Hey again! As promised, here's Chapter 3! Ooh, and if you're wondering about team names, Pearl came up with them. Her explanations (And I quote):

Your Team (Melody), consisting of you, Enzan, Yami and Yugi, is called "Embodiment of Black-White Balance" which signifies the fact that everyone in your party has an even distribution of light and darkness (and even Enzan's hair is black and white!) My team (Pearl), with me, the Hikari twins, Blues, and Jounouchi, is called "Enchanters, Warriors, Assassins", which describes our different roles (I'm an "enchanter" because I can call upon magic, the Hikari twins are Network Warriors, Jounouchi has a warrior-themed deck, and Blues, before he met Netto and Rockman, behaved like an assassin, as he heartlessly slaughtered any interfering Navis); the first letters of each word can be spelled in reverse to spell "AWE".

Anyway, enjoy!

Team One: Embodiment of Black-White Balance

Members: Melody Hakurei, Yami Yugi, Yugi Mutou, Enzan Injuin

The journey was set, the task was at hand. Enzan knew he was the most unfamiliar with the culprit of their quest, and immediately raised a question: "Florence...is the one with the bat-shaped hair, right? Does anyone here know him well enough to determine where he would go?"

"We've tangled with him a couple of times," Yami answered, "All we have to do is insult the fact he never got much screen time. Also, insult his British tendencies, which will rouse him."

"But this is the kicker," Yugi piped in, his voice soaring to a louder volume, one that sparked with the childish glee written in his wide eyes, "Hey, fluffy! Come out and fight, you fluffy kitty cat!"

The angered howl burst forth from the hall, as the recognizable rage-flared tone of Yami Bakura shouted back, "WHO SAID THAT?!"

"I did, Fluffy!" Yami yelled. It was obvious that the spirit was doing his part in protecting his partner, in this case by diverting Bakura's wrath to himself. "If you want me to stop," Yami continued loudly, "Then just try!"

The silhouette of Yami Bakura slowly came into view, and the Thief King's crazed, bloodshot eyes glared like a hungering beast's. The Millennium Ring sparked. His aura inflamed the entire room, with the slow, burning sensation of being roasted in a furnace. A bemused smirk curled upon the Thief King's lip.

"Oh, if it isn't the Pharaoh," Bakura muttered. "Can I have your throne now?"

"No." Yami's steely ice-cold tone seemed to freeze the hellish aura of Bakura's. The room became silenced, its occupants aware of the battle underway. Like the two opposite forces, frost and heat, the thief and the Pharaoh could never be reconciled.

"We just want to beat you up," Melody imputed. "Problem?"

"Oh, really?" Bakura mused. "Maybe you'll think differently when you see this..."

The Thief King set down his loot-filled sack, and opened the rim. The sack tipped over, and several pairs of leather pants spilled out. "I have the source of your power, Pharaoh!" Bakura triumphed, breaking into mirthful laughter.

"You do realize leather pants aren't the source of my power, right?" Yami retorted, surpassing a laugh at the image of the Thief King's crestfallen reaction.

No such luck, however, as Bakura said, "Of course, Pharaoh! Because I've also equipped myself with these!" He tapped the concrete with the heel of his shoe, proclaiming their type for all to hear: "Leather shoes! Now we can be on equal footing!"

"And that's not it either," Melody said dryly. "We're following canon here."

"What?!"Bakura's conceited expression quickly fell prey to one of crestfallen disappointment. Angrily, he protested, "That's not fair; you called me by my abridged name, 'Florence'! Aren't I allowed to also take the advantage of the Abridged Series?!"

Yugi gave off a playful wink, before happily sticking out his tongue and replying mockingly, "Sorry, Bakura, main characters only."

He rubbed salt on the wound by laughing attune to that statement, an unwise move as it lured the Thief King into rage, a step which prodded him into the next action. The Millennium Ring blazed with light, an outpouring blast that instantly blinded all eyes, its pressure seeping through the team's skin pores, sensation so real it felt like steaming acid. There was a faint scream, yet the voice of its owner was a lost significance, as sense and feel only returned when the light died down.

Both Yami and Yugi glanced around. There were no fractured walls or scarred granite; visible signs of damage were absent, as if that light was as substance-less as its impact.

"Nothing. . .happened?" Yami muttered, confused.

"Enzan-kun!" Yugi shouted, quicker on the uptake than his reflected side. He knew Bakura was intending for something worse than physical damage. . .

And he was right. Enzan's body slackened and his blank-white eyes lost all presence. All presence of a soul, the trademark of a successful attempt from the Millennium Ring.

Team Two: Enchanters, Warriors, Assassins

Members: Pearl Hikari, Netto Hikari, Rockman. EXE, Blues. EXE, Katsuya Jounouchi

The worst part of the day was when the group ran into Seto Kaiba. At least, that's the way Pearl put it, and her reasoning came about due to one solid fact: Kaiba's hair color retained its Season 0 status, a neon green mushroom-like cut that beckoned laughter from the entire Team Two.

"Hey!" exclaimed Netto, somehow mustering the words together in spite of his shaking laughter, "Kaiba's hair looks like Enzan's Dye Disaster!"

That was the absolute wrong thing to say. Blues' hand twitched in accordance with drawing his sword, but he conquered the instinct in regards to the fact that there was nothing to fight. Angrily, he muttered, "Now I know where that picture went."

Netto flinched back, his round face reassembling to match a childish pout, as well as the fear of getting busted for his misdeed. He heard Rockman's soft voice whisper in his ear, "Netto-kun...what are you going to do now?"

"That's a no-brainer, Rockman," Netto answered, his mischievous smirk already returning despite the sudden setback. "Auction the copies of it on E-bay."

Frustrated, Rockman face-palmed and wailed, "No! Not that!"

Netto snickered at his Navi's confession of futility, though his victory was short-lived. The moment he let his guard down, Blues swooped in and took what opportunity offered; he grabbed the embarrassing picture straight out of Netto's hands and violently slashed it to shreds with his newly drawn sword.

Rockman breathed a sigh of relief. "At least that's settled..."

"That's what you think," Netto retorted gleefully. "I've got copies of that picture copied on my PC."

Thank you for reading once again! I hope to get Chapter 4 done soon!