K- The next chapter is finally posted! Whoot!

L- It took you long enough to type it.

K- What? Can I help it that I've had five essays due in the week before finals, finals, and then the horribly tiresome thing that is Christmas break?

L- ...Christmas isn't tiresome.

K- It is when you have your evil Aunt and crazy Grandmother staying over at your house!

L- Um...

K- And then my mom's Aunt and my mom's cousins and my mom's cousins' kids and my mom's cousin's kids' fiancés had to come over for Christmas dinner, and I'd only met these people ONCE, at Thanksgiving, and apparently all the old people had known me before, so I had to TALK to them, and..

L- OK! We get the picture!

K- ...

L- ...

K- ...

L- ...

Bakura- What are you two doing now?

K- Nothing...

B- THEN START THE STUPID STORY ALREADY!

L- Yish. You didn't have to yell about it.

B- Feh.

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Chapter Eleven

In which Kathleen magically learns how to speak French

After an extremely long night of yelling at everyone and their hot sauce induced nightmares to shut up and go to sleep, anyone who saw Kathleen would have mistaken her for a zombie... Or Gaara, depending on their level of Naruto obsession. At about four in the morning, Kathleen gave up and took an extremely oddly colored sleeping pill. It worked so well that she just had enough time to process the fact that it tasted like cheese before she passed out. With a huge yawn, she looked at her clock. 10:20. She shrugged slightly. At least she got six hours of sleep instead of none at all. After she pulled on a pair of black cargo pants and a Taj Motel Trio tee-shirt, she grabbed her black hoodie, a pair of blue converse and a pair of green tie-dye socks (What? Green tie-dye goes with everything!) and trudged into the kitchen to get something to eat. There she found Bakura finishing up his daily cup of coffee. She shuddered slightly. She wasn't a big coffee fan to begin with, but Bakura always insisted on buying the strongest, darkest roast he could find, and refused to add even the slightest bit of sugar or half and half to it. It made her sick just looking at it.

With a sigh, she decided to attempt to start a conversation. Without even thinking, she said, "Salut, Bakura! C'est un tres bon matin, non? Comme ca va?" Suddenly her eyes widdened. "Gah! Je peux parler français!" Kathleen cried as she collapsed at the breakfast table.

Bakura raised an eyebrow slightly, not even bothering to look up from the paper. "Why are you speaking French? No, wait. I don't want to know. Just go and obsess about how awesome it is in another room."

"Ce n'est pas bon; c'est terrible! Je deteste français!" she cried, slamming her head down on the table.

"Well, can't you speak any other language?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

"Tu comprend français?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled.

"No duh I understand French! I have to speak a person's language to rob the effectively." Kathleen snorted. That was such a Bakura-ish thing to say. She muttered something. "Lift your head up, I can't understand a word your saying," Bakura commented.

Kathleen glared but replied, "Qui vole un oeuf vole un boeuf."

"Wow, that hurts sooo much," he said sarcastically. "I know I told you to never speak Pig Latin again, but even it's better then French. French gives me a headache. So can you speak ANY other language?"

"Noooooooooooooon!" She cried, slamming her head down on the table...again.

"Hello, Bakura!" Laura said cheerfully as she came into the room.

"Shut up!" He growled, storming out of the room.

Laura blinked a few times before shrugging it off. "What's wrong with him?" she asked, grabbing a poptart.

"Il a mal a la tête." Kathleen answered, once again without thinking.

Laura blinked a few times... again. "Kathleen...What's going on? Why are you speaking French?"

"Je peux parler anglais; je ne peux pas parler anglais."

Laura was silent, unsure of what to say. "She says she can understand English but not speak it, whatever that's supposed to mean," Bakura translated from the other room.

"Oh... Why couldn't you magically learn how to speak Spanish? At least I understand that!"

"Tant pis," Kathleen replied with a smirk. Laura just glared. "Au revoir," Kathleen muttered as she pulled her shoes on and picked up her hoodie and purse from the counter.

