A/N: Winston said (in regards to the requests for us to continue our "birthday" fic): "Eat 'crap' and die. Bite me. Shove it up yours." But then I offered him cookies. He said: "No." I kept pestering (and bribing) him. At last, my pride wavered. I said... "Your wallet is the coolest wallet in the entire world." (It really is. It's Egyptian -AUTHENTIC Egyptian- that my parents and I gave him for Christmas. Got hieroglyphs and stuff.) And he said... Nothing. He sat down. And we began this chapter.



YAMI BAKURA, JANUARY 15:

KaibaCorp has discovered how rich one man can get off of the Old Folk's Home. Hah. Got a wheelchair. Whee! Will put spikes on the skull-shaped hubcaps.

LATER: Took out Yami's legs with spikes. Got in trouble and had Jell-o taken away, but was worth it.



YAMI YUGI, JAN. 15:

KaibO-corp** has found me! Will have to barricade door and sit in rocking chair with shot gun lying across my lap, staring at window.

LATER: Nurses cannot give me medicine due to barricade. Will have to sneak out and get some for self. But...what's this metal-and-wood-shooting-device lying across my lap? Will have to study hole in long metal barrels later. Suspect there is something in there.

LATER: Ugly black-haired man hit me with his 'souped up' wheelchair on the way to medicine. This means war. Will have to acquire one for self...or make one.



YAMI BAKURA:

Stupid bald Pharaoh has tied his rocking chair onto a pair of roller skates. Uses a metal boating oar to propel himself down the hall at break-neck speeds. Does drive-by smackings with it, also. This means war.

LATER: Have stolen a vicious kitten. Put it in Pharaoh's closet, where he keeps all of his leather clothing. Haha. (Incidentally, think that Yami is moving from 'amnesia' to 'paranoia'. Found several shotguns, and think he may have used his bed to barricade the door earlier.)



YAMI YUGI:

Have successfully knocked Kaiba out 10 times with metal chair-pusher-thingy. Kaibo has turned security guards against me; spent all day rolling away from them. Will have to modify chair with jet pack.

LATER: Horrendous stench coming from closet. Will test jet pack: the fuel for Model No. 1 is a mix of baking soda and vinegar.

RESULT: Baking soda/vinegar only bubbled. Must find new source of fuel. Where am I? What is this bottle I'm holding? And box in other hand? Must be medicine. No. Mouth bubbled. Feels fizzy. Look rabid. Want to burn taste buds off.



YAMI BAKURA:

Stupid Pharaoh! He hasn't discovered his ruined wardrobe. Wonder how long he's been wearing the same clothes...?



A/N: That's where we left off. I know, it's short, but you saw what I had to do to get even that much out of him!

**: Reference to the 'Kaibo Song' from Yami Yugi's Diary.