A/N: Wow. Um, hi again. Remember me? Yeah, TptsK is back. As am I. While this chapter is short (I wrote it ages ago), please bear in mind that I haven't even been on this site for God-knows-how-long, and it's really weird settling in again. I mean, dayumn, the last time I updated anything was on the twenty-first of November! And it's been over a year since I last touched this!

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There was a long wait.

It was not a short wait, nor was it a medium wait.

It was long.

And not in the long of actual length, but long in time.

Thus, it could not be a 'weight', either-

"GET ON WITH IT!" Weevil and Jim yelled from the swamp.

"Yes, GET ON WITH IT!" The readers yelled.

"YES, GET ON WITH IT!" The hoard of people from later in the fic yelled.

So, they killed the narrator (NC: 15/30), and continued on in their valiant quest.

Their valiant quest... of waiting for a damned car to show up.

"I will kill whoever came up with this idea." Yami groaned, leaning on a strategically placed tree.

"Uh... since it's best I don't say it was the narrator's, it was Joey's."

Yami nodded. "Thank you, Mokuba."

He then pulled out his pistol, aiming at Joey.

"DEATH! YES!" Malik screeched OOCly, "I'll give you money if his eyes fall out!"

There was a long silence. Not unlike the long wait of before.

Yami then, noticing he had Malik's support, immediately regained his sanity. You can't blame him, really.

Anyway, a lot more time passed.

And then, a car appeared on the horizon. As it drew closer, they saw it was really a limosuine.

"Five bucks it's going to stop in front of us, and someone relevant to the plot'll be inside." Bakura said, leaning against a tree.

Malik peered at it. "Just because it's a limo, doesn't mean that it'll stop for us. You're on."

They patiently waited, as the limo drew to a stop, right in front of them.

"... Holy crap." Malik said with wide eyes, "How did you DO that?"

"Gamer's logic." Bakura grinned, receiving the five dollars.

The door opened, and a feminine form sat across from them, in the darkness. "Hello boys," she said, "Care for a ride?"

"H-how did you know we were boys?" Joey asked fearfully, gaining groans from his companions.

"Just get in. You can't defeat Saseko alone. I can help you."

When everyone else moved to get in, Mokuba stopped. "For all we know, you could be a crazy murderer, and we'll never be seen again, and my brother's soul will be trapped for eternity."

Yami sighed. "Mokuba, this is a kids show. Of COURSE we can trust this person."

"Righty-ho."

In the limo (which, of course, had seats facing each other), they found out the identity of the strange woman.

"I am Kaijinchi." She said simply, twirling a card between her fingers, "I am one of the Spirits."

"The what?" Yami asked, trying to see what card it was.

"The Spirits are not actually spirits, more like... representations of cards." Kaijinchi smiled at Yami. "Can you tell who I am?"

Mokuba decided to keep his mouth shut, and not question why she called herself a spirit if she wasn't actually one in the first place.

He stared at her, recognising something, but not knowing what. Then he understood it... golden rings around all her fingers, and beautiful jewelry around her neck. "Malevolent Nuzzler!" He gasped in surprise.

She nodded, holding the said card out. "Yes. One of the many cards in the Great One's deck."

Bakura sighed. "I'm guessing that since you capitalized 'Great One', whoever it is will be a plot point of sorts."

Kaijinchi sighed. "Is he always like this?"

"Yes." The others sighed in unison.

"Anyway," She said, "I have a story to tell you."

"Can't we just have a flashback?" Joey asked, about to fall asleep.

"No. It can only be told by someone wise, like me. So shut up and listen."

"Yes ma'am."

Kaijinchi turned, looking out the window. "There were many of us. One for every card. The rarer a card was, the more important their representation was to the Great One. Withersin was once of great importance. But she lost her card. She now intends for all of us to lose our cards, so we become like her."

Yami raised an eyebrow. "So... you'd all become annoyingly perfect?"

