Hello. I'm baaahaack...that means I get to add another chapter to this fic. Thanks to all the people who reviewed. I really have no idea whatsoever as to where this idea came from...but I added a few more characters. This should make things even more interesting...

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Ishtar Residence

Marik Ishtar walked into his kitchen, still weak from laughter. The werewolf had released control over Yami Marik' mind, and so Yami Marik had stood there confused for a moment, before going on a mad rampage. He had chased a five year old, who had escaped his mother, into the White Haired Demon's yard. The Demon had come out to see who was screaming as if they were being strangled by a psychopath, and had seen his greatest rival in a pink dress. This caused him to laugh uproariously, thereby enraging Yami Marik even more. He had thrown himself at the White-Haired Demon with a roar. A werewolf and a girl holding a clarinet, along with Marik, had stood by and watched as the two rolled by in a dust cloud.

The neighbors were attracted by the spectacle, and set up a makeshift coliseum to view the fight. The werewolf, whose name happened to be Daisaigai Okamiotoko, and the girl holding the clarinet, whose name happened to be Fast-Talking Johnny, had sold tickets to the gathering crowd. Bets were placed, and food bought. Police had heard the crowds shouts of "RIP HIS SPIKY HAIR OUT AND STAB HIM WITH IT!!!!!!" and "BLIND HIM WITH THAT LIGHTBULB ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!" and the psycho's and the Demon's screams of rage and pain, and had come to make some arrests, since overloads of coffee will do that to people. However, Daisaigai had used the "borrowed" Millennium Rod to control the cop's minds long enough so that they would sit down. Upon the release of their minds, the cops had began to get up, but the police chief, whose name happened to be Pharaoh Atem, told them to stop and watch, place some bets, "confasticate" some food, and then make all the arrests.

Ryou, the one who enforced the White-Haired Demon's death toll, had heard all the commotion, and realized what would happen if either one of them won the fight.

"Draculita," he had called softly, swishing around a can of catfish blood to attract the killer kitten.

"Rrar!" Draculita squeaked. She did not roar or screech, something that greatly disappointed the White-Haired Demon.

"Get the fishy," Ryou had said quietly, throwing the can of catfish fluids into the midst of the two maniacs. Draculita squeaked again and lunged after the canister.

At first, the two psychos did not notice the fiendish feline in their midst. They were too concerned with their own lives that were on the line. Eventually, they both realized that the continuous scratches were not coming from each other's nails cut carefully into claws.

A tiny, black, furry, spitting mass had attached itself to the psycho's head, possibly because he was using the can of catfish blood to repeatedly pelt the Demon with.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the psycho had screeched, running in circles until he realized he was no further along in getting rid of the fur ball than Daisaigai was in forming an angry mob and attacking the 4Kids offices with pitchforks and lit torches. He ran into the stands, causing the crowd, the police, and the mad authoresses to scream in unison and flee. The Demon had picked up the can of blood and called his kitten with it. Almost immediately, Draculita had detached herself from Yami no Marik's head, and had run to her master. Bakura opened the can, and poured some blood on the ground. Draculita had licked up the tasty treat up enthusiastically, while purring joyfully.

The police had gotten back into their cars, for fear of being eaten. The neighbors had fled to their dwellings for the same reason.

Yami Marik had stumbled back into the house, limping due to severe injuries. He staggered back to his room to get out of that Ra-forsaken dress and find some bandages.

Daisaigai and Johnny had stood watching all of this, Daisaigai grinning at the mass chaos she had caused. She carefully cut out a door to her dimension: Real World. It could be a pain living there sometimes, but for the most part, kept her amused. Johnny and her exited before saying one final phrase:

"All in the mind of a psychopathic authoress..."

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Quick chapter for you people. Don't know if it was funny or not, it just popped into my head. Heh, like I said, ideas come and go. I have great expectations for this story, and will update whenever possible.

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