Laura frowned. "Ok, I understand that. Why are you going to who knows where at 11:45 in the morning?"

"Parsque je ne veux pas etre on retard," she replied as she left.

Laura glared at the closing door. "Um... What did she just say?" Laura asked Bakura.

"She said she didn't want to be late."

"For what? It's Saturday. SATURDAY! The day you're supposed to lay around all day and watch cartoons! If she had to do something for that stupid babysitting class, it should be considered child abuse!" Laura ranted, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"Actually, it is child abuse. For the kid she's babysitting, that is."

"Who's she babysitting?"

"No idea. Some hyperactive kid, I think."

"That should be interesting... Is there anything good on TV?"

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After a very... interesting stop at Starbucks, Kathleen had finally gotten to the house of the poor and unfortunate Kaiba brothers. Well, poor isn't exactly the right word. They were anything but poor. But they were unfortunate. Well, the older of the two was. The younger was probably going to have one of the better days of his young life. Kathleen looked down at the address in the folder, then up at the huge house she was in front of. Shaking her head, she pushed the doorbell. She waited for a few seconds, then the door slowly swung open. Kathleen blinked a few times. There wasn't anyone there. With a sudden look of understanding, she looked down. A pair of eyes the exact same color as her own were staring up at her through a mass of messy black hair. The young boy raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Kathleen...is that you?" he asked, clearly surprised.

"Oie, c'est moi," she said, leaning against the door frame.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, not thinking anything of the French.

"Je suis ton sitter," she said with a sigh.

"Ok... Why are you speaking French?" Kathleen shock her head slightly. What was it with people and asking that? "Wait... You didn't take one of Kaiba Corp.'s experimental language pills, did you?" Kathleen blinked a few times, unsure of what to say. "The French one looks really weird and tastes like cheese." A look of understanding crossed her face and she nodded. "Well, follow me. I have a box of the antidote inside." As Kathleen walked into the house, her jaw dropped almost to the floor. To say that this place looked like a palace would be an understatement. Eyes wide and mouth slightly open, she followed Mokuba into the largest Kitchen she had ever seen. She was so amazed by everything that she almost walking into Mokuba, who had stopped in front of a cabinet. He frowned, looking up at the towering structure.

"I'd get the box down for you, but it's on the top shelf of this cabinet. Seto put it up there when I was using the French pills during French class," he commented while glaring up at it. Kathleen grinned and quickly climbed up onto the granite counter. Slowly standing up, but still managing to hit her head on the underside of the cabinet, she opened the door and glanced over the multitude of boxes in every shape and size imaginable. "It's the one with the British flag on it," Mokuba called from the fridge, where he was searching for something to eat. Kathleen look and, sure enough, there was a thoroughly British box on the top shelf. She opened it and found several individually wrapped pills, which looked exactly like miniature cans of Spam. With a grimace, she popped one in her mouth, and immediately blanched. With a look of pure horror, she gagged and started coughing.

"My god, that's disgusting! What in the world possessed you to make pills that taste like Spam? Isn't having to speak French enough of a punishment?" She suddenly stopped her rant. "I'm speaking English! Whoot!" She paused, grinning like a Cheshire cat, which is a very strange expression if you think about it. No cat, even a Cheshire one, can grin. But you get the picture. "I've got a British accent, too! Awesome!"

"Oh, that should wear off in a few hours," Mokuba commented, now searching the freezer. Kathleen didn't show any sign of having heard this, being too occupied with dancing around the counter, several times coming very close to the edge and almost falling off. She was so obsessed with dancing and ranting about her new accent that she didn't even notice when a certain person walked into the room. Frowning, they walked over to where she was.

"Kathleen, why the hell are you doing the Macarena on my kitchen counter? Why are you even in my kitchen at all?" a certain CEO growled, glaring at her.

