DV: Hey guys. I'm so, so sorry that I didn't update this sooner! My phone broke over the summer, so JazzyMin and I lost all the data of this as all of it was saved on my phone. We're piecing it back, but that's why this took so long. But, on another note, this story is in the YuGiOh_WattyAwards in the 'Duel Monsters General Yu-Gi-Oh!' category, so if you like it, please go and vote for it! Hope you enjoy!

[Trigger Warnings: None this chapter.]

When Atem and Yami got downstairs the next morning, Akefia and three others were standing outside, two arguing, one watching and Akefia on his phone trying to block them out with Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer'.

"Bakura! You knew that we could have ridden my bike if you hadn't wrecked it!" Marik hissed at Bakura.

"Well, if you hadn't been drunk, maybe I wouldn't have wrecked it." Bakura shot back.

Ryou glanced between them, glad to not being going to school with them today.

Atem nudged Akefia and the latter quickly pulled out his earphones. "Hey again, blood tester."

Atem grinned, "Actually, it's maker and hello my weird Irish pal with a tail."

"I don't have a tail and I'm nobodies 'pal'. Hate that word." Akefia shook his head and looked over at his youngest brother and his boyfriend. "Great... Still arguing." He sighed. "Hey!" He called. "You know we'd probably already be there by now if you could both walk and argue."

Atem watched as they both flipped of Akefia and went back to arguing but started to follow them. "Who're they?" He questioned when Akefia turned back to him.

"My brother Bakura and his boyfriend slash roommate slash PMS-friend Marik," Akefia replied.

Atem shook his head. "They seem really friendly."

"Oh, you should see when they're actually getting along. Somehow, it's worse." Akefia muttered as he wrapped his headphones up.

Atem glanced back to see them walking around Yami, who was sulking. Again. "This'll be interesting," he muttered. "Looks like they're trying to get Yami to talk to them."

Akefia nudged Atem. "But that's a good thing. It'll get him to stop being Mr. Sulky-Pants. And it'll keep them from destroying the school."

"You think they'd destroy the school?" Atem questioned with an eyebrow raised, his attention back on Akefia.

Akefia nodded with a slight scowl. "Leave anything to them, and they'll accomplish it somehow. So let them annoy your brother for a while. It'll be fine."

Atem chuckled and looked away from the trio. "Yeah. They might finally get a reaction out of him. It's unlikely, but if what you're saying is true, not impossible." He glanced up at Akefia. "By the way, what grade are you in? Tenth?"

"Eleventh," Akefia corrected. "I think class... two?"

Atem grinned. "Same as me then. I hope you're good at maths."

Akefia's brow furrowed. "Do I want to know why?"

"Our maths teacher gives a pop quiz at the start of every term." Atem stuck out his tongue. "She gives two when the weather's good."

Akefia groaned in annoyance, "You're kidding right?"

Atem chuckled and shook his head. "I'm guessing you're not an avid lover of maths?"

"Not really. I do well enough, but they're annoying." Akefia replied.

Atem grinned and threw an arm around Akefia's shoulders. "Well prepare to grow to hate them, /pal/."

Akefia huffed and threw Atem's arm off of him. "I'm not anyone's pal! Shut up."

Atem laughed and adjusted his bag. "Whatever you say, pal."

Akefia growled and crossed his arms. "You're a bastard, you know that?"

"Nope. My parents were married when I was born thank you. But I am an asshole. I agree with you on that." Atem laughed.

"Gods! You're a morning person. Quit being a morning person." Akefia groaned.

"Nope." Atem replied popping the p.

"I hate you," Akefia huffed. "Ten minutes, and I hate you."

"Then walk on ahead and find your own way around school, pal." Atem grinned and waved his hand to the school building coming into sight.

The three-story, two-building school.

Akefia furrowed his brow slightly. "Nope. I'm using you to find my way to class."

Atem snorted. "The hate isn't so bad when you need me, is it?"

"Shut up asshole," Akefia muttered.

Atem shook his head, grinning. "Come on; let's get your locker numbers and I'll show you where they are. Hopefully you'll be sharing with someone decent."

Akefia tilted his head slightly. "You share your lockers?"

Atem nodded. "The second building is for sports, so it's actually not that big a school. We don't have enough lockers for everyone. Yami and I got through last year without sharing with anyone though, so you might be lucky."

