Chapter 6 Not The Dead, Not the Ghosts AN: I changed my name, and I was on vacation for a month with no internet access, or this would have been up a lot sooner. And, Youkie, I changed this a ton so I had to retype it.

Yami shoved Bakura off the bed, finally getting revenge for something. He glared at the Pharaoh and Marik when he guffawed loudly.
"You know, this hasn't been a very good week," the Tombrobber sighed, "Ryou got beat up and his dad was caught in a volcanic eruption."
Yami winced and added, "I found out the hard way that Yugi's tried to commit suicide umm.. twenty six times."
"Oh. That's sad. I had another of my-er- fits, y'know. We worked it out, though," the Tombkeeper replied.
"Has anything good happened?" Bakura asked slowly.
"We made amends with our hikari!" Marik and Yami said instantaneously. Bakura blinked and said, "It's something, I guess."
"Yep."
"Please stop talking at the same time," he said agitatedly.
"I've been thinking-" Yami started.
"Really?" Marik interrupted. "-What would happen if the hikaris were to become 'darker' that us? Would the positions shift? Or stay the same and just be oxymorons? Am I ranting?" he finished.
"I'm not sure," Bakura said.
"Neither am I," Marik added.
"I asked so obviously I don't know," Yami said, "If we could find Shaadi, we could ask him, I guess. But he's never there when you need him and you can't question him when he is."
"But would he have answers for us?" Bakura quiered.
"A long time ago, we would never be caught dead in each other's company. I guess that's what happens when you die," Marik said, "Well now that we are dead, no one can kill us, not the dead, not the ghosts."