Kathleen, who happened to be facing the other direction, widened her eyes in surprise. "Seto!" she cheered, jumping up in the air and, in the process, fell off the counter and onto, you guessed it, everyone's favorite teenage billionaire who's age just had to be changed by the dub. Come on! 16 year old billionaires are sooo much cooler then 18 year old ones. As Mokuba laughed maniacally and Kathleen ranted about how there were evil forces at work that were trying to get all of them in the same place so they could brainwash them and use them to take over the world, and that the Kaiba ancestors must have been pillow makers because Seto was a very comfy pillow, Seto rubbed his head. As his hand went over a particular spot, he winced in pain. He knew it was a bad idea to put tile in here. Shoving Kathleen off him, he glared up at her.

"Kathleen, what are you doing here?" he finally asked, getting slowly to his feet.

"I'm Mokuba's babysitter!" she cheered.

His eyes narrowed. Somehow this did not seem like a good idea. "Who's bright idea was this?"

"Miss Daisy's," she drawled, sitting on the counter.

"Get off the counter," he growled, rubbing his temples. She promptly sprang off. Seto looked at his watch with a frown. He didn't have time to deal with this, he had a meeting in 15 minutes. "Ok, here are the rules: Mokuba can do just about anything as long as it doesn't involve atomic weapons, hacking into military databases, hostile takeovers of pathetic companies, stupid stunts like jumping out of a third story window, or eating sugar."

Kathleen blinked a few times. "Eating sugar?" she asked, glancing over at Mokuba, who quickly hid his bowl of ice-cream. "Sooo... can he do a hostile takeover of a cool, good company?" she asked, following him to the front door.

Seto grabbed his trademark silver briefcase and headed out the door. "Sure, as long as it shows potential for improvement."

"And... When are you getting back?"

"... Around 9. Why?"

Kathleen smirked, strangely reminding Seto if himself. "No reason. See you latter, Seto!" He rolled his eyes and walked off, not even noticing the pair of eyes watching them from the bushes. The person in question grinned evilly.

"Excellent," they whispered, lowering a camera.

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Kathleen sat down on a bar stool, looking over at Mokuba. "Sooo... you aren't allowed to eat sugar?"

Mokuba looked up from his pile of food, frowning. "No, but if you try to take this away..."

"What are you talking about?" Kathleen asked, genuinely surprised. "You aren't eating any sugar. You're just eating cake, ice-cream, chocolate, gummy bears, marshmallows and cookies. But if you do try to eat any sugar..." Mokuba blinked a few times. What she actually serious? "Sooo... What do you want to do?"

"You really like saying 'sooo,' don't you?"

"Maybe... What do you want to do?"

"Well, I was thinking about hacking into North Korea's military database and starting a war with Canada..."

"Didn't your brother say you weren't allowed to hack into military databases?"

"Please?"

"Sooo..."

"You did it again!"

"... Why don't you just hack into the FBI?"

Mokuba was taken completely off guard. "Is this a trick to get me to agree so you can turn me in to the Secret Service?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nope. It's just a loophole."

Mokuba grinned. "You just might be the single decent babysitter I've ever had. I might even go easy on you."

Kathleen grinned evilly. "So, let's go start a war! Oh, and can we take over Microsoft after that?"

"You know, you really are evil... And insane..."

"Please, flattery won't get you anywhere," she commented with no sarcasm what so every as she grabbed a handful of gummies.

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Kisara lay sprawled across the couch, glaring at a shadow on the wall. "I'm bored!" She complained, pulling a pillow over her head.

"And I care because..." Bakura asked, flipping through channels, never stopping on one for more then five seconds.

"If I don't find something to do soon, I'll hurt you," she grumbled. Bakura turned the TV off and walked over to her.

"Well, that's just too bad now isn't it? And what makes you think you could hurt me?" he drawled, smirking down at her. She growled and tossed her pillow at his head, missing by more then three feet. Bakura reached out and caught it as is sailed by.

