Hierarchy

Swordfight.

Ryo was starting at his first full day of working at KaibaCorp theatres, and signed in at the office, smiling pleasantly at Mokuba, who's name he remembered from the day before. He placed his things in his locker and began to walk to the changing rooms. He couldn't shake the feeling that thee was something wrong with Mariku. Normally he would think someone acting that way had trouble at home, however Mariku and Jounouchi were practically designed for each other, so there was no way they were having problems in their relationship. Mariku had been touchy, snappy and hostile that morning, snarling at Ryo and begging him to stay home and do things together. It was suspicious, but Ryo wasn't going to dwell on it. Nothing could ruin this day for him.

After some working turns Ryo finally found the dressing room and searched around for his costume through the sea of other actors before seeing a log black clothing bag hanging from a hook with his name hand-written on it. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he excitedly tore open the bag to find-

"This is so lewd!" Ryo squeaked as he saw what he was expected to wear. On a stage. In front of people! He had a tiny, navy blue sarong that wouldn't even cover his thigh gap. He had no shirt; only a long red trench coat with white stripes. He felt like he was going to puke! All those eyes staring at him...

"What did you expect?" Asked a boy who looked strikingly similar to him and wearing the same costume, only this boy had longer and messer hair.
"It is a romance play written by Kaiba,"

"Sorry who are you?" Ryo asked, just noticing this guy was wearing the same costume he was. Ryo thought it looked better on him. By not in a weird way!

"Bakura Sennen," Bakura shrugged. "Your stunt double,"

Ryo bowed in respect. "Good morning Sennen-san,"

"Call me Bakura. And you're Ryo Bakura. Kaiba liked you,"

Ryo felt his face flush in enraged embarrassment, and averted his eyes downcast. "Is that why he makes us wear these perverted costumes?"

"Did you even read the script?" Bakura chuckled. "All ancient Egyptian guys wore shit like this. It's nothing perverted. Although Kaiba could've made the sarong longer," he adjusted it at its hips, voicing Ryo's concerns exactly. Ryo sighed. He couldn't allow himself to be disheartened. He was going to have fun with this.

"So who's the priest?" He asked Bakura.

"You don't know?" Bakura asked, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughing fit. Ryo pouted and folded his arms, cross that he was being made fun of.
"It's Kaiba!"

Oh. Oh my God! Ryo bit his lip, hugging himself tightly. He had to pretend to be in love with Kaiba. And it was an adult play, so...

"You've read the script right?"

"Yup," Bakura nodded, hysterical for over.

"Is there...?" Ryo mode his face closer to Bakura's and whispered. "Is there sex?!"

Bakura scoffed. "Course there isn't. This is Kaiba we're talking about. Have you even met the guy?"

"Once,"

"I've worked here for five years. KaibaCorp loves doing adult romance plays but there's never sex. Not onstage anyway. I think sex would make Kaiba's head explode. I feel sorry for the guy," Bakura laughed slightly. "He's an asshole, don't get me wrong. But he's lonely. I think so anyway. And he does have a heart. Would do anything to protect that brother if his,"

"Bakura...?" Ryo began, cautious of getting fired.

"Yea?"