Rath- Here's the new chapter.

Set- Rath is letting me write it, isn't that sweet?

Rath- I'm sure he will do fine job.

Set- Why, thank you, Rath! I'm taken back by your compliment!
Rath- Well, well, doesn't someone feel loved.

Set- Enjoy. See, I spelled it right!

Rath- Wonderful.

Set- Now, watch this!

- We don't own Yu-gi-oh-

Rath- Fascinating! Thrilling! Amazing, simply amazing!

Set- Thank you, thank you! bows

" Give us the usual, Steve." Chris ordered, handing in the menu and then turning to face Serge and Ken. Max had to leave because he apparently had a trumpet recital today that he was performing in that he had completely forgotten about. The poor boy did hate to play musical instruments, and he made that quite clear as he quit piano. Actually, despite his normal disposition, he had managed to speak to his parents in a very lawyer like tone, that was both proffesional and stern, but still held the trace that he had respect for what ever decision his parents made. So after piano, it was trumpet. Serge and Xan had actually attended one of his performances, with him playing along to Mary Poppin. He did get off course in the middle of the song, but he still did fairly well, but not without a few snickers.

Ken sat being in a rather miserable mood, his face on his hand. He was covering his left eye with an ice pack. A large ice pack… He grumbled every time his eyes shifted to look at something or someone, usually to glare at them. He had indeed been punished for waking his sister and Ryou. A large black very unattractive eye to be exact… Serge found it very funny as soon as Ken had walked through the restaurant doors. He blamed the both of them, Chris and Serge for his misfortune, knowing that the mistake could have easily been avoided. And he strongly regretted it.

Serge would still snicker behind his hand when ever Ken looked at them with his one good eye, and that would be why he was sitting near the opening of the booth, Chris by his side, across from Ken just in case his laughing went too far. And several times it did. But that didn't seem to stop Serge from laughing. Not that anything would. He seemed to find many things amusing, often laughing at seemingly nothing. Chris would sometimes help when Serge started to burst out in complete humor, sometimes placing a hand over his mouth or holding back Ken from mutilating him. But after about the fifth time of violent outbreaks he gave up and just watched, laughing himself as they made a wreck of the restaurant, running across tables and the counter.

The food came with in fifteen minutes and they began their regular conversation of how each one would conquer the world and such. Today, the conversation was just as random. It was always interesting for the waiters to watch them in their meals. Serge ate his fries with a fork and a napkin on his lap, the fault of his mother making him and his twin sister attend three or four etiquette classes. He had lost count. Ken ate chewing slowly then whenever he talked he would be extremely loud, stop abruptly, bite, chew slowly, talk loudly again and the pattern continued. Chris just hounded down all the food he had. Not that you ever saw it happen though. He would get a large cheeseburger with a large fries, two of each. You'd look away for one moment then realize all the food was gone. Not a crumb left. It was as if he had inhaled his food.

And the pickles. They always proved to be interesting. Serge detested the "vile things" in his own words, so he would often give them up to his friends. One for each hungry teen… It was usually a peaceful ritual, usually that was… One day, in particular, Friday the thirteenth. The waiters and restaurant were in perpetual fear that the three would come for lunch. And lo, they did. All of them were quaking in their polished boots and dirty sneakers as they served the boy's food and went about the regular. But, one mistake was made. There was only one slice of pickle on Serge's plate, by sure accident. Amazing how much food means to teenage boys. Utter chaos ensued as Chris and Ken fought over which one of them could be blessed with the pickle. The restaurant couldn't be opened again for a week and in the end, a dog ate the pickle. A mere Chihuahua went up and took the pickle slice right out of their fumbling hands. That Chihuahua was last seen as Ken chased the thing for about a mile meaning to show it who exactly was boss. Ken never really did have a taste for dogs, let alone small, toy dogs.

But the waiters couldn't help but like them as they usually were good entertainment, had a rare and odd charm to them and usually left a good tip, sometimes five dollars worth in pennies. But they usually took all the sugar packets at that… Including from other tables too, whether or not there were customers there may no difference. But there were little complaints, thankfully.

The bell chimed as the door opened and in came two girls. The shorter, blond one looked around the restaurant until her eyes settled on the booth where the boys sat. She let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to them and placed a hand on the table.

" Well, we thank you for waiting for us! I mean, you only invited us here!" Sara snapped at them, standing at the head of the table and watching as they continued to eat and not paying too much attention to them at all. Her stern green eyes glared with no avail.

" Shove over so we can sit too! There's enough room for at least five more people!" Valerie hissed, her hands on her hips and glaring at them. Chris, Ken and Serge instead put their legs in the free space of the booth, still eating their food. Valerie cuffed Serge upside the head while Sara cuffed Ken's head. Then they both leaned over to whack Chris. 

" MOVE." The shouted. Nothing happened. Chris, Ken and Serge continued to eat.

" Fine then." Valerie snapped as she and Sara walked away. Immediately the boys started to laugh all together and moved over so that the girls could sit.

The door chimed again, and in walked a person they all knew very well.