"Your aim's gotten worse. I didn't think that was possible," he commented before dropping the pillow on her head and waling away. As she glared at his retreating back, Ayoka walking in, frowning slightly.

"Kisara, I've been thinking..." she began, only to be cut off.

"Aren't you always" Kisara asked, letting one of her legs slide off the couch.

"Ha ha ha. But I was wondering, if we got stuck in our rings when we tried to get Bakura out, where did Seth go?"

"Does it even matter? Who knows, being the perfect person that he was, he might not have been sealed."

"Imagine what could have happened to him! We have no idea!"

"And your point is?..."

"He's your brother! Don't you care the least bit that his spirit could be controlled by some evil madman trying to take over the world?"

"Like I just said..."

Ayoka sighed. This was going no where. Kisara wouldn't help find Seth if he was the only person who could save the world from destruction. Actually, that had happened before... Those two had spent all their time together arguing. They were even worse then Bakura and her. The only thing they had in common was their uncanny resemblance to each other, a talent for being annoying and an extreme hatred of Atem... "His spirit could be controlled by someone on Atem's side..." she tried, hopping it would work. It did. Kisara opened on eye and glared. "And he could... um... help us make a larger anti-Atem club? she added, a questioning tone in her voice.

"Ok, fine! I'll help! He either got trapped in his rod or that millennium tablet thing that magically updated to the most advanced technology that he stole from me." Ayoka blinked a few times. "You know, the one that magically updated from a stone tablet to papyrus? He went around bragging about it for weeks? Never let it out of his sight?"

"Oh, that one. It was more like months in my opinion. I was still working in the palace then, so I got to hear his daily bragging fest to the palace scribes." Ayoka left off " It sort of reminded me of you," knowing that Kisara would kill her if she said that. "Now we just need to find those two items and..."

"One of them has already been found," Bakura drawled from another room. "A guy by the name of Marik Ishtar has it. He's supposed to be the current tomb keeper, but considering he refuses to stay underground in that Ra forsaken pit, who knows what we're supposed to call him." Ayoka and Kisara blinked a few times, surprised that he was being so helpful. Ayoka opened her mouth to ask something, but he cut her off. "And no, he won't join the club. He went good after that damn Pharaoh saved him from his demented Yami. And no, you don't want togo recruiting his Yami. He should still be banished to the shadow realm, but he could have gotten out. He was a nutcase to begin with, but now that he's been in the shadow realm for a while..." Bakura shuddered.

Ayoka blinked a few times. "Ok.. um... Where does this guy live?"

"Cairo. Why?"

"Do you think you can get us some plane tickets?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like it." Ayoka sighed. Ok, maybe Kisara and Seth weren't worse then Bakura and her. They were just about tied.

Kisara frowned slightly. "Well, you can come with us if you want, and you might because Laura and Kathleen are going to have a Monty Python Marathon and Ryou's inviting all his friends over."

Bakura's eyes widened. "Ok, fine. I'll get you tickets. Now pack a few days clothes in a carry-on bag and meet me back here in 10 minutes." As he stormed off, Ayoka shook her head slightly.

"I didn't know Ryou was inviting anyone over," she commented as they headed to their rooms.

"He's not."

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Several hours later, and by several we mean about 9 and a half, Ryou and a few other people, and by a few other people we mean Seto's favorite people in the world, were sitting in front of Ryou's TV and discussing which movie they should watch. And, as is expected, by discussing we mean Yugi and Tea were sitting with wide eyes while Tristan and Joey attempted to strangle each other, Yami was ranting on about how it was their destiny to watch his choice, Serenity was in the kitchen getting the snacks, and Ryou was failing miserably to convince a very pissed Laura to watch with them. Due to all the excitement, no one noticed that the other Yamis were gone. Well, no one except Laura, who was feeling betrayed.

"For the last time, I will NOT watch a movie with you idiots! It's probably going to end up being some retarded one like 'Lost Pony 2.' And even if it wasn't, I wouldn't watch with you because Yami always gets the best seat and Joey hogs the popcorn."

