Twilightknight1594: Happy late New Years, St. Patrick's Day, and Easter and any other holiday that I missed. Now, on with the story.

"Hey, is he ok?" There was a voice that sounded like a little girl.

/What in... Is who ok?/

"I think he twitched." Another voice. This time a young boy.

"Let's poke him with a stick!" Another boy, probably about the same age.

/Do it and I'll break your arm./ Bakura tried to move his arm to hit away the misfortunate boys who happened to have found him in such a foul mood, but found that it was fairly difficult to do. He tried again and noticed that his arm was actually behind him and bound. He also noticed that he had a searing headache and that he couldn't feel the ground. /Great. My arms are bound, I'm surrounded by irritating children, and my legs are numb. Well, let's see what kind of wonders I'm in for next./ Bakura opened his eyes slowly and… "WHAT IN….!" When he opened his eyes three faces were looking down on him and he noticed one other detail. .."Ow…"… Bakura had been upside down. Now, thanks to his surprise, Bakura had flipped over and rolled and was now lying on his back, and was being crowded around like he was some kind of side show spectacle.

"I told you he twitched!" Bakura looked up and saw that the person who said that was a little boy who had jet black hair, a scratch on his right cheek, blue eyes, a green t-shirt, and dark blue shorts with some tennis shoes that looked to be about two sizes too small.

"Yeah, but he still doesn't look good." Bakura glared at the other boy who had brown hair, hazel eyes, a blue t-shirt, and red shorts and flip-flops, which made him back away. Actually, all of them did.

"Hey, stop scaring them! It's not nice!" That was the little girl who had spoken. She had long blonde hair, a sort of dull green eyes, a dark purple t-shirt, and a black skort on. Bakura rolled over and sat on the floor giving them a very threatening glare. He could already tell that he was in for a very heckish night, or morning, whichever it may be, and he didn't need these three to make it worse.

"Suggesting that someone be poked with a stick and saying that they don't look good isn't exactly nice either." The little girl looked at the boy with brown hair, who just giggled mischievously.

"Yeah, but we could have been in some kind of coma or something and poking you could have saved your life. I mean, you could have been dead or something!"

/You don't know the half of it./ "Unless you have some kind of magical stick to poke someone with I don't think that it's very likely that you will save someone's life like that. Now, if you were trying to give them a splinter then…"

"But I saw it in a movie!"

"Oh yes, and everyone knows that everything that happens in a movie is real!" Bakura's words were dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, how do you know?! Have you ever not seen it work?!"

"I've seen it kill someone. How's that for not working?" The kids just kind of looked at him for a second not knowing what to say.

"Yeah, but did you see it not save someone's life?" The black-haired boy asked.

"(sigh) No. No I have not but…"

"Then you can't say it wouldn't work!" Bakura would have slapped the boy if he could, but he really wasn't in the position to do so, and he had other things to deal with then the misconceptions of small children.

"Fine. Whatever. I don't have time for this." Bakura started to look around the room and saw nothing but gray everywhere. Grey walls, grey ceiling, and grey floor. Everything was grey and concrete. The walls were also bare save for a tiny window up near the ceiling that was painted so that light couldn't get in. The only source of illumination in the room was a small lamp that ran on oil. It was sitting in the middle of the floor near him. "Where am I anyway?"

"Nuh uh. You were mean so we're not telling." The girl said wagging her finger in a fake authoritative manner.

"Are you serious?" Bakura said in a way that said that he thought things just couldn't get any worse. All three nodded and started to move to another part of the room. He was about to give up on them when an idea hit him. "What if I promise to be nice? I'll give you a present." All three turned and crawled back so quickly it took Bakura a bit by surprise.

"Really?" The brown haired boy asked.

"Yes." Bakura said, trying to be sincere.

"Really really?" The black hair boy asked.

"Yes." Bakura said, a bit annoyed but trying to hide it.

"Really really really?" The girl asked.

"Yes." Bakura said, now visibly annoyed.

"Really really really really?" The brown haired boy asked.

"Yes really! Now stop asking already!" The kids shrunk back at the volume of his voice and Bakura lowered his voice as he continued. "Now, I'll give you the present after you help me ok?" The kids looked at each other and then nodded.

"Ok. Whatcha want to know?" The black haired boy asked.

"You can start by telling me where it is I am."

"Uh…we don't know." The girl said quietly.

"Yeah. We just kinda got here." The black haired boy said almost as quietly.

"Ok…so how did you get here then?"

"The boogey-man got us!" The brown haired boy said loudly. The other two kids turned to face him.

"Nuh uh, he's the abominable snowman!" The black haired boy said.

"Nuh uh, it's not even snowing! He's a giant! Or maybe that Sasquatch thing I heard about!" "The girl said.

"Same thing." Said the black haired boy.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yes huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yes huh!"

