Hello everyone! I just wanted to say thank you to my wonderful reviewers! It made me to happy to read them. It made me so happy. It made me smile. So thank you, RyouandBakuraforever, FormerV, AdeadBlackRose and ilovemanicures. Anyway, I hope that you all like this chapter. I worked hard on it and I'm actually very happy how this came out.

The song is: I Wanna Go by Britney Spears

Disclaimer: Still not owning anything.

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I Wanna Go

Round the time that Ryou and his friends were having game night, a group of boys were on a private plane. It had all of the luxuries that most people would kill to have. To these boys, it was missing a few things but other than that they could survive the flight. The white haired boy looked out the window. He was not a happy camper.

Mostly because of the reason they were on the plane. Bakura hated when his parents decided to send him away. He wasn't that much trouble. So he had a bit of a problem. It wasn't his fault. Okay it was his fault but no one complained about it because he had money. Anyway, Bakura looked at the book in his hands. It was Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson. He had read it time and time again. He liked to think he had something in common with Alan Breck Stewart. But who was David Balfour? No one here that's for sure. He wondered if he would ever find someone like him. Maybe.

"Bakura are you okay? I see steam coming out of your ears," One boy said pointing and laughing at him.

The white haired boy shot a glare at him, "Shut up Marik."

"What if I don't want to Bakura?" Marik teased.

A tri-colored haired boy glared at Marik, "If this is what you are going to do then I am going to piss off Seto enough he kills me…"

"Is that so Atem? What if I don't comply?" Seto asked.

Atem shrugged, "Otogi can you do it?"

"I want to see you suffer as much as Seto does," The raven-haired boy answered.

Atem rolled his eyes and looked over at another black haired boy, "Yuri? Care to end me?"

"Only if I get to do the same to Bakura," Yuri joked.

Bakura ignored Marik and looked over to other boy, "Why would you want to do that?"

"So you don't have to hear Marik," He answered.

It was always like this when they were together. Someone would have a fight with another and then all of hell would be breaking lose in no time. In the end, they were like brothers. Bakura would say they were like brothers except they weren't blood related and the only thing they had in common was the hotel. It was true. Their father's owned Ra's Grand Hotel. Now they were being sent there to 'watch over it.'

"I can't wait for us to land," Otogi said, "The ladies won't know what hit them."

Bakura laughed, "Are you sure about that pretty boy?"

It was the inside joke between them. Otogi and Yuri were the pretty boys. Atem and Seto were Mom and Dad. Leaving Marik and Bakura to be the criminals. Why? Well when they were younger, Otogi said he and Yuri were the pretty ones. That was around the same time that Marik and Bakura got kicked out of school for stealing. Seto and Atem seemed to argue like a married couple. Seto would want to kill the other four but got held back buy his cousin.

"Bakura be nice with Otogi. He can't help it if he's beautiful," Atem said.

Bakura snickered, "Yes Mommy. Why are we even on this damn thing anyway?"

"To watch over the hotel our parents own in Domino City," Seto said as he was typing.

Marik rolled his eyes, "Oh please I know you don't believe that anymore than you believe in anything else."

"Touché," The brown haired boy said, "But what else can we do? Screw their rules? I wish."

Marik looked at his friends, "But you always screw the rules. The rules are your bitch."

That earned a laugh from everyone and Marik to get a pillow thrown at him by Seto. In the morning they were going to regret that but it was still nighttime and they didn't give a shit. The next pillow was thrown to Otogi who threw it to Atem who threw the thing to Yuri. Yuri missed his target and threw it to Bakura. Bakura got three more pillows and looked at his friends with wicked smile.

"You shouldn't have done that pretty boy," He said.

The pillows were thrown so hard that they would get bruises later. It was then Marik and Bakura vs. Everyone else. It was a very tough battle because pillow fights on private planes always are. They only stopped when a pillow was about to hit Seto's laptop. Ra forbid anything happening to that laptop it was the serious teens lifeline to whatever he did. It was very important to him.

They watched a few movies and them most of them went to sleep. Bakura was still awake and still in his bad mood. He looked over to who was with him. To his surprise it was Marik. The boy was texting someone on his phone.

"Are you still mad?" He asked.

Bakura rolled his eyes, "What are you blabbering on about?"

"Are you still mad at your parents for sending you here," Marik said.

The white haired boy turned the other way, "What do you think?"

"I think you are," He answered back.

Bakura clapped, "You can be taught. What other tricks do you do?"

"I would show you but you aren't my type," Marik shot back.

He rolled his eyes, "Like your that good."

"Says the last one of all of us to lose his virginity," Marik lifted an eyebrow.

Bakura glared. Most people would have thought him to be the one to lose it first. In reality he lost it last because people were too intimidated by him. The first one in their group of friends was Marik himself. It was bet him and Otogi had. Needless to say, Otogi was disappointed.

Bakura scoffed, "At least I'm not a sex addict."

"None of the women complained about it," Marik shrugged.

This made Bakura smirk, "Now whoever said I was interested in women?"

"Really? How odd. Atem is like that too. I go both ways, the pretty boys like girls only. I'm not sure of Seto is interested in anything other than that laptop," Marik said causally.

