Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, there would be a lot more episodes like this fic. There would also be flying elephants and Bakura's hair would change colors every other week. ...Maybe that's the reason why I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Go figure.

Author's Note: Hee, this is so much fun to write. Thanks again for all the reviews and enjoy the fourth installment of this deeply profound and profoundly deep fic. …'Tis so much fun to make Bakura act like a goofball. Anyway, R/R!

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:Chapter 4:

It was a very crowded walk through the shopping center. People would not seem to move out of the way, even though one would think they would notice the very obvious hair of Yami and the evil glares of Bakura.

"Excuse me," said Yami for the hundredth time when he bumped into someone.

"Excuse you!" roared Bakura for the hundredth time when he bumped into someone.

Yami was too busy looking for a game shop to pay any attention to Bakura. Around him, there was every type of store imaginable...except a game shop. Yami sighed in frustration.

They continued their walk until they came across a pet shop. In reality, neither really cared for pets and both would have kept walking had there not been a small distraction.

Outside of the pet store, as if it were some sort of cheap advertising, a colorful parrot sat in a stand-up cage, blinking as people walked past. The parrot spotted Bakura, who was in a bad mood like always, and blinked again. Suddenly:

"Petty scoundrel! Squuaawwk!"

Bakura stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Yami, who almost ran into him.

"WHAT did you say?!" yelled Bakura in Yami's face.

Yami blinked and stared.

"I don't know. What did I say?" he asked casually.

Bakura growled and turned around, continuing to walk. Yami shrugged and followed.

"Petty scoundrel! Petty scoundrel! SQUAWK!"

Yami turned around to see what was making such a loud noise, when suddenly Bakura in his face again.

"If you have something to say, then just SAY IT!"

"I didn't say anything!" Yami defended, his brow furrowing.

"Don't think I'm stupid! I heard you! You said, 'Petty scoundrel! Petty scoundrel! SQUAWK!'" yelled Bakura who had that insane look in his eyes again.

"...squawk?"

"Yes, SQUAWK!"

"Sqquuuaawwkkk!" squawked the parrot.

"Exactly!" said Bakura.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Bakura slowly turned his head to look at the parrot, with Yami's quizzical look still upon him.

"What did you say, bird?" Bakura asked dangerously.

"..."

"That's right. You better not say anything."

Bakura turned to leave, satisfied with himself.

"PETTY SCOUNDREL! SQUAWWWK!"

"AGGH! Die, bird! You're about to become tonight's dinner, you stupid sack of feathers!" Bakura announced, getting ready to leap on the cage.

Yami made sure that didn't happen by grabbing hold of his shoulders just in time.

"Get off of me! I've got a score to settle with that bird!"

"Petty scoundrel!"

"DIE!"

"STOP!" screamed Yami, all the noise starting to confuse him. Both Bakura and the bird stopped yelling at each other temporarily.

"Are you really this immature?!" Yami questioned.

"Of course I am!"

"If you destroy that bird, you're going to have to pay for it!" Yami explained.

"You forget that I have a credit card!"

"That doesn't mean you can rip apart anything that makes you angry enough to do so!"

"Never stopped me before!"

"Petty scoundrel! Squaawk!"

"AGH, DIE!"

"I SAID, STOP!"

Both spirits became silent, as well as the bird, but the glares they gave each other were very apparent. They ignored the strange stares coming from innocent passerby's.

Yami walked up to the bird and stared at it, after calming down a bit.

"He has a big vocabulary for a bird, I'll admit. I don't think I even knew what 'petty scoundrel' meant until I was at least eight," Yami went on.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Hello," said the parrot to Yami.

"Hello," said Yami to the parrot.

"What?! What does that bird have against me?!" Bakura stammered, running up to the cage.

"HELLO!" yelled the latter, obviously not meaning it.

The colorful parrot looked at Bakura, then to Yami, then back to Bakura. It blinked.

"...Petty scoundrel."

"AGGGGHHH!"

"Clearly, this bird knows you," stated Yami.

"Shut up!"

"...squaawk."

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Yami had dragged Bakura away from strangling the parrot to death, and both were in sour moods once more. Yami looked from store to store, his arms crossed. At last, he spotted what he was looking for.

"There it is," he said absent-mindedly, not loud enough for anyone to hear. Bakura kept on walking as Yami entered the game shop.

"I can't believe my Aibou put me up to this!" Bakura yelled to the sky rather noisily. "When I get home, I'm going to stay inside The Ring for a few more millennia! Although he would probably wake me up with his snoring, that stupid Aibou," Bakura babbled on.

A man behind him stared.

"Especially when you're inside that stuffy Ring, his snoring is like one big earthquake! But anything to get away from YOU!" Bakura swiftly turned around and pointed his finger at the man, expecting to see Yami.

The man now looked very scared.

"Uh..." Bakura blinked, searching for an explanation.

"I'm drunk...?" he tried. It seemed to be an ongoing theme.

"Oh," said the man, nodding like it was normal. He then walked off.

Bakura glared and went off looking for Yami.

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Yami walked out of the game shop with two unopened packs of duel monster cards in his hand. He looked around, wondering where Bakura went off to.

