Yup, chapter two is up. I introduce some of the rich people now .-., and Dartz… even though I skipped that season for lack of Bakura . . To da fic!

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Because Being Rich is Fun

Bakura head was resting on the palm of his hand which was propped up on his elbow, which was on top the arm of a purple plush velvet chair. He was waiting in a relatively large finely decorated dining room, at a table surrounded his friends, filled with aristocrats, accomplished inventors, successful business men, and generally important people.

Which included Marques Malik, who was currently poking Bakura in the sides with a spoon, Duchess Revlin, the daughter of one of the most powerful rulers in Domininano, Duke Seto, who some how found himself sitting at the table of his cousin Prince Yami, who was frowning at Malik's shenanigans (lulz), and Pegasus (who was not sitting at their table), the inventor of strange device produced instant parts for hovercrafts.

"I'd like to start by saying welcome to my estate and thank you all for coming!" the man talking was Dartz (what XD), the ruler of a large island that was responsible for much of the silk around the world. He had insane amounts estates around the world, and one of them happened to be in Domino "The ball will be held one week from today. I trust you'll all be coming" he asked the crowd of people, who all agreed with a nod and cheerful banter.

Bakura had just zoned off by then and decided that stabbing Malik with a knife didn't seem like such a bad idea. His pale hand reached for the knife on the table before him. The content of the table include a small ice sculpture of a little cupid, that was dripping chocolate form his heart shaped arrow, five ivory plates decorated with exotic indigo markings, silver spoons, forks and knives with craved tails. The cloth was purple and pink silk with dashes of blue markings. There was two candle lit on either sides of the ice sculpture, which in the past would've melted the thing, thanks to modern advances didn't even draw a drop of water. The table it's self was magnificent carved from willow and polished to a finish.

Yami caught Bakura's hand movements out the corner of his eye. "You both stop it!" he hissed quietly. Bakura glared at the prince, knife still in his hand. "Tell the moron to stop touching me" he said through clenched teeth. Malik looked hurt, "But Kura, I'm bored." He whined. Seto rolled his eyes and gave them all looks that could silence a crying baby. They all glared back, but to no avail since he already turned back around.

Dartz had finished his long speech and had now ordered that his guest enjoy their food and have fun. His command was met with laugher and light cheering laced with plots to some how over throw him and get his immense wealth, what else would annoyingly rich people do but plot each other's demise?

On the other hand the five teen aristocrats at the table quiet close to the center of the room were busy talking about nothing of much importance to each other. Malik had finally gotten stabbed by Bakura and retaliated by stealing the delectable piece of bloody lamb on formers plate. Revlin pursed her plush red lips as she thought of the Ball in the near future, and Yami and Seto had decided now was a better time than ever to talk about civic matters.

The night was pretty normal all things considered. Well that's if you ignore the strange armed men circling the palace…

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Bahlair carefully sliced the small carrot on the counter. That stupid boy was going to get them all in trouble then she'd have to fix it. But how would she fix this one? This was more than serious business; these weren't just any snobby rich people. These were the heirs to thrones and powerful companies. She sighed and caught her reflection in the dull blade. She stared for a second. She had dirty purple hair and dull yellow eyes; she always used to wonder if she could be considered pretty if her situation was different. It's not like she had anytime to spend dealing with her looks and bathes and stuff, that's what rich people did. And by no surprise she was frowning again. She always seems to be frowning. She looked away and placed the knife down.

Marik burst into the flower shop and grin on his face and the two other boys following him. A gust of chilly winter air followed the trio too, but was quickly converted by the automatic fire place. "B, HA! Those snobs won't know what hit 'em when we rob them later!" he announced and he grabbed a piece of chopped carrot. "We've pretty much got the place memorized, now comes the planning!" He didn't hide his excitement even though B seemed to be in a bad mood. When wasn't she? "I hope you're right for all our sake Marik. Even though you're not and bad things will happen." She grumbled. Bahlair had this uncanny ability to predict the future. Though not the events but if something good was gonna happen (which rarely happens) she'd know same with bad, destructive, ect. He ignored her and went to lie by the fire next to the other two boys who were already asleep. There was a backroom, which they usually slept in, but they were all pretty exhausted after the thieves' assembly.

B shook her head, praying to what ever gods looked after silly little boys in a world were no else cared if the person next to them were happy or even safe. She looked at the three boys and smiled. She was kinda tiered, and they looked so warm. Soon she found her self situated between Marik and Ryou and fast asleep.

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(Me: What to rich people do at dinners? I wonder if they dance . )

Revlin was a striking figure. She was considered beautiful by everyone that saw her. It wasn't just any kind of beauty either. It was the kind that made you wonder if the gods themselves crafted her. She was absolutely perfect. Long silky curly red hair and eyes the color of sage. Her skin resembled moonlight pouring from a vase, and her smile could dazzle the sternest men. She moved like a mermaid in water and laughed like rain. She was perfect. But interestingly enough Revlin didn't consider herself beautiful. She'd moved on from the view a long time ago. Maybe it was the limits that beauty brought, or the pain or the assumptions. But she just didn't care for the compliments, though she accepted them with grace, and didn't find any enjoyment brushing her hair while looking in the mirror like other girls.

Revlin also could care less about her suitors, for as long as she could remember her father was hell bent on getter her a rich young lad. He even suggested Bakura once; it was of course quickly shot down. They were like her brothers; the thought of them romantically, just didn't make sense. She gazed absent mindedly at her friends, who were each flirting with some attractive young girl. She couldn't exactly tell, but something was brewing. Since she could remember she would get premonitions about the future, she was always right, and she could tell in her gut that something was going to happen. Not bad per-se, but life changing.

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-Ahem- yeah it was a lame-o chapter, but hopefully the next one will kick ass. Plus I need to find a way to make it… steamier . XD, review please!