Hicky: Heh! I wrote a whole chapter without using my right ring-finger!

Trent: And that's good why Hicky?

Hicky: It isn't good at all! I was bringing the horses in and one spun and the lead rope tore through me hands and it kinds pulled part of my nail off... from the right side... on two nails... but only my ring-finger really hurts.

Trent: Did it bleed Hicky?

Hicky: Yep! See! shows Trent her fingers which still have dried blood on them. Oh... if any of this is grossing you out... just read this chappie and all will be better!

Trent: Oh and we aren't doing disclaimers anymore... just refer back to the last 37 chapters if you care to know that Hicky does not own Yu-Gi-Oh... damn, I did a disclaimer... I suck at being a block AND a disclaimer person.

Hicky: Yes Trent... yes you do... ENJOY!

The Chaos Theory

Gaia had left after Chaos had come back. Well, he had not so much left, as been thrown out on his ass.

"I do say! You can't just go throwing your fellow monsters around Chaos!" Luster said angrily once he had given Gaia a proper goodbye.

Chaos paid no heed to Luster's reasonable outburst. He flipped some of his hair over his shoulder. The spiky look made it seem like the movement was unnatural.

"You should know... I'm going to talk to Master Yami about you... you, you," Luster went and sat in a chair, watching Chaos closely.

"Me, me? What do you mean by that?" Chaos asked, as if he had no clue, but still sounded sure of himself.

"Gaia and I found your poems..."

'No!' a small voice screamed inside Chaos's mind and he shook his head to be rid of the annoyance. "Poems?" He asked, truly not knowing, but making a quick assumption that the weakling of a 'counterpart' had kept them a secret. He mentally swore when it hit him that others had found out what was going on, if only slightly.

Luster eyed the mage warily. "The poetry you wrote... and hid in my drawer-" Luster stopped speaking immediately. This wasn't the Chaos who wrote the poems... he hadn't even known about them. Luster moved his hand slowly toward the drawer and removed the pieces of paper.

Chaos caught Luster's movement and looked back at the ritual warrior. "Oh, those poems," Chaos said, trying his best to make up for his stupid slip.

"No, these aren't yours... you didn't write them," Luster said as he held the poems behind his back.

Fury grew behind Chaos's red irises. He held a hand out, expecting the papers to be placed in it. He caught Luster's muscles tighten, grabbing the poems a bit harder. "They are mine... they have my name upon them..." Chaos said, taking a guess that they were signed.

Luster blinked a few times. It was true. Chaos's name was written on each and every poem. "You are a poet then?" he questioned the mage.

Chaos lowered his hand to rest on his hip. "I am," he said, though he had never actually taken pen to paper.

"Then prove it to me..."

"Very well," Chaos said cockily even though he had no idea if he could write anything poetic. He did know however, that it wouldn't be all sweet and pathetic. The mage plunked into a chair, which happened to be one of Luster's. He didn't care about what belonged to whom.

After a few minutes Luster got frustrated and went to get Chaos paper and something to write with. The mage seemed to like the idea of being waited on hand and foot, and he wasn't going to get that treatment after this. He tosses everything at Chaos who actually caught it.

Chaos glared at Luster before he started scribbling some words onto the paper. He didn't know the topics of the other poetry so he knew he couldn't mimic it, he'd have to just wing the whole thing. He was surprised after he found that the first stanza wasn't all to bad. It was evil, and much like him, but it wasn't terribly written.

Luster watched as Chaos wrote down a poem, and was actually a little worried. He wasn't all too sure about Chaos and it was only a thought that he might have a split personality, or something along those lines. Chaos handed him the paper when he was pleased with it. Luster read it over and his eyes went wide. This was most defiantly not the writer of the other poems.

"Well... read it out loud, I want to hear it being read," Chaos said. He could write poetry, although he doubted he'd ever do it again.

Luster blinked twice and then began to read Chaos's poem out loud.
"Be gone you little elven lad;
He deserves mush more;
A mage deserves a mage my boy;
Not some little whore.
Step back Celtic, you're time is done;
And now mine is here;
You had best as a say;
Or I'll show you fear.
Children aren't allowed to be here;
In the big boy's game;
And if the one you love is sad;
Then you are to blame.
All you are is a small, weak, youth;
And I'm a strong man;
There's many things that you can't do;
That I surely can.
Come now boy, learn where you belong;
You should know your place;
Dark needs someone who's good in bed;
Not some huge disgrace.
I'm a natural at these things;
Others need to try;
So, grow up Celtic, be a man;
Now go off and die."

"See, I told you a wrote poetry. Pretty damn good don't you think?" Chaos was a little to smug to notice the utter disgust all over Luster's features.

