Two light haired blurs hoofed it down the streets of Domino unintentionally mirroring their respective yami's almost perfectly. You know, except they were on actual streets, they weren't running from the cops, they had different styles of dress and their presence was notably less intimidating. But that's beside the point. They were running at break neck speeds. Speeds which would have actually impressed their darker halves. People were diving out of their way, cursing them as they sped by. Malik had to execute a complex series of acrobatic flips and fluid jumps when oncoming traffic refused to stop (Ryou with a burst of speed managed to make it before the green light), only missing a white sedan by mere millimetres!

The most shocking of this spectacle? Ryou was talking into his cell- looking for all intents and purposes- unwinded while Malik yelled at people to get the hell out of their way. Thus allowing Ryou to continue running hazardously with a relatively clear path. It was really the only reason that he noticed what he noticed seeing as Ryou was completing engrossed with his cell. (People could almost mistake him for an expecting teen-daddy if not for the fact they already pegged Ryou as a gay).

They passed by a decrepit alley, Malik glanced in to make sure nothing was coming and was confused to see a fairly nice, new looking limo parked suspiciously in it's shadows. And a female Yami. Violet eyes bugged out like this - (O-O) and Malik went careening into a brick wall. Ryou ran another full block before he realized the blond hikari was no longer with him.

…...

Yami held the phone with a vice-like grip, teeth grinding as Bakura continued to rant on about how it wasn't a big deal that he was in a female body. An ice cold glare that Seto would have been proud of was set on his face (HIS PEOPLE, HIS! He was a freaking guy and no matter the freaking physical pluses a female body seemed to have… it was only aesthetic. He was male, so he was going to refer himself as such. The first person to contradict him was going to regret it… oh they'd regret it alright but first…). It wasn't a big deal? Wasn't a big deal? He'd show that bastard how much it wasn't a big deal! Having already been winding down the window he let go a fierce inhuman screech before chucking the phone at a graffiti defiled wall. The words "fuck you" sprayed intricately across the brick surface only, for some reason, making him angrier.

Glaring at the shattered device he blindly reached for the ignition. Yami was already in the midst of thinking dark dangerous thoughts when Malik quite suddenly popped up into the angered spirit's vision and an even more devious idea sprung forth. A crazy, irrational, CRAZY idea. A twisted, unnatural smile spread across his face

"Yami, what the hell hap- wuah!" The blond was cut off as the usually tamer of three yami's yanked him into the vehicle until he was hanging halfway through. Blazing red irises zeroed onto Malik's stunned but frightened face. The definite bruising he'd get from this manhandling suddenly didn't seem worth voicing his protest in light of the ex-pharaoh's heated gaze and demented smile. And as selfish as it was, he wished Ryou was in his place right now. Malik in this very moment, understood with every ounce of his being, that Yami should never ever be considered anything less than what he was- dark, and that he was foolish to think otherwise.

"Lets visit big sis, hm?" Yami drawled sending a distinct chill of foreboding down his spine. Not for himself no, the feeling would have been overwhelming if that were the case. This was for just being caught in the crossfire. Malik was pretty fucking sure it was because of Bakura. If you ever saw Yami feeling "negative" it was most always Bakura. This was definitely one of those times. Maybe it had to do with Yami being a girl at the moment.

Before he could reply, not that he could have gotten his tongue to work even if he had something to say, a purplish block portal opened up swallowing them whole. Sending them towards his dear sister Ishtar.

Ryou walking passed the abandoned limo only giving the vehicle a cursory glance only moments later before trying to spot his blond haired companion with cute confusion, growing frustration and a smidge of worry.

…...

Bakura glared at Seto's cell, the sound of a disconnected call blaringly obvious even as he held it in front of his face.

"I think you might of pissed him off." Marik was quick to point out with a growing smile not unlike the one Yami had sported. The many ways in which Atem had gotten back at Bakura for angering him were just plain awesome and ingenious. This up and coming one was sure to be a good one. Even better because Bakura was blind to what was coming. As proven with his rebuttal.

"What are you talking about?" the white haired yami growled in annoyance. "I was just telling him it was okay."

The defence was weak and he almost seemed to be pouting.

The two yami's were the last ones outside of the manor. Standing at the entrance with a beeping phone between them. The blond thought Bakura had yet to hang up because he couldn't actually believe that Atem had, in a manner of speaking, cut them off. Everyone else had preceded to go inside and discuss what had happened with Yami and his whole gender switch. As much as the story would have been indubitably amusing, what was the point in knowing the how? Atem was a female now and all they needed to figure out was what they needed to do to turn him back. Fuck the how.

When Bakura finally disconnected the call a few minutes later after coming back from his thoughts they headed inside to find the others in one of the main rooms off to the right. Where they then caught the end of the conversation Yugi was currently having with Ryou.

"What do you mean Malik went missing?" Yugi asked incredulously.

Yeah that definitely wasn't a chill the darks suddenly felt at the news. Uneasy, Marik had a feeling he wouldn't be free from whatever Yami maybe planning for Bakura.

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