"Maybe he's a robot!" The brown haired boy said.

"Let's just all agree that he's some abomination and move on alright!" Bakura said, looking his patience. The kids looked at him strangely and then the brown haired boy raised his hand. "What is it?"

"What's an abomination?" Bakura looked like a mix between disbelief and irritation.

"It's…just a monster thing ok?" Bakura was not going to give some long explanation just to have the kids not understand that. The kids took that answer and went with it. /If these kids saw a real monster the shock alone would probably kill them. Especially if it was one like what the pharaoh has… wait a minute./ "Hey, was there another kid that came with me? One that had really spiky hair?"

"You mean starfish boy?"

"Yes, starfish boy. Where is he?" The kids pointed over to a dark corner where the faint outline of someone lying there could be seen. "Is he awake?" The kids shook their heads and Bakura started working on getting himself free. No way was he going to stay trapped like that, but also, no way was he going to let the pharaoh actually see him successfully bound.

"Hey, need some help?" The girl asked.

"No, I have it." Bakura pulled the rope from behind him and held it out while the kids applauded.

"Wow! That's cool! Where'd you learn that?!"

"Years of practice." Bakura said with a smirk.

"But you only look like you're five." The black haired boy pointed out.

"I guess that's one mystery you'll just have to wonder about." Bakura tossed the rope to the side and got up, brushed himself off, and started to walk over to the pharaoh. He knelt down next to the king, who was in a similar situation as Bakura had been, save for the upside down part.

"Oh Pharaoh. Pharaoh. Pharaoh get up or I am going to kill Yugi!" There was no response.

"Poke him!" The brown haired boy said.

"Didn't we already have this discussion?"

"Yeah, but it might wake him up!" Bakura looked down at the passed out pharaoh and smirked.

"I have a better idea. How is it that I ended up upside down?"

"We turned you that way, since you weren't moving. We thought you might wake up." The brown haired boy answered.

"Can you do that to him too? If I do it he might be angry, but if you do it I don't think he will."

"Why? Does he not like you or something?" The girl asked.

"Well…we have a bit of a sketchy past. I won't be specific but there are some things that it is best that I don't do. And besides, if he is mad, you get to blame it all on me, and by helping me you get your present, remember?" That was enough to get the kids to turn Atem over. Only this time, unlike Bakura who stayed that way for a while, Atem just flopped right over. The good thing was that he woke up.

"…ow…"

"Good morning Pharaoh. I do hope we weren't interrupting any good dreams." Atem looked up to see Bakura and the three kids looking down at him.

"…Bakura…where are we…? The last thing I remember is being thrown into the back of a truck and…"

"And then we are here. I know. I guess we were thrown far harder than was necessary. We're in some concrete room. I don't really know where exactly." Bakura said as he looked around at his surroundings, still trying to figure out the same thing as the Pharaoh.

"And who are those kids?" Atem asked as he tried to untie himself.

"I'm Yuki!" The girl said.

"I'm Blake!" The brown haired boy said.

"And I'm James." The black haired boy said.

"Well I guess that answers that. They've been here much longer than us, but they don't know much more than I've told you." Atem looked at them.

"How long have you been here?"

"About three days. Blake's been here two and James has been here for about as long as you." Yuki said.

"But I thought he had just escaped." Atem said.

"Well, we found out two days ago, and since time is pretty had to tell in here it's probably not hard to guess that they are off a bit. Do you want help with that or are you going to keep struggling like that until you get rope burn?" Atem looked behind him and could feel his wrists starting to chafe and sighed.

"Just help me get untied." Bakura pulled on one part of the rope and the rope fell, freeing Atem.

"Nothing to it really." Bakura said with a cocky smirk.

"He's an escape artist!" James said.

"Yeah, like Houdini!" Yuki called out.

"Yeah. We saw him untie himself too." Blake said.

"It looks like you have some fans Bakura." Atem said as he rubbed his left wrist in an attempt to make it stop hurting.

"Quiet. I don't want any fans Pharaoh, and I don't want to have some kids going on about me untying a rope."

"Um…excuse me…Pharaoh and Bakura." The two looked over at James.

"Um…yes?" Atem asked, not sure how he felt about a little kid referring to him as Pharaoh like it was his name.

"His name isn't Pharaoh, it's Atem. I just call him that."

"Oh ok. Well, Bakura said he would give us a present if we helped him and I was just wondering…what exactly is it? I don't see one and we can't leave so…where's it going to come from?"

"Bakura?" Atem looked at Bakura who just looked as cool and confident as usual.

"Why, your present, for being such good helpers, is that when we escape, so do you."

"Really?!" Yuki asked, getting excited.

"But how?" Blake asked.

"You'll see. But first I would like a minute to discuss this with the Pharaoh, ok?" The kids just sat there and continued to stare at them. "Alone."

