Jessica: Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!!! And now is time for a reminder that I do not own YGO!!!!!!!!!!!! ~Raceme does not mean anything in Spanish, I just find all these names in Spell Check.~

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            Joey clutched his stomach and groaned.  "I must have some sort of allergic reaction to those raspberries…my stomach hurts…"

            Midiron turned away to hide the smile on his face.  "Joey, it was your fault that you ate so many raspberries that you got a stomach ache.  And complaining won't do any good."

            The day progressed and there was still no sign of the Capabura plant.  Yami had put Yugi back in his soul room, so Joey wouldn't have to carry him.  Midiron was getting very worried, as it was darkening and the paths were getting slippery from dew and rain.  "Maybe we should - " he started to say, then was cut off as a boulder crashed and blocked the path in front of them.

            Joey stared at the massive boulder.  "Midiron…is there any way we can get to the top of the mountain another way? Like a detour, or something?" he asked. 

            Midiron thought for a moment, then nodded.  "Yes, there is – on the other side.  A longer and more perilous journey.  It may take too long, for we only have six more days left."

            Joey kicked at the boulder, but the only effect that had was a bruised foot.  "Drat.  Stupid rock…I mean, who invited it???"

            Yami rolled his eyes.  "And Tristan, don't even think about asking if I can destroy the boulder, because I can't.  At least I don't think I can."

            Bakura (Yami Bakura) snickered.  "Think about that.  A pharaoh who can't even move a little boulder."

            Yami sent a death glare towards the ancient Tomb Robber.  "You want to try moving that stinking piece of rock?"

            Bakura grinned.  "I can't, but you have the power of the pharaoh…remember?"

            Yami clenched his fists.  "You know perfectly well that I don't remember what it does, what is it, and how to use it."

            "Maybe.  At least I'm not a stupid pharaoh no baka who's lost his memory after only 3000 years…baka!"

            "You want a piece of me?"

            "A piece of you??????? Do you realize how lame that sounds???"

            "URUSAI!"

            "URUSAI YOURSELF!!!!!!!!"

            "Aibou, don't even bother arguing with Yami…" Ryou was trying to solve the argument.  "Cause Yugi needs all the time he can get, and you two aren't helping much."

            "Arigatou gozaimasu, Ryou-kun," said Joey.  "Finally those two can shut up and stop bickering."

            Two dagger glares were sent his way by two angry Egyptian spirits.  Joey wilted and walked down the path, followed by Ryou, Tristan, Midiron, Tea, Yami, and Bakura, who were still bickering under their breaths.

            "Baka pharaoh."

            "Baka tomb robber."

            "Arigatou, pharaoh."

            "Urusai."

            And it went on…and on…and on…

            Joey checked his watch.  The two hands glowed dimly in the pitch-black darkness.  "It's three o'clock AM, guys, we better take a break." He yawned.  "And Yami and Bakura, please shut up so we can catch some sleep."

            Midiron looked around.  "A dangerous spot to stop and sleep at, comrades.  Joey, Tristan, you stand guard.  Next sentry duty is for Yami and Bakura, and then me and Ryou."

            Joey and Tristan each faced opposite directions.  But Midiron should've known better than trust them.  In five seconds, both were snoring and dreaming.  Tea vaguely muttered, "Friendship…" and then went back to sleep.  But suddenly, as the full moon shone upon the lake, a wild beast – a fire dragon – leapt out.

            Midiron was swiftly alert and shook everyone awake.  "Raceme the Terrible…" he said in a whisper.  "Eater of flesh and sometimes rumored to be worse than the Chupacabras itself.  Raceme has few weaknesses – his underbelly and in-between his claws.  If we can injure him in his underbelly, maybe we might kill him.  Anyone got any ideas?" 

            Bakura grinned.  "FINALLY a part in this stupid story I actually get to hurt someone!!!!!!" He pulled a dagger out of a small sheath and a rope out of a leather pouch.  Swinging his rope like a cowboy, the Ancient Egyptian spirit yelled and threw the loop around the dragon's head and pulled.  The dragon snorted and blew out a molten fireball and singed the ground next to Bakura. 

            But Bakura was an expert at this stuff.  After all, he had been an experienced tomb robber in the past.  He climbed up the rope surprisingly quickly and scrambled under the dragon.  Then he stabbed Raceme ten times in his weakest spot.  Red, thick mess splattered everywhere.  The dragon fell to the ground, squashing Bakura underneath it.  The spirit of the Sennen Ring simply retreated back into his soul room and then re-appeared right next to the dragon.  Yami was stunned.  "Now I see how you managed to get past all those guards…" he said.

            Midiron stared not at the dragon, but at the rising sun.  "The sixth day," he said solemnly.  Without a word, he started to climb around the mountain and onto the path on the other side.  Silently, everyone followed, speeding up the pace as they thought of the fact that Yugi's remaining six days might be his last.