upright in his bed, Bakura looked around at the room before exhaling.

"Wha...? It was only a dream? Thank Ra!"

Breathing a sigh of relief, he collapsed back against the pillows and tried to relax. Unfortunately, a soft knock interrupted the silence, followed by Ryou poking his head out from behind the door.

"Are you okay, Yami? I heard a scream a few minutes ago, coming from up here. Did you fall out of bed?"

"No, I did not fall out of bed! I'm perfectly fine! I just had a bad dream, that's all! Now go away and let me rest!"

"I can't. There's someone here who wants to see you."

Bakura growled and propped himself up on his elbows. "Who is it then?!" he demanded.

Ryou swung the door open to reveal a grinning blonde holding a bag of jelly beans.

"Hi Kura!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


~+End of Chapter+~


Tenshi: Hee hee hee...you've got to love those two!  So what did you think?  Let me know!  Please review!  Please? :)