Oh my goodness, I can't believe this is still getting reviews as recently as this summer. -hides face- I vowed long ago to never abandon a posted story if more than a couple of people wanted it continued, so...here goes. Very late, very short, and just as bad as the rest of it, but I finished it! Thanks so much for all the reviews and favourites.
While Yugi and Ryou (tried) to relax sprawled across Yugi's bed, Yami and Bakura lay on the floor going through books, magazines, anything in the room they could get their hands on. Bakura pointed out different modern inventions and explained them to Yami.
"It's called a car. It's pretty much a chariot that runs by itself, no horses."
"What? How is that even possible?"
"Really complicated machinery. There's a lot of it in this era. You should see their kitchens. A single person can run an entire household and still have leisure time."
Yami frowned at the magazine in his hands. "How do you know this much about this era already?"
Bakura smirked at him. "We're spirits; just because your physical brain doesn't exist anymore doesn't mean you can't use it. You should try it sometime."
"Why - you - I'll have your head, thief!" raged Yami.
"Try it, closet boy."
Yugi sighed and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the mattress. Everyone else had left, while Ryou stayed to keep him company. "What do we do?" mumbled Yugi. "How do we get rid of them?"
"I don't think we can," said Ryou. "We'll just have to put up with them as best we can."
"So basically we'll never have a sane day again."
"Probably not. But at least we're not alone in it."
"I guess. And at least he can duel. Sort of."
Ryou smiled. "It will get better." Yugi smiled back, feeling a little better in light of Ryou's optimism.
"You dare speak to royalty in that manner?!"
"Get mad all you want, even if you could do anything to me physically, it's a different time with different rules," sneered Bakura. "You're no better than I am right now, 'pharaoh.'"
Then again, optimism only lasted so long.