Thank you everybody, your all so nice! I baked you all cookies. ^_^
Ryou: She's not allowed to eat them though.
What!?!
Ryou: No way I'm gonna put up with your sugar high.
*sigh* Fine. Anyway,
Thanks StarStruck! *frames the paper and hangs it above the couch*
I think it'll look nice up there!
Bronze Eagle, Thank you so much! I love Yami B. and Ryou sooooo much!
Oh, and I fixed the spelling of Guise. I'm a really bad speller. -_-'
Dark Magician thank you very very much! I'll have to find that spelling
thing tomarrow.
Now this chapter is going to be the most light hearted chapter in the
story as well (in my opion) the most *fun* after this, it gets dark.
Oh, and I plan on there being this chapter and the next one, then the
Duelist Kingdom chapters. Sorry if it's a bit off, Wildwolf!
Now the Disclaimer!
Ryou:...
Ryou?
Ryou:...
Ryou!!!
Ryou: fine! Saraha does not own Yugioh, nor does she own many things
mentioned in this fic...that I can't mention yet because I'll ruin
the *surprise*.
Thank you Ryou! *Glomps Ryou*
Ryou:*sigh*
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My yami sat down at the table and picked up his chopsticks and closed his eyes.

I felt a twitch in my mind as I sat down. Yami expertly held his pair and picked up a piece of beef eating it.

"So, um what did you want to talk about?"

I picked at my food watching my yami in the corner of my eye.

He stopped eating and his eyes grew sterner.

"That boy, Yugi, we must watch him closely. He may be very important to my plans."

He took a sip of his water and shuddered.

"The water tastes like metal."

I bit my tongue to keep from asking him why he would know what metal tasted like. What did he

want with Yugi though? Oh course I had the idea that it had to do with that necklace of his but,

what did that mean to my yami? T thought about this as I ate.

I must have finally shielded my thoughts because he didn't answer my questions, he finished his

meal quickly not even dropping a grain of rice, despite the fact that I'm sure he'd never used

chopsticks before. I on the other hand had been using them with ease since I was five when

my father and I moved here from England after my mother died. I finished my food and picked

up my yami and my own dishes and began loading them into the dishwasher.

"What is that thing?", my yami asked staring at the dishwasher wide eyed. I laughed

I couldn't help it. But no punches came, he did glare at me but that was it. So I explained it

to him. Afterward he shook his head and sighed,

"I can't believe how lazy your generation is."

I had to agree with him, compared to someone who lived some three thousand years ago

we were lazy. A thought came to my mind and I asked it, taking advantage of the oddly good nature of my yami,

"Hey, what's your name anyway?"

He blinked obviously thinking about something, then spoke,

"I don't know."

"Um, what should I call you then?" He shrugged,

"Just call me Yami."

I nodded to that and for whatever reason didn't think it was funny or

odd that he didn't know his name, I mean if I was trapped in a necklace for three thousand years,
wouldn't I forget my name? Yami now interrupted my thoughts,

"So what do you do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well before you found yourself sharing a form with an Egyptian spirit what did you do after dinner?",
he smirked.

"Well, I'd either do homework or watch TV..."

"What's TV?" I guess he stopped pulling imformation from my mind for whatever reason. I grabbed

him by the arm and dragged him into the living room and sat us both on the couch. I pointed

to the TV in front of us.

"That TV."

"A box with glass side? What is it for?"

"Entertainment." He blinked then mused,

"Not very interesting is it? When I wanted entertainment I'd just rob some old Pharaoh's tomb

and watch everyone freak out when they found out."

I was digging under the couch for the remote,

"You have to turn it on first. You were a tomb robber?"

"The best damn tomb robber ever! The Pharaoh never knew what hit'em!"

I finally found the remote, as well as twenty seven cents. Grabbing the remote and the change I

sat back up to see Yami taping the TV screen with his knuckles, I giggled despite myself and

turned on the TV. Yami jumped back onto the couch in surprise as a commercial for jeans came on.