"Oh." The three crawled back to the lamp and left Bakura and Atem in the shadows.

"So, I guess you have some sort of plan Bakura?"

"Actually…not one."

"Great. So how are we…" Atem was cut off by a door that had been covered by shadow on the other side of the room slamming open, and the man who had kidnapped them walking in with a giant smirk on his face.

"Well hello kids. Having fun?"

10:30 AM Kame Game Shop:

Joey and the others had been standing outside the shop with the police and Yugi and Ryou gave their reports to the detective. The others looked around outside Atem's window for evidence, but saw nothing that hadn't already been found. After the police drove away the group went back inside and sat down, not knowing what to do.

"They went and did it anyway, didn't they?" Tristan asked rhetorically.

"Yeah. Looks like it." Joey said.

"So what are we going to do?" Tea asked, clearly afraid for the safety of the Pharaoh, and possibly Bakura.

"Nothing right now. We have to wait and see if anything turns up."

"But Tristan.."

"No buts Joey! Can't you see what has happened to the Pharaoh and Bakura? Do you want to end up like them or make it worse for them?" Joey looked down, defeated.

"I guess you're right."

"And besides, just because they aren't home doesn't mean anything bad has happened. I mean, I can't speak for the Pharaoh but I know that the other won't necessarily care if someone's worried about if the know he's ok. They could be fine and on their way here right now." Ryou said, being optimistic despite what he actually thought.

"Yeah, I guess." Yugi said, thinking otherwise as well. He looked toward the door and sighed. "Hey, Ryou, if we were to look for them, you know, theoretically, where would you go looking for Bakura?" Everyone looked at Yugi, wondering where this was going. Ryou thought for a moment and then looked toward the door as well.

"I don't really know. I mean, I know that he probably goes downtown a lot. He said once that he had gone to show everyone who was the superior thief."

"What happened?" Joey asked. Ryou responded with a slight shrug.

"I don't really know. I just know that it had to have gone a least somewhat well because I didn't have any cuts or bruises when I woke-up that morning."

"You mean he did it before you two had separated?" Tea asked.

"Yes, he really didn't care about the fact that he wasn't using his own body for the job. But he did at least do his best to avoid injury, so I guess that that is a good thing at least."

"Yugi, what was the point of that question? You're not thinking of going after the kidnapper, are you?" Tristan asked, getting concerned.

"Oh, no. I was curious. I mean, I know you said that we shouldn't go looking for them, but it's a least a good idea to know where to look. Just in case we're asked or something." Yugi said, trying to be as innocent as possible. Joey, however, saw through it and came up with an idea.

"Well, I'm up for a walk. You know, just to clear my head and help me think. What do ya say to joinin' me Yugi?" Joey asked, after standing up and stretching his arms.

"I think that's a good idea." Yugi rose and then looked at Tea and Tristan. "If you guys want to stay here you can, or if you want to go home we can call if they come by with any updates later." Tea and Tristan nodded, but Tristan looked suspicious. Ryou stood there and nodded but wasn't thinking of going home. Everyone headed to the door and outside. Tea and Tristan went left, while Joey, Yugi, and Ryou stayed there and watched until they turned the corner.

"You comin' Ryou?" Joey asked.

"Yes. I think I will. I wouldn't want to intrude on your walk, but I want to help out in looking for them." Yugi and Joey nodded and the three of them set off, not noticing that Tristan and Tea were looking out from behind the corner.

"I knew they were going." Tristan said.

"So, what do you think we should do?"

"(sigh) Well, we should probably stay here in case the police do come by with an update or, even better, if they come by to tell us they have found the Pharaoh and Bakura."

"Do you think they'll be alright?"

"Oh..yeah. I think so. Maybe…" Tristan tried to think of something more encouraging to say while they walked back to the Kame Game Shop. "Oh man…"

"What?" Tea asked. Tristan tried the door knob a few more times and then started pulling on it and then gave up.

"I…don't…have..the…key." Tristan said in between breaths.

"Great. Where's Yugi's grandpa?"

"Asleep."

"Oh, fun. Well..only one thing we can do: MR. MOUTO!" Tea called, trying to get Mr. Mouto's attention.

"Hey, Yugi's grandpa! Can you hear us?!" They waited for several minutes and with no answer being given, they sat down on the ground by the door.

"Guess we're stuck out here."

"Great." /This is going to be a long day./

"Hey Tea…"

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry." /Yup. A very long day./

Bakura: Finally.

Atem: Hey, where is she?

Bakura: (looks around) She's… I don't know where…

Twilightknight1594: Ok, sorry I'm late.

Bakura: What in… you write these things, how can you be late?!

Twilightknight1594: I just am. Anyway, that was Chapter 10. Hope you liked it. I would do chapter 11 right now, but my eyes are about to fall out so… yeah… I'll put it up tomorrow. Later world.