The sun must be rising from the west today, because I'M UPDATING! I've only got a vague idea of what I'm going to write (like usual) so . . . I'm going to improvise (like usual). I should totally get an A in improvising in Drama with all this improvising I'm doing XD Now, let's answer some reviews! Yay!

Funky Egyptian: I don't know what he's doing in the woods either. It's just that it'll be kind of boring is Bakura and Yami just wander aimlessly in the wood being chased by cute fluffy kittens XD

Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: Yeah, something exciting should happen that should change everything . . . okay then, BAKURA DIES! MUHAHAHAHAAHAHA! And Yami takes over the story! He's tired of just having a one chapter special! Nah . . . let's not do that!

Life's Light/animeangel: It's discrimination of non-letters! REBEL YOU SYMBOLS! FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS! YAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Evil-Rubber Duck: I remember that episode! Family Guy is so demented XD

snake-sister12: I don't come up with stuff! I improvise! MUHAHAHAA! I'm that random . . .

RainOwl: I Know! I will try and write as much as possible n.n

Animefangirl11: I wish my teachers would say that to be, hahaha! I am getting better at writing stories though . . . NO THANKS TO MY ENGLISH TEACHER! (I hate her to death.)

Goddess-Of-Anime: Pats you on the head It's alright if you're crazy . . . I mean, no, you're not crazy! And if you are it isn't my fault innocent smile. Cliff Hangers are awesome, dude.

Shadowyoukokitsune: It's a random fic, things aren't supposed to make sense, haha.

Fairy-Of-Ame: You are the 250th reviewer! GO YOU!

Thanks to others who reviewed: Kiba's Mate, KuramaandHieiever, Random Person number 3, I forgot..., vaporeon13204, Ceribi Motou, YukariHitomi, purple-dragon-123, nOnymOus-19, Lego Vasavouchi, and dreamcloud516, and anyone else I might have forgotten!

Dude: Hi, I'm Dude. Darkshadow, that idiot, forgot what happened last chapter. So she's off to re-read it. What a freaking idiot! SHE WROTE THE STORY HOW CAN SHE FORGET IT! She's going to fail her socials test for sure. Anyways, while she's going I'm going to entertain you by juggling! Takes out 3 rubber balls and started to juggle them LALALALALALALALALALALALALALAA!

O.O;;; Uh . . . I'm back and . . . please ignore Dude over there . . .

Dude: LALALALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! IT'S CHEMISTRY BABY!

? Please, just . . . just read the story . . .

Dude: LAHAAHHAAHHAHAAAALLALALLALAAAAAALLLLLIIIIIIIAAAAAHHHH!

Oh, yeah. One last thing: All references are from the Japanese version of Yu-Gi-Oh! So, don't go saying, "WTF? I thought the Pharaoh was from five thousand years ago!"

"Marik? What do you think you're doing here? If you want to take over the world, I SHALL DEFEAT YOU!" The idiotic Pharaoh gets in some heroic stance. One hand is on his hip, which the other hand pointed at the sky and his head thrown up.

"Uh, Pharaoh? Marik IS OVER THERE," I say, pointing to our left.

"What? Then what's that?" he says in his stupid little way.

"THAT IS A BUSH."

"Wow, it looks an awful lot like Marik."

I stand next to the Pharaoh for a closer look. "Wow, you're right . . . Why is this bush sculpture of Marik wearing a dress?"

"I don't know, but it makes him look pretty n.n"

I slowly back away from the Pharaoh. "You wear dresses to don't you?'

"YOU CAN NOT PROVE THAT!" The Pharaoh throws himself to the ground and starts twitching.

"Bakura! What's that guy doing?"

"I think the Pharaoh is trying the erase his memories . . . ah, that's how he did it three thousand years ago -.-;"

The Pharaoh jumps up. "What do you mean 'that guy' you fiend!" The Pharaoh gets in his heroic stance again, but this time he's facing the right way.

"Who are you?" Marik asks.

"What? How can you possibly forget me! YOU TRIED TO KILL ME MANY TIMES!"

". . . ."

"You know . . . you thought I killed you father or something . . .?"

". . . ?"

"You spent over half your life protecting my tomb!"

"Are you sure you have the right person?"

"OH MY FREAKING LORD! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD?"

"Bakura, this weirdo is scaring me . . ."

The Pharaoh starts having spasms again.

"Anyways . . . Marik, why is there a bush cut out to look like you!"

"Oh I made it! n.n" Marik climbs down the tree he was sitting on and onto the ground.

"WHY WOULD YOU MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"

"I wanted to see what I would look like in a dress. Don't I look pretty?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD?"

"Wow, that's the second time someone has asked me that!"

I decided to give Marik a little test. "Marik, do you like GIRLS?"

"Yup!"

"Oh good, because I thought you were -"

"They look pretty in dresses! n.n"

" . . . I do not know how to respond to that . . ."

"I also like GRILLS! They GRILL things with GRILLS!"

"That's very . . . nice . . . Marik . . ."

"OOOOHHHHH! I remember you now!" Marik says, pointing at the Pharaoh.

"YES! Finally! You probably recognized my beautiful -"

"I saw you at 'Flowers and Daisies!'"

"WHAT? NO! YOU CANNOT PROVE IT!" The Pharaoh screams.

"Uhhh . . . What's 'Flowers and Daisies'?" I ask.

"It's my . . ." Marik starts to say, but stops with a dramatic pause. "FAVORITE DRESS STORE!"

I didn't know what's more surprising. Marik yelling happily and proudly that he had a favorite DRESS store or the idiot Pharaoh GOING to a DRESS store.

The Pharaoh fell to the ground YET AGAIN, and started twitching. "Going to a dress store does not make you less of a man. I am a good, strong man. Going to a dress store does not make you less of a man. I am a good, strong man . . ."

The Pharaoh just kept repeating that over and over again.

"I also saw him go into a self help store and buy a 10 disc pack labeled 'YOU ARE A MAN," Marik said helpfully.

The weird-dress wearing Pharaoh slowly stands up after repeating his, 'I AM A MAN' phrases about a thousand times.

"Well then," he says, "Let us keep moving towards our DESTINY!" The annoying Pharaoh strikes another stupid ass pose.

"I would've never thought you would ever step foot into a store that sells stuff for women." I snicker.

"I THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD EVER KNOW!" The Pharaoh sobs.

"Other people shop there you know." I say.

"LIKE ME! " Marik smiles proudly.

"Why can only WOMEN of this day and age wear dresses? I used to wear a kilt in Egypt! YOU DID TOO THIEF!" he says pointing at me accusingly.

"IT WAS A REALLY LONG SHIRT OKAY? AND I USED TO WEