A/N: I'm writing a lot more now that my deadline is coming closer. I originally wrote this chapter at 12:12am, but then I had to write a new chapter because the plot seemed rushed to me. So that can give a good idea of how weird this plot is going to get. Happy Birthday Spidey. Also Thanks to L.A for betaing and thanks to various songs for helping me to write this chapter.

Warning: Some references to Yu Yu Hakusho.

Note: Italics equals thoughts, bold equals emphasis, and underline is a language other than English. Ok?

Disclaimer: All I own is the plot, Agape, Bakari, Baraka, anything that has to do with the Prodigiums, Wizard-Theif and the Dragoa Bar. The Capital Restaurant is a real place but I've never been there so my account of it is fictional and my own.

When Bakura is dragged to a play by Ryou, he quits the first chance he gets. In his mind it was smart thing to do even though he now has to go to Paris. Will a flirting Jean and the fact that he is sharing a hotel room with Wizard-Theif change his mind? Will he stop thinking it was a smart thing and start thinking it was the right thing?

Chapter 6

Are you jealous?

The first thing Wizard-Theif did when she got back to the hotel room was look at the time. She was surprised to see that it was already 6:00am and was also surprised to see a pile of Bakura's clothes right behind the door. With a sigh and a shake of her head she picked them up and threw them onto the man's bed. "Well at least I know he was here," Wizard-Theif thought as she moved over to her suitcase. Within seconds she had her laptop out and was typing up her articles for the spas she had visited. She finished them quickly and sighed again. "I had the chance to ditch this place sooner, and I go ahead and act responsible. What the hell is wrong with me?! Oh well. What's done is done, now I'll just have to live up to my word."

At that exact moment, Bakura's cell started ringing. Wizard-Theif looked at it for second, debating whether she should answer it or not. Before she could make up her mind, her own cell started ringing. When she answered she was surprised to hear Bakari on the other end.

"Hey little sis," he said.

"Hi Bakari, what's up?" she asked.

"Nothing much. Is Bakura with you by any chance?"

"No, why?"

"Ryou was trying to call him but he didn't pick up."

"He left his cell in the room. It was just ringing."

"Can you tell him to stay in Paris for the rest of his punishment?"

"He kinda has to. The planes are all down except for the ones flying out of the country."

"Ok. I'll tell Ryou and can you tell Bakura that Ryou convinced his boss to let him stay an extra day?"

"Sure, but why did his boss let him do that?"

"Ryou explained that Bakura was away for punishment and the boss said that he might as well stay away for another day. Something about how France would be a much more horrible punishment than anything he could come up with."

"He and his boss hate each other, don't they?"

"Completely."

"Then why hasn't Bakura been fired or quit yet?"

"Probably because his boss likes torturing him too much to fire him and Bakura needs the money."

"Where does he work again?" Wizard-Theif wasn't sure why she was asking. Maybe just to make sure that Bakura wasn't involved in the darker part of society. Back in Ancient Egypt he had sworn that once they had enough gold to get out of the country and travel, he would give up thievery and get a real job. Wizard-Theif wasn't sure why he had promised that when he seemed to enjoy himself in the Egyptian Underworld, but it would be interesting to see if he kept his promise.

"He has two part time jobs. One is at the Dragoa Bar, that boss was willing to let Bakura off for about a week. The other is at some snobby restaurant, the Capital Restaurant or something, that's the boss that hates Bakura's guts. It's weird though because all the other workers do zip, and he gets heck when trouble happens, even though it's never in his section."

Wizard-Theif nodded. She had done a review on both places. The Dragoa Bar was a bit rundown, but since it was supposed to look like an old fashion bar it added to the effect. Service was fast and friendly, nothing illegal drinking wise and the pricing was fair. Wizard-Theif nodded to herself, she could see Bakura working there. The Capital Restaurant, on the other hand, was high class and as Bakari had said, 'snobby'. Service was impossible except for one section of the restaurant. Wizard-Theif's boss had told her not to go sit in that section so she wasn't sure who the waiter was. Secretly, Wizard-Theif had the feeling that the owner of the London Journal had it in for the Capital Restaurant but she didn't say anything.

"What section is Bakura's?" Wizard-Theif innocently asked.

"Think he said it was B1. Anyways, he is also volunteering at a pound."

Wizard-Theif frowned. That didn't sound like Bakura unless he was using it to get rid of stress.

"He says the pound works as a stress reliever, but Ryou and I know the real reason he works there."

"Care to explain?"

"It's right across from the London Journal."

Wizard-Theif knew that Bakari was grinning like mad at that moment. She sighed and then said, "Bakari, just because you knew Baraka doesn't mean you know Bakura."

"He is the reincarnation of Baraka isn't he? Wait a second, how did you know that? He's not supposed to tell you."

"Let's just say that a little birdie told me."

"Ryou?"

"Agape."

"Ah. Anyways, reincarnations aren't all that different from the originals."

"So you are saying that sweet, polite, mature Ryou is similar to annoying, rarely polite, immature Bakura?"

"He wasn't like that when he was little now was he?"

"… I just realized something. You just said that reincarnations aren't all that different from the originals right?"

It was clear from Bakari's voice that he was confused. "Yeah."

"And you seem to think that Bakura has a crush on me."

"It's fairly obvious that he does even if he doesn't know it yet. You're point?"

"Think about it slowly."

Wizard-Theif waited a second for it to click with Bakari. She smiled when it did.

"No! That is not what I mean! Baraka didn't like you like that! Hell, he was like thirteen years older than you. Ew."

"Then how can you say that Bakura has a crush on me?"

"Simple. Baraka liked you as he would a little sister. If your ages were closer then it may have gone further than that since I wasn't about to get in the way."

"And you think because Bakura is only a year older than me that it will go further?" She laughed. "You're crazy, Bakari."

"Let's have a bet then."

"Keep talking."

"I bet that when you return from the trip you'll be rooming at our house because of a fight, and within a week you and Bakura will be sleeping in the same bed at the same time."

Wizard-Theif blushed a hundred different shapes of red. "Now I know where Agape got that thought about Prodigiums and humans from," she thought as she barked, "Bakari! You sicko! If I find out that you are doing that to Agape you are going to-"

"Hell no! Masika! I'm not suggesting you're going sleep with him! (You'll have tons of time for that when you're married.) I'm just saying sleeping same bed. You two could be snuggling and then just fall asleep! And I'm not like that with Agape! We are just dating! I'm not going to do anything to her!"

"Then stop talking about those sort of things with her!"

"I'm not!"

"Then why is she asking questions about Prodigiums and humans?!"

"Hell if I know! Maybe she was asking for your benefit since you never think about that sort of stuff. I'd hate to break it to you Agape isn't the same little girl you and Bakura knew back in that orphanage in Egypt. She's grown up just like you should have."

"Grown up or not, she shouldn't be thinking like that!"

"Masika," Wizard-Theif could tell Bakari was calmed down but was getting seriously annoyed with her attitude, "this is not 3000b.c; this is the twenty-first century. So are you going to bet or not?"

"The stakes?"

"You lose, you have to admit to Bakura what you really think of him within a month of the lost. I lose, and I'll get you a new car."

"I don't need a new car. Mine works just fine!"

"Once again, you need to get with the times. Your Stingray is ancient!"

"I don't want a new car! And it's a 1991 Chevrolet Stingray III. That's not all that old!"

Bakari sighed. It was obvious that he was rolling his eyes. "Fine. I'll never ever imply or say that you or Bakura have an interest in one another, if I lose."

Wizard-Theif nodded. "Deal… Bakari?"

"Yeah?"

"How did we get from you telling me to pass a message on to Bakura to a bet?"

Bakari was silent for a second and then said, "I have no idea. Speaking of that message, Spidey had one for you. She wants you to come home on the same plane as Bakura. Once you are done with the spas, you've done your punishment, so you can go to war museums if you want."

"Okay. Thanks. I'll see you in…?"

"Uh… two days?"

"Sure. Two day then."

"See ya little sis, and do me a favour?"

Wizard-Theif sighed. "What is it?"