" Dammit, duck!" Chris yelled, ducking himself along with Ken and Serge. They pulled Sara and Valerie under the table with them. They watched from under the table as the jean clad legs and blue sneakers paused for a moment then continued to walk.

" What the fuck is he doing around here?" Ken said turning to face his friends. There was a burst of giggles, as he seemed to have left his ice pack on the table.

" Shut up." He frowned. Their heads popped out from under the tablecloth to look at the boy as he walked to the telephone at the back of the room.

He took out a calling card than began to dial furiously and waited. They all walked closer and closer. The boy looked up. Ken, Chris and Valerie hid behind the wall as Sara and Serge ducked behind a large fern. They stood deathly still, barely breathing even.

" Is Marik there? Alright." He said, then silence again.

" Hello, Marik, guess who." He laughed into the phone.

Marik sat in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, and talking to his friend.
 " Oh, I think I know who, Bakura. How's it been?" He smiled, glad to finally here from him.

" Alright, but the kids here are very odd. Did you hear about my airline fun?" He said, getting right to business.

" I did, now the Americans are freaking out that the Japanese are planning something against them because of you! Hilarious! Isis of course is furious and hell, you should have seen Yami Yuugi." They heard the rough voice say on the other end of the line. Ken and Serge smiled at each other while Bakura and Marik's laugh resounded in the small hallway.

" What fun, hey I need you to do me a favor-" He stopped talking suddenly. He looked around, the phone a few inches away from his ear, eyes never seeming to settle on their hiding places.

" Hold on, one second now, Marik." He said as he stopped looking around.

" Yeah, yeah."  Marik's voice said, not happy with the sudden dismissal. He put the phone down and walked to the end of the hallway, which was also the entrance to the hallway. He paused and then suddenly his hand lashed out and pulled the fern away, knocking it on its side. Dirt spilled everywhere as the plant came out of the pot and leaves fluttered in the air, falling with out a sound to the ground. The manager came to yell, but then whimpered and ran back behind the counter. The teens looked at his angry face and discovered why. Bakura was glaring at him, irritated with the current situation. And that glare was enough. He then dragged Sara and Serge by the back of their shirts to where the others where hiding. He threw them with unbelievable strength into the pack of crouched teenagers, knocking all of them off their feet, still they were just a heap of tangled limbs.

" Out. Now." He hissed, a hand on his hip and eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

" Why should we?" Sara growled, pulling herself free from the mess. He frowned at the answer. The teenagers glared at him, while he also returned the expression. They stayed like that for a mere intense second until something strange happened. Bakura had the oddest look in his eyes, one that just screamed "insane lunatic idea." He smirked arrogantly and answered very sweetly back, much appearing like Ryou with a snake like twist.

" Alright, stay there. It makes no difference to me." He turned around, waving his hand at them. He then picked the phone back up. He paused a moment before he began to talk. But it was not English. He was speaking an entirely other language. It was very sharp and short and it didn't sound like any Asian or European language that they knew. Not French, Latin, German, Vietnamese, Chinese, Russian, Japanese or anything that they knew. They got out of the web of bodies and sat, looking at him.

" Oh, how clever…" Chris said, discouraged and glaring. 

They all sat, staring. Everyone listened carefully as he spoke, smiling, still staring at them. He knew that they wouldn't understand and he seemed very proud with that too. Ten minutes passed or so, with the smile never leaving his face. They grew tired of deciphering it, and finally gave up, one by one going back to the table. Except for Serge who sat there, alone, eyebrows bent in concentration, still trying to listen to the conversation. But even he still looked baffled. After a few laughs, Bakura hung up and walked away, winking at them before he left. The bell announced his leave. Serge came back to the table soon after and sat in his original seat, going back to his food.

" I caught none of that." Valerie said, while signaling for a waiter to come so that she and Sara could order their food.

"That was damned low." Ken said, collecting his ice pack again and munching on a frie. Everyone agreed with them, except for one. Sara noted this and looked him in the eye, the pixeled brown from his colored contacts not able to hide the happy expression that danced in them.

" What are you calculating about, Serge? You know you couldn't understand too." She assumed, now thinking he was lost in delirium. He stopped chewing on his hamburger long enough to murmur something through his mouth full of food, too content with himself to care about how neat or polite he was at the moment.

" You know, I'm a pretty good liar, so looking completely confused was no big." He said. The rest waited for a better explanation.

" What do you know, Serge?" Chris asked, his excitement growing with perhaps knowing about the mysterious conversation between Bakura and Marik.

" Let's just say that I'm glad I didn't forget that language I picked up a few years back." He grinned, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

And the conversation that came was no calm event.

Rath- Well, well, Set, that was interesting. Chihuahua and a pickle slice. Something I never expected to hear in the same sentence, but alright.

Set- I know. I forgot what I was gonna do, so I came up with something from the top of my head.

Rath- Well, then, looks like we've got a new situation on our hands, courtesy of Set. But, I'm sure it'll be a nice surprise and twist in chapters to come. Good job, Set. Hope you enjoyed, ja ne.

Set- Thanks, light. Later.