SilverDragon: Hey. What's up? YAY!! School's almost out!!! WHOO-HOO! I MADE IT!!

Otogi: I think SOMEone needs LESS sugar in the morning...

SD: Hush, muse. I'm just overexcited.

Otogi: *to himself* Obviously...

SD: I was gonna say something... oh yeah! Wait. No. Nevermind.

/ =hikari to yami

// =yami to hikari

'blah blah' =private thoughts

Zora's point of view

As Zora scrambled to find some decent clothing for this 'walk' with Seto she talked with her yami. Or rather, Siri pestered Zora. //Zora and Seto, sittin' in a tree!//

/Don't you have something better to do?/

//Nope. ...K-i-s-s-i-n-g!//

/*sigh* At least help me find something to wear!/

//For your date with Seeeto?//

/It's not a date! How many times do I have to tell you?! ...What about this?/ Zora asked as she held up a tank top and a skirt.

"Zora? Kid, are you still alive in there?" came Mai Kujaku's voice from the other side of the door.

"Well that would've been a pretty stupid question if I wasn't." Zora replied as she stepped into the hallway for Mai's opinion.

"Never thought that I'd say this, but never mind how you look. Come on," Mai said, propelling Zora down the stairs.

"Hey! What's the hurry?" Zora asked as she was unceremoniously shoved through the little kitchen toward the living room.

"Kid, Kaiba's been here for over five minutes."

"What?! And why did no one even bother to tell me?!" Zora and Mai stepped through the doorway and they saw Yami and Seto standing on opposite sides of the room glaring daggers at each other, with Yugi running back and forth trying to soothe the inevitable fight.

Joey, Tristan, Ryou, and Bakura were there too; Bakura had a devilish grin on. No doubt it was the anticipation of seeing Yami get his ass kicked. Yami was just about to cast some ancient Egyptian curse on Seto when the entrance of the girls broke his concentration. (a.n. Damn! ...I mean... Yay?)

Zora lead Seto out the door, Yami's death glares going unheeded, and the two just walked aimlessly around town. Seto seemed uncharacteristically nervous. He opened his mouth to say something when a hand descended heavily on his and Zora's shoulders.

His cry of warning was cut short by Bakura's gruff voice: "So. Where are we going?" Seto frowned and started to say something, but, again, was stopped short.

"We are going somewhere romantic. You and Zora can go somewhere else. Like Burger King."

Anzu Mazaki stepped out of the alley and attached herself to Seto's arm. Zora was slightly annoyed that her date was being stolen. Slightly, as in ready to kill Anzu. AGAIN. She still had no idea how she had managed to come back. Maybe it was an inherent ability in all-annoying creatures. "Don't you have some cactus to make out with?" she asked savagely.

"For your information, Zachary and I broke up a week ago."

"... I'm not going to dignify that with an answer." Anzu ignored her and proceeded to flirt with Seto.

//Ugh, even I think that's disgusting! Let's leave them to their fate and go have some fun with Bakura.//

/For once I agree with you!/ And thus Siri took over Zora's body and she and Bakura left Seto to pry Anzu off of his arm with a tree branch. It wasn't working anyway.

And you all know what their idea of fun is... (A.N. not THAT!! I mean killing and robbing people! *to self* nasty, nasty people fill this world...oh well! Read on!)

Siri's keen eyes swept over the crowded farmer's market, which had just set up their stalls. They came to rest on wares with no owner nearby. "Do you see what I see?" Bakura grinned.

"Several dozens of unguarded eggs and a street full of people and cars?"

"You, my fiendishly insane friend, are all too right!"

Siri and Bakura quickly snuck up to the stand and grabbed several tomatoes and cartons of eggs each. "Hey! Hey you! Get away from here!" The burly shop-keep waved his broom threateningly after Siri and Bakura's retreating figures.

The terrible twosome ran to the overpass and started to throw their stolen goods at the cars. After the tenth car had spun out they were getting bored. After all, a car won't chase you. Soggy people do. So Siri and Bakura used up the last of their produce throwing it at people in the street and running away, laughing madly as enraged random persons tried to beat them into a pulp.

Marik's point of view

*Grrr...* "That Bakura and Seto are really getting on my nerves!"

Marik's only friend came up to him and asked, "You know Zora? ...Jealous...?"

Marik's head snapped around at Kurt. (For Kurt is his name!) A rare smile graced his wonderfully tanned face. (A.N. *drooling*) "No. Not jealous. And I could hardly care less of that stupid girl."

Kurt was puzzled. "Then why such antipathy? ...Ooh, heh heh, big word. Whee!" Kurt was the only person short of Malik that could be so casual with the Egyptian and have no worry of being killed or sent to the Shadow Realm. No one knows why.

"Because of her yami's affections."