"I see. So do they split you by year for lockers or name or what?" Akefia questioned as they neared the school.

"No, I'm pretty sure they literally get darts and whatever two names they hit first share a locker," Atem admitted.

Akefia shook his head, "That's just weird." He cast a look at his brother to make sure he was still following. "Heh, look they got him speak."

Atem glanced behind him to see Yami and Marik snapping at one another while Bakura just laughed at their argument.

"No, mint ice cream is better!"

"Are your tastebuds fucking dead? Honeycomb is better!"

Atem snorted, "Of course they'd get him started on food."

Akefia nodded. "Leave it up to Marik to argue that honeycomb is the best."

"Is that even actually a flavour? Or is it something weird he adds?" Atem questioned.

"No, it's a flavour. Or at least it was in Ireland. But then again, so was Dingle Salt and Chilli." Akefia shrugged. "He has weird taste buds."

Atem nodded, "Yeah, weird. Those aren't typical flavours around here. What's your favourite?"

"Raspberry." Akefia grinned. "I get to freak Ryou out with it sometimes. I would never scare him in a way I know would hurt him, but it's fun to irritate him."

Atem laughed, "Why, does he think it's frozen blood?"

Akefia grinned. "Maybe. After all, I was a vampire at my last school. And a werewolf. And both of them drank blood. Well, sort of."

Atem shot him a look, "What?"

Akefia's grin grew. "A shit-tonne of rumours went around. One even said I was a fucking dragon. Hence the tail rumour."

Shaking his head Atem let go of some of the caution that momentarily grasped him. "Why do people even form rumors?"

"I don't know. Because their lives are boring?" Akefia suggested as they entered the building. "So which way is the office?"

Atem adjusted his bag and pointed to the left. "We go that way. Should we tell your brother and his boyfriend slash roommate whatever?"

Akefia glanced behind them. Yami and Marik were still arguing; favourite animals this time.

"A giraffe is better than an elephant!"

"No it's not!"

"Elephants are scared by mice! Mice!"

"Yeah well-"

"Hey, idiots," Akefia called. "Are you coming or not?"

Atem laughed as his brother glared at Akefia. "I'm very well capable of showing them to the office, but considering the distance is small, you might as well lead the way," Yami huffed before continuing to argue with Marik.

Atem chuckled, but nodded and turned to face the way his body was turned again, leading them towards the office.

Akefia glanced between the two, "I don't know if he's just in a bad mood, or not that swell of a guy to know." He commented.

"Who? My brother?" Atem questioned receiving a nod. "That's a tough thing to cure. I'd say he's going through a tough time, but he's been going through it for a while. So I guess if you want to be fair, he's in a bad mood a lot of the time but a good guy?"

Akefia nodded in understanding. "Marik and Bakura are the same most of the time, so I can relate to that." He looked forward again as Atem pushed open the door.

"What do you want, Mr. Sennen?" The attendant asked without even looking up from the book in front of her.

"Um, a few new students and locker numbers for them. One of them is in my class so I'll be showing him around Ma'am." Atem answered her.

The attendant glanced at them. "The Touzoku-Ishtars?" The three nodded. "Where's the fourth?"

"Ryou Touzoku; he's coming in tomorrow," Akefia replied. "He's sick today."

Atem glanced at him but didn't correct him as the attendant sighed. She stood up, picked up three books and three envelopes and handed them to the three. "Homework journal; lose it and you have to buy another for fifteen hundred yen. In the envelope are your timetables, class numbers, locker numbers, locker partners, and locker combinations. Don't lose them." She sat down again.

Bakura and Marik glanced at the envelopes and then at each other. "As much as I hate you fluffy, I'd rather not share a locker with you."

"The sentiment is the same." Bakura muttered.

Atem nudged Akefia as the two tore open their envelopes. "You're sure they're dating?"

Akefia nodded. "They just have a weird way of showing one another that they care," he replied.

Marik got his open first and scanned the information. He grinned at Yami. "Looks like I'm sharing with you, giraffe-hater."

Yami groaned, "Dammit! Why couldn't I have had the albino?"

"Because my locker mate is a guy named Seto Kaiba, which sadly isn't your name." Bakura answered with little interest. "And technically I'm not albino. Brown eyes."