It was true. Even though Seto claimed he was going to bed, he was just going to be on that laptop until he passed out. After a while Bakura and Marik went to bed. The plane landed in Domino City at eight in the morning. No matter how cranky some of them were they got dressed and when they all exited the plane they looked good.

Atem had on a white button up short sleeve with a white, grey and black cardigan sweater and his leather pants. Otogi was also wearing a white button up but his was underneath a red v-neck knit shirt with blue jeans. Seto was wearing a two button dark midnight blue shirt and black slacks. Yuri had on a light blue pinstriped button up shirt a light yellow tie and dark gray slacks. Marik had on an indigo tank with a double-breasted jacket on top and some blue jeans. Bakura was sporting a stripped button up, a black vest and a black blazer with some black pants.

"We clean up good," Marik said as they got to the hotel.

Otogi nodded, "I know. We are so hot that the women are going to swoon at the sight of us."

"I hope not," Atem said flatly.

Bakura agreed, "Yeah women are too…odd. If boys did that then I wouldn't be complaining."

"True," The tri hair colored Egyptian said as they walked into the hotel.

Almost immediately, Dartz was at their side. He began talking about how wonderful the hotel and it's staff were. Bakura swore that Dartz was going to be ass kissing any moment. He shot Seto and Yuri an annoyed look. Upon getting those looks from Atem and Marik the two business savvy boys took action.

"As wonderful as that all sounds," Yuri started, "I think my dear friends and I would rather see the truth for ourselves."

Seto then stepped in, "In other words, we are going to be observing how this place runs. So don't get in our way."

"If you do get in our way, we will call our father's and then you can answer to them," Yuri said smiling.

Seto finished off, "If you excuse us, we are going to our rooms now. We had a long flight after all."

With that they walked off leaving Dartz with thoughts of killing those six boys. Once out of earshot, Marik gave Yuri and Seto high fives.

"Thank Ra you both came in I was about to punch him right in the face," Bakura said.

Yuri nodded, "That's why we came in. As much as I would have loved to see that, it would have been horrible."

Ryou was cutting cakes and pies for the dessert bar when Dartz came in. He, Kira and Malik

saw him pull the chef into his office and began to yell at him frantically. Ryou had to say, he felt rather bad for his boss. The chef may not have been the nicest person out there but he was his boss. After Dartz was done with his bitchy tirade, the chef told Malik that he was going to work the buffet with Ryou and Kira. The Egyptian did not like that idea but what was he to do? He sighed and at eleven he joined his friends.

"My feet hurt…" He whined.

Ryou sighed, "My legs hurt."

"Well my lower back hurts," Kira said.

That was when the two boys looked at each other and knew they should not mess with the Russian woman for at least a week. They waited for their friends to show up but none of them came. It was not like them. Normally, they showed up around that time. What happened? Well they didn't have time to really think about it because three guys showed up to the buffet. They obviously had money. Also two of them looked similar to Ryou and Malik.

"Well, well what do we have here boys?" Bakura asked while looking at the Ryou.

Malik smirked, "I don't know but I do like what I see."

"Is that so?" Yuri asked while eyeing up Kira.

Kira was the first to recover, "Da? Can we help you or are you just here to gawk like idiots?"

The three older boys were shocked at what she said. Yuri smirked.

"Ja viedaŭ heta! Ty nie adsiuĺ," He said.

She blinked, "Ya iz Rossii. Vash?"

"Belorusskiĭ," He answered, "But my father's from here."

She rolled her eyes, "So that's why you have your nose up in the air."

"Perhaps," He said.

Ryou didn't know what to do. He kept looking at his friends and then looking at the strangers. He was nervous being around them. He kept thinking of things to say but the Russian really threw him off. So did the other guy. What language was the guy speaking in? It sounded like Russian but he knew it wasn't. He glanced over at Malik who also looked like he didn't know what to do. At least Malik didn't look scared. That was a good thing right?

Bakura looked at the white haired boy, "Hey."

"Y-yes?" Ryou squeaked as he mentally kicked himself.

Bakura laughed, "Your so jumpy like a bunny or a rabbit. That's my name for you from now on. Rabbit."

"But my name is Ryou," The British boy said weakly.

Bakura rolled his eyes, "Does it look like I care what your fucking name is? Because I don't give a shit what your real name is. I won't be calling you that."

Ryou bit his lip. He wanted to tell this guy something. Who was this guy to be so mean? He doesn't even know him! He just put his head down. It was better to back down then to fight. Unfortunately for him, Malik and Kira thought otherwise.

"Why are you being so rude for?" Malik asked hotly.

Kira glared at the boy she was talking to, "Tell your friend to be nice to my friend."

"Bakura you should be nicer to these people," Yuri said.

Marik laughed, "Why should we be nice? Why are you being nice? It's not like we want to be here. You were complaining about it earlier too."

"Yeah. So quit flirting with this girl. It's not like your going to get anywhere with her," Bakura said, "Besides this food looks like it's gonna suck. Let's get something else."

