Disclaimer: not mine, peoples... damn huh?

Warnings: well, technically it's not shounen-ai... er, never mind... probably some very mild language, because everyone's favorite yami finds out! mwahahahaha! ugh, evil is not my forte... violence is where it's at, baby!

I wrote this getting over a migraine, still feeling some of the after- effects, which is most likely why there might be so many errors... but ah well, huh? onwards...

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"Ah, the joys of gettin kicked out of a public store!" Joey spat, as he stormed towards their vehicle, in the supermarket's parking lot. Then he spun around, glaring at Kaiba.

Kaiba merely shugged. So he wasn't easily embarassed. Actually, it was Joey who was letting it get to him. Then he had Joey's finger jabbed in his face.

"It's yer fault!"

Kaiba frowned, "why is it my fault?"

Joey opened his mouth, ready to say something. Then he frowned, having no idea how to phrase the statement. So, with a slump of his shoulders, Joey shut his mouth.

Both guys were quiet for a moment. And it was starting to grate at Kaiba's nerves, so he spoke up. "Are we waiting for Tristan?" he asked, impatiently. Joey pursed his lips, then started to nod.

"I guess we should..."

"Oh rapture... I get to play babysitter for the mutt's friends..." Kaiba muttered.

"Hey, no one's askin you to stay, rich boy..." Joey snapped.

Kaiba shrugged, and folded his arms, managing to look neutral. "Call me crazy, but I have no intention of leaving you alone..." he said, dully.