Marik's grin grew. "What's wrong, Yams?" He whined. "I thought we were friends!"

"Shut up," Yami growled, scowling at him, "before I shove my fist down your throat."

Marik's lip quirked into a smirk. "Kinky. I can go for that." Bakura rolled his eyes while Yami gagged and left the office.

Atem rolled his eyes before turning back to Akefia, "Who'd you get stuck with?"

Akefia began to tear open his envelope. "I hope it isn't anyone annoying."

"From Marik and your brother's luck? It probably will be." Atem chuckled. Akefia pulled out the slip of paper and scanned it. Atem raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

Akefia grinned and showed him the paper. "So where's your- sorry, our locker?"

Atem shook his head, "I'll show you later. We'll be late to class if we don't leave now."

Akefia sighed but nodded. "See you guys later," he called to Bakura and Marik as he followed Atem out of the office. They were both in class one.

Atem sneezed right before they got to their class. "Dammit! Happens every damn year."

"What sneezing?" Akefia questioned.

"No. Sneezing right before I get to the classroom." Atem answered. "Come on." He pulled Akefia into the classroom.

Akefia shook his head as he followed Atem. "Is it every time you go into a classroom, or just the first class of the year?"

"First class of every year. It's like a jinx. It never fails!" Atem mumbled bitterly.

Akefia snorted. "Next year, I'll make sure it fails. Somehow. If I even remember."

Atem sighed as they took seats near the back. "I doubt it. No one has been able to stop it yet."

Akefia grinned as they sat down. "Challenge accepted. Next year, you will make it into the classroom without sneezing."

"On the first day." Atem told him. That was when it always happened. Any other time, it was random.

Akefia nodded. "On the first day," he agreed.

Atem grabbed out a paper and a pencil, "You might want to do the same. Pop quiz for Math remember?"

Akefia groaned but took out a piece of paper and a pen as their maths teacher walked into the room.

"So I see that I've had some of you before. As you all know; it's a new term. That means that it's time for a pop quiz!"

The class held their groans. It would only encourage her. "You've all had a two month break, so I expect you to be rearing to go," she called as she handed out the sheets.

Atem rolled his eyes as he glanced at Akefia, "Sorry you got stuck with this."

"You warned me. That's enough." Akefia whispered as they got their papers.

"No talking," their teacher called. "You have twenty minutes! Go!"

Everyone in the class tried their best to answer the questions as accurately as they could. Atem glanced at most of the questions as he answered.

He looked over at Akefia. The other was doing pretty much the same; barely reading the question before answering.

He grabbed his paper and walked up to the teacher almost exactly at the same time Akefia did.

Atem grinned at him as they walked back to their desks. "Not bad timing."

Akefia grinned back, "Yup."

"You were saying about not being good at maths?" Atem raised an eyebrow as he sat down.

"No I said it was annoying." Akefia replied quietly.

"You said you were average."

"I am." Akefia shrugged. "At algebra anyway. Geometry I'm great at. But I don't like it."

Atem rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why you don't like it, but you do so well."

Akefia shrugged. "My mom used to do maths with me a lot. I hated it but she liked it. I still hate it, but I study it for her."

Atem nodded. "I get it."

Akefia grinned slightly. "Thanks." He pulled his timetable out of his pocket and glanced at it. "You guys get mandatory music classes here? Sweet."

Atem watched Akefia a bit curiously. "Your previous school didn't?"

"Nope." Akefia answered with a shake of his head.

Atem hummed. "So what's your favourite colour? So we can become your most hated word; pals."

Akefia stuck out his tongue. "Quit saying pals. But my favourite colour is... Red." He grinned. "What about yours?"

"Silver," Atem replied. "Favourite song?"

"Wolf in Sheep's clothing." Akefia answered, "Yours?"

Atem grinned. "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing," he mimicked. "Favourite food?"

"Steak," Akefia chuckled. "Blue steak. As blue as humanly possible."

Atem scrunched up his nose and shuddered. "That's so nasty! How can you eat it?"

Akefia gave a shrug. "I don't know. I just grew up with hunting, and sometimes i wouldn't cook it completely right. So my dad, instead of having me recook it, he'd make me eat it. So the taste kinda grew on me I guess?"

Atem frowned. "You had odd parents. No offence."