"Annoy Bakura for me, ok?"

A grin worked over her face. "Need you ask?"

"See ya later."

"See you."

Wizard-Theif hung up her phone and remembered that she needed some violence ASAP. After all that peace and junk from the spas, her mind was turning to mush. On the plus side, she now knew why Spidey acted the way she did. Moving quickly, she grabbed her Yu Yu Hakusho Volume Seven manga. Where else could one find such a perfect mix of humour, drama, senseless violence, politics, good guy vs. bad guy, and witty banter? (No, Spider-girl comics don't count.) She was only a few pages into the manga when the phone that the hotel provided started ringing. With a sigh she picked up.

"Hello?"

The voice replied in French. "Hi, it's Jean."

"Oh yeah, he doesn't know my name," Wizard-Theif remembered as she replied in French, "Oh… Hey Jean… Is there a reason why you called so early in the morning?"

"I think I forgot my backpack over there. I need it for today so do you mind if I come and get it?"

"Nah, it's ok. Bakura is out so he can't really complain. See ya in a few minutes."

"See you then."

Wizard-Theif sighed as she lay back onto the bed. "Well, at least he is just grabbing his pack and leaving. Maybe I can lie and say I have a boyfriend already really subtly. That would solve the problem real fast… Nah, can't do that. He might not even care. Boys are so weird… Maybe I could ask Bakura for help. He's an immature, dense man. He would know what to do… Nah, my pride won't let me do that. So what's my battle plan?"

She was knocked out of her thoughts by a soft banging on the door. "That was fast," she thought suspiciously as she walked over to open the door.

"Ugh… what's that banging?" Bakura thought as he slowly looked around the closet. He slithered over to the door and peeked out. He sensed more than saw Wizard-Theif open the door to let in Jean. The mortal entered the room and looked around. He muttered something about the backpack being in the closet and Wizard-Theif jumped to look for it. At once Bakura felt anger towards the mortal for reasons unknown to him. Bakura didn't have time to figure those reasons out because he had to move away from the door or else Wizard-Theif would see him.

When she opened the door, he slithered around behind her and ducked under the bed. There he had a somewhat perfect view of everything that was going on in the room. He watched as Jean moved over to the phone and unplugged it. Bakura couldn't figure why the mortal had done that until he bolted the door shut. At once Bakura felt the need to rush over and bite the mortal, but he wasn't sure if his bite was poisonous in his transformed state or not. He forced himself not to move and watched as the mortal moved over to where Wizard-Theif was.

"Is this it?" Wizard-Theif asked as she held up a black backpack.

Jean smiled at her and Bakura wished he was human so that he could punch him. There was just something about how the mortal looked at Wizard-Theif that made Bakura want to kill him. It took Bakura a second to realize why he was feeling like that. "The mortal was looking at Masika lustfully! He is so lucky that I'm not human right now and can't show myself to Masika but the moment I can bite you without her seeing I am so doing it!" Bakura had to stop himself from hissing at the mortal.

"Yeah, that's it," Jean replied. "You know… you're very pretty."

Slowly Bakura realized that his protective feelings had strengthened. As he watched the conversation between Wizard-Theif and Jean he tried to figure out why.

Wizard-Theif had just politely smiled at Jean's compliment. "Thank you. So are you going to be leaving now?"

Jean shook his head as he sat down on Bakura's bed. "I was hoping we could talk."

"Uh… sure," Wizard-Theif said as she sat down on her bed.

Bakura didn't like where this was going one bit. If Wizard-Theif wanted to get all personal with some French guy she could at least do it at a café or something in the middle of the day, not the middle of the night! While Wizard-Theif and Jean talked, Bakura noticed that Wizard-Theif hadn't used her cursed tone on the mortal. This confused him since Wizard-Theif always used the high pitched, falsely sweet, and slightly fan-girlish voice to curse people when they started getting personal with her. She always reasoned that since she had that power because she was a Prodigium, she should be allowed to use it to get rid of possible stalkers.