"You asshole!" Luster screamed at the mage before his fist came in contact which Chaos's pretty, blue head. When the spell-caster had fallen to the floor Luster added a swift kick for good measure and then left the room. He couldn't stand to look at the other monster.

Chaos curled up on the floor, clutching at his stomach, where he had been kicked. He then retreated and let his weaker side take over. He could deal with the pain instead. Chaos's eyes shifted to a pink color, and they doubled in size when the agony was felt. "Arggg!" Chaos coughed and tried to focus his magic to heal himself faster, but he couldn't. He had to wait until it left by itself.

deet

Dark began to awaken first. He moved his arm and felt Celtic's warm body beside him. He smiled, eyes still closed. He cuddled closer to the elf, causing him to wake up as well. The two looked at each other. They exchanged a tender kiss that was interrupted by a soft chuckle from the foot of the bed. They looked at each other again, lips still pressed together. Dark pulled away, looking confused, and then turned to where the sound had come from... "... YAMI?!" He screamed when the person, or, spirit registered in his brain.

"Eep!" Celtic squealed and wrapped the blankets around himself. They had seemed to find their way quite a ways down and there was some suspicion as to how.

Dark sat up, not bothering to cover himself since he wasn't embarrassed about anything. "What in the name of Ra are you doing here?!"

"I came to see Chaos," Yami replied, letting his eyes wander. He snapped his eyes back to Dark's when he heard a certain feline-like monster growl low in his throat.

Dark chuckled at Celtic's little sound and wrapped an arm around him. "Yami... do either of us look like Chaos? Don't answer that..."

"No, I mean, I have already gone to see Chaos, and have decided on what must be done-"

"And have you done what must be done?" Dark asked.

'I hope he has to be killed,' Celtic thought. He rested his head on Dark's shoulder and clutched the blankets tightly. He also took about half of them and flung them over his mage.

"No, I have not done it yet. But I must say one thing about Chaos... physically, he's in top condition."

"Oh... Yami," Dark sighed as he rested his head in his hand.

"What?" Yami asked both innocently and sincerely.

"You slept with him didn't you?" Dark shook his head back and forth several times while Celtic just stared at the pharaoh, waiting for an answer.

"Umm... yes..."

"What are you going to do about him?" Celtic finally piped up.

"Well, if it makes you happy, someone beat him up a bit, though, I don't know why... As in I don't know their motives Celtic, not that he didn't deserve it."

"And you plan to..." Dark asked again, waiting for Yami to finish the sentence.

"I plan to fix the problem. I spoke with Luster and Gaia, probably while you two were... busy... and after I spoke with Chaos I found that their assumption was most likely true."

"Which was?..." Dark pressed for more information.

"Which was that Chaos was not fully fused. It was my fault... I was so worried about Yugi that I didn't perform the ritual summoning properly, and thus Chaos was created as he is... Celtic, please stop glaring at me that way. It wasn't as if I sent him to do what he did to you..."

Celtic's eyes changed from an icy glare to ones shaky and scared. He held Dark close and wished he could just forget about what had happened to him.

Dark cleared his throat and asked for the third time. "And you plan to do what to fix the problem Yami?"

"Right, I plan to complete the fusion. Chaos seems to be, at the moment, something like Yugi and myself. There are two of them, though he only ever socializes as the more confident, more proud, more-"

"Fucking crazy asshole," Celtic added angrily.

Yami looked at Celtic. "Fine... that one. But there is a second Chaos. Dark knows his personality the best, and then me. You see Celtic... the village Dark came from, long ago, had a high reputation for powerful mages. Dark and Chaos grew up together, and then both become my priests. Finally they became high level mages."

Dark nodded. "He was just as annoying back then, but not quite as persistent and very shy. He wrote poetry all the time-"

"And that is what Luster and Gaia found. Some poems he had written... Luster had later asked Chaos to write a poem to prove he was the same monster that wrote the love poems and such." Yami caught Dark cringe. "Chaos failed the test miserably and therefore, the three of us concluded that he was truly two minds in one body."

"And how do you expect him to turn out?" Celtic asked warily. He didn't want to end up with Chaos as he had always been. "What's your Chaos Theory?"

"My theory is that his true personality will take over, but he will be more confident, and more take-charge... but he will also be much more respectful and understanding."

"So, like what would happen if Master Yugi and you fused?"

"Exactly... wait! I am not as bad as Chaos!"

Celtic giggled and hid under the covers.

"Yami?"

"Yes Dark Magician?"

"Get out of my room."

Yami then disappeared and returned to his soul room.

Hicky: Alright! After reading the poem did everyone go back to hating Mr. Chaos?

Trent: Well, I sure did!

Hicky: That's nice Trent... oh... next chapter will please a certain reviewer, by the name of Shadow Wizard17... yep yep.