Angela: YAY! Chapter 2 already. Is it good? I think I'm gonna put some good quotes in here… Like last night's little scene that came about during Yu-Gi-Oh!

Seto: I did not tell Lector to be suicidal! .

Angela: The way you said it? Yes, you did.

Seto: …

Reiyne: If I'm an Inu-Yasha muse, why am I here?

Angela: …. Shhh, The Daily Show is on…. O.o

Reiyne: … O.O

Angela: Yes Bush, we know Iran is not Iraq… silly show. I like this show.

Yami Yugi: She no owns anything but her OCs, and such. Blah, blah. She does own the plot/storyline, and a few souls, but yeah. She also owns the past of Bakura that she made up; otherwise the cannon part of his past is his.

Dream Sundancer: Thanks a lot for the praise. It means a lot. So, here's your plushie of Yami Bakura in a moose suit. Enjoy.

Lavender Youko: Yes, I know what ya mean. The formatting is making me angry, because it wasn't grouped like that until uploaded it, and I didn't get a chance to fix it before I posted. Well, as promised here is your Yami Bakura in a moose suit plushie. And did you really think what YB said was hilarious? Hope you like the quote. -Smiles-

-Quote:

Seto: Life's a game, if you can't handle it, then don't play.

Me: Dude, Seto just told Lector to be suicidal! O.o Cool!

(Yu-Gi-Oh, Settling the score episode.)-

Yumiko opened her eyes, and blinked. She was no longer on a horse, but laying on a blanket, and a fire was going a few feet away. Though it was scorching in the day, at night the desert was freezing. She sat up, and looked around. The men were sitting around the fire, and Bakura was nowhere to be seen. Slowly she made her way to the fire, then looked around again. The men seemed to be joking amongst themselves, passing around a bottle. The smell of whiskey confirmed her belief, and she edged away. One of the men spotted her, and let out a whoop. "Come 'ere sweetheart!" he yelled gleefully. She backed away farther. "Come on! We ain't gonna 'urt ya! Just come 'ere.." another slurred. She edged away again. The man closest to her grabbed for her and pulled her back towards him. She squeaked, causing them to grin. "Look now. We won't 'urt ya, and we'll be real nice too, if ya be a good gir- OW!" he yelped, as a fist slammed onto the top of his head. "Morons… Let her go." Bakura snapped, coming out of the darkness. The guy let go, and she jumped back, right into Bakura. "You really need to learn to stay put… Don't you think there was a reason you were over there, not here?" he growled quietly. She shook her head. "No, not really," she said truthfully. He shook his head, and she sat down next to him. He held out a hand, and the bottle of whiskey was handed to him. "How' you get a hold of whiskey? That's real expensive, and I doubt you'd have the money for it," she asked, sitting back. "We're thieves. Stole it, what else?" "Good point…" She grinned lightly. "Well, can I have some food or something?" "No, we're gonna let you starve," he said sarcastically. He handed her a bowl and she snatched it, shoving the food down her throat like a savage. "I'll take it you haven't eaten lately?" "Not in three weeks. Need a bath too…" she added. He nodded slightly. "You can take a bath in the river over there." "I don't have clothe-" He shoved a bundle at her. She took it, and looked up. "Where do you think I went? You'll need clothes if you're traveling with us." "Thanks… But I don't think I'll take a bath by myself out here…" "I'll stand watch, just hurry up," he said, pulling her to her feet. They headed off to the river.

"Hey, what's your name anyway?" Yumiko called to Bakura, as she washed the dirt off herself. "Is it really Bakura?" "Yes." She came up, now in the outfit he had stolen for her. He was leaning on a tree nearby, and watching the fire a few yards away. She came up behind him, and looked over his shoulder at the fire. "Uhm… thanks for the clothes, and for getting me out of that dungeon, and taking me along…" "Hn…. The desert isn't a place for woman." "But you were gonna leave me anyway?" "Hmph. It's a kill or be killed place here. We didn't have time to think up a plan to accommodate you, or I wouldn't have bothered to say no. You got lucky that you think fast like that." She beamed. "Have to think on your feet to be a thief," she said. He nodded, and started to go. "Hey, wait." He turned back to her. "I don't want to go back there just yet." "It's not safe to be out here alone with the guards on our trails." "I know…" "And I have to go check on my men, and make sure they stay in line." She sighed. "I guess I can survive right here for ten minutes?" "If you don't mind scorpions and poisonous lizards wandering around in the dark." "No, I don't…" "Alright then." He started to go back to the fire, then heard the patter of feet behind him, causing him to grin slightly. "On second thought… I'm allergic." She said, coming after him. He gave a slight chuckle, then shook his head.

"Hey, Bakura…" Bakura rolled over slightly. "Wake up Boss…" "BOSS! Wake up!" Bakura opened his eyes, and glared. "What?" "Those guards are coming." He rubbed his eyes, and let them adjust to the darkness. It was around midnight by now, he figured. He glanced over at Yumiko, who was asleep still, nearby. He grumbled to himself, and got up. "How far?" "About a mile away." "Get the horses ready, and pack everything up, now," he ordered. The men swiftly did as told, and he gathered Yumiko up in his arms and got onto his own horse. She shifted slightly, and he shook her lightly. "Wake up, Yumi," he said quietly. She opened an eye. "What?" "We're on the move. Guards are coming." She was wide awake now, and looked around n alarm. "They're not here, yet." "Did you call me Yumi?" "Yes. Now let's go, stay quiet, and stay down low," he ordered. She nodded once, then closed her eyes again, falling back to sleep.

Angela: And that's a good ending.

YB: We're back! comes into room, with packages, followed by Marik and Yami-Malik.

YM: also laden down with stuff. Yeah, we're back.

Angela: What'd you get?

YB: Presents for you. he and YM put everything down.

Angela: For me! dives into pile. AWESOME! I love you! huggles.

YM: Xx Can't breathe…

Angela: Sorry. let's go.

YM/YB: Well, these were from all the birthdays we've missed the last 15 years.

Angela: Review! And send them gifts, because they deserve presents for being so nice, and for letting me torture them in my fics.