A/N: Okay, next chapter. Not that anyone really cares, but......

Hurri-Nah, I'm fine. And for the rest, you'll just have to read on. Oh, and I AM MOSTLY obeying the rules with this one, so get off my back! :)

CrazyKeiko- Thanks, I fixed it. The whole chan]kun thing, was before I actually looked into it, and I wasn't paying attention I guess before I posted. Sorry. Oh, one more thing, how the hey did you post TWO reviews for ONE chapter? I didn't think allowed that, I didn't even think it was possible.....ah well......

Here's the next chapter, as I promised, after I got three reviews! Sorry if it's not very good, action is DEFINITELY NOT my strong point! Eh heh heh.......

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Ami whispered from her semiconscious state. Ryou stared helplessly as blood trickled down from her back, and onto the sidewalk, totally unaware of the drawn blade that was within seconds of impacting his head. From somewhere or other, Bakura scowled and muttered something about Ra damned Hikaris, and possessed Ryou's body again, managing to get out from under the blade right before it would have killed Ryou, and probably him.

[What did you do that for!?]
[[You were about to die.]]
[What?]
[[Not now...]]

Bakura landed, gracefully sliding along the wet asphalt of the road, and glared up at his attacker. He was a young boy, maybe a year or two younger than Ryou and his friends, and tufts of mangled black hair could be seen poking out from his mask. Bakura stifled a laugh as the boy tried to pull his sword out of the concrete.

What is it? You unarmed? he asked tauntingly, reaching for his deck. The boy shot him a death glare, and released the handle of his blade. In one swift movement, he swiped up the small dagger that had been in Ami's back, leapt to his feet, and was nearly on top of Bakura by the time his eyes caught up. Scarcely having time to react, the ancient thief caught the boys arm when the sharp, bloodstained blade was only an inch from his face. Tightening his grip till it felt like the boy's bones would shatter, and evil smirk graced his lips. Oh come now, an experienced assassin would know better than to attack someone head on..., Bakura whispered menacingly into his ear, twisting the wrist slightly. The boy's eyes narrowed, and he dropped the dagger. Now that's more like it..., and without even a second thought, he yanked hard, and an audible snapping noise was heard as the boy yelped in pain. Bakura relinquished his grip, and snatched up the dagger, examining it.

[What do you think you're doing? You hurt him!]
[[Eh, he was trying to kill us. I could've killed him instead, if you'd prefer-]]
[NO! Bakura! What about Am-]
[[What about her? She's unconscious, and within the hour she'll have bled to death. No big loss....]]
[What do you mean No big loss'?]
[[Oh, be quiet...]]

The boy was shivering on the ground in pain, and a small trickle of blood leaked from his broken wrist. His eyes were tightly shut and every now and then, he tried to touch it gingerly, but always withdrew almost instantly. Bakura smirked, and hid the dagger. He stood up, and walked calmly toward Ami, glaring down at her. You know, from this angle, she almost looks familiar.....,' he thought absent-mindedly as he, with one strong pull, removed the sword from the sidewalk next to her. The blade was chipped a bit, but otherwise unharmed. So this is what the punk was trying to kill me with...., he said thoughtfully, running a finger across the edge gently, and immediately drawing a trail of blood, though he didn't even blink at it. The boy grimaced, and pulled himself slowly to his feet, cradling his right arm, which was attached to his broken wrist, in his other arm. With his hand leaking blood that immediately mixed with the rain as it hit the ground, a bloody, pale bone poking out like a built in weapon, his dark, soaked, matted hair cast over his left eye, and blending in excellently with the shadows, he cast a menacing look that sent shivers down Bakura's spine, despite the obvious difference in experience and fighting condition.

Don't flatter yourself, tomb robber. You're one of the last people on my list. he said coldly, limping over. Bakura scowled, a look of absolute disgust on his face, and swung his arm into a position where he could easily place the sword right through the boy's heart. Swordsmanship may not be his strong point, but he did know how to kill a person.

What do you mean? he muttered, not really caring much. The boy wouldn't live long anyway, insulting him like this.

Oh, don't worry. You've done well to speed up the overall demise of you and your little friends. But, alas, I still have a schedule to keep to, so you'll just have to wait your turn. the boy declared, gently lowering his arm to his side, then placing his hand into a secret pocket in his outfit, ignoring the throbbing pain that radiated through him.

Well aren't we cocky today? And how do you propose to do that, hm? It's clear to see I could easily kill you right here and now, what's to stop me from doing that? Bakura responded, raising the blade ever so much, till there was only a fraction of a second to separate between when that boy dared to move, and when he'd be dead.

[Bakura! What do you think you're doing?!]
[[Shut up! You want to die?]]
[What?]
[[I said shut UP!]]

Well, if it weren't for your soft hearted Hikari, you could easily kill me, yes. But, I know perfectly well he, and the Pharaoh, would never let you. No matter what I did, as long as I didn't harm precious Yugi anyway. he said in a mock sweet tone as Bakura's eyes hardened in rage. Shifting something out of sight and under his outfit with his good arm, a smirk formed clearly on his face, even through the thick rain. Now be a good boy and hold still. he whispered, under the his breath. Bakura eyed him suspiciously, just before freezing in place. Everything had stopped, now. The rain, the air, all thoughts, even Bakura and Ami's breathing. In this still picture world, the boy looked as out of place as a squirrel in a dolphin factory. Smiling dimly, his eyes glazed over from the still persistent pain, he limped purposefully over the rest of the way to Bakura, yanked the sword from his grip, sheathed it, and glanced over him for the dagger. Not seeing it right off, he sighed. Well, as long as no one finds out I'll probably live. he said, his voice heavy, and he began to limp off into the night, pushing still raindrops out of his way.

Bakura shook his wet mane, and tried to recollect his thoughts. What exactly had happened, one second the punk was right in front of him, the next, he was, gone. And so was the sword. He sighed heavily. It wasn't worth his time, there's nothing that kid could do to anyone with a broken wrist anyway.

[Bakura? What, happened?]
[[I don't know, shut up.]]
[What about Ami?]
[[She's gonna die unless someone does something about her wound.]]
[Well then, do something!]
[[What? Why me?]]
[Because.]
[[Because what?]]
[Because, otherwise she'll die.]

Bakura scowled. That damn little weakling, trying to order me around. he muttered to himself, picking up the girl's limp form nonetheless. Still, I suppose it'd be better to not be on the receiving end of that damn Pharaoh's anger. he reasoned coldly, heading back to the mansion where the others were staying. How very unlike Bakura, to care at all for any other human soul......

((A/N: Okies, there, next chappie! hehe, I like this one! I guess I am pretty decent at action thingies! Well, R&R, please! Or face the wrath of my army of evil rabid snow monkey vampire slaves! I'm off to work on my other fic! Oh, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! :p lol, see ya!))