Joey blinked, staring at Kaiba, in confusion. Then something dawned on him, so the blonde looked away to hide his oncoming blush.

~~~***~~~

Tristan raised an eyebrow, "really...? I didn't think Bakura would talk about Duelist Kingdom... it wasn't exactly the most memorable time..."

Bakura blinked, "why do you say that?"

Tristan shrugged, "well, endless nights camping, sure the nights were nice, but Tea being the only girl got the tent, while we had to play bodyguard... with rocks as pillows, no less... nothin but roughing it."

"So, you're not partial to camping...?"

"No, I like it just fine... but that's if I have the necessities..." Tristan said, with a sheepish smile. Bakura bit his lip, thoughtfully. Sure, just ask. What was the harm?

"Tristan..."

"Hm?" Tristan examined a dragon fruit, then he blinked. "How does someone eat this...?" he mumbled. Then he put the strange fruit down, and turned back to Bakura.

"Yeah?"

"Duelist Kingdom... isn't there anything about the experience that you enjoyed..?"

"Yeah... there's a few things..." Tristan replied, with a shrug.

Bakura pursed his lips, "uhhh, which are...?"

"Seeing everyone get stronger... being there for my friends... and..." Tristan paused, eyeing Bakura intently. And even kind of uncertainly.

Bakura started to blush under the intense gaze, and pretended to examine a grapefruit. "You said 'and'... you have something else, don't you...?"

Tristan blinked, then sighed, "well... yeah, sort of...."

"Care to share it...?"

Tristan furrowed his brow. "I don't think I can tell you..."

Bakura watched him, confused, "why not?"

"Well... it, uhhhh... kinda involves... your cousin..."

Bakura looked blank for a second. What cousin? Oh yeah. "Bakura?" he asked, slowly. Tristan smiled, wryly.

"Yeah..."

Both were silent, as they headed for the express lane, since they had less than 9 items. Bakura fidgeted, his curiousity eating away at him. Maybe if he... yeah, that may work.

After paying for their things, the silver-haired 'girl' started to think about what to say, as they headed for the automatic doors. Finally he spoke up.

"Uhhh... just so you know, Tristan..."

Tristan glanced at him, confused, "hm?".

Bakura swallowed, as he lowered his eyes to the floor. "Bakura enjoyed being with you at Duelist Kingdom..."

Tristan stared at him, in surprise. Bakura suddenly felt ridiculous. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Say something, please, he pleaded. Then he glanced up at the taller teenager.

He was smiling, faintly. "Well, that's good..." he murmured, "it's kind of a relief, too..."

Bakura blinked, "Tristan?"

Tristan grabbed Bakura's now-feminine hand, and lead him out of the supermarket. "Let's head home... Joey needs his eggs..." he said lightly. Bakura smiled.

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"Man, took you guys long enough!" Joey said, with a scowl, as Tristan and Bakla walked towards them. And they both looked confused by Joey and Kaiba's still being there.

"Why're you even waiting?" Tristan asked, suspiciously.

Joey shrugged, "call me a gentleman... leavin you alone with a pretty girl..." the blonde scoffed. Tristan rolled his eyes, while Bakla blushed, slightly.

"Uhh, thank you for your concern, Joey... but Tristan was very polite..." she assured him, with a small shrug.

"Ah, you think that now! But once Tris' corners ya, you'd swear he were an octapus!" Joey declared, waving his hands for emphasis.

Tristan's face reddened slightly, then he smacked Joey upside the head.

"HEY!" Joey protested, holding his head, where he was just smacked.

"Baka..." Tristan grumbled, and stomped towards their car.

"Man, why's he so moody..." Joey asked, confused.

"You practically called him a pervert, in front of Bakla... of course he's gonna be 'moody'..." Kaiba muttered, so only Joey could hear. Bakla managed a small smile to Kaiba and Joey.

"Don't worry... I'll talk to him... see you guys at the cabin..." she said, and walked over to Tristan. He was still frowning a bit, but it soon faded since it was obvious Tristan couldn't be angry in Bakla's presence. Joey gaped at them both in shock. Even Kaiba stared in surprise.

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"Oh yay, the eggs!" Tea cried, hugging the carton.

"Now try not to break... oh excuse me, 'drop' anymore, please..." Bakura said, folding his arms, giving Tea a look, which she merely smiled innocently at.