Bakura tried to figure out why she hadn't used her cursed tone yet, until he decided Wizard-Theif was just trying to show him that she didn't use her powers on purpose. Then he remembered that Wizard-Theif didn't know that he was even in the room. He changed his reasoning to the fact that she didn't need magic to get rid of the bellhop. She was way more powerful than the bellhop without any sort of special ability.

When the conversation continued for more than ten minutes Bakura began confused. He didn't understand why Wizard-Theif didn't kick Jean out or use the cursed tone on him while kicking him out. Was giving a guy bad luck by talking to him in a special super sweet tone so wrong if you really wanted to get rid of him? Suddenly Bakura was hit with a scary thought, what if Wizard-Theif didn't want to get rid of Jean?!

Bakura almost hissed again. He'd put a stop to any feelings she might have for Jean as soon as he was human again. The girl deserved to know that the guy only liked her for her figure. Bakura realized that if he told her that she would know he was in the room while they were talking. That put a huge hole in his plans, but he was Bakura. He'd figure out a way.

Finally they stopped talking, and Wizard-Theif handed Jean his backpack. She then moved towards the door and Jean followed. Bakura felt rage building again when he noticed how close Jean was to Wizard-Theif. Wizard-Theif didn't notice though because she was looking at the door that Jean had locked. Bakura heard her mutter in English, "I could have sworn that the door was unlocked."

Suddenly Bakura understood why his protective feelings were stronger. He slapped his face with his tail. "I'm such an idiot! I totally forgot that she is weaker now because I'm a cobra and in the same room as her. Baka! Baka! Baka! Right now that mortal could cause some real damage! AH! What kind of guardian am I? If I don't do something Bakari is going to kill me." But Bakura couldn't do anything. If he showed himself, Wizard-Theif would go ballistic. He almost hissed again but just barely managed to stop himself. With an enormous effort, Bakura tried to calm himself so that he could think up a plan.

Before he could come up with a plan both Wizard-Theif and he were paralyzed. Wizard-Theif was paralyzed in fear and surprise while Bakura was paralyzed by his rage. Jean had just pulled a knife from his bag and put it to Wizard-Theif throat. "She must know that is she vulnerable or else she wouldn't be this worried," Bakura thought as he watched. "That bastard is going to pay."

For a moment, Wizard-Theif thought she was dreaming, but then Jean moved his free arm around her waist. At once she wished she could still merge but the bat curse was somehow making her as weak as a normal human. She was willing to bet that she couldn't even use her cursed tone to curse the mortal. Fear was running through her blood as she tried to think up a plan but she couldn't do anything with the knife that close to her throat.

"You're very pretty, you know?" Jean whispered into her ear as he pulled her closer to him.

At that moment, Wizard-Theif wanted nothing more than to throw up. She desperately hoped that Bakura would walk into the room, but somehow she knew that he wasn't coming. She was completely on her own. Wizard-Theif tried to keep calm and not show how frightened she was. "What do you want?" she forced herself to ask in French.

"I think it is obvious." His free hand had moved from her waist to play with her hair. "I want you."

"You sicko! You're just as bad as Karasu!" Wizard-Theif didn't care if she what she said may have gotten her killed. It was true. Suddenly she had an idea. If she bit him or kicked him in that 'special' spot, the pain would make him drop the knife.

Jean didn't seem to mind her comment. "I'm glad to see that you have spirit. This would be no fun if you were shy."

She was about to kick him when she felt the knife against her throat again. Suddenly the knife was gone and she was pushed back onto Bakura's bed. To her horror, Jean was on top of her. At once, she saw what Jean was going to do and was about to jump off the bed when Jean put the knife to her throat again.

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle," he said. "And who knows, I might not kill you when I'm-" Jean finished his sentence with a howl off pain and looked behind him. He swore and then threw his knife at whatever had hurt him. He must have missed because the next second he and Wizard-Theif had fallen off the bed.

While Jean was trying to kill whatever had hurt him, Wizard-Theif looked around the room for some sort of weapons. Even with her powers gone she could tell this wasn't an ordinary human. Her eyes fell on the vase of flowers on the middle night table. Suddenly Jean cried out in pain again. Wizard-Theif looked over to see the bellhop frantically shaking his hand around. She noticed that something had bit him on that hand and was holding on but she couldn't see what that something was. Suddenly the something released its hold and went flying against a wall.

