Mark: We'll I'm back here with another chapter for you. WARNING this chapter will contain some drama, and blood and blah blah blah. It'll still be good just saying, I should probably raise the rating on this. Also for those of you who read this the first time it was posted up, a lot has changed in this chapter, for the better.

Jon: And my taco wants you back!

Disclaimer: Ya, you know Mark doesn't own any of this right?

CHATER 6!

Part I Saving Private 'Kura!

Twelve people ranging in all heights dressed in trench coats and fedoras crept along the sidewalks of Domino. Walking quickly in the rain they found their objective in an old beaten down apartment building. They walked inside.

Vannesa wasn't usually one to complain. Her life was pretty good. She was a high school student and had popularity and money. She wasn't one to be surprised either, for that was uncool. But when twelve people looking like they just jumped out of a Tom Clancy novel appeared through the doorway, she was slightly freaked out. The leader, shorter than most walked up and spoke in a deep voice, "Geese fly in flocks."

"What the hell are you talking about."

A tall one, apparently a women by the sound of her voice said, "Um, Yam-"

"TEAM LEADER!" the short one retorted quickly.

"Ok, um, Team Leader, I don't think she knows about the Rain in Moscow."

"But how do we know that Miss 8? She could be a cow gone astray."

All twelve looked at Vannesa again.

"Um, ya I'm not dinkin so much Team Leada." A middle height one said.

"Oh ok, do you have an apartment inhabited by a Mr. Vanilla?"

Vannesa checked the computer, "Um yes we do."

A few minutes later in front of apartment 3825 the twelve stood, the leader knocked on the door, a reply soon came, "Yes?"

"Geese fly in flocks."

"But are the brownies in the oven?"

"The aroma has captivated the King."

"The King got the high score, how about them Yankees?"

"The Grand Slam hit Rome and cause the cheese to fall onto the Kings lap."

"Very well."

The door opened and our twelve stepped inside to see a whole group of men and women in army uniforms watching a stage with a gigantic Nazi flag in the background. Marching around on stage and giving a speech was none other than Mokuba Kaiba. He turned when the twelve entered.

"Ah, the Geese Flock has landed! Are the brownies in the oven?"

The leader took off his fedora to reveal spikey tri-colored hair and purple eyes, "The aroma has captivated the King." Yami replied.

The rest took off their disguises to reveal Yuugi, Katsuya, Honda, Anzu, Shizaku, Otogi, Marik, Malik, Isis, Ryou, and Ted Nugent.

Everyone looked at the last one, "TED NUGENT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"It looked fun."

"Anyway!" Mokuba shouted, "You have all been assembled here today to recapture my brother! However, I have a plan to recover not only my brother but a part of the Geese Flock as well!" Mokuba said pointing to the Yuugi-Tasshi.

"My brother now believes himself to be Jimmy Kaiba, and a Rock Star. He will undoubtedly show up at the Battle of Bishounen Bands tomorrow and that is where the band Yami and the Yami's comes in. You see Yami and Marik are two thirds of that band." He said as the two stepped forward. "But the bass player, Bakura, has gone missing! We must find him. Because without him the band cannot play. Now, in his current state my brother is too crazy to be caught, but if he gets beaten, and I mean pounded into the ground! Then he will be in a state of shock and will easily be captured. So, in order to save my brother, we must save Bakura! Now I've split you all into groups to be lead by the Geese Flock. Ready? GO!"

Intermission.

Part II Birth of a Monster

The cold steel of the blade pierced the calloused palm and a few trickles of blood fell onto the knife. The masochist in question was none other than Bakura. He did not notice his self mutilating act however, for he stared off into his own little world.

"Why…" he mused quietly.

"Why do I feel like that for her. The last time I felt…"

(flashback)

Back in ancient Egypt a young man with snow white hair was lifting fish off a ship alongside other young men like himself and much older men too. They were obviously working, but happy.

A young man with snow white hair carried a sling of fish through a village, donating a fish here and there. Until he reached a small house no different from any other.

"Hello, I'm home!" he greeted cheerfully.

A little girl, no older than five, ran up to the man with snow white hair and grasped his leg in a hug, "DADDY!" she shrieked, a big smile on her face. The young man lifted the girl up, "Hello my little Sand Princess how are you today?" he mused playfully.

It took the girl a tiny amount of time to respond, "I'm good Daddy!"

"Well I know that." And then he started giving little kisses on his daughter's cheeks causing her to giggle loudly.