Yugi looked up at Tristan, "what took you guys so long?"

Tristan blinked, then shrugged, "seemed short to me..." he replied. Bakura smiled, inwardly.

"Uhhh, excuse me... I'm going to... have a shower, I suppose..." Bakura said, and started to head down the hall, then paused, hearing Yugi speak. Bakura blinked, and stepped back to hear. Okay, eavesdropping was rude, but he heard his name... or Bakla's name. No difference.

"So... what do you think of Bakuuuu...la! er, Bakla..." Tea asked, nearly saying the wrong name. Bakura slapped his forehead.

"What do you mean?" Tristan asked.

"Ain't she cute?" Tea asked.

"..........."

"Well?"

"... I honestly don't think she's your type, Tea..."

Yugi started to laugh, and Tea made some small gulping noise, then she started to sputter.

"That's not what I meant!"

Yugi cleared his throat, "Tea means, are you attracted to Bakla...?"

Tristan sighed.

Bakura bit his lip, well, that wasn't a reassuring sound, especially if it came from Tristan. He leaned against the wall, waiting.

"So, I'll take that as a 'no'...?" Yugi asked, slowly.

"What? no... no, Yugi... I... she's fine... I like her just fine..."

"Great! Then you can ask her out! You can go on a date! dinner and movie maybe! And then afterwards, you can...!" Tea started to rant.

"Tea..." Yugi said, warningly. Then Tea went silent. Well, except for the muttered 'oops'.

Tristan was quiet for a moment. "I can't..." he muttered.

"Can't what?" Tea prodded.

"I can't... I can't ask Bakla out..."

Bakura's heart dropped.

"What!? Why not!?" Tea cried.

"Tea..." Yugi hissed. Tea went silent again.

"I... uhhhh, guys listen... I'm not stupid, and neither are you guys..." Tristan said, slowly.

Yugi and Tea were quiet, since they knew better than to speak when Tristan got all serious like this.

"I like Bakura, okay...? And I think you both know it..."

Yugi sighed, while Tea said nothing.

Tristan chuckled, ruefully. "That answers that... anyways... the resemblance between Bakura and Bakla's just too close... if I ask Bakla out, how do I know I care about her, and I'm not just using her to see Bakura...?"

"Tristan..." Yugi said, gently

"I'm not gonna do that to her... or Bakura..." then the sound of a chair being pushed back, Tristan's most likely.

Bakura pressed himself against the wall instinctively, as Tristan walked past him, heading for the livingroom. Bakura watched him, sighing.

"You really are a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" he murmured. Then he sighed and went back to his task at hand. Having a shower.

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Bakura sighed, drying his hair. It took some getting use to, wrapping the towel higher than his waist. But he kind of got the hang of it. Then Bakura glanced at the plastic bag sitting on the chair. A 'gift' from Tea most likely.

Hesitantly, he walked over to it, and peered inside, only to see silkly and lacy unergarments. The silver-haired 'girl' cheeks turned red, and he shoved the bag aside.

"I am not wearing those..." he muttered. Shaking his head, Bakura went to the dresser, to find something to wear. He never noticed his Millennium Ring beginning to glow.

Then in a quick flash, Yami Bakura appeared. Still unbeknownst to Bakura.

"Bakura..."

Bakura blinked, glancing back. Then his face fell, "oh no..." he said, exasperated. Yami Bakura stared at the girl, suspiciously.

"Who're you?" he demanded. "You know you're lacking in clothes?"

Bakura sighed, getting ready to answer.

"And why do you have Bakura's Ring? Did you steal it from him!?"

Bakura blinked, then tried to answer again.

"You did! The rules state the Millennium Item isn't yours, unless you defeat the Item's true owner!"

"Yami, will you shut up? It's me!"

Yami Bakura stared, shocked that a woman would speak to him that way. Then he blinked, his mind wrapping around the new bit of information.

"You're... Bakura...?"

"Yes..."

Yami Bakura stared at him, in shock. No way could this girl be his hikari. Bakura was a guy, plain and simple! But, Yami Bakura noticed he knew this girl wasn't lying. But, wasn't that only with Bakura when he could tell if he was lying or not? Okay, the yami was getting confused. So he decided to accept it as the truth. Bakura could and would never lie to him.

"... Y-YOU'RE A-A-A GIRL!" Yami Bakura sputtered.

"Well, yes... but I'll still Bakura..."

"BUT A GIRL!"