"What sort of magic is this!?!"

"It's not magic it's technology." I flipped through the channels, "It's sorta like a theater"

Yami just stared at it in interest. Finally I found the perfect channel.

"Now back to Stephen Sommers 'The Mummy'"

"What the hell is this!?!" Yami yelled.

"It's a movie, which is like a play, about Egypt."

Yami's eyes bugged as he stared at the screen, as little scarab beetles devoured some guy.

Later on I wondered if I should regret having him watch this.

"That man is a baka! Can he not see that there's a trap there!?!"

"It's a *movie* Yami, he's supposed to fall into obvious traps and then miraculously get out

in time to save the girl...or the treasure...whatever's on the line at the time."

"Why?"

"Because...that's what happens in movies, the heroes usually don't die. Want a soda?"

"What's a soda?"

"A drink. Want one?"

He shrugged and continued yelling back at the hero on the screen. I sighed and went to the fridge and

opened it. I could see milk, iced tea, orange juice, and some off brand sugary grape soda.

I grabbed two cans and went back to the living room. I shoved a can into Yami's hand.

"Damn its cold!"

"Yeah, well it's better cold. This is how you open it." I demonstrated it to him and he successfully

opened his. He took a huge gulp and I waited for comments. He took another sip.

"This is good."

"Is that it?"

"It's *really* good."

"Glad you like.", I muttered drinking my own.

"What type of alcohol is in it?"

I choked on my drink and began coughing. When I could breath normally, I spoke up.

"It's a soda, it has no alcohol in it, just flavoring and a lot of sugar."

"I thought you said it was a *drink*."

"It is a *drink*, a non alcoholic drink."

"Why don't you put alcohol in it?"

"Because I'm too young, you have to be twenty one to have alcohol."

"What!?!"

"It's the law, they don't want a bunch of a drunk teenagers running about."

"In my day, you could drink as soon as you could pay for it and hold it down."

"Well, things have changed."

He muttered to himself and turned back to the TV as the hero saved the girl as promised.

We watched the rest of the movie as well as the commercials in-between. I had to explain a lot

of the commercials to yami, though I outright refused to explain the 'female hygiene' commercials

to him, "You figure it out, no way in hell I'm explaining."

I was enjoying just hanging out with Yami, it was like he was my friend and for someone

who had no friends that was something. The movie ended around midnight, and Yami and I after

a few more soda's weren't sleepy at all. Did yami's sleep? I had no clue. I flipped through

the TV guide and after I explained how to use the remote Yami began to channel surf. He

stopped suddenly and asked, "What's this?"

The TV suddenly blared, "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!"

I dropped the TV guide. Yami was entranced by it.

"Today on the Jerry Springer show..."

An hour later Yami was curled up on the couch, his legs stretched across my abdomen. I was stuck.

I wasn't gonna wake him up, I had tried to convince him that the show wasn't something

worth watching and I had failed. He'd watched the entire show and muttered happily about

how easily controlled this generation was. He'd as Jerry offered his little last relationship

speech, lost his obvious sugar high and fell asleep...on me. I was stuck there for the night.

So I fell asleep with Yami on me, his body oddly warm for someone who was just a spirit.


The next morning I woke up and Yami wasn't in the room. I looked around and found him in my

room, looking at my duel monsters deck. I yawned and looked at the clock, it was ten thirty

in the morning. I was way late for school. Shit.

"Forget about school for today, I called in sick for you."

"What!?!"

"You have something else to do today."
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Ryou:what is he talking about???

...You'll have to wait and see, Mahahahahahahaha!

Seto: What is Yami Bakura talking about? What will happen to poor Ryou? Will I ever get
another part???? Does Saraha own 'The Mummy' or 'Jerry Springer'???

Ryou:No.

You'll find out next time...Maybe...

Ryou and Seto:*sweatdrop*