Shayken Destiny: Well, it's almost golf season, and I was bored . . . not a good combination. Therefore, from a weird mind, a piece of paper, and a blue pen, this fic was born.

Bakura: Get to the point already!!!!!!!

Y. Marik: Yeah! What are we doing THIS time???????!!!!!!! Do we FINALLY get to take over the world???!!!

Shayken Destiny: Nope! Even better! You get to learn how to play golf!!!!!!! (as you might have guessed from the title . . . .)

Yugi: Oh no.

Shayken Destiny: Oh yes! It will be GREAT fun! The yamis being around all those metal clubs, and golf balls, and golf carts . . . .

Yugi: Well, I'm going to go evacuate Japan now.

Shayken Destiny: Not yet!!! You have to do the disclaimer first!

Yugi: -sigh- Shayken Destiny does NOT own Yu-gi-oh! or anything having to do with golf; she just plays it (golf).

Shayken Destiny: That's right! And just so you know, Bakura is Yami Bakura and Ryou is the hikari. Marik is the hikari and Yami Marik is obviously the yami.

Other references:

Yami Bakura: Tombrobber

Yami Marik: Tombkeeper

Yami: Pharaoh

Note: The yamis will all be in their own "physical" form, and this will NOT be a Yaoi or shouenen-ai fic.

Chapter 1: A Normal Morning

One fine, spring day, everything started out as usual. All was well in the stillness of the morning . . .

-beep-

"AUGH! DIE, EVIL BOX!!!"

"Yami, wait, it's – "

-be – - -pop-

. . . except for Yami banishing Yugi's alarm clock to the Shadow Realm, of course . . . .

Early risers delighted in the peacefulness of dawn . . .

"Hehehehehe . . ."

-thump-

"AAAHHHH!!!!!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Will you please stop doing that?!"

. . . until Bakura jumped down from his hiding place on top of the dresser, where he had been lying in wait in order to scare Ryou . . . .

The birds sang sweetly in the trees . . .

"Leave the birds alone!"

CRASH

. . . and Y. Marik jumped out the window trying to get his revenge on the birds for singing and waking him up.

Normal indeed. But on this particular morning, something would happen that would change their lives . . . forever! Muhahahaha – ahem, moving on. It all started with Marik. Yugi, Ryou, and their yamis were at Yugi's house, waiting for Marik to arrive.

"Why do you suppose Marik wants to meet us here so early, Yugi?" asked Ryou.

"I don't know, but I don't have all day." said Yugi. "I have to get another alarm clock."

"Ha!" laughed Bakura. "Did the stupid Pharaoh send it to the Shadow Realm again?"

"It startled me!" protested Yami as Bakura began to snicker uncontrollably.

Just then, Marik ran breathlessly into the room.

"Sorry I'm late! It was a long run!" he panted.

"Why didn't you just ride your motorcycle?" asked Ryou.

"Well, it's in the shop being repaired because my yami decided to take it for a little ride . . ." explained Marik, shooting his yami a dirty look. "Fortunately, he didn't hit anybody; he crashed into a tree before anything could happen."

"Anyways," he continued. "I wanted you to know that I won free admission to Green Hills Golf Course!"

"So?" asked Bakura. "What does that have to do with us?"

"We're all going to play golf there today!" exclaimed Marik.

"Wait a minute." said Yugi. "What about our yamis? They don't know how to play . . . ."

"We'll teach them!" said Marik enthusiastically. "It can't be that hard, can it? C'mon, guys! What could possibly go wrong?"

Yugi and Ryou glanced back at their yamis, who were whispering in a group.

Yami turned around. "This 'golf' sounds like fun, Yugi," he said.

"Okay, we're going. But you'd better be on your best behavior!" said Ryou. "Yami, no banishing souls or objects, Yami Marik, no terrorizing the population, and you," he said, turning towardw Bakura, "absolutely no stealing!"

The yamis nodded obediently.

"All set?" asked Marik. "Then let's go!!!!!!!!!!"

The hikaris and their yamis walked out to Yugi's car. Marik got in the driver's seat, and Ryou got in on the passenger side. Yugi sat between Marik and Ryou, because he was the smallest. In the back, Yami had to sit between Y. Marik and Bakura, much to his annoyance.

"Yugi, are you sure I can't sit somewhere else?" asked Yami.

"No, Yami, there aren't any more seats," replied his hikari.

"What about the trunk?" asked Yami. "Can I ride in that?"

"Yami, that's not safe!" exclaimed Yugi. "You'll be fine; it only takes 15 minutes to get there."

Yami sighed. "Fine," he said as he settled back into the seat.

Bakura reached over and poked Yami.

"Hey!" said Yami.

Y. Marik took this opportunity to poke Yami on the other side.

"Stop that!" cried Yami.

Bakura and Y. Marik grinned at each other and began to poke Yami repeatedly.

"ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!! STOP POKING ME!!!!!!!!" yelled Yami.

"Bakura, what have I told you about bothering Yami?" exclaimed Ryou, turning around in his seat.

"Don't bother the Pharaoh or I'll confiscate your lock picks for a month," said Bakura, mimicking Ryou. "But I wasn't bothering him on purpose, hikari! I'm bored!"

"I'll turn the radio on, then," said Ryou.

"YEAH! LET'S HEAR SOME HEAVY METAL!!!!!" exclaimed Yami Marik.

"That's stupid." said Marik. "TURN ON THE RAP!!!!"

"Yugi let me listen to pop one time," said Yami. "I liked it".

"My grandpa and I listen to oldies . . . ." said Yugi.

"I prefer classical music, myself," said Ryou.

"Or we could listen to the 24-hour Polka station!" exclaimed Bakura excitedly.

Everyone turned around to look at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Never mind about the music," said Marik. "We're here!"

Shayken Destiny: Muhahahaha! What horrors await them at the golf course?!

Yugi: Ra help us all.

Shayken Destiny: Should I continue this? Please review!!!! Oh, and for any of you who have read Crazy Cardplaying Yamis, this fic will not interfere with it, I will continue to update CCY, I just felt like writing this fic too.