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"RYOU!!!!" Ryou's dad's voice could be heard.

"uh-oh" Ryou hastily ran to the living room where his father stood, swaying a bit.

"Do you realize what time it is???" His father asked his son.

"Umm…8:30?" Ryou replied.

"You forgot to make me breakfast, and I'm gonna be late for work!!!" The man swayed a bit more before getting control.

"Umm…you don't go to work…" Ryou tried to tell his father, unsure of himself.

"What?" Ryou could tell this was not going well.

"You lost your job…" Ryou mumbled.

"I did? You punk! How did I lose my job? What did you do???" He threw a chair across the room. A lamp broke.

'This is not happening…' Bakura thought to himself.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE PUNK ASS KID!" The man's face was red with anger, starting to turn purple.

'I am not about to lose my vessel…' Bakura thought to himself, as he tried to take over. 'This is exactly like that…tream thing I had. That mightnare…or whatever it was called…' Bakura opened the mind link. 'Damn it hikari!!! Let me take over NOW, or I'll come up there and beat you up myself. If you die, I won't get the chance to gain all 7 millennium items.'

'I don't care if you don't have the chance to gain all 7 millennium items, your not hurting my dad!' Ryou argued.

'It's kill or be killed, and I'm about to kill, so let me take over!' Bakura shouted at his hikari. Finally he gained control. 'I'm gonna beat the living shit out of that kid myself' Bakura said to himself, furious. Bakura grabbed a hammer that was near by. Ryou's father had been trying to nail something sometime yesterday, but gave up as he was to drunk and couldn't really hit the nail. Bakura swung the hammer as hard as he could at the man's head, knocking him out cold. 'Now that that's taken care of…' Bakura thought. He headed outside, not bothering to put on a coat. He walked down the street, looking a grocery store. Maybe he could send the manager and the other people to the shadow realm so he could get his raw meat for free…

He decided not to, he wasn't really in the mood to do anything but walk. 'Why does he have to make it harder for me?' Bakura thought to himself. 'Everything was fine back in Ancient Egypt. I did what I wanted, when I wanted to do it. Then my spirit got sealed away in that god-forsaken ring. "And now I have to live through another and share his vessel!" He shouted that last statement out loud, getting a few stares.

"What are you looking?" Bakura spat at a girl around the age of 11, "Do you really want me to send you to the shadow realm?" The girl looked at him, a little startled. Bakura started laughing maniacally. The girl passed Bakura, walking as quickly as her legs would carry her. You never know what kind of weirdo's you run into these days…

Eventually, Bakura found himself walking in a new area. He hadn't been here before. The road was deserted, and old stone buildings stood side by side. It looked like a ghost town from this area.

Someone…or something…chuckled.

Bakura looked around to see if anyone was there. His eyes narrowed. "Who's there?" He asked. ."Show yourself." He growled menacingly.

"It's me again…" A voice sounded, seemingly out of nowhere.

"What do you want?" Bakura asked irritated. "Why don't you show yourself?" It was that mysterious voice he had heard awhile back. (chapter 2 peeps) Maybe it wasn't his imagination after all…

"I don't feel like showing myself right now…" Bakura snorted. "I came here to tell you this…" The person started.

"Than tell me, and make it quick." Bakura snapped.

"I'm getting to it!" The voice snapped back. "I understand you live through another…"

"How did you know that?" Bakura asked, interrupting again.

"I have my ways of knowing." The person's voice seemed to smirk. "You're worried about the vessel being hurt…why is that?"

"What do you mean?" Bakura spat. "I care nothing for that little English brat. As soon as I gain all 7 millennium items, there'll be no use for him anymore."

"Uh-huh. Sure you don't care about him." The voice said sarcastically.

"Why would I?" Bakura asked, getting more and more annoyed by the minute.

"I don't know. Maybe being around kind people has rubbed off on you, and making you softhearted." Bakura snorted again.

"Anyway, back to what I was going to tell you…you and the boy are in grave danger. Here is what you must do to stay out of danger…when the bottle breaks, steal it from him." The man replied.

"What? What the hell are you talking about? What is all this nonsense anyway?" Bakura asked, utterly confused.

"Just do what I said. When the bottle breaks, steal it from him."

"What the hell do you mean? You're making no sense at all!" Bakura shouted, getting agitated.

"I mean what I say. It's quite simple really. When the bottle breaks, steal it from him. Now turn around."

"What?" Bakura asked, getting more confused and very agitated.

"Turn around." The voice stated again.

"Stupid faggot punk ass bastard who's so damn ugly he can't show his face to anyone, and he's telling me all this nonsense I don't need to hear." Bakura muttered. "If the coward would actually show his face, I'd have a chance to send him to the shadow realm and rid the world of this him."

Bakura started to curse in Egyptian, before actually turning around.

He found himself facing the grocery store. Bakura turned back around, to see a familiar, busy street. No old stone buildings, looking deserted, but white wooden houses that content, and full of people.

"Wait!" Bakura shouted out. More stares. "What the hell did you mean by 'steal it from him'? Steal what?" More people stared at him. Bakura glared. 'I'm loosing it!' Bakura thought. 'There's no way I can end up from a deserted wasteland to the grocery store by just turning around! Maybe it was another tream. More like a meaningless mightnare.' Bakura walked into the store.

'Might as well…' Bakura thought, his thoughts drifting back to raw meat…

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Yay! That chapter has got to be my longest one yet! It's still short, but I think it's the longest one yet! Thank you to all who reviewed my last chapter! Please R&R!!! If I'm lucky, the next chapter will be out by Friday, but I can't guarantee that, because I might have a football game to go to. Oh well. Please R&R!!!