Marik nodded, "I like that plan. Come on Yuri we can go get the other's from where ever they are."

"Fine. I hope to see you around Ms. Kira," The Belarusian said as he walked off.

Kira kept her glare, "I hope otherwise."

"Bye-bye," Marik said with a smile.

Bakura locked eyes with Ryou, "Until we meet again rabbit."

As they left Ryou shivered, he was going to pray he never saw that guy again. He was such a jerk. Bakura on the other hand looked back at the boy. There was something about that British kid. Something. He shrugged it off. It didn't matter. That kid didn't matter. Or so he thought.

That night, they talked about their days. Atem was at the gift shop until Bakura took him out of there. The Egyptian had fun talking to the shop worker. His name was Yugi. He was so sweet, nice and Atem melted. Seto was giving this one maintenance worker the hardest time of his life. He didn't get the guys name but he could never forget that blonde hair. Otogi was flirting with this one housekeeping girl named Shizuka. She turned down his dinner invite but he wasn't going to stop. Hell no.

"So explain why you were giving the restaurant staff a hard time?" Atem asked.

Marik shrugged, "It was fun. Hey Yuri was trying to flirt with the girl. Why are you not yelling at him?"

"Because flirting is harmless," Seto said sharply.

Bakura spoke out, "Like you were flirting with the maintenance worker."

"True but I wasn't intentionally trying to hurt him like you two were," Seto answered.

Otogi nodded, "From what Yuri told me, you were being really mean to one person."

"It's called rough hosing," Bakura glared.

Yuri looked up, "It's called being an ass. Because of people like them, we have this hotel running. You, Seto and Marik were not helping us. When they find out who we are, it's going to make our families look bad. Think about it."

"I don't want to think about it!" Bakura yelled, "I don't even want to fucking be here! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to my room. Good night."

Bakura stomped off to his room. How dare they scold him for his behavior. Who the hell did they think they are? His parents? Please. He got on his bed and began to read his book. It was getting to a good part. After a while he looked out the window. He wondered if there was someone else looking at the moon like he was. He scoffed. Who cares? His mind wondered to that boy. He smirked. He had fun being mean with the kid. It took off some stress. But then he remembered the other's reaction. He felt bad for saying the rude things. He couldn't take it back now. Maybe he was working tomorrow. He could talk to him then.

Ryou ate his dinner quietly. He was happy Yugi, Jou and Shizuka hadn't left yet. He was enjoying the company. Right now, they were talking about their time at work. Yugi was first today.

"He was so handsome and nice," Yugi gushed.

Kira asked, "Did you get his name?"

"I wish. Maybe I can see him tomorrow," Yugi said dream like.

Jou smiled, "Maybe you will. I know I don't want to see the guy I saw today tomorrow."

"Why?" Shizuka asked.

He answered, "He told me I was doing my job wrong. I saw his clothes. He looks like he never worked a hard day in his life."

"Try getting hit on," Shizuka said bluntly, "I was vacuuming the carpet when this overly confident guy thought he could get lucky with me. I shot him down as fast I could."

Kira nodded, "Amen to that girl. We got visited by three guys today. They didn't eat anything. In fact, they insulted the food and one guy was picking on Ryou. I wanted to punch him but this Belarusian was flirting with me. He was so annoying."

"They were messing with Ryou?" Shizuka gasped.

Malik nodded, "Well this one guy he was all like 'Does it look like I care what your fucking name is? I'm going to be calling you rabbit because your so jumpy.' Who the hell says that?"

"I'm sorry Ryou…" Shizuka said softly.

Jou patted the boy on the back, "Yeah man, but I'm proud of you. You didn't let him get to you."

"He sounds a bit nicer than Dartz," Yugi said.

Ryou looked up at them, "It's not a big deal you guys. He was just an asshole. I've dealt with many of them it's not the end of the world."

"That guy was still in the wrong," Jou said, "Remember that."

Ryou stood up, "I will Jou. But right now I'm tired and I'm going to go to sleep. I am so glad we are off tomorrow and we get paid. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. We'll talk about it in the morning," Malik said as he yawned, "I think we all need some sleep."

Everyone else agreed and made their way to their rooms. Once Ryou got to his room he plopped on his bed. He pulled out the book he was reading. The name of it was Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson. In his opinion, it was the best book ever. Plus, his favorite author wrote it. He opened to the part he was on. Very soon he was in the book. He imagined himself as David Balfour. As far as he was concerned he might have been David in a past life. Once he read enough for the night, he looked out the window. The moon was so bright. It made him smile. Tomorrow was going to be a better day. He just knew it.

So how was it? Let me know! Again I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can ok? Maybe I'll make the next one as long as this one ok?

Please make me happy this up and coming week. I may or may not be working hard this coming week. If I am, yay for my pocket but bad for you all and vice-versa if I don't work. Oh and I do work the buffet line at a hotel so I will be going into details about kitchens. Also about food since I went to culinary school.

Translations:

Ja viedaŭ heta! Ty nie adsiuĺ = I knew it! Your not from here.

Ya iz Rossii. Vash? = I'm Russian. You?

Belorusskii= Belarusian

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