AN- Ok, sorry, I lied! I didn't post two chapter yesterday! I'll try and do that today instead... Hee hee... Thanks to the reviewers, three last chapter :D I feel all warm and fuzzy :D Cyber hugs and cookies to everyone! So, here's a new chapter. I dunno what you expected to happen with that last cliffhanger, but I hope you didn't see this coming. Enjoy!

She pushed the thought out of her head, just as said knife was raised to her cheek.

For several, terrifying seconds, she thought he would slice straight through her cheek and leave her to bleed. So naturally, it came as a massive relief when he removed it… Until she noticed the slightly threatening way in which he was rolling up his sleeves.

She attempted to say something, maybe an excuse to escape, maybe to tell him to go away… Most likely something in a sad attempt to get away from this man. Either way, it made very little difference, since it only came out as a panicked sounding squeak. She hadn't even realized she was quite so scared up until she found out just how useless her voice box was being right then.

Now, that made her worried. She was never speechless. Not ever. No matter what situation she'd managed to land herself in, there was always a witty remark or cutting comment that could be made. Not now though. Her mind was a scary blank, and it was in slow motion that she watched a powerful fist connect with her face.

It didn't even hurt. Not at first. She wasn't sure why, until she realized it was adrenaline spiking through her blood. She barely noticed as she raised her fist, and pounded it straight back into the yami's face.

It was almost scary. The way she was acting now was so uncharacteristic, and she could see the shocked look on the males face. Whatever reaction he'd been expecting, it wasn't that. She could feel her mouth curve into a cruel smirk, and suddenly, a shock of memories from her childhood crashed back through.

Karate, Tae Kwon Do, all sorts of self defence lessons. She'd taken a lot. And now, everything came flooding back. This guy had most likely caused one of her friends a lot of pain. It sure as hell looked that way.

Her foot suddenly flew into his stomach, followed by a harsh smash into the side of his head again. He crashed into the floor before he knew what was going on. She looked up, pain finally beginning to settle in. She held a hand to the side of her head, dragging her eyes away from the slight mess of a man on the floor, to see Bakura and Marik both staring at her.

Neither of them seemed capable of any reaction other than shock. She smiled slightly, her head starting to spin. He had actually hit her immensely hard. Too bad for him she'd been hyped on adrenaline when he'd first hit her. Otherwise he would've won flat out.

She'd always been like that. Things went mental when the excitement started and kicked her into overdrive. And now, the most terrifying being in the small world that her life centered around was a groaning mess on the floor. She finally registered what she'd really done. And was a lot more scared. Next time he had a knife, she was so screwed. More than freaking likely, she thought sourly, finally stepping gingerly away from the male, and going across to the boys.

"Well, hey there," she murmured, trying – and failing – to ignore the sharp throb in her temple. They were still staring, totally amazed with what they'd just witnessed. Anyone who hadn't seen it wouldn't believe it. So it looked like no-one would have to know.

"Did you seriously just do that?" Marik's voice wasn't full of awe the way Bakura's expression had just gone. It was actually… Angry. And that was when her brain seemed to realize that she'd more than likely just got him into a lot more pain. Oh yay.

He turned on heel and stalked off. He did that far too much and it made him look like a sulky teenage girl. The longish blond hair didn't help the image, either. She almost giggled, but even just a smile tweaked her face badly, causing her to wince instead. Bloody hell, even that hurt now.

Bakura noticed her wince, and wiped his face clean, just as a winded spirit dragged himself off the floor, clutching his face and looking incredibly angry. Although, the expression was marred by the pain that plashed across his face when he opened his mouth to speak. So naturally, he closed it again, tossing her a look that was so full of poison and hatred that it made her flinch back.

It was at that point that she really realized exactly what she'd gotten herself into. That look, one single venomous look, promised pain and suffering beyond anything anyone would've thought possible. So what did she do? She smirked straight back at him.

Of course, she still didn't know what made her do that. The male practically snarled at her, before turning and heading after Marik. The way he did it was almost a perfect imitation. Freaky. Bakura was saying something about getting home, but she wasn't really listening. It seemed like a better idea to try and figure out just what that crazed guy could do to her.

It wouldn't be legal, that's for sure. Although, she wasn't entirely sure that he even properly existed. So there really was nothing she could do. Not to someone who legally and officially wasn't here.

Bakura's voice was getting louder. How annoying. She forced herself to concentrate. He was telling her she might have concussion. Yeah, that seemed pretty damn likely at the moment. Seriously, it felt as if he'd cracked her skull in half.

"Are you listening? Don't sleep, you might end up in a fucking coma!" Bakura was yelling at her now, and she nodded in response.

"Got it, don't sleep, I'll go make coffee.." she mumbled, while the white-haired teen rolled his eyes and left, heading towards his own home. She slowly turned in the right direction, and began to make her way back as well.

The walk took a suprisingly short amount of time, and she was slightly worried to hear silence as she pushed the front door open. Then she remembered; her parents were both working late today. Her brother was probably out too, so she headed quickly for her room, and plugged headphones into the stereo to listen, instead of blasting it everywhere, for the benefit of the rest of the street.

The music soothed her, and just as she removed the headphones to stand up and get something to eat (and a mug of coffee, she reminded herself with a very slight smile) she heard the front door open. Not in the crashing, drunk way her brother did it, but in a much more civil way. Were her parents home already?

Either way, she was getting hungry, and headed out of her room and to the stairs, seeing her brother. Who was sober. Geez, what the hell was going on here?

He smiled, gesturing to an over-stuffed folder under his arm.

"I've got hell to study for, would you make me some coffee?" Damn, what was it with freaking coffee today? Still, she nodded, vaguely mumbling about how she had been about to make some anyway. The man smiled cheerfully, before heading up the stairs. She heard him dump the folder heavily on the floor, soon followed by himself.

She wandered to the kitchen, and began to make the coffee, ignoring a small noise of hunger her stomach made as she made the hot drink.

Cautiously, she took a mug up to her brother, knocking lightly on the door. He didn't respond, so she left the mug just outside the door. It opened inwards, so he wouldn't knock it over when he opened it. Hopefully.

She took her own mug, and went back downstairs, grabbing a piece of bread out of the packaging it sat in, watching as the rest of the slices flopped slightly. Ah, the wonders of sliced bread, she thought sarcastically, taking a bite out of it. She really couldn't be bothered to get anything else, so instead she went to sit down, wondering aimlessly about how and why her brother had changed.

Maybe a new girlfriend made him give up? Or maybe this stupid exam thing was affecting his brain. Hmm. It didn't make much difference; with either of them he'd end up going back to his bottle, so she'd just have to find a way of avoiding him when that happened.

The coffee actually tasted pretty nasty. No wonder she'd never been inclined to drink it before. With a shudder, she put down the mug, pushing it away from her and pulling a face.

Eventually, her thoughts drifted to the yami spirit that she'd been beating up. Unintentionally, but still. Her thoughts progressed slowly, getting more and more absurd as she considered what would happen to her and Marik – and maybe Bakura too – tomorrow.

AN- A suprise? I really hope you didn't see that coming :P Would anyone like to see Tami's brother go back to his original self? Or does she have enough to deal with? Eh heh, it might end up being aallll up to you, since I'm incredibly indecisive :D Anyways, reviews? We all know I love them by now ;D