Where did that tomb robber go? he thought to himself.

"Move! Move! Dammit, I said move you pathetic mortals!"

Ah, there he is.

Bakura struggled against the flow of the crowd with no avail. Instead, Yami carelessly walked up to him.

"Looking for me?" he asked.

Bakura looked up and growled, becoming agitated at absolutely everything imaginable.

"Where the hell did you run off to?!" he almost screamed.

"I told you; I was getting cards for my Aibou." He waved the two packs of cards in his hands.

"Ah!" Bakura's eyes lit up, suddenly interested. "Open them!"

"What? Of course not! I told you; these aren't for me," Yami responded.

"So? Who cares?!"

"I do! I won't take the chance of betraying my Aibou's trust."

Bakura snorted indignantly.

"You call yourself a Yami? You're too soft. If you won't open them, then I'll do it for you!" Bakura suddenly leapt at the two packs of cards in Yami's hand, only to miss when Yami pulled back just in time.

"NO! These are my Aibou's! I won't let you touch them!" Yami warned, holding the cards as far away back as possible from Bakura.

Bakura, of course, was quickly losing his temper. He growled.

"Give them here, you imbecile Pharaoh!" he spat, right before bounding a considerable way to grab them from Yami's hand. Fortunately for Yami, all he got was a handful of wrist.

"What are you-?! LET GO!" he screamed in Bakura's face and only drew the cards further away from the other spirit's grasp.

But Bakura was quite the persistent one when he wanted to be.

"NO! Not…until…you…let me…see…what's…inside!!" Bakura yelled, making futile attempts to grab the cards in between words.

"Let go of me, Tomb Raider!"

"Shut up, coward!"

"Stubborn grave-robber!"

"Psychotic Pharaoh!"

"PETTY SCOUNDREL!"

"AGGGHHH!"

In a desperate attempt to protect the cards from the insane spirit of the ring, Yami shoved the two packs of cards into his back pocket, hoping they would be safe there. Too bad it was only wishful thinking.

Bakura, who was still clutching Yami's wrist when he put them in his back pocket, let go and was now only a few inches away from his goal. He reached for them, but Yami turned around just in time.

"LET ME SEE!"

"NO!"

"DAMMIT!" Bakura exclaimed as he made another attempt at the cards, only to have Yami turn around once more.

Now then, you can imagine that through stranger's eyes, one might get the wrong impression. After all, it did seem like Bakura was reaching for Yami's butt…need there more to be said? Also, comments coming from the two angry teens' mouths were only making the situation worse.

"Can't you wait until we get home to see?!" asked a frustrated Yami.

"No way! You're being impossible, Pharaoh! Now take them out and let me see! What? Don't you trust me?"

People walking by stopped and stared, some almost laughing at the sight. The two spirits were too busy fighting to even notice.

"Of course not! You tried to steal my soul once; what reason do I have to trust you?"

An audience was now gathering and forming a circle around both of them. A few 'awwws' emerged after Yami's last remark was made, most of them taking it metaphorically and not literally.

"Awww…how sad," said someone from the crowd, temporarily straying the attention of the bickering teens.

Eyes widened, both of them looked around at the circle of people surrounding them. Suddenly, both felt the need to be nervous.

"…'Aww'?" they said at the same time.

At last, the humiliation clicked in their heads. Their eyes grew so wide it was almost frightening.

"WHAT?! NO! It's not what you think!" Yami attempted to explain, but it didn't seem to be working. Those sly smiles were still on the crowd's faces.

"W-what?! You think we're…me…and him?" Bakura gaped, instantly wishing he was mortal so he could kill himself. He shook his head violently to the point where it looked like it hurt.

"No, no, no!" Yami said. "You've got it all wrong…!"

"Isn't it cute?" said a woman from the crowd. "They're both in denial! How sweet!"

"AGGGHHHH!" Bakura gave a primal scream and his hands leapt for Yami's throat. "This is your fault!! Die! Die already, damn you!"

"My fault?! This isn't my…Acck!" Yami didn't get to finish his sentence with Bakura's hands around his neck.

Then, a savior appeared at the scene. Or rather, it was the man that Bakura had ran into a few minutes back.

"Don't mind them," said the man. "They're just drunk."

"Oh," said the crowd all at the same time, nodding their heads in disappointment. They quickly began to dissipate, including the man who just went about his own business.

Both spirits stopped. Bakura stopped trying to cut off the air supply to Yami, although he didn't move his hands. Yami stopped stomping on Bakura's foot because of it. The two looked very confused.

"All right, then," Bakura started, letting go and dusting himself off. "I think that went rather well."

Yami only glared at him.

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Author's Note: This chapter I actually wrote from experience. My aunt has a parrot that says "shut up" whenever someone says "I love you" to it. X^D I found that painfully funny when I found out for myself. And the entire scene where Bakura is trying to look at the cards…well…you don't wanna know where that one came from. ^.^; Review please!

ALSO...there won't be another update for a few days. I'm about to leave on a vacation, if all goes well, to Arkansas. What's in Arkansas, you ask? I'm not sure. Guess I'll find out when I get there. But I promise an update when I come back! ^_^ Until then, see ya!