Author's Note: Hullo, AngelRosemary here! Well, after watching the entire Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series, as well as most of Season 2, I can no longer suppress my thiefshipping urges. I've written a few Adventure Time With Finn and Jake stories in the past, but this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic, so do try to be patient with me. I appreciate constructive criticism and live for reviews.

By the way, the three Yami's have been granted their own bodies in this story, and they attend the same school as everyone else. (Yami Bakura and Yami Marik have adopted the same last names as their former hosts. Yami Yugi's last name is Atem, to avoid questions about his relationship with Yugi.) Since this occurs with little to no explanation in several of the fanfics that I've read, I'm not going to bother coming up with a clever excuse either. C:

With no further ado, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series, or Survivor.

"Hey, Bakura, let's play a game."

Bakura ignored the tanned Egyptian seated next to him. Keeping his eyes closed, he nuzzled into the dirty, rattling window of the bus, hoping to procure some kind of comfort. Instead, the cold glass and shaking momentum of the bus only made his head ache. A finger jabbed into his arm, adding to his discomfort and annoyance.

"Come on Kura, play a game with me. I'm bored."

Bakura swatted the hand away, still trying in vain to rest. The finger returned immediately, poking his arm harder and with more earnest.

"Bakura, are you really sleeping? Hello?"

His brow furrowed, but he continued in his dogged pursuit to ignore Marik.

"Hello, Bakura? Are you dead?" Marik shook his arm determinedly. "Earth to Fluffy! Wake up!"

All hopes of peace shattered, Bakura gave in to his frustration. He lifted his head and snarled, "WHAT?!"

"Oh, good. For a second, I thought I'd lost you, Fluffy."

"Don't call me Fluffy." He leaned his head back against the window, sighing in defeat.

Marik smiled and bounced up and down in his seat enthusiastically. "Let's do something, like play…uh… oh, punch buggy! Hey, there's one!"

Bakura didn't have time to react before Marik slugged him in the arm. The albino glared at his friend and shoved him off his seat onto the bus floor.

"Ah, Bakura, watch it! You could've bruised my perfectly toned ass!"

"F*** your ass."

Yami turned around in his seat in front of the pair, smirking. "You wish, Bakura." Laughing, he ducked down to avoid the arm reaching out to slap him.

Their driver peered menacingly into her rearview mirror. "Hey, do I need to separate you boys!?"

"Nooo."

Marik climbed back into his seat, still grinning like a madman. Bakura raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you in such a cheery mood?"

Marik's eyes lit up. "This is the first time that I've ever been to camp. It'll be an adventure! We'll be just like the people from Survivor." He raised his own eyebrow, teasingly. "Why aren't you excited? At least we get a few days off from school."

Bakura sat up, lifting his head from the offending piece of glass in favor of the slick, stiff surface of the back of his chair. "That is true, but it isn't as though I work in school in the first place. Besides, this isn't just a normal field trip to a camp. It's a "Team-Building" camping trip."

Marik tilted his head, failing to understand Bakura's implications. "So? What does that mean?"

Bakura closed his eyes lazily. "Team-Building field trips occur when our teachers have a lack of confidence in our ability to choose our own friends. They decide that everyone should be best friends with everybody else. On this logic, they arrange the students into groups or pairs based upon which people they think annoy each other the most, hoping that their gentle push in the right direction will sow the seed of a blossoming relationship, while, in reality, the students either have a miserably awkward time or take every opportunity to ditch their determined partner. By the end of the excursion, each student has more enemies than friends."

Marik blinked, then lowered his eyes sullenly. "Oh… so, I guess I'll be spending the next few days with Yugi?"

"Pretty much."

"Hey!" Yugi whipped his head around and attempted to direct a threatening glare in Marik's direction.

"What's with the face, Yugi? Do you have to sneeze?"

Yugi huffed and pouted, frustrated in his lack of ability to be intimidating. Yami smiled and patted Yugi on his back. "Don't listen to them, Aibou. Anyone would be lucky to be your partner."

Yugi brightened at his lover's encouraging words. He giggled and pecked Yami on his cheek. "Aw, thanks. It doesn't really matter what group we get assigned to be in. I'm going to find a way to spend time with you anyway. You're the only partner I need."

Marik wrinkled his nose in disgust while Bakura pretended to gag. The couple ignored them, snuggling into each other's embrace and continuing to whisper.