"Honey quite harassing the poor girl and come say hello to your wife."

The little girl ran over to the women and hugged her legs just like she had her father, "MOMMY!" she shrieked, a big smile on her face.

"Hello my Dear-One." The young man said as he embraced his lover and placed a kiss gently on her lips."

The next day came, down by the river a young man with snow white hair was lifting fish off a ship alongside other young men like himself and much older men too. They were obviously working, but happy.

A young man with snow white hair approached his home village after the hard days work with a large sling of fish and a song on his lips. However, as he brought himself to the crest of the sand hill, his song fell silent like his fish fell to his feet. He ran to the burning city with his heart filled with fear.

He didn't even bother to check the houses of others, he ran directly to his own home, un-scorched from the flame that was now smoldering and dieing down. His hope jumped slightly as he ran into the building, "HELLO?! I'M HOME!!"

The response was a sickening silence, he walked into another room searching franticly for his family, he found them…

A young man with unbearable woe across his face ambled aimlessly through the dead city until he came quite by chance upon the town square. Upon where he saw something that would change his destiny for lifetimes to come, upon the corpse of the Leader of the city, was a spear, and on the spear, was a banner, with the Pharaoh's eye painted on it.

He walked towards the banner and tore off the cloth and fell to his knees and wept into the cloth.

"Pharaoh…" came the words of a terrified young man.

"Pharaoh…" came the words of a saddened man with no life left to live for.

"Pharaoh." came the words of something different entirely.

"Pharaoh, so as long you live, I will never forgive, never forgive you." He threw his head up to the heavens and a face full of fury screamed out into the sky.

(end flashback)

Bakura now held his bandaged hand and thought to himself, 'Of course, by the time I learned it had been a band of warriors that the Pharaoh had banished, I had been killing and stealing for far too long to care. I had forgotten about all I used to believe in.'

Suddenly a light accompanied by yells appeared at the far end of the alley.

Part III Finding the Roots

Anzu hopped out of the jeep as one of the soldiers radioed the other groups that they had found the target.

She ran towards him, "BAKURA!"

He looked up and stood. Slowly walking towards the young girl.

"BAKURA! BAKURA!!!" she screamed loudly. She dove into him embracing him. She looked up at him with tears filled in her eyes. He looked down at her indifferently.

"Oh Bakura I'm so sorry."

"You should be." He said quietly, his voice razor sharp.

"I, I didn't know, I've been under a lot of stuff lately and I'm."

"Shhhh." He said putting two fingers over her lips. He stared into her eyes before a genuine smile spread across his lips.

"You should be, but I should be far more sorry, and I am." He thought about all the other things he wanted to say, about how he felt like his old self around her, about how he felt like he'd had to impress her, about how he should learn to control the monster within himself as to not harm others. But he didn't he decided to save that for another day.

"Can you ever forgive me Anzu?" he said softly.

She stared at him, eyes wide with disbelief, "Yes, yes I can Bakura." And she stood on the tips of her toes and planted a kiss on his lips, which he returned.

"Well this is totally fagnastic."

"MALIK! SHUT UP IT WAS CUTE!"

"No, no Isis, I think I agree with my hikari for once, this was totally gay."

The two looked over at the whole Yuugi-Tasshi, and a whole bunch of soldiers, who started to applaud and scream for the two, Anzu flushed at the cheeks, while Bakura just turned beet red.

"Oh wait, just one last question Anzu."

"Yes?" she asked him.

"Why did you have hot nasty sex with Yami that one time?"

"What did you just say?"

'Musta been Marik and the Rod of his' "Oh nothing, forget I said anything."

Part IV Damn this is a crazy ass chapter!

The next night, in front of the Kame Game shop/Household of Yuugi…

Yami stood in front of the whole Yuugi-Tasshi, "We ready to go?"

"Yep." Everyone answered in unison.

"Wicked, now lets go kick Kaiba's sorry demented ass and kick everyone else's ass too!"

"YEAH!"

"Lets go Rock Out!"

"I didn't know that Ted Nugent was still around." Otogi said.

Authors Notes:

Mark: OK, plenty-o-drama plenty-o-romance plenty-o-funny, too much-o-weird!

Jon: And Beyonce shook out back!

Anzu and Bakura, arm in arm: (Anzu) We hope that you review!

Anzu: :jabs elbow into Bakura:

Bakura: Yeah, please review! Damn, that hurt.