OH MY RA! AWESOMENESS AND STUFFZ!
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ENJOY~!
Bakura walked in about ten minutes later.
"I decided not to do anything to him myself. I just locked him in my soul room. He told me that the spirits that roam around it creep him out and bother him a lot. I don't have to waste...my...time...on..."
Bakura trailed off when he noticed that neither Marik nor Melvin was listening to him. Instead, both of them were on Ryou's bed, on their hands and knees, facing each other, and having the most epic staring contest in the world ever since Chuck Norris had a staring contest with his own self-portrait that had been drawn on the back of a photo.
Bakura stared at them. "Uh... Hello? Are either of you paying attention?"
No reply. They just kept staring at each other.
"Marik!" No response.
"Melvin!" No response.
"ISHTARS!" No response.
He didn't think their battle would end anytime soon, so he just continued talking. "Ryou is in my room, on my bed. The door to my soul room will open after half an hour in SRT, and he'll be free to come out. Like I said, I didn't feel like doing anything to him today, so he'll just be hanging out with the spirit phantoms that like to roam around my soul room and pester him and always freak him out immensely. He'll be fine. He's suffered and survived through worse before. I'll be in my room with him. No one bother either of us. You do, I'm sending you to the Shadow Realm."
He turned away from them and started heading out of Ryou's room. He was about to close the door, but one of the two Egyptians on Ryou's bed suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, stopping Bakura in his tracks and causing him to jump.
"I win, mutha FrUKing bitch!"
Bakura slowly turned around to see who had won. But from the outburst, "FrUK", it was obvious who had shouted.
Marik had his hands up in the air and was fistpumping triumphantly, looking really proud of himself.
Melvin, on the other hand, was facepalming and facebedding at the same time. He groaned loudly. He picked up his head and said to Marik, "You may have won this round, Marik, but I assure you that I shall win the next round, just like the ten other rounds I won before this one! And I swear on the fact that I can do a really creepy face that I will make the next one a Shadow Game and the consequence will be more than five wedgies!"
Marik gasped and stopped fistpumping. "You mean something worse than death?"
Bakura didn't stay to hear the rest of the conversation. "Get off of my hikari's bed," he murmured before walking out and heading for his room.
lolz. A little bit of fun in this chapter. A little break from torturous Bakuras and shippings and death...
Next chapter will be even better.
See you next chapter!
BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!