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AN: This just gets longer and longer, huh? Maybe someday I'll end up finishing this, and then what'll I do with my free time that I should be spending in my study halls doing work?! Just so you all know, I may not be updating so often, because I'm having a little trouble with my computer. When it's up and running, that'll be when I update. I suck at endings, guys, you gotta help me! Give me ideas! Until then!

Chapter Twelve

There must be something I haven't thought of, Ryou thought for the hundredth time in the past hour. They had been looking for Bakura almost all day. He decided to drag Yami and Malik all over town to ask around again.

Another hour went by before Ryou finally admitted defeat. He sat down at the corner of Domino Main Street, resting his head on his arms, crossed over his knees. The first tears welled up, falling onto his black jeans and trailing down his white wife beater. A door opened not far down from him and he heard: "I'll get you, you little freak!"

It was one of Keith's flunkies. For a wild moment, Ryou thought Keith was after him again, and he stood and prepared to bolt, looking in the direction of the voice. Bakura stumbled out of the bar and onto the street, followed by Keith's goons.

"Get back here!" one of them yelled after him, slurring just a bit. They burst through the door as well, hot on Bakura's heels.

"No, no, leave me alone," Bakura called over his shoulder. It was clear to Ryou that they thought Bakura was really Ryou himself. It was also clear that he was the most drunk of the lot. He decided not to mess with Bakura's plans with them, and hid in the alleyway, leaving Malik and Yami to fend for themselves on the corner.

But he winced when one of them caught up with Bakura and punched him, right in the stomach.

He dashed put into the middle of the street and called for Keith's guys.

"Hey! You, there!"

All of them, including Bakura, turned around and stared at Ryou. Ryou stood and clenched his fists, holding them up and putting his feet firmly on the ground. "You want a fight?" he said. "You got it. Come and get me."

Bakura's jaw dropped. Then, drunk, he just got confused. What next, Ryou? He thought to his hikari.

When I stop moving, you start, maybe it'll confuse them.

I'm confused already.

Okay. Ryou sighed. Let's play pretend. If I say something to them, and then stop moving or talking, then you start, it'll confuse them, and maybe even scare them. Like ghosts. Get it?

Ooohhh, okay, I got it. Bakura tapped his forehead. I got it. Let's go.

Ryou froze.

"Hey, lunkhead!" Bakura called. The gang members-we'll just call them Goons- whipped back around at Bakura. "Over-"

"-Here!" Ryou finished when his yami stopped moving. The Goons turned back to Ryou. "Come and get me you big headed-"

"-Lunkheads!" He grinned.

Find something new, Ryou thought to him.

"Lunkheads!!" Bakura screamed at The Goons.

"What the Hell is this?!" one of The Goons finally said. We'll call him Hippie Goon because he has little shades and an Australian accent. "What's goin' on?"

Ryou and Bakura stepped forward at the same time.

"It's a conspiracy!" Hippie Goon screamed and bolted. Bakura's hair lifted up more than it already was, and there was a bright flash, and Hippie Goon disappeared.

The rest of The Goons decided to back off.

Malik and Yami finally decided to join in on the fun, flanking Bakura.

"Now wait just a minute," Malik said. "You can't just leave."

Yami chuckled. "Oh, no, no leaving allowed."

Bakura grinned at Ryou. "You must come over…for dinner."