Yugi stared at Yami, his mouth open. Ryou stared at Yami, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Even Bakura, wherever he was, had stopped snickering.

Yami had turned the legs of his leather trousers up on the inside, to give himself the classic 'ankle-freezers' Michael Jackson always wore. He'd taken one of his gloves off, so that he only had the one left on. He'd poured some bottled water on his shoes to give them a shiny look. He was stood with one foot flat, the other on the tips of his toes, hips thrust with one hand on his hip, his gloved hand down by his side. He'd even slightly scrunched his face up to try to make himself look more like MJ.

"Anou… Yami?" Yugi began, totally uncertain of whether Yami was still under the effects of the sugar, or if being in the same room as Bakura for so long had driven him mad, or what. "Are… are you ok?"

Yami simply gave a wry smile in Yugi's direction, and began to sing. Yugi recognised the tune Yami was singing - it was 'Beat It' by Michael Jackson. However, the words were anything but what Michael Jackson sang.

"How come you're always such a stupid lil boy?

Don't play with that tin, it's not some kind of toy!

You know we all love Spam, it brings the world such joy

So eat it! Just eat it!"

Yugi and Ryou gave eachother a sideways glance, totally unsure as to what to make of this new odd event. Half of Yugi wanted to stop Yami there and then; the other half just wanted to curl up in the corner and rock backwards and forwards on his heels till Yami stopped. Ryou felt a small pang of - was it fear? - as Yami continued.

"You'd better not argue, better clean off your plate

Spam's the only thing you're not allowed to hate

You'll finish the whole tin, or I'll make you worm bait

So eat it! I don't care if you're full…"

Yugi and Ryou both grimaced, gritted their teeth, screwed their eyes shut and braced themselves for the chorus.

"Just eat it, eat it,

Open up your mouth and feed it

Try some for breakfast, grab some more Spam,

It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned, just eat it!"

Ryou could take it no longer. He ducked out of the way behind his crate once more and covered his ears, shuddering at the very thought of what he'd just seen and heard. Yugi glared at the crate Ryou was sat behind - however, he couldn't join him. After all, Yami was singing for him, and he didn't want to upset Yami, regardless of what he had to endure.

Unknown to the other two, Bakura was also cowering, his bruised face screwed up as though he were a five year-old hiding from the bogeyman. He was so horrified, he couldn't even send abuse to Ryou over their mind link. He could, however, mentally kick himself for giving Yami that sugar. But how was he to know *this* would be the outcome?

"That pile of Spam you left is a crying shame,

If you starve to death there's only you to blame

Spam is beautiful, it deserves a richer name,

So eat it, just eat it."

Yugi could feel his left eye beginning to twitch. It wasn't happening, he kept telling himself. Yami was *not* singing. It was a nightmare. He'd wake up soon, and they could all have a good laugh about it.

Soon.

Soon.

Very soon…

Any minute now…

Yugi slapped himself round the face. Hard. This provided clarification enough that he wasn't dreaming.

Yami actually paused in his song briefly, to give Yugi a look that asked 'Are you feeling okay?' Recovering where he left off, he imitated the Michael Jackson "OW!" before continuing.

"Go grab a mouthful of that pork and ham,

Shove it down your throat just as fast as you can

I think that it's time that we start to worship Spam

So eat it, I don't care if you're full!"

Yugi braced himself for the final chorus. Ryou began rocking back and forth and banging his head off the crate. Bakura had begun to accept Yami's performance - insanity evidently does have its advantages - and began tittering maniacally at the fiend he had unleashed upon the room, the familiar evil gleam in his eye.

"Just eat it, eat it,

Open up your mouth and feed it

Try some for breakfast, grab some more Spam,

It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned,

Just eat it, just eat it

Don't you make me repeat it!

Eat it for dinner, or as a snack

If you don't like it you can't send it back

Just eat it!

Eat it!

Just eat it!

Eat it!"

Yugi waited for Yami to finish fading out his "eat it"s before he dared speak. "Well…" he began, totally unsure what to say. "Thank you Yami, I'm… uhm… really touched by that. I never realised you cared about me enough to… write a song about Spam for me…" he finished weakly.

Yami smiled at Yugi. "Unfortunately that's as far as I got with my songs -" He was interrupted by a faint mocking 'Yippee!' from Bakura "- but I'll try again another time."

Yugi gave a small, almost inaudible sigh. "Yeah, better to not burn yourself out now, eh?"

Before Yami had a chance to answer, Yugi turned away and leaned around the crate. "Hey, Ryou, he's finished, you can come out no… Ryou?"

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Whoo! Finally! And apologies for the delay, oh loyal reviewers, but these things take time. That and my internet connection hasn't been very nice lately.

Thanks to all of you who have reviewed so far, I would list you all but I wanna use this space to sneak in a cheap self-promo instead.

I daresay many of you are disappointed this won't be a Yaoi (I know it's a prime opportunity for it) but I (hopefully) have one up and running alongside this ficcie, entitled 'First Date', written specially for Yugi\Yami fans, so please check it out! It's gonna get lovely and fluffy, just the way I like it! ^_^

Please take the time to review this chapter, and don't flame me about the song lyrics - I will state now that I used *some* lines from 'Eat It' by Wierd Al Yankovich, but the guy's a genius so it's practically a tribute to him!

Thanks for reading, see you next chapter!