Ryou blinked a few times, a confused look on his face. "That pony got lost again? That's so sad!"

Laura rolled her eyes. "I rest my case." Luckily for Ryou, he was saved from an extremely long, extremely angry rant about people's pathetic taste in movies when the doorbell rang. "Are you going to get that? No? Well, fine, I'll get it. Why is it so hard for someone closer to the door to get up and walk a few feet?" She continued to mutter under her breath as she stormed over to the door. "What?" she half asked, half yelled as the door swung open to reveal a very unusual sight. Her glare slipped off her face and was replaced by a look of pure astonishment. "Seto? What are you...doing... oh." Her voice sort of slipped off as she noticed the figure thrown over his shoulder. "What happened to Kathleen?" she asked in astonishment.

Seto shrugged, causing Kathleen to slip slightly. "I have to idea. When I got back from my meeting, I found both her and Mokuba passed out and snoring loudly on the floor, surrounded by junk food."

"But what were they doing?"

"I have no idea, but I have a feeling it involved nuclear warheads and Madagascar."

"Madagascar?" Seto nodded. "Um...ok... Do you think you could drop her off in her room? I don'tthink could carry her, but I can show you..." She was cut off by Yami wandering over.

"So who was at the door... Kaiba! What are you doing here? Have you come to accept your destiny by joining us for move night?"

The brunette's eyes narrowed. "No." Unfortunately, 'movie' seemed to be a taboo word for Kathleen, who almost instantly woke up. In one clumsy movement, her head shot up and she hit it on the door frame, causing her to fall not-so-gracefully onto the floor.

"Movie? I love movies. What one is it? Is it a horror movie? I love good horror movies, but most are crappy. If it's a crappy one I don't want to watch it. I don't want to watch some stupid science fiction one, either. Or a Disney one either. I don't like Disney movies, most are stupid. Especially the Disney Channel Original ones. They are sooooo stupid. Chick flicks are usually stupid. But Win a Date with Tad Hamilton was ok... I want to watch Kung Fu Hustle! It's sooo funny! And violent. Yay! Violence! Let's watch the Matrix. Or some movie where lots of stuff explode. Mokuba and I were going to blow up Madagascar. Madagascar is retarded, the movie is even worse. So what movie are we watching?" By some means unknown to man, she was able to get this all out in one breath. Everyone who was within throwing distance just stared at her in surprise, and blinking an unnatural amount of times. "Well? What movie are we watching?"

Tea blinked a few more times. "Well, seeing as both Tristan and Joey are unconscious... We'll be watching Yami's choice, which is... 'Lost Pony 2.'"

Kathleen's eyes narrowed. "WHAT? WHAT SORT OF RETARDED MOVIE IS THAT?" she shouted. Her eyebrows furrowed together slightly. "The pony got lost again?"

Seto raised an eyebrow slightly. "I better be going. Mokuba's in the limo right now... And I sort of pity the driver."

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K- Wow. This chapter might be one of the longest in the making.

L- Yeah. It took us... more weeks than I want to think about.

K- Hopefully it won't take this long for the next chapter. Actually, it won't. We already sort of know what we're doing for the next chapter.

L- Yeah. And that's been the same for... every other one!

K- And?

L- And... um... I don't know...

K- Let's see... we need to end this off with a bang.

L- I have a bad feeling about this...

K- I know! GAARA!

Gaara- What?

K- Will you say bye to these nice folks?

G- No.

K- Please?

G- T.T

K- Gah! Scary! Ok, I don't want you to use that desert coffin thing so... Bye!

G- T.T

L- ((stares at Gaara)) ... HEY! YOU AREN'T KAKASHI!((sad sad))Why can't I have my favorite character?

Katie- Because you suck. And take too long to write.

Annie-AND WHAT ABOUT ME! I've been waiting for FOREVER to come back! Laura... I'm going to KILL YOU!

L- Uh, oopsies! BYE BYE!