"Anyway," Marik continued, trying to ignore the affectionate display one row before them, "It doesn't sound like you'll have anything to worry about, Bakura."

"Why do you say that?

"Because, you don't like anyone anyway."

Bakura frowned. "What makes you think I don't like anyone?"

Marik's eyes widened. "Wait, do you like someone?"

Bakura felt his cheeks grow warm. "Uh, well, I mean…" Another punch was delivered to his shoulder.

"Shut up! Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Marik stared at Bakura pleadingly, his eyes glowing with interest.

Bakura looked down. "Er, no, it isn't someone you would know." Of course, this was nothing but a lie, but as someone who once had a reputation for sneakiness and deceit, he managed to fool his innocent partner.

Truth be told, Marik would know the person who Bakura liked- however, even the phrase 'liked' carried the wrong connotation. 'Loved' would be a more appropriate term. Despite his "partner's" irritating quirks and naivety, Bakura had never felt more grateful for another person's presence in his life. He might have made his affection known beyond his occasional flirting, if not for Marik's residence in that metaphorical closet. It was plain to everyone that Marik was gay, except for Marik himself. Bakura didn't quite understand why Marik continued to deny his sexuality- Yugi and Yami were happily in love, and anyone who had something to say about it got a face full of fist, courtesy of Yami. It wasn't as though Marik couldn't stand up to bullies, with the Millennium Rod always clenched tightly between his buttocks. Bakura wondered what Marik could be afraid of.

"Oh, well, I guess the person you like isn't coming with us, then. I still want to hear the details, though. Tell me everything about him."

"We're here! Everyone get your butts off my bus!"

"Oh, look Marik, we've arrived."

Everyone scrambled to grab their luggage so they could get off the bus first. Bakura snatched the small backpack out from under his chair and slung it over his shoulder. He waited as Marik reached above them to grab his suitcase and multiple carry-on bags.

Bakura snorted. "Way to 'rough it,' survivor."

"What are you talking about? I only packed the essentials." He shoved two of his carry-on bags into Bakura's arms. Bakura opened his mouth to protest. Smiling sweetly, Marik cut him off before he could complain. "Oh, Florence, will you be a dear and help me with my luggage? Thanks, love you honey."

Bakura rolled his eyes, but he held Marik's bags anyway. The teacher who had accompanied them on this field trip stood at the front of the bus.

"Alright, can I have everyone's attention, please?"

She waited for the students to quiet before she began her speech.

"Now, students, you're all in high school, so I expect you to behave like mature, young adults."

"Isn't 'mature young adults' an oxymoron?" Marik whispered in Bakura's ear. Bakura chuckled.

"OK, I'm going to announce the partner that you will be required to cooperate with in the activities for pairs. The first pair is Yugi Muto and Yami Atem."

Yugi gave a squeal of delight and glomped Yami. "Alright Yami, we'll be an unbeatable team!"

Yami smiled smugly, scanning the other patrons on the bus. "I have no doubts about that, Aibou."

"Joey Wheeler and Seto Kaiba."

Joey groaned. "What?! There's no way that I'm 'cooperating' with dat creep!"

Seto smirked. "You should be happy, Wheeler. Considering the size of your brain, you'll need all the help you can get, even in simple camp activities."

"Bwah, I don't need yer help!"

"Tristan Taylor and Duke Devlin."

"That's fine, at least I can keep my eye on Duke. You aren't getting anywhere near Serenity, Devlin."

"What's that supposed to mean, Tristan?

"Nothing, Serenity."

"Ryou Bakura and Melvin Ishtar."

Ryou and Melvin didn't say anything. Ryou glanced cautiously at Melvin, only to find that Melvin was staring back at him, grinning maliciously and licking his lips. Ryou shuddered and averted his gaze.

The teacher continued reading her list. Bakura listened patiently, waiting to hear his name called out.

"And last, but not least, Marik Ishtar and Florence Bakura."

The other students snickered at the mention of Bakura's real name. However, a subtle flash of his pocket knife silenced them. Marik broke into a smile and wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck.

"Yay, we're partners! I don't know what you meant about pairing people up that annoy each other. We never annoy each other, right, Florence?"

Another round of chuckles sounded inside the bus. Bakura didn't answer, instead putting a hand to his forehead.

"This is going to be a long week."