Jean turned towards Wizard-Theif who quickly got up. He tried to stab her, but she pushed herself out of the way. The quick move confused Jean so Wizard-Theif used it to her advantage. She purposely moved over to where the vase of flowers were even though she knew that if her plan didn't work that she would be trapped.

Jean looked at her and noticed her manga and the flowers behind her. He started walking over to her. "Going to make a rose whip are you?"

Wizard-Theif didn't say anything because before she could, Jean was howling in pain again and cursing down at his foot. With only seconds to act Wizard-Theif grabbed the vase and knocked Jean over the head with it. Jean fell to the ground, hard, but he wasn't knocked out like Wizard-Theif had hoped. He surprised her again though, instead of trying to attack her again, Jean walked over to the door. He opened it, turned around and then said, "I will get you." The next second he disappeared behind the closed door.

Wizard-Theif stared at the door for a second before sinking down to the floor. Why did she always get the psycho ones? First Zorc, then Jean. Who was next? Yami Marik!?

For a moment, she thought about calling the French police but decided against it. The last thing she wanted to do was get caught up with the police. It wasn't that she didn't like the police, it was just that if she told them about the assault she would have to stay in France longer. Then the girls in England would want to know why. That would lead to her telling the girls what happened and then the girls would try to track down Jean and probably get themselves killed. Even if they didn't die, Wizard-Theif probably would because they would interrogate the hell out of her and then lock her in her own room due to their paranoia.

Thinking of Jean, Wizard-Theif still didn't know what had hurt Jean so badly but she owed it big time. "Well… when Agape calls again I'll sure have a story to tell her. At least it's over," Wizard-Theif thought as she looked around. She was feeling calm and peaceful again until she heard a small hiss. At once she stiffened. "Please oh please let that not be what I think it is," she thought as she looked over to the wall near the bathroom. There, laying on the ground, staring at her, was a small white cobra. Wizard-Theif gulped. "Why Bakura? Why did you have to bring a cobra? Why not a dog or some other kind of snake? Why a cobra?!" Trying to keep her voice level Wizard-Theif managed to say in English, "Thanks… for biting him."

The snake nodded as if to say, 'You're welcome' but its glare said, 'You owe me big time.' Then it disappeared into the bathroom.

"Mental note, avoid bathroom at all costs. I think I'll just close the door so that it doesn't slither around the whole room." Wizard-Theif thought as she silently moved to the bathroom. She quickly closed the door and then looked over at the clock. 8:28am, brilliant, in a few seconds she was going to be a bat again. With a sigh, she lay down in her bed. If she was going to transform she might as well be in bed while she was at it. Within seconds she was asleep and within minutes she was a bat again.

When Bakura had transformed back into a human at noon, he was not impressed. When he had bit Jean the first time the mortal had kicked Bakura off, and he had hit his head. The second time he had been thrown right against the wall and then slid down to the floor. He also had cuts from some close calls with the knife. With a sigh he decided to take a shower, treat his injures and then get dressed. After his shower, he wrapped a towel around himself and started looking for some bandages. While he was looking, he thought about what excuse to use to explain his injures if Wizard-Theif asked. When he found the bandages he had decided that he would say he got into a bar fight. He smiled. She would believe that for sure.

While he was treating his injures he looked at the scales on his arms. The right arm had caught up to the left arm and now not only were his arms covered in scales so was a bit of his chest. He sighed and then went to get himself some clothes from his suitcase. While getting his clothes he noticed that Wizard-Theif's bat was back and was sleeping in her bed. A small smile crossed his face when he saw it. "It really is sorta cute. I wish Masika wasn't so afraid of cobras though. Oh well. At least she didn't find out about my curse."

Bakura got changed and then decided he might as well follow Wizard-Theif's example and get his Christmas shopping done. Unlike her through, once he had bought an item he had it gift wrapped and then mailed the gift to the house where the receiver lived. It was the first time he had ever done anything like this and the people at the stores were wonderfully helpful. He ended up staying there until around five. He grabbed a bite to eat and then ran back to the hotel.

