Disclaimer: [whines] No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, darn it. But if Konami were willing to give it to me, I'd be much obliged. Hey, one can dream, right?

Author's Note: Thanks for everyone who gave me those wonderful reviews. I didn't think I would get that kind of feedback. ^_^ Well then, I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of this kooky fic!

:Chapter 2:

The two spirits trudged through the store like it was cruel and unusual punishment. And to them, it was. They had a hard enough time getting to the produce section, with Bakura pointing to random places and leading them to nowhere, ignoring the big sign "produce" floating in the air, let alone finding the things within it.

When Yami finally dragged Bakura over to the right section, they were overwhelmed by the amounts of colorful and…strange things they found.

"…How the hell do we find what we need in this place?!" he spat.

"We read the signs," answered Yami coldly, "which is what we should have been doing in the first place, instead of wandering aimlessly."

Bakura only ignored him and looked at the first thing on his list.

"Onions."

Yami looked over his list and found the same thing somewhere along the line…the very…long line.

"I have that on my list, too," he said.

They roamed around the produce looking thoroughly confused until a big sign with the word "Green Onions" on it made them come to a complete stop.

Bakura looked at the long green strips of onion skeptically and picked one up.

"What the-? What kind of lame onions are these? I thought they were supposed to be round?!"

"Those are green onions. Apparently, there are more than one kind," Yami stated matter-of-factly. He glanced over at the sign next to them and it read "Yellow Onions".

"I think these are the round ones," he stated, picking up a…round onion.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," growled Bakura, snatching the vegetable away from Yami. He looked at it disgustingly.

"What do mortals see in these things?" he wondered with a skeptical brow, looking at the dried, peeling, layered Onion. He took a whiff.

"Ugh! And it smells like sh-"

"Stop your complaining, already!" Yami growled, frustrated. "They actually taste good once you…"

"Really?" pondered Bakura as he took a big, juicy bite into the Onion.

Yami winced at the sight.

"…cook them."

Bakura's face twisted into something looking awfully disgusted and angry at the same time. He spat the remains of the onion on the floor and let out an appalling scream that even made Yami feel sorry for him.

"AGGGGHHHH!" he screamed bloody murder, still clutching the bitten onion in his hand. "What the hell do you mean, 'they actually taste good'?! Dammit, my mouth is burning!"

Yami blinked as the enraged one continued to scream a long line of obscenities at him. People began to stare at the man with the white mane of hair as he continued his fit of fury.

Finally, Bakura's temper died down, ending in only icy glares.

"Are you finished?" asked Yami, who was in actuality a bit amused.

A flying onion that landed him on the forehead was the only reply.

Yami struggled to control his own temper and grabbed a thin, plastic bag to put the vegetables in from above him.

"What are you doing now?" asked Bakura, his voice still bitter.

"Getting something to put the produce in. That is, unless you want to carry it one by one."

Yami placed a couple of onions into the bag and closed it up with a twist-tie. Bakura growled and followed suit, throwing the half-eaten onion in along with the others, muttering under his breath.

The Pharaoh once again looked at the list of things to purchase and noticed that even with bags to carry them with, they were going to have to have a shopping cart to carry it all. He sighed, suddenly feeling tired.

"Here, hold this," he told Bakura, holding the onions out. Bakura only glared at him.

"I need to get a shopping cart to put all this stuff in, or else you're going to be carrying a lot more than just that," he warned.

Bakura snatched the bag away, but kept his death-glare on Yami.

As he walked to grab a shopping cart, he yelled back, "And get some peaches while I'm gone."

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Returning back, pushing a metal cart that was annoyingly squeaky, he spotted Bakura looking at the peaches.

The fruits were stacked up nicely, untouched by any customer so far. Bakura reached for a ripe-looking peach near the bottom and plucked it out of the stack.

"No! WAIT!" cautioned Yami but it was already too late.

"WHAT?!" retorted an agitated Bakura right before an avalanche of peaches came falling down and bounced off his head. They continued to fall until not a peach was left on the stand.

"AGH! This place is cursed, I tell you!"

"No, you're just being stupid! If you would listen to what I tell you-"

"You told me to get some peaches! You never mentioned anything about the fruits going on the attack once I picked one up!"

"If you had any brain at all, you would know that the smartest choice wouldn't be one at the very bottom! You idiot, they're stacked like the Great Pyramids for Ra's sake! Of course you don't just grab one from the bottom!"