Akefia chuckled slightly. "Yeah, I did. They were great though."

Atem nodded. "I suppose." He wished he could say the same about his. He hoped Akefia's brother didn't ask any questions about this with Yami around.

"So, what's yours?" Akefia questioned.

"My what?" Atem asked, snapping back to the current conversation.

"Favourite food," Akefia answered. "What else would I be asking?"

Atem shook his head. "Nothing. Sorry, I lost track of things. Uh... I like Hawaiian pizza."

Akefia stuck out his tongue. "I'm sorry. No. No. Pineapple does not belong on a pizza. It's disgusting."

Atem placed a hand on his chest. "What? How dare you. Pineapple definitely belongs on pizza. Only on pizza."

"No. Nope. Pineapple belongs in ice cream. Not on pizza," Akefia insisted. "Pineapple on pizza is just wrong."

"Ice cream? Ew! It's pizza!" Atem argued, slightly grossed out.

"Ugh. No. No, not on pizza," Akefia insisted. "Sweet and savoury don't mix!"

Atem shook his head. "But the ham and the pineapple. It's the best part. What if we take turns ordering it, and just agree to disagree on which is better?"

Akefia frowned but reluctantly nodded in agreement. "Fine. Tonight at seven?"

Atem tilted his head slightly, "Maybe. I'm not sure what my brother and I have planned."

Akefia grinned. "Pass me your phone." Atem frowned but handed it to him. Akefia began typing and soon passed it back. "There's my number. If you're free, text me." The bell rang.

"If you haven't already handed up the quiz, hand them up on your way out and I'll give them back to you tomorrow," their teacher called as everyone began to pack up.

Atem nodded as he stuffed the unneeded notebook back into his bag. "So, what does the rest of your schedule look like?"

Akefia glanced at it. "Music, gym, study hall and foreign language. You?"

Atem hummed, remembering what he picked for this year, "History, psychology, study hall and gym. When is your lunch? Maybe we'll have it together."

Akefia glanced again. "Fourth period. Yours?"

Atem nodded. "Yeah, we have it together. I hope you brought your own lunch or money; the food here's shit."

Akefia hummed. "School lunches tend to be."

Atem chuckled in agreement. "True."

"Are we allowed to go into the city for lunch?" Akefia asked.

"Only if you have special permission. Or if you're with someone who has it. So, if you hang out with me, yes." Atem answered.

Akefia grinned. "Perfect."

Atem nodded with a matching grin. "Yup."

Akefia pulled his bag onto his shoulder. "See you at lunch."

"Would you leave me alone?" Yami groaned, looking at Marik and Bakura. "I don't want to have to look over to see you two making out in every class."

Bakura grinned, "We would offer to let you join, but you seem like the type to turn tail and be more annoyed by the offer."

Yami scowled at him. "Just piss off and don't choose my team - just this class!" Gym. One of his only good subjects. And they were threatening to mess it up. No. Way. In. Hell.

Bakura and Marik shared a look. "Aww, look Mar, the Prince has his panties in a bunch." They'd been teasing him with that because he'd been being high demanding.

"You're right Baku. Let's do what he asked." Marik told them, getting dubious looks from the both of them.

"What?" Bakura questioned.

"Let's annihilate his team." Marik replied, stating the obvious with a little hair flip.

"You're not going to beat me," Yami snorted. "Especially not in basketball."

Marik raised an eyebrow and strode closer to him. "Really? I may be wearing pants, but that doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass."

Yami frowned, about to ask about the clothing comment, when their gym teacher blew his whistle. "Basketball; team captains. Yami, you're blue captain. New kid, Marik, you're red captain.

Yami started to call out the people he knew are good players. He needed to win. He wouldn't let anything change the fact that he ruled gym class.

Marik's sharp eye noted who Yami was calling. Tall. Burly. Friends of his? Maybe.

He glanced forward. He picked Bakura, naturally. Then he started picking a mix. Tall and lanky. Small and lithe.

Yami frowned slightly as he tried to figure out Marik's game plan. How was that guy picking his team? By the time the last players were picked, Yami pretty much had the players he initially wanted. If all went right, he'd win.

"Alright, everyone form a circle, captains in the middle." They obliged. Yami glared while Marik smirked. The gym teacher stood in the middle, whistle in his mouth. He blew the whistle and threw the ball up. Both Yami and Marik jumped for it.

