Hiya! Here's the next chapter to this story! And by the way, Rishid is Odion's Japanese version name. Some names are a hodge-podge in there, like Malik Ishtar. That's a mix of his American and Japanese name. I'll put in translations for the Japanese phrases and words for the people who aren't sure. Just tell me and I'll give you the translation. If they don't sound right, that's as close as I think they are.

Gomen-nasai—I'm sorry

Daijoubou—when asked, it means "are you okay?". Also the reply for "Yes, I'm fine"

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Ch.2: Deadly Reunions, part 1
"Kamiya-sensei, I don't feel well. Not at all."
It was hard not to feel bad. Ryou could feel a definite fatigue coming over him. It was as if he'd just been hit over the head by a semi- truck. He hoped fervently that it had nothing to do with a curse, as Yami Bakura warned him it might. At least it aided his story and need to go home.
"You should head down to the infirmary to call your mother or father," the teacher told him.
Ryou's lips broke into a pained smile.
"My mother is deceased and my father is in Egypt on a dig, ma'am."
"Oh, that's right! Gomen-nasai, Bakura-san! You've been so good about not mentioning it and being a good student, that it slipped my mind. Mutou- san! Escort Bakura to his house and make sure he's okay."
Yugi leapt to his feet and accompanied Ryou out of the classroom.
"Daijoubou, Bakura-kun?"
"Daijoubou, Yugi. Well, actually..."
Can I tell Yugi-kun?
You might as well. We'll need all the help we can secure if Ganlin—oh, you know!—comes back.
"...Er...Yugi?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to tell you something...when I get home..."
"Tell him now, damn it!"
Ryou winced. His yami was in false form.
"Yami, I don't want to tell him now. It's not the appropriate time, and I think I'm feeling worse..."
Yami Bakura felt his eyes soften. Bakura was pale, shaky, and worn- looking.
"You look like shit."
"I feel like it too," Bakura moaned.
"Rest in your soul room. I'll take over."
Yami Bakura knew that if this was a curse, it would affect him as well, unlike any other time, where it would be dulled out. On the other hand, he could identify the curses by experience.
He took control of Ryou's body and slumped a bit. Now he felt bad.
"Uhh..." he moaned, having to bite back the queasy feeling he was starting to develop. "It's Ganlinmort all right. I don't know how he did it, but he's free of the realm and he's cursed this body."
"Who's Ganlinmort? What's going on?" Yugi asked sharply.
"Don't yell...he's placed a Concussion Curse on me...and a Sickness curse too...Oh, great. Just what I need...shit..."
Yami Bakura's eyes became unfocused and the pupils were dilated slightly.
"Get Joseph...don't tell him...it's a spell..." he groaned before unconsciousness took him.

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"Heh, heh. Underestimating fool. I shall end this farce."
An otherworldly voice broke through the silence of Domino Park.
"A pity he saw through the curses. Not like it helped him anyway. Now he will be too ill to fight me, and this time, he'll be the one in the Hell Hole Realm."
A chill of laughter rung in the vast park as Ganlinmort headed for the house of his nemesis.

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When Yugi arrived to where he'd left his half-enemy, he found him looking, for all the world, dead.
"Yami Bakura, are you okay?"
In truth, the yami was bordering consciousness.
"Yu...gi..." he mumbled before shutting his mouth tightly as he felt ill to his stomach. He didn't need to spew chunks in front of the Pharaoh's brat and embarrass himself. His head was throbbing very painfully. He breathed heavily, chest straining with the exertion, brow dripping with sweat. He daren't open his eyes. There were quite enough swirling colors in his head that were disorienting and nauseating him further. There was even a bloody trickle near his eyeline—the "point of impact" for the curse. To the unsuspecting person, it was perfectly read as a concussion.
"Joey, he has a concussion, he needs help," Yugi said.
"So? I can tell that's the evil Yami-dude. Why should we help him?"
"Joey, how could you say that when you know he's tried not to murder anyone and he's kept his temper?"
"Aw, fine," Joey muttered. He didn't think he'd ever trust Yami Bakura. "What should we do, Yuge?"
"Keep him horizontal, I think. We're gonna try to move you, Yami Bakura."
Joey lifted Yami Bakura's upper body by picking him up near the neck, causing the injured one to shriek (A.N. Even Yami Bakura can't take that much pain...I don't think...besides, I think it's dulled out any other time, and it's not this time. Just run w/ it.). Quickly, Joey adjusted his grip to the shoulders. They walked like this all the way to Ryou's house, and with a search of his pockets, found the apartment key. Yugi opened the door with difficulty and they lugged Yami Bakura in.
"Just set him down on the couch, Joey. No, don't sit him!"
The upward motion made Yami Bakura's head spin horribly, which was too much of a sensory overload for him at the moment. He groaned thickly and became violently sick.
"Blortch!"
His eyes watered as his body was wracked with spasms.
"Oh, evil guy, I'm sorry!" Joey cried. Yugi groaned in distaste, then gasped as Ryou materialized transparently in the way that the yamis always did. The light-haired hikari rubbed his yami's back, regretting that he'd selfishly relinquished control to his dark side.
"I'm sorry...it's okay..." he crooned. "Just let it go, don't fight..."
He'd learned that from all the times he'd experienced pain and he'd had a concussion before, so he knew what it was like.
Eventually, the thief's vomiting came to a stop and he collapsed backwards, panting.
"My head hurts," he murmured. "And my stomach feels like a twisted up bulge..."
"It still feels bad?" Ryou said in alarm. "But you should feel a little better..."
"What part of 'Sickness Curse' don't you get...?"
Yami Bakura clutched his aching stomach.
"Do you want me to take over Yami?"
"No, I should be able to grow accustomed to the pain and handle it."
"Well, if you need me..."
"...to throw up, I'll switch," the yami finished.
"Here's the garbage can, Yami Bakura," Yugi said, handing it over. No sooner had Yugi put it near him that Yami Bakura began to retch again. Ryou scoured the house for medicines, but no matter what they gave him, Yami Bakura puked it for all he was worth. After he began developing mild stomach spasms because he had nothing to throw up, the others told him to drink water so that he'd have something to throw up and not damage Ryou's and his stomach.
"I...h-hate...this...it makes me weak..." he gasped.
"Try to rest," Yugi suggested.
"N-not if G-Gan-linmort wants me de-dead..."
AT that moment, there was a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it!" Joey yelled from the kitchen.
A pause...
"It's Yami Malik!"
"Let him in," Ryou called. "Some company for yami is better than none."
Yami Bakura groaned. He knew Yami Malik would kill him if he could. He was the only pure evil yami. But if the pharaoh was here, he wouldn't try anything, right...?
Yami Malik strode in imperiously, twisting his forelock impudently between his fingers.
"The other is in the bathroom. Hello, Bakura," he said, turning to the tomb robber. "Are you not feeling well?"
"None of your damn business!" he yelled in annoyance. Then his head throbbed, his stomach gave a jolt, and he retched in the garbage can once more before finally falling unconscious."
"Hmm," the other yami said. "I think it would be in his best interests to wake up."

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That's the end of chapter 2. R&R please!!!!