"Yami, please... it's not something to panic about..."

"YOU'RE A GIRL!"

"I know..."

"YOU'RE A DAMN GIRL!"

"I KNOW, YAMI! I AM LIVING IT, YOU KNOW!?" Bakura snapped, impatiently.

"HOW CAN YOU BE A GIRL!?"

"I just am... and why're you here? I thought you said you were gonna stay as far as you could from all this 'ridiulous socializing'..."

"Believe it or not, Bakura, I do need air..." Yami Bakura said, sarcastically. Then he blinked, "wait a second... this isn't about me... YOU'RE A GIRL! This is some ridiclous trick!" Then without warning, the yami grabbed Bakura's so-called fake chest.

Bakura's eyes widened, and he slapped his yami with a great deal of ferocity! The yami was actually knocked off his feet! Both were surprised. Bakura, because he actually slapped Yami Bakura that hard. And Yami Bakura, because he was actually slapped.

Yami Bakura jumped back to his feet, glaring at his hikari. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?" he demanded. Bakura folded his arms, covering his chest.

"Call me crazy, but I don't like having people touch my chest..."

Yami Bakura stared at him, completely speechless.

Bakura frowned, "what?"

"....... YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A GIRL! WHY'RE YOU A GIRL!?!?!" Yami Bakura demanded.

"IF I KNEW, I WOULD HAVE ANSWERED YOU BY NOW! THIS ISN'T EXACTLY A PICNIC FOR ME, YOU KNOW!?" Bakura yelled.

Yami Bakura blinked, then scowled, "you're not going through those... things that women go through, are you?"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Typical... I finally stand up for myself, and you assume it's PMS..." he said, exasperated.

Yami Bakura pursed his lips. "So... is it?"

"It's called a period, and no... I'm not going through it... ANYWAYS! as fun as that whole conversation was, I'd like to change the subject..."

"Alright... WHY'RE YOU A GIRL!?" Yami Bakura demanded.

"I believe we already covered that... and I'm amazed no one's heard you, yet..."

"I'm not the only one yelling!" the yami retorted. Then he scowled, "WHY'RE YOU A GIRL!?"

"Ah yes, Yami, keep asking me, then maybe I can make up an answer for you..." Bakura said, sarcastically.

"YOU'RE A GIRL! WHY!?"

"Stop asking me! I don't know! And why's it such a big deal? I've adjusted to it, why can't you?" Bakura demanded.

"Because, YOU are my reincarnated form! YOU CAN'T BE A GIRL!" Yami Bakura snapped. Then he blinked, and looked himself over. Just in case. Nope, he was still a guy. Thankfully. Then the yami scowled.

"I KNOW! IT'S THAT PHARAOH!" he declared. Bakura blinked, as his yami grabbed his hand, and dragged him out of the room.

"Yami..!" Bakura protested, then looked around nervously. Okay, no one was around. But still... "Yami, you stated this youself... I'M LACKING IN CLOTHES!" his hissed.

"Then you should've gotten dressed..." Yami Bakura retorted.

"With you there? And with me in this state? Hah... that's a good one..."

Yami Bakura glared at the younger boy.

After a while of just being dragged around, Bakura realized someone was bound to see him, with his yami. Sighing, the silver-haired 'girl' finally gave in, and lead Yami Bakura to Yugi's room.

The yami pounded on the door. "LEMME IN! LEMME IN!"

Bakura couldn't help but laugh, "the big bad wolf..." he teased. Yami Bakura merely glared at him, somemore.

"Come in..." Yugi called. He looked up from his book, then blinked, shocked to see Yami Bakura. And ever moreso, seeing that he had a towel-clad, feminine Bakura with him. "Uhh, hey, can I help you?" Yugi asked, uncertainly.

Yami Bakura stomped up to Yugi, "stand up!" he ordered. Blinking, Yugi closed his book, as he got up from his chair. The yami grabbed Yugi's Millennium Puzzle.

"PHARAOH! COME OUT, NOW!" he shouted at the Puzzle.

Yugi blinked, looking at Bakura, hoping he had more of an explanation. Bakura merely shrugged, helplessly.

"PHARAOH! COME OUT, RIGHT NOW!" Yami Bakura ordered, and shook around the puzzle, thus shaking up Yugi a bit, as well. "COME OUT, OR I'LL BREAK THE PUZZLE!"

Yugi slapped Yami Bakura's hands, and stepped back, holding his Puzzle protectively. "You'll do no such thing!"

Bakura bit his lip, so he wouldn't laugh, as his yami held his recently slapped hand, staring at Yugi in shock.

"Let me speak to the Pharaoh!" he ordered.

Yugi rolled his eyes, "well, since you asked so courteously... no."

Yami Bakura blinked, in confusion, while Bakura laughed.

