Author's Note: Yay! Another chapter! Rejoice! I've finally found the time to actually continue my fic. It's a miracle, considering all the schoolwork I've been given lately. Gah, sometimes I wish I could just burn it all….Well, enough of my crazy tendencies…it's time to get back to those insane Yamis…

.chapter 6.

The fight continued to rage on from within the small white car in the parking lot. Screaming could be heard from within although almost all of it was unintelligible. A few people stopped and stared, only to continue to walk by as if seeing nothing unusual.

"AGH! Idiot! Who's dumb enough to leave the headlights on in the middle of the day, for Ra's sake!?" Yami managed between attempts to kill Bakura.

"Don't you dare blame this on me, Pharaoh! I wasn't the one who was intent on shopping for clothes in the first place! If you would have just listened to me and drive back home like I-"

"'Drive home?! Drive home?!'" Yami practically yelled in Bakura's ear. "You never said a damn word about "driving home"!"

"I've been wanting to go back and destroy my Aibou for a very long time now, thank you very much! But now-"

Yami interrupted Bakura's screaming fit with another of his own.

"But now we can't, thanks to you and your…your…" he struggled for words. "Your headlight-turning-on-tendencies!" Yami clenched his fists.

The Spirit of the Ring suddenly became quite cold and sarcastic, which was probably not the best choice at the time.

"'Headlight-turning-on-tendencies?' What a marvelous technical phrase. Did they teach you that in the Royal Palace, also?" he said in a mockingly bitter tone.

The Eye of Ra burned brightly on Yami's forehead, although he was unaware of it.

"You dare mock me, soul stealer?" Yami growled, reflecting the same cold tone Bakura had picked up. "I'll teach you to know your place!"

And with that, Yami suddenly leapt at Bakura's throat with lightning speed.

"Acck!" came the pathetic groan of Bakura.

The white-haired teen struggled to slip out of Yami's death grip, but it was to no avail. In desperation, he groped behind him to find anything that may help him out of the awkward situation.

His hands wrapped against something cool and metallic against the car door.

"Ha…!" Bakura barely managed, for Yami was still trying to squeeze the life out of him. He strengthened his grip against the metallic rod in order to use it against Yami somehow as a weapon.

He yanked at the small rod as hard as he could to pry it from its spot against the door.

"DIE, PHAR-woooaah!"

The car door flew open as Bakura almost wrenched the door-handle off with too much effort.

Yami let go of Bakura's neck in surprise, and barely kept himself from falling out of the car by holding onto the seat. He watched quietly as the other spirit literally flew out of the car and landed directly on his butt.

"Argh…" Bakura groaned, both his pride and backside hurt in the process.

"Serves you right!" called Yami from inside the safety of the car.

"Shut up!" Bakura snapped, standing up and grimacing slightly from the bruise he most likely now had.

"You truly are an idiot, aren't you? What kind of person opens the car door while they're actually leaning against it?" The scene replayed over and over in Yami's brain, and it made the spirit laugh quite suddenly and quite uncontrollably.

Bakura looked up at the sky in frustration.

"The kind that no longer sees any point in liiiiving!!" he screamed in rage, glaring up at some higher being and ignoring the echoing laughs of Yami behind him.

~*~*~*~*~

Yugi pressed the "stop" button on the remote control as the movie ended. He and Ryou had been watching movies non-stop since they had forced their Yamis to do their shopping for them, and both were starting to wonder. It was starting to get late, and daylight was beginning to run thin.

There was a small lapse of silence.

"…Do you think…" Yugi started

"…that they're still in one piece?" Ryou finished.

Another moment of silence.

Both shrugged.

"So, what do you wanna watch now, Ryou?" Yugi asked, shifting through at least five different rented movies.

"Oh, I don't mind…Let's watch that one!"

~*~*~*~*~

"It's getting late," Yami commented from the driver's seat, looking up at the darkening sky.

Bakura sat in the back, glaring ahead at nothing in particular.

"…There must be another way home…" Yami trailed off.

The silence was thick and tangible from the back.

"It would take forever to walk back…"

Again, silence.

"Maybe we could-"

"Shut up," came a sharp reply from the backseat.

The Spirit of the Puzzle glared daggers at the reflection in the rear-view mirror. The reflection glared back at him with unwavering iciness.

He was becoming frustrated again.

"You're not making this any easier," he said dangerously. "If you're not going to help-"

"Help?! Ha, that's almost funny," retorted Bakura. "I have become allergic to helping starting right now. It's most obvious that 'helping out' pathetic little Aibous only leads to complete torture on my part."

Yami glared.

"You're not exactly cooperative, either! Perhaps you should stop sulking and start thinking of a way to get us out of this mess!"

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Bakura challenged.

"I command you to!"

"You apparently forget two things, Pharaoh. One: We're not in Egypt anymore, as you have most likely noticed and Two: You're a few thousand years behind the times, therefore you can no longer tell me what to do!"

Yami opened his mouth to say something, but quickly dismissed it. He was too tired and no longer wanted to push the subject any further. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I suggest we find someplace to stay and worry about this in the morning."

"You can find someplace to stay," Bakura spat indignantly. "I refuse to go anywhere else with you."