A nod. "Yes. Something must be done, to contain her, and free Saseko, who was an innocent girl before being enslaved."

"Excuse me," Mokuba butted in, "But isn't this story supposed to be about, oh, I don't know, FREEING MY BROTHER'S SOUL FROM THIS CRAZY BITCH'S HANDS?!"

"Don't worry, Mokuba. We'll get your brother. Hopefully tomorrow, at the marriage ceremony."

"Uh... excuse me," Malik interrupted, "But wouldn't she be expecting that?"

"Exactly. But if she knew that you knew that she knew you were going to come, she would know that you wouldn't be stupid enough to arrive." Kaijinchi said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which, when you think about it, it was.

"But..." Yami thought for a moment. "Suppose she didn't know that we knew that she knew that we knew that she knew we were going to be there."

"Hm... you're right."

Joey blinked. "You understood that?"

"Not a word." Yami shrugged.

There was a brief silence.

"Uh, Yugi..."

"Yes, Mokuba?"

"Where's the Millennium TV?"

"Oh, shit."

-Meanwhile, at McDonalds-

"Uh, Mr. McElfton?" A young, acne-faced night worker called Mack asked, his voice cracking with late puberty.

"Yes?"

"There's a... a golden TV here. In a stroller."

A silence. "Could you... could you say that again?"

"There is a golden TV. In a stroller. With a blanket draped over it."

Elfy (Mr. McElfton's first name) walked out of the kitchen, to see the... interesting sight. He, like Mack, was surprised. "... Why is there a golden television, in a stroller, in my restaurant?"

"I was hoping you could tell me, sir..."

Elfy crouched down, to get a better look. "I bet it'd be worth something on Ebay."

-Back in the limo-

Yami blinked. "That's not the kind of thing we're meant to see."

"Then pretend you didn't see it." Kaijinchi shrugged, going back to reading the Teen Hit magazine she'd picked up during the scene change.

"Isn't that line from-" Mokuba began, when he was promptly shushed.

"We can't have the readers figuring out the theme of this chapter yet, now can we?" Bakura sighed, shaking his head. "I mean, really. Kids these days talk too damn much."

-At KaibaCorp-

"Uh, Saseko?" Brenda asked, nervously fidgeting with his hair.

"Yes?" The resident mistress of evil, corruption, hatred, despair, unrighteousness and frilly dresses asked irritably, looking up from the weekly crossword puzzle.

"My friend... he has an idea for the dungeon."

Now Saseko was interested. "Really?"

"Really. And he can build it for us, too."

"Really?"

Brenda sighed. "Really."

"... I see. Is that all?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, then. I suggest you should piss off now."

-The limo-

"Where exactly are we going, Miss Kaijinchi, sir?" Joey suddenly asked, jolting them all from a peaceful state of mind-numbing silence.

She held out a map (don't ask me where she got it from, use your own damn imagination) of the city. "I'll be dropping you off at Mayfair."

The words got Mokuba's attention. "What are we talking about and what does it have to do with Monopoly?"

"I meant the new grand hotel plaza."

"Oh!" The boy nodded.

"But... that's in the Really Amazingly Extravagantly Fuckingly Unbelievably Mindbendingly Rich part of the city," Malik objected. "There's no way on earth we'd be able to afford to even stay a second in there."

"Yes, but..." Kaijinchi trailed off, looking out the window.

"But what?" Mokuba looked a bit peeved. "Are you hiding an Important Plot Point from us?"

"Hm. Maybe."

"That's not a good thing, you know."

"I didn't say I was, did I?"

"You said maybe. That always means yes, in Woman-talk."

Yami wondered when Mokuba became a scholar of Woman-talk. He then noticed that the narrator was reading his thoughts again, and killed it (NC: 16/30).

Kaijinchi smiled softly. "We're almost there..."

"Convienient that we get there right when you've finished giving us information."

Malik sighed. "Shut up, Bakura."