When he got there Wizard-Theif and her bat were nowhere in sight. Bakura assumed that Wizard-Theif was out at the spas and her bat was out hunting. He sighed and then got into his bed. At once he was asleep since shopping had really tired him out. When he woke up again it was pass midnight so he was human.

At that point Bakura decided to go to the bar again. He figured that he deserved a drink after that fight. When he got there he ordered his drink with hardly any trouble. He was happy to see that some more knowledge of French had been transferred from his cobra form to his human one. "At least this transforming has one good thing about it," he thought as he sipped his drink. His friend from the night before was there, and they talked a bit before the man had to leave.

After the man left Bakura found himself roped into a drinking contest which he won easily due to the fact that most of the other competitors were already drunk. Bakura ended up sticking around a little longer than he had planned since some of the men had started to test him on his French. They made a game out of it, and by the time Bakura realized what time it was, it was almost 6:00am.

He realized that he didn't have enough time to run back to the hotel so he went to the washroom. Not the first place he would like to transform but he didn't have any other choices. Before he entered the washrooms he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. Once in the washroom, he wrote up a French 'out of order' sign waited until the washroom was empty before putting it on one of the stalls. He looked at his watch, 5:48am, not much time left.

Before he could enter the stall another man entered the washroom. Bakura almost frowned but instead entered another stall. As soon as the other man left Bakura quickly moved into the stall he marked out of order. He quickly stripped off his clothes because it would look weird if there was a pile of clothes randomly in a stall. When he removed his watch to hide it with his clothes behind the toilet, he noticed it was 5:59am. He gave a sigh of relief. He made it. The next second, he transformed and the smells of the washroom hit him like a brick wall. He held his breath and quickly buried into his clothes that were hidden.

When his own scent hit his nose Bakura left out a sigh of relief. At least his clothing was blocking out the other scents. He just hoped that the bar would be open when he transformed back into a human. If it wasn't he could just break out, but he preferred being able to walk out of a bar without having to do anything illegal. With such comforting thoughts in his mind he rested in his makeshift burrow and listened to the sound of drunken Frenchmen talking.

He awoke to the sound of swearing in French and looked over at his watch which was beside him. To his delight it was 11:58am. He quickly slithered out of his makeshift burrow and held his breath as he waited to transform back. Within seconds he had transformed back into his human state and quickly clothed himself. He left the bar without any trouble and made his way to the hotel.

When he got to the room, he saw Wizard-Theif's bat was about to take a nose dive so he rushed over and caught it. He sighed in relief when he did. "You're just a ball of trouble, aren't you?" he asked it.

The bat glared at him and then looked away while it made squeaking noises. If Bakura didn't know any better he could have sworn that the bat was swearing at him. He shook his head and put the bat on the bed. The bat didn't want to stay there though and started crawling towards the middle night table.

"I guess you can't fly yet, can you?" Bakura asked it.

The bat seemed to glare at him again before trying to make its way over to the night table. Bakura sighed and picked the bat up. It started squeaking as if telling him to put it down. "If you bite me I will drop you, and it will hurt."

The bat appeared to be giving him a mix of Wizard-Theif's 'I didn't even think of that' face and her 'you suck' face. Bakura had to stop himself from laughing.

"You're so much like her it's scary," he said as he put the bat down.

The bat seemed to ignore him and appeared to start chewing on a piece of paper. Bakura saw Wizard-Theif's hand-writing on it and quickly pulled it out of the bat's reach. If the bat ate her article, she would give Bakura heck. He then noticed that it had his name on it. After a quick look at the bat who was giving him 'read it already' face, he did as the bat 'told' him to.

The note explained that Wizard-Theif and he would be leaving to head home on the 3:00am flight on December 7th. Bakura realized that December 7th was today. He had been in Paris for four days and hadn't even realized it. He continued reading and saw that Wizard-Theif said that she would be back at the hotel room by 1:00am. Then they could go to the airport together so that neither of them missed the flight. Bakura nodded to himself. That made sense.

