Chapter 3: Spirit of the Rap?

Bakura and the other Yugi were lead into a large room with flashing lights and a bar. The punks still had their guns aimed at the two, so they went along with it. One person at the bar, who was wearing a large fur coat and cowboy hat, tuned his stool to face them. The one who caught the two stood beside this man.

"Who them?" the one in the fur coat asked.

"We's caught these two snoopn' around, Boss."

"Who you be?" the boss asked the two spirits.

"We are looking for a car you stole from us," the other Yugi explained, "and we want it back."

The boss looked at some other gang members and laughed manically.

"I fail the see the humor in this," the other Yugi said with his arms crossed.

"You gotta be kiddn' me!" the boss said while trying not to laugh, "You're cops, right?"

"Cops? Look, I want that car back!"

The boss pulled out a large semi-automatic pistol and pointed it at the other Yugi.

"Man, you don't know when ta shut up, cock sucka!"

"What!"

"This is driving my patience!" Bakura yelled, "Just give us the car!"

"Man, shut up!" the boss said, "Get 'em out-a here."

"Wait!" Bakura said, "Allow me to make you an offer!"

The boss raised his hands in a stop position, indicating to his men not to do anything.

"Ok. Let me hear you out."

"Do you know what you're doing?" The other Yugi asked.

"Don't worry. This will get us out of here and get us the vehicle back."

As soon as Bakura said that, he grabbed a random punk's jacket and pulled it off, causing the punk to fall to the ground. He also took his sunglasses and put that and the jacket on. Turning around to face to boss, Bakura took on a rapper's position in a music video and began to dance.

"Yo! I be da owner of the Millennium Ring. Let me go, and I give you some bling, bling, bling. That car belongs to a boy of mine, and he's got a dad that researches time. Yah betta give me an answer now, 'cause my offer stands 'till you go pow! Hurry up, 'cause I this pharaoh's a guy I hate, and his pathetic name is one thing I'll gladly take."

The boss, his goons, and the other Yugi looked at Bakura like he was an alien.

"What was that?" the other Yugi shouted in frustration.

"Just a little something I picked up from Ryou's mind."

"Frisk 'em" the boss commanded.

"Frisk? What the hell is..! Hey, get off of me you homoerotic mortal!" Bakura yelled as the flunky patted him for any weapons and (thankfully) took back the glasses and jacket.

"Hey," he said, "Looka what he got-a here."

Unfortunately, it was Bakura's Duel Monsters deck. He attempted to take it back, but a gun barrel was shoved in his face. The flunky gave the deck to the boss. He riffled through it with astonishment.

"Man! Look at them cards!"

"Hey, give that back you fucking mortal!"

"Man, shut up! Get 'em outa here!"

Two punks came and lead the other Yugi out of the room and dragged a raging Bakura, who was cursing the boss out.

Bakura and the other Yugi were lead outside the warehouse to a clearing in the wooded area. The other Yugi could tell by the mild, rotting stench in the air what the crones were planning to do.

"I said let go, mortal!" Bakura shouted as one of the flunkies was grabbing his arm, "I'll scoop out your eyes with a rusted spoon for this!"

Finally, they pushed both the other Yugi and Bakura off and aimed their guns at them.

"Any more bright ideas!" Bakura asked the other Yugi sarcastically.

"Wait!" the other Yugi pleaded to the two flunkies.

"What da hell is it?" one of them replied.

"Ok. I know you have orders from your boss, but how would you like to have some money?" he asked while pulling out his partner's debit card.

"You would risk your partner's card?" Bakura said slightly surprised.

"I know what I'm doing."

"What's keeping us from just shooten' ya and taking it?" one of the punks asked.

"The fact that you need a secret number to use it."

"What you got in mind?"

"A game. If you I win, you'll release us and take me to the car."

"And if I win?'

"Oh, you two can play against me if you chose. If you win, I'll tell you the secret number and allow you to shoot us."

"What?" Bakura protested, "It one thing to risk your stupid partner's card, but to risk my life?"

"Ok," the punk said, "What kind of game did you have in mind?"

"A guessing game," the other Yugi said while getting a piece of paper and a pen out, "I'm going to write the number down on this piece of paper and put it on the ground."

After the other Yugi did this, he took three steps back.

"The object of the game is this. The number has four digits. Both of you and I are exactly three steps from the paper. You give me a number you think is in this four-digit code. If you are right, you take a step forward. If you are wrong, I take a step forward. The first one of us that reaches the paper in this manner without using a weapon is the winner, but if any of use breaks the rules, a penalty game awaits that person."

"Hmmm," one of the punks thought, "Dat code only has number from zero to nine. All me and Jes have to do is guess three number, and we get that paper!"

"Ok," he said.

"Then let the game begin," the other Yugi said, "You go first."

"Ok," the punk said, "I guess three."

"You are correct," he replied.

"Yeah!" the punk said taking one step forward.

"It's your turn," the other Yugi said to the other punk, Jes.

"Ok. I guess four."

"Wrong," he replied taking one step forward.

"Man, Jes!" the other punk said, "Guess right!"

"Hey, I try, man!"

"Do you wish to quit?" the other Yugi asked.

"No way, foo'! I'm gunna guess eight."

"Correct."

The punk took another step closer to the piece of paper. Now, the other Yugi was two steps away, the main punk was one step away, and Jes was three steps away.

"Guess right this time, Jes!" the main punk told his comrade.

"Ok, ok! I guess two."

"Correct."

Jes took one step forward. Now, it was the main punks turn, who was only one step away from the paper.

"Now, I guess nine."

"Wrong," the other Yugi said taking another step forward.

"Ok, I got it," Jes said, "I guess seven."

"Correct," the other Yugi said as Jes moved another step closer.

"We win!" the main punk cheered.

"Wrong," he said as the main punk looked at him, "You have not reached the paper. Both of you are one step away from it. Now, you are out of correct numbers to guess since there are only four. I, on the other hand, have enough incorrect numbers to move to the paper, and since you can only move with right numbers, I win."

"What!" both punks yelled.

"I knew your simple minds would think if you both played, you would have a guaranteed victory, but instead, it was a mistake that cost you the game."

"Man, forget dis'," the main punk said as he and Jes aimed their guns at the other Yugi.

"You're using weapons! You broke the rules!"

The other Yugi put his hand forward and blasted a surge of shadow power. Suddenly, the two punks saw the numbers three, eight, two, and seven flashed before their eyes and blocked their vision. They heard voices that kept calling out the numbers in their respective order. Both of them looked around in paranoia but could see nothing but numbers. They even shoot into the air, hoping to stop it. The other Yugi casually walked up to them and took the guns. As he came back to Bakura, they fell on the floor in madness.

"What happened to not fighting evil with evil?" Bakura asked.

"Do you want to have been shot?"

"No."

"Then leave it at that."