"Grr, just SHUT UP!" screamed Bakura.

"AFTER YOU!" Yami screamed back.

The two began yelling at each other with fury, until something caught their ears:

"Clean-up in produce..." sounded a bored voice. "Clean-up in produce…"

The two spirits blinked.

"Where did that voice come from?" Yami asked, looking astonished.

"It's evil magic! They've come to punish us for the mess we made!" Bakura stated, looking a bit worried. "'Clean-up'…that means they're out to get us!"

"No…They wouldn't do that…?"

"How else would they know about this so quickly?! Fine then, Pharaoh, you stay here and let them tear your heart out for ruining their pathetic display of peaches! I'm gone!"

And with that, the spirit of the ring ran off and disappeared into a random aisle.

"…What an fool. They wouldn't…" Yami's voice trailed off, staring at the mess of peaches rolling about on the floor.

The peaches stared back at him.

…

"Agh…"

Yami grabbed hold of the squeaky cart and ran after Bakura, not taking the chance to look back.

~*~*~*~*~

He finally found Bakura in the snack aisle, far away from the produce section, almost on the other side of the store. Yami forced the cart around and squeaked up to him.

"Is that on the list?" he asked, motioning at the bag of chips Bakura was looking at.

"Sure."

"…No it's not," Yami glared.

"Are you calling me a liar?"

Yami stared at him.

"Fine! Here, look at this!" Bakura shoved the shopping list in Yami's face and pointed to something in particular.

Yami looked at it and rolled his eyes.

"It says potatoes, not potato chips," he corrected.

"It's the same thing!"

"Not quite…"

"Well, who cares?" snapped Bakura after swiping the list back and stuffing it in his pocket. "I'm not going back to that cursed hell hole."

He threw the chips into the cart and walked on.

"You scared of fruits and vegetables?" teased Yami, following.

Bakura was silent.

"…I have developed a fear of onions, stacks of peaches, and big voices telling to 'clean-up'," he muttered finally. "And it's all your fault!"

"No, it's your own fault. And besides, half the things on our list are fruits or vegetables!"

"…Fine then. I'm going to get this over with once and for all!" he declared.

Bakura shoved Yami from his spot of driving the cart and sped off towards the produce section, all determination and squeaky wheels.

"Hey!" Yami called. "What are you doing?!"

When he got no reply, he reluctantly ran after Bakura.

~*~*~*~*~

Yami reached the produce section for the third time that day, this time finding Bakura stuffing random fruits and vegetables into a plastic baggy and throwing them into the cart. The Pharaoh raised a brow.

"Wait, how do you know that's on the list?" he asked as Bakura threw a sack of radishes into the already half-full cart.

"I don't," came the simple reply. "And I don't care. Half this stuff has got to be on the damn list anyway, and the rest they can just live with."

"'They?'" Yami asked. "Wait a second, this isn't for my Aibou, too…is it?"

Bakura almost laughed.

"Oh, yes it is! I'm getting this done in one swift strike! Hahaha!" he replied with a crazed look in his eyes.

Yami scratched the nape of his neck while Bakura stormed through the section, throwing just about everything into the cart and moving onto the next with incredible speed. He shook his head.

At least he's doing most of the work, he thought quizzically.

~*~*~*~*~

With the shopping cart filled to the top, Bakura staggered back, looking worn.

"I guess all we need to do is check out now," said Yami, crossing his arms and then taking back the shopping cart forcefully. "This way to the line."

The two squeaked along until they reached the check out lines. People were filed out into the aisles, and all were moving at a snail's pace.

"No…" groaned Yami, letting out an exhausted sigh. "I just want to go home…"

Bakura, catching sight of the size of the lines, resorted to cursing in Egyptian.

They stood in line for more than thirty minutes before Bakura finally exploded.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE DAMNED LINES?! CAN'T YOU MORTALS MOVE ANY FASTER?!" he screamed, and Yami was surprised he didn't bust a lung.

When no one even turned a head to look at the screaming man, his temper only grew worse.

"Ignore me, will you? Maybe you won't ignore as much if I send you all to the Shadow Rea- OW!"

Yami glared at him, a piece of squash in his hand.

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Author's Note: That's the end of chapter 2! How did you like it? I'll say one thing, it sure was a heck of a lot fun to write! Please tell me what you thought about and review! Please! ^_^