Marik caught the ball and instantly threw it to Bakura who dribbled it as he ran.

One of Yami's team tried to take it off him, but Bakura slammed it back to Marik. Marik jumped, caught it and threw it at the hoop while in mid air. It went in. Three points.

Marik's team cheers as they gather with more courage than they began with on their side of the court again. Hardly anybody ever scores against Yami.

Their cheers died a bit when the ball was suddenly gone and Yami was slamming it into their net. He glared at Marik from across the court.

Two to three.

Marik and Bakura shared a look. "Plan B Bakura!" Marik shouted. Yami searched for the white haired kid to find he had disappeared.

Suddenly, Bakura was behind him. "Hello, Prince."

Before Bakura could grab the ball, Yami passed it to one of his teammates. Hassleberry. The sophomore darted to the net and slammed it in. Four to three.

Marik huffed before he nodded and Yami lost sight of him. It was kind of hard to search the court with Bakura blocking his every move. "Move dammit!"

"Why? Getting annoyed Prince?" Bakura taunted blocking his vision of the ball and hopes of finding Marik again.

Yami growled. He feinted to the left and darted to the right, past Bakura. Bakura growled and sprinted after him, but Yami was already at the other end of the court. He blocked Marik's three-pointer and passed to another of his teammates.

A lanky kid on Marik's team somehow manage to have stolen the ball, "B-Bakira!" He called out tossing it, not quite remembering the kid's name.

Luckily for them, it caused most of Yami's team to burst out into laughter so Bakura could catch the ball. He passed to Marik who passed to him; before he passed it back. Marik aimed and shot the ball.

Yami blocked it again. Marik narrowed his eyes. Perfect. Yami was offence and defence, and his team expected him to be all over the court and pass to them. "Bakura!" He called. "Strategy five. You three, offence. The rest of you, defence."

Bakura nodded. Disappear. Pass to Marik. Don't get caught.

Yami tilted his head slightly and glanced around the court. He wasn't shocked to see Marik's team instantly doing what he was said; blocking and attempting to make sure their team didn't score again. He dribbled the ball before passing it to one of his teammates again to see Marik's next move.

The ball suddenly was in Marik's hands. Yami cursed and pelted after him.

Marik ran before jumping, slam dunking the ball. "Ha!"

Four to five. Yami's eyes flamed. He snatched the ball and hurled it down the court to Tori. She shot it from where she caught it. Three points. Seven to five.

Yami smirked victoriously until the ball was suddenly in Bakura's hands. And he was easily making his way through the team and to the other side of the court before shooting. Three points with Marik catching the ball.

Yami frowned. The more he tried to watch Bakura, the harder it became. He was like a phantom. That was it. Watch Marik. He stopped Syrus. "Stay on Marik. Don't let him get the ball." Yami grabbed the ball and passed it to Tristan. The taller boy dunked it.

Nine to eight. Marik raised his hands to guard Tristan. This kid, he could tell, had to be on the school's team.

Bakura and Blaire nodded. Blaire snatched the ball and passed it to Bakura. Bakura redirected it to Marik, but Syrus cut Marik off and passed the ball to Tori. Three points. Twelve to eight.

Yami wasn't smirking. He was grinning. He was... enjoying this. He hadn't had competition in a long time.

Bakura scowled lightly as he blended back in. He was going to have to make the shots himself but stay hidden. The teams struggled for a couple minutes, suddenly enthused to try to win, giving Bakura his chance to scheme with Marik. He got close enough to talk without being seen. "Plan seventeen. You distract. We need the few that can actually shoot hoops to be able to help me just in case so keep them back here guarded in case I miss so that they can reshoot."

Marik nodded in agreement. In minutes, he had three people on him. Bakura shot a ball from the left side of the court and darted to the right before anyone saw him.

The ball hit the ring of the basket before bouncing back onto the court. Marik darted after it, just to keep Yami from seeing that he was still only a distraction.

Yami growled and caught it before Marik. Marik tried blocking him, but Yami bounced the ball through Marik's legs to Tori. Tori caught it and shot again. It rebounded but Tristan caught it and dunked it. Fourteen to eight.