Surprised, Kurt asked, "You know Siri, too??"

"Of course I know her, dimwit," came Marik's reply, "she's my sister."

Kurt was at a loss. "But, but Isis is your sister." Marik sighed. Kurt, needless to say, was not the brightest person.

"No, that's my -hikari's- sister. This one is -mine-. From when we lived in Egypt." Kurt was still struggling with this information so Marik left him to find a suitable curse for Bakura and Seto.

Kurt had gotten himself a glass of chocolate milk and somehow still managed to beat Marik to his room and was now fingering the pages of the spell book. "Gah! Kurt! Get away from there!" Marik rushed over to him to inspect the book for damage. Surprisingly, there was none, save a small smudge that could still be read. Kurt retreated, mumbling apologies. But Marik was in 'evil' mode and blocked him out.

Marik flipped through the pages. 'Where is it, where is it? Ah! Here we go. "Regression. When a subject is forced to become a younger age, mentally or physically.'"' "Sounds positively delightful. ...How about we make it permanent!"

He started the curse, but forgot that he needed a number to make them go back to. "Kurt!" Marik shouted over his shoulder. "Pick a number!" Kurt said his favorite number to the weird cloud/mist-thing that had formed over their heads. The spell wrapped around them then sped off in search of the cursed.

Seto's point of view

Seto was sitting in math class only partially listening to Mr. Teechaire (pronounced TEA-chair) mostly because he was thinking about how bad his 'walk' with Zora went. Damn that Anzu! By the time he had pried her off his arm with a crowbar and the blood started to flow into his numb arm, Zora and Bakura were gone.

"...Right, Mr. Fields. Two hundred point six. Question five, the square root..."

Seto must have fallen asleep to Mr. Teechaire's monotone, because he awoke to a strange whooshing noise. He jerked up, but nobody had noticed the sound. Suddenly it felt as if he was suffocating, and he gasped for air.

Just as suddenly, he was fine. More than fine. He was great! But what was he doing in this boring old school? And why does milk come from cows and not chickens? He had tried to milk a chicken once without success. He had feathers stuck to him for days. But why was the sky blue? And why did he have no sugar?! And why did Yugi's hair stick up like that? And how did he, Seto, get to be a millionaire? And--- Oh, yes. He was fine. Except he was--- ("Give me a variable, class...") "SEVEN!!" (Because some people are stupid, please note, that was Seto *authoress drools* and he shouted Kurt's favorite number. I couldn't think of anything else...)

Seto now possessed the intellect of a seven-year-old. So, of course, he ran out of the room to find something fun to do. "Wheeeeee!"

Joey just shook his head in amazement: "Always knew he was insane."

(SilverDragon: If you think that's bad (having six-foot-something Seto runnin' around like he's mentally disturbed) It's about to get worse. Bakura actually -became- seven. In a Crate and Barrel. That means a hyperactive, and evil, seven-year-old in a place of expensive pottery, glass, and furniture. ...I love being evil.

Fade131: I'm forced to ask, -why- was Bakura in a Crate and Barrel? Why is Bakura even allowed out of the ring, let alone out of Ryou's sight? Just ignore me, readers...

SD: Yeah, Fade. They'll do that...)

Normal point of view

"Aiee! Run!"

"Get out of the way! Aaah!"

CRASH!

A terrified store clerk bypassed the equally as terrified customers and stood quaking before the 7-yr.-old, formally known as Bakura. "Y--you're gonna have to--to buy that, you know..." Bakura glared at him, paused, picked up a wineglass, and heaved it at the clerk.

CRASH!

No, he did not pause to consider if throwing it was wrong, he paused to contemplate on what would hurt the most. Nice kid, huh?

WUMPH!

CR-RUNCH!

Bakura had skipped school and gone to the mall to steal stuff when Marik's curse got him. This was his fourth store raid, having wreaked the book store, terrorized the food court, demolished the clothes store, and looted almost all of the kiosks; so he moved on to house wares. His total debt comes close to that of buying a couple brand new Rolls Royces all at once. That, or almost the entire payment of a house. If Zora and Ryou hadn't come at that very moment, Bakura probably would've torn down the whole mall.

Their school had gotten out early. Something about a senior running around the halls screaming at the top of his lungs about how to milk a chicken.

Luckily the mall was only about a ten-minute walk from Yugi's house. Yeah, ten minutes with a murderous first-grader with the ability to send stuff to the Shadow Realm. Not what I would call a fun walk. Especially for the three cats and the trash barrel he Banished.

SD: Yo.

Otogi: 'Yo'??

SD: Shut up. ...Everyone! Read! My! Immortal! Now! And in your reviews, tell her to write another chapter! She won't listen to me!

Otogi: ...Pathetic. -__-

SD: Ain't I? ^__~