"Fine, have it your way!" Yami remarked and exited the car, slamming the door with enough force that the entire car shook with it. He started to march off, but quickly turned around and walked up to the car window. He yelled loud enough to where Bakura could hear, even with the window up.

"And when I find a nice place to stay, a nice bed to sleep in, and a very nice car to drive back home in, you can just sit there and continue to sulk and watch over the groceries and the clothes for the rest of your eternal life!"

That said and done, Yami turned around and walked off.

For a long moment, Bakura only glared at the distancing figure.

"…Damn it all."

The spirit exited the car and followed Yami, who already knew he would come.

~*~*~*~*~

Both walked in silence, Yami busy looking for a decent place to stay and Bakura glaring at anything and everything.

Finally, a blinking light labeled "Motel" caught the Pharaoh's eye.

"There," Yami pointed to the small, disturbingly empty motel.

"What? In that dump? You've got to be kidding me!"

Yami looked at it and couldn't help but frown.

"I admit, it does seem very…"

"…Ugly? Run-down? Hazardous to one's health?" Bakura suggested.

He gave Bakura a sideways glance before returning his gaze to the motel.

"I was going to say 'crude', but those other descriptions fit well, also."

"Screw this," Bakura scoffed, turning around. "It's the car for me."

Yami reached out and grabbed him by his shirt collar, causing Bakura to jerk backwards and almost fall over.

"We are going inside. Right now, it's our only option. Maybe they can help us out of this situation…What are you doing?" Yami questioned, raising a brow at Bakura's twisting attempts to get Yami's grip off of his collar. He stood there and stared, his grasp firm.

"Unlike you, I have my pride to worry about!" Bakura growled, continuing his strange movements to free himself of Yami's grip. "Let go! LET GO!"

Yami rolled his crimson eyes and sighed, dragging Bakura into the motel with him.

"No! NOOO!" Bakura's scream echoed through the darkened sky. "Agh, why me?!"

~*~*~*~*~

Ryou felt a cold chill run up his spine.

"Yugi…I think our Yamis are in trouble," Ryou said in the middle of the movie.

Yugi smiled, shaking his head, yet keeping his eyes glued to the television.

"Yeah…knowing them, they most likely are," he said, his mouth full with popcorn.

"What…?"

"Ryou, don't worry about it. I know Yami, and you know Bakura. It's safe to say that by now they've found everything on the list, yet realized themselves stranded in the shopping center and are forced to stay at a remote motel," he stated matter-of-factly.

Ryou only blinked.

"But it's also safe to say that they'll find their way out of it," he continued, and turned his head to face Ryou. "And they'll make it out alive, I promise."

Ryou smiled.

"If you say so."

"Want more popcorn?" Yugi offered, handing to the bowl to Ryou.

"Sure."

~*~*~*~*~

Both spirits entered the motel cautiously. Yami walked up to the front desk with Bakura lagging after. A young teen sat in a chair, reading some magazine and not noticing their arrival.

"Excuse me…sir?" Yami ventured.

The teen looked up over the rim of his magazine with a dull expression.

"What?"

Yami blinked and Bakura rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"We would like a place to stay for the night," the spirit continued, ignoring the rude reply from the clerk.

The teen blinked and glanced at Bakura, then back to Yami.

"You two together?" he questioned, not noticing Bakura's sudden flare in temper.

"What?! What do you mean by that, you little-"

"Calm down!" Yami snapped, before turning around to face the clerk again. "Yes, we will be paying together, but we need very separate rooms. Not next-door separate rooms; opposite-sides-of-the-hallway separate rooms."

The young man slumped back into his chair.

"Sorry. There's only one room left. The rest are taken," he stated bluntly.

"What do you mean!?" Bakura yelled again, and Yami didn't try to stop him this time. "There aren't any cars in the entire damn parking lot, you adolescent imbecile! How can there possibly be that many people here?!"

The young man blinked.

"Don't ask me; I just work here."

Instead of exploding with anger, like Yami had expected, Bakura only shrugged.

"Well, I guess it's back to the car with me," he said, turning around and starting to walk off. He felt another tight grip fall onto his collar, stopping him in his tracks.

"Agh…"

"That one room has two beds, I assume?" Yami asked the boy calmly, still clamping onto Bakura's collar tightly.

"I guess…if you count the floor as a bed."

Yami's eye twitched and Bakura struggled harder than ever to be free from Yami, but to no avail.

"Fine," Yami sighed. "We'll take it." He slid a credit card to the teen across the counter to pay.

"Hey…! How did you get that?! Last time I checked, I was the one with the credit card!"

Yami shrugged, while the teen handed back the small piece of plastic, along with a single key.

"Does it really matter?" Yami replied to Bakura, grabbing the keys.

"Room A11," informed the clerk before burying himself back into the realm of magazines.

Yami sighed. Bakura murmured obscenities under his breath.

The day was coming to a close, but they were still so very far away from their destination…

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AN: Yep, another chapter comes to a close! ^_^ Please review! The next chapter will deal with….[shudder] motels…Scary, no? Haha, and mucho fun to torture Yamis with!