To SukiLovesAnime14: bows franticly for not reading fics like you asked Gomen-nasi!! I'm so sorry for not reading your stories like you requested, I just really don't have the time due to the fact that I have diddly on internet connection and phone line, plus the money to get and keep both. So I can only get on the internet at my dad's and the library. Dad's is slow as hell and the library kicks you off precisely at two hours, and I have to check all my freakin' email, and that's a hell of a lot of email cause I check it every weekend on Sunday...if I'm lucky. So, I'll get to it when I can, and sorry if it seems like I don't care, BUT I DO!!!!

Duelist of the RosesACT VIII

"YOU ARE SUCH A DUMB ASS!"

Kassie ducked to the side of the tent for cover as something white and shinny red came flying out of it, landing with an 'Oompht!' sound. She knelt down close to it, minding to keep the hell away form the line of fire. "Just so you know, Kat and Shard are going to kill you."

Bakura sat up suddenly, rubbing the back of his head and looking to one of the three causes of his problems. "What the fuck is wrong with the three of you?"

Kassie held out her hand to Bakura, "Well, Kat will probably stalk you till you're dead now, Shardy will glomp the tar out of the first hot guy she sees, and I'll probably be hiding in a corner."

He looked up dumbly at her for a moment, wondering if she was serious, then he smacked her hand away and stood on his own. "Why are you so cheerful?"

Her expression became unreadable for a fraction of a second, and then she smiled, "Why wouldn't I be?"

She's lying, Bakura's mind told him, but what could he do about it? He turned away from her, trying not to show the pain he felt from being tossed out so rudely. "Go to bed, we'll be leaving early in the morning and breakfast goes fast around here."

A soft mew flowed gently to his ears, "Thank you."

He stopped, "For what?"

"For telling me that."

He felt the need to turn around and look at her, but pride would only allow a small turn of the head before he began walking off again, "Whatever."

The sun cat stood outside the tent a few more minutes before stretching and going in. She was instally greeted by two prying minds.

"Well, how did it go?" Shardai questioned like a hyper puppy.

"How'd what go?"

"You know," Kat purred with a slow gesture of her hand, "and I think he likes you."

Kassie turned her head, blushing heavily, "No, he doesn't! Why would he like me?"

Shardai rolled back and forth on her bed, "Cause you're purdy!"

"I'll pretend that you didn't say that."

"C'mon, Kass, I thought you liked the white haired beshies!" Kat pushed the sun cat down onto Shardai's bed. Shardai roll behind the older teen, sitting up Indian style and nearly ripping the scrunchie out of Kassie's long hair which flowed over the edge of the bed and swept the ground lightly. Kat picked up the ends of the girl's hair and held them in her lap as she sat down on the ground, preventing Kassie luscious hair from becoming dirty. "I do, but no one likes me, especially like that."

"I like you!" Shardai glomped her friend and then combed her fingers through the sun cats thick, brown hair, totally ignoring the wrongness of the statement.

"No, no, Shardy, you need a hairbrush. You can ruin hair quality by doing that."

"I thought I came in here to sleep, not to get my hair done by wannabe stylists."

"Kaaaaat," Shardai whined, "I don't think I have my hairbrush with meeeee!" Shardai poked through an assortment of objects in her purse before she finally gave up and picked through the various objects left in their tent. Smiling, she held up her prize triumptly. "Here we are!"

"Hell, no."

"It's the only way to get the tats out of your hair."

"Shard, that is a horse brush," Kassie reasoned.

"So?" Kat and Shardai said in unison and Shardai began running the comb through Kassie's hair as Kat giggled and held Kassie down on the bed.

"Do I look like a bloody horse?"

"Do I look like a bloody horse?"

Kassie's words could be heard ten large tents way, the giggling and chiding of the other two girls even louder.

Bakura sat side-saddle on a large rock, looking at the girls' tent. "I don't care much for women myself," a deep, cold voice said behind him, "Especially the young ones like those three. Too loud and playful." Bakura couldn't see it, but he knew that his older brother was smiling, "Of course, one could always put that playfulness to other good uses..."

"And supposing that they're not interested, Marik, what then?"

"The red head; she seems like an easy target, I can live if I just have to settle with her."

"Ah, but then you'd have to put up with the loudmouth and the bitch; they're not as dim witted at the bimbo."

"The only one I see that I'll have to worry about is the black haired girl, the other one doesn't want to fight it seems...and she's off limits."

Bakura's eye's went wide and he twisted his body around to look at Marik, the shinning glint of his purple armor from the far away fire light hurting his eyes. "Since when was a woman off limits to you, brother?"

The younger boy bent down to be level with his brother's face, "Since my little brother wanted her."

"WHAT?"

"I've been paying attention, bro', she obviously liked you when she saw you, and you haven't been able to keep away from her since!"

"NO!"

"YES! Taking her dinner, playing jokes on her, and you even apologized to her!"

"I didn't apologize!"

Marik stood up straight, a hand going to his hip and the other to his chest in a gayish fashion, "Really, Brother, you're starting to loose your touch."

Bakura lost his own playful defense, becoming thoroughly serious, "Don't go there Marik, I won't hear anything of it from you."

Marik strolled around the rock, "Her parents are still pissed. You do understand that she was a former Lancaster, right, Brother?" Marik came back to the 'front' of the rock, his hands folded together behind him, and he bent down to Bakura at his hips, "And she was married...Married!"

"You think I didn't know that?" Bakura growled harshly, making sure that despite his rising anger, he would not yell at his older brother.

"You act as if you didn't."

"Just go to bed, it's behind me now. So, shut up!" Bakura turned from his brother, sitting Indian style on his rock and crossing his arms across his chest.

Rosenkreuz sat within his tent, not wanting sleep and looking at his own dueling cards. The Rose Duelist is one of those three girls...Why God? Why not some sensible men and not three women?

His pondering over took him and he did not hear, but, after a moment, felt the presents of the person who had entered the tent. "I did not know you where here, Ishizu."

"I heard of the Rose Duelist, and I came to see for myself. Where is he?"

Seto chuckled, as if it were a mildly funny joke. "He?" then he began to laugh heartily.

Ishizu's anger grew slightly, "How dare you mock me?"

Seto stood, an uncharacteristic soft smile on his face and he walked to stand in front of the tanner woman. He quickly grasped her jaw, forcing her into a searing kiss, then broke it. "No, my love, I do not mock you, but, I believe that God mocks me."

She nuzzled into Seto's armored chest, arms snaking around his waist, "Why? What has gone wrong?"

"Well, the Duelist himself. Rather than one, Old Simon summoned three."

Ishizu stepped back, blue eyes widening, "Three?"

"It gets better. Three girls."

Kassie laid in her own bed, looking up at the ceiling of the tent, her hair now braided and held at the end with her scrunchie. I wonder if I did the right thing. She closed her eyes and sighed, There I go doubting again. I just got to let it go, I can't change my mind now. She opened her eyes and after a moment, she turned over. She looked to Shardai and then to Kat, both girls sleeping soundly if Shardai not silently. "Good night ya'll, hope you wake up well."