Bakura scowled at the score. He quickly stole the ball from a boy who had caught it on the other team and made it all the way across court before anyone realised the ball was at the other end. Bakura shot and score three points. Fourteen to eleven.

Marik's teeth were grinding. Bakura shot him a look. "Chill," he muttered. "We'll win. Don't get pissed; he's probably been playing for years and you don't know your strength yet. It's only been a few years."

Marik took a deep breath, "Yeah whatever. Just continue what you're doing. I'm good."

Bakura nodded and walked down to the other end of the court again.

Marik took another breath. He could do this it was a game. It was fine.

He could feel Bakura's eyes on him. He waited for the ball this time. Bakura hit it to him and he darted down the court. Yami was there and he jumped at the same time as Marik to block him.

But Marik grinned not letting the ball go and turning in the air to face away from Yami to pass it back to Bakura who shot and scored again. Fourteen to thirteen.

Just as Yami stole the ball back, the coach blew the whistle. "Okay everybody, good game! The bell will ring in about twenty minutes, so go shower and change."

Yami smirked at Marik. He won. But inside, he was raging. He almost lost. Almost lost. Almost lost. He swallowed hard as he walked towards the shower rooms.

He couldn't lose. Sports were the one single thing he had at this school. They kept him fit. Sharp. Alert. If he lost it, he would have nothing.

If he had nothing those beasts won. They'd already take over him not being able to be able to handle anything emotionally, they couldn't take sports and hunting. His normalcy.

"Hey." He looked over his shoulder as Marik jogged up to him. The tanned boy clapped his shoulder and grinned. "Good game."

Yami growled and shook him off. "Whatever."

Marik snorted, "Oh come on, you know we gave you a good time."

"Just leave me alone," Yami snapped. One point. One point and he would have drew. Two points and he would have lost. It hadn't been that close in years.

Marik huffed, "You won. I don't know why you're the one being a spoiled brat." And he marched away ahead of Yami leaving Bakura with him.

Bakura snorted as he watched Marik storm off. "He's sort of right. You won. Relax, or you'll make him want to beat you even more."

Yami rolled his eyes, "You're saying that cause you're dating him."

"Exactly. He's taking the defeat pretty well considering a few days ago my brother beat him in a video game and he threw the controller at the TV, punched my brother, and left." Bakura explained in a bored tone. "So yeah, he'd have you beat at being a spoil sport if it came to it."

Yami rolled his eyes again. "He's not that bad."

Bakura raised an eyebrow. The kind of eyebrow-raise in books that very few people could pull off. The kind that Yami suspected could take hundreds of years to perfect. "Have you met my brother? He's a fucking bunny. The cute ones that sit on your lap quietly and just act cute unless you piss them off. And he punched him because he lost at Mario Kart." Bakura shoved his hands in his pockets. "Ryou's probably lucky the brat doesn't know his own strength yet. Or Marik is. I don't know if Ryou would have started a fight."

"Is there a point to this?" Yami folded his arms.

Bakura smirked. "He likes you. That will push him to beat you even more. If you act like a spoiled brat about it, it'll push him to beat you even more. So relax."

Yami rubbed his forehead, "So if I chill he'll stop being as annoying?"

"No. No, he can't be less annoying." Bakura sighed. "But if you chill, he won't get more annoying."

Yami groaned slightly, "Whatever. I just don't see why you guys have to bug me. Just because you live near me doesn't mean you have to annoy me."

Bakura smirked. "It's because you're fun to annoy. Not as fun as my 'locker buddy' probably will be, but still fun."

Yami cracked a small smile, "Yeah, he'll be nice to annoy. Move his stuff an inch, and he freaks."

Bakura's smirk grew. "Thanks for that information." He began walking a bit faster. "I'll be a few minutes late for lunch. If anyone asks, just tell them I'm... redecorating the locker."

Yami snorted, "Whatever." He couldn't wait to see how this played out. "Just don't take forever."

"Sure thing, Prince," Bakura cackled as he walked away.

Yami rolled his eyes. He could watch if he changed fast enough. While it was a fun game, it was hardly enough to make him sweat. But he was hungry. Nah. Not worth it. He wanted to watch the after-effects of the locker-rearranging. Seto would freak.

DV: Hope you guys enjoyed. I'll post the next chapter soon, I promise. Sorry it's taking so long! Please vote and review. See you next time, Killer Queens!