Baku, Ra, to Ringu: UnCut

The first thing they needed to do when they got to their suite was bathe. Ryou, Bakura, and Fluffy stank to high heaven.

The facilities consisted of a Japanese style communal bath, so they could all bathe at once. Ryou and Bakura made it their duty to ensure that Malik and Fluffy didn't molest ShuChan.

There were three water basins. While ShuChan wasn't looking, BakuChan engaged in a silent life-or-death struggle with Malik and Fluffy to claim the water basin next to him.

Ryou walked over and sat down next to ShuChan, and the struggle ended. Pouting, Fluffy sat at the basin farthest from ShuChan and Malik started to wash his yami's hair.

Sitting with a small white towel over his lap, ShuChan happily scrubbed his hair, humming to himself. He didn't notice how intently the other four were watching him.

Ryou and Bakura's faces were bright red while Bakura absentmindedly scrubbed the same spot on Ryou's back over and over. Malik's hands slowed down until they stopped lathering up Fluffy's hair, and they were simply staring at ShuChan's lean, muscular body, slick and shimmering with bath suds and water.

ShuChan blinky-blinked and looked at them. Instantly, Malik and Bakura sprang to life, very very busily washing off their other halves.

ShuChan smiled. "It's nice to see brothers get along so well."

"Brothers?"

"Yeah, you guys are two sets of twins, right?"

They looked at each other, then shrugged, none of them up to explaining the whole yami-hikari thing.

Ryou said, "I guess it's rather obvious."

Malik chomped down on his lip.

After they'd all washed off, they settled into a nice, hot tub to relax for a few minutes.

Malik sighed as rivers of his tears fell in and mixed with the bath water.

Oh, sweet agony! My idol is right there, and he's naked! Would it be so wrong if Fluffy and I were to throw him down and--

"Stop it." Bakura was glaring at him from across the tub. "I know what you're thinking..."

Several bubbles rose to the surface.

Malik and Fluffy started giggling.

Blushing, Bakura yelled, "I didn't do it!"

They laughed harder, and ShuChan raised his hand. "Sorry about that." He chuckled. "I just figured we'd gotten to be close enough..."

Malik and Fluffy became overjoyed, starry eyed chibi versions of themselves. "Yes, yes, we're close!"

"Let's get closer!" They pounced and smacked face first into the tub where ShuChan had just been resting his head. They looked up and he was running away.

"Well, at least we got to see the sweet apple that is his ass."

"YUKI! Yuki Yuki Yuki!"

ShuChan danced into the room, buck naked and soaking wet, and pounced on Eiri Yuki before he could even get all the way into the door.

"I knew you'd come for me!" He wrapped his arms and legs around Yuki and kissed him passionately. When he drew back, Yuki had one word for him:

"Moron."

Hiro and Ayaka entered. Ayaka made a big show of turning away from Shuichi's nakedness.

"Hiro. Miss Usami. Hi." He jumped down.

Hiro smiled. "Your dick's hanging out." They belly laughed together, and KSan joined in. Yuki groaned and put a fresh cig to his lips, but stopped short of lighting it when Malik entered.

His voice barely concealed his anger and distaste. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He took a step towards Malik, but ShuChan stepped in front of him. "This isn't the same guy, Yuki."

"What kind of idiot are you? There's no way in hell some other brat with peroxide hair and a fake tan tried to--"

Fluffy entered the room.

Yuki needed to sit down and light his cigarette. ShuChan sat on his lap, cuddling him and trying to comfort him.

Hiro leaned over them. "Shindo."

"Yes?"

"Don't you think you should get dressed?"