Shayken Destiny: Yes, I still exist . . . I may have dropped off the face of the internet for about a month, but I have returned with Chapter 2!!!!!!! So here it is!

Important Note: As FF.net no longer lets me use asteriks, underscores, and accents, I have been forced to make a few changes in the way I write this story. From now on, -....- will symbolize sounds. Also, some of the faces may look a bit odd, because I've had to modify them with a hyphen or a period. And I can't make the happy face at all anymore. That's all for now. Enjoy the fic!

Ryou: -ahem- Shayken Destiny does not own Yu-gi-oh!, or much of anything else.

Chapter 2: Preparing the Equipment

Marik: Okay, let's get started. Pharaoh, take this coin and go get us some golf balls. We're going to practice on the range a little before we go out. Bakura and Y. Marik, you guys carry these golf bags over there. Yugi, Ryou, and I are going to park the car. Don't do anything stupid, okay?

All: Okay! (each goes off to do what they were told)

Yami walked slowly down the path towards the ball machine. He stopped about a foot from it and glared at it warily, as though expecting it to attack. When it didn't move, he proceeded to cautiously walk up to it. Muttering darkly about "crazy tek-nolo-ji," he inserted the coin and pressed the button. A second later, golf balls came pouring out of the machine at lightning speed.

Yami: (jumps back) AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! It's alive!!!!!!!! It's possessed!!!!!! It's coming to get me!!!!!!!! (begins running in circles) I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!! I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!! PLEASE, DON'T EAT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! (slips on balls and falls) X-X

Meanwhile . . .

Bakura: Okay, the bags are all here, and our hikaris aren't back yet. What should we do?

Y. Marik: Ooh, ooh, I know!!!!!! We should PRACTICE!!!!!

Bakura: But we don't even know how to play golf!!!

Y. Marik: It can't be THAT hard to figure out! Besides, I heard Marik call the stick thingies in the bags "clubs . . . ."

Bakura: Oh, well, that's easy then! WE know how to use clubs . . . .

Fifteen minutes later, Ryou, Marik, and Yugi came back from parking the car. They walked to the driving range to check on the two yamis. When they got there, they beheld an interesting sight: Bakura and Y. Marik were holding bent clubs and standing on broken ones that littered the torn-up sod.

Yugi: O.O

Ryou and Marik: O-O

Marik: MY CLUBS!!!!!!!

Ryou: BAKURA! WHAT DID YOU DO???!!!! (steps around mangled golf bag holder)

Marik: (kneeling next to ripped golf bags) MY BAG!!!!!

Bakura: Y. Marik said they were clubs!!! We did exactly what you're supposed to do with clubs: hit each other in battle!

Ryou: O-O Bakas! It's a different kind of club!!!! The only thing you're supposed to hit is the GOLF BALL!!!!!!!!!

Y. Marik: Oops.

Marik: MY SANITY!!!!!!!!!!!! (stands up)

Ryou: -sigh- I guess we'll have to purchase new equipment in the pro shop.

Yugi: Don't you think Yami should be back by now?

Bakura: (with a hopeful gleam in his eye) Maybe he got lost?

Ryou: Bakura, that's not nice!

Y. Marik: Alright, alright, we'll go find him.

Marik: And don't do anything stupid!

Y. Marik and Bakura walked down the path that led to the ball machine. Along the way, they speculated on what was keeping Yami so long.

Y. Marik: He's probably cowering in fear from some piece of new technology . . . he never did get used to it . . .

Bakura: Remember the microwave incident? -snicker-

Y. Marik: (evil grin) How could I forget?

--------Flashback--------

Yugi: Yami! I'm running late for school! Could you heat up some oatmeal in the microwave?

Yami: Sure! The microwave is the little white box thingy, right?

Yugi: Yes!

Yami: Hmmm, now let's see . . . ah ha! Here's the right button! (presses it)

Microwave: -beep-

Yami: AAAHH!! IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!! (runs away and cowers behind table.)

Microwave:- . . . . -

Yami: (slowly approaches again)

Microwave: - . . . . . -

Yami: -touch-

Microwave: -BEEP!-

Yami: -screams- -faints-

Yugi: - . -!

--------End Flashback--------

Bakura: HAHAHAHA!!!! I wonder what the baka pharaoh is doing now . . . .

So, what did you think? Like? Hate? Confused? Good. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! I hope you'll all follow their example and review too!