"Fine... you want formality...?" the yami grumbled. "May I please be granted the honour of being in My Pharaoh's presence...?" Yami Bakura asked, sarcastically, as he bowed.

Bakura stared, not believing the sudden formality of the yami. Yugi blinked cutely, then smiled, "okay."

Then in a quick golden flash, Yugi's eyes turned crimson, and he grew in height a bit more. Yami had taken over. The former Pharaoh rested his hand on his hip, watching Yami Bakura dubiously.

"What is it?"

Yami Bakura growled, and grabbed Yami's shirt and shook him around. "PHARAOH! WHAT SHADOW MAGIC HAVE YOU USED ON MY AIBOU!?"

"What?!"

Yami Bakura wordlessly pointed at Bakura. Yami looked confused, "who's the girl?" he asked.

"You cursed him! It's Bakura, and you know it! Really, Pharaoh, you playing dumb isn't very appealing!"

"I don't curse Yugi's friends..." Yami said, with roll of his eyes. Then he blinked, giving Bakura the once-over. "You're Bakura?"

Bakura sighed, then nodded.

"Stop playing dumb! Reverse it!" Yami Bakura snarled.

"I would, if I did it in the first place... but I didn't!" Yami snapped.

"LIAR!"

"I DON'T LIE!"

"YOU JUST LIED AGAIN!"

"YOU THICK-SKULLED IDIOT, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"YOU OVER-CONFIDENT MORON, WHAT KIND OF SIMPLETON DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!"

"THERE'S OTHER KINDS OF SIMPLETONS NOW!?"

"OH, THAT'S A GOOD ONE!"

"I HAD TO MAKE IT EASY FOR YOUR TINY MIND TO COMPREHEND!"

"WHAT'D YOU SAY!?"

"SEE WHAT I MEAN!?"

"THAT DOES IT!"

Yami Bakura lunged at Yami. Bakura shook his head, in disbelief as the two yamis started a brawl, and even started calling each other every name they could think of. In English, Egyptian, and even some in Japanese.

How to make them stop...? Bakura thought a moment, then he shrugged, and screamed.

The yamis froze, staring at Bakura in shock. "What're you..!?" they started to ask.

Bakura ignored them, and screamed again, holding his towel for more of an effect. Footsteps came thundering down the hall, then Tristan, Joey, Kaiba, and Tea appeared at the door.

"What is it!?" they all asked.

Bakura felt kind of guilty, but it was the only way to make them stop. He wordlessly pointed at the two yamis. They both blinked, in confusion.

"Geez! You peeping toms! Shame shame, Yami and Yami Bakura!" Tea scolded, grabbing their ears.

"WHAT?! NO! WE WEREN'T PEEPING AT HIM!"

Bakura froze, as did Tea. Uh-oh.

~They don't know I'm Bakura!~ Bakura thought.

~How could they not know?!~ Yami Bakura demanded.

~You didn't know!~

~Oh, for the love of Ra...~

"I WOULD NEVER PEEP AT YAMI!" Yami Bakura hollered. Everyone blinked, in confusion.

"Say what?" Yami demanded, glaring at the tomb-robber. Yami Bakura glared at him, telling him to play along. Rolling his eyes inwardy, Yami stayed silent.

"We know you would never peep at Yami! We know you were peeping at Bakla!" Tea declared.

"Who's Bakla?" the yamis asked, confused. Bakura slapped his forehead in disbelief. He was doomed.

"That's Bakla..." Tristan said, frowning at the yamis, as he gestured at Bakura.

"Oh, uhhhh... okay then... hello Bakla..." both yamis said, with an acknowledging nod.

Bakura managed to give them a small smile, "hello..."

"Alright... everyone out..." Joey ordered, waving the others past.

~They're going to want to know why you're here...~ Bakura thought, watching his yami, as he was being shooed out of the room.

~Well, where's 'Bakura'?~ the yami asked.

~Home... more or less~

~What?~

~It's complicated...~

~............. I'll try to keep you from losing your dignity...~

~... Thank you, Yami~

~... Only weaklings say thank you, have I taught you nothing..? And make that mortal stop staring...~

Bakura blinked, glancing around, then started to blush, as his eyes met Tristan's. The brunette started to blush as well. He hastily cleared his throat, and briskly left the room.

Bakura smiled, feeling flattered. Then he blinked, noticing he was still 'lacking in clothes'. So, the silver-haired 'girl' hastily made 'her' way back to 'her' room.

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uhhhhhh, good? bad? I kinda like it ^_^ actually, I dunno... I have the whole mixed vibes thing goin on here, for this chapter *anime sweatdrops* lacking in sense, isn't it? v.v yeah, I know... gomen... I looked this over, nearly a dozen times, and I think I still missed some errors *blinks*