With nothing else to do Bakura lay down on his bed and turned on the TV. He was amazed when he could follow everything perfectly. A grin quickly appeared on his face. He had managed to learn French! The only problem he had now was convincing Ryou that he didn't use magic but his own free will. Maybe he could ask Wizard-Theif to say that she helped him. In a way she did since he learned most of his French from when she was talking to Jean.

After a few minutes of watching the French dub of Fruits Basket, Bakura turned off the TV and decided he might as well take a shower. After all, he did spend a night in a washroom of a bar. He was about to leave the room when he looked back at the bat. What were the chances of the bat getting into huge trouble while he was gone? Bakura thought for a second and decided that he should keep an eye on the bat at least until Wizard-Theif came back or half an hour before he would transform.

By 4:50pm Bakura couldn't take anymore French television. He decided that he would take his shower now and let the bat take its chances. The bat didn't seem to mind the fact that Bakura was ditching it. In fact it seemed almost happy. Before he disappeared into the washroom it turned the TV back on by stepping on the power button on the remote. Bakura just shook his head and went to take his shower. He ended up transforming into a snake while he was in the bathroom because his hair was refusing to dry, and he didn't like wet clothes.

When he finally was human again and dressed, he exited the bathroom to see Wizard-Theif sitting on her bed watching TV.

"Hey," she said in French when she noticed him.

"All that French dub anime has gone to your head," Bakura replied, also in French.

Wizard-Theif just shrugged and Bakura waited for her to realize that he had used French.

When she did, she looked at him in disbelief. "Did you just speak French?"

Bakura grinned and replied again in French. "Does this answer your question?"

"Oh Thoth…" Her surprise changed to curiosity. "How?"

Bakura shrugged and spoke in English. "Some guys down at the bar taught me."

"In four days?" Wizard-Theif looked at him not in skepticism but in wonder. "Wow. Just wait until the guys see."

Bakura grinned. "Now I can swear at Bakari, and he'll have no idea what I'm saying."

Wizard-Theif grinned too. "Welcome to the joys of knowing a language that only a few people in our group knows."

He frowned. "Who else knows French?"

"Spidey, Agape, and Bakari."

"Bakari knows French?"

"He met Agape in France when they were both living there, didn't he?"

Bakura sighed. "I guess that is why you never swear in it."

Wizard-Theif nodded. "Yeah… so now what are we going to do for an hour and a half?"

"War museum?"

She shook her head. "Can't."

"Punishment?"

"Sorta."

"That sucks."

She shrugged. "It could always be worse. It could have been kiss a guy and go to all the spas."

Bakura made a face causing Wizard-Theif to laugh. "Ick. I'm glad that Ryou took pity on me."

Wizard-Theif gave him a doubtful look. "He threatened you with a different punishment?"

He nodded. "He said that Spidey needed a new punishment for you and said he was going to suggest that she force us to go out on a date."

Wizard-Theif shook her head. "They never learn do they?"

"I doubt it. So what have you been up to since Kaiba's party?"

"Work, annoying Mossnose, more work, sleeping, eating, talking to people, a bit more of work, and uh… work."

"You work too much. If you keep that up you'll turn into Kaiba."

"That's a scary thought. What about you?"

"Same."

"What time is it now?"

"Still not time to go."

"Damn it."

Bakura went over to his suitcase and pulled out a pack of regular playing cards. "Wanna play War?"

Wizard-Theif nodded and they started playing. After War they played a couple of other card games until it was time to move out. As they waited in the airport, Bakura was amazed that they managed to talk and play together so long without fighting. He had to admit that always fighting with Wizard-Theif was annoying. Even when they were kids and they fought they made up fast but now that they were adults they rarely finished a conversation without it ending in a fight. He was glad to have a change for once and hoped that it would last, but as they got onto the plane he had the gut feeling that it wouldn't.

A/N: The chapters are smaller then longer and then smaller and then longer. I wonder why… Anyways, does this seem rushed to you? I mean the story and the relationship? I hope not because that would suck. Please review before you move on to the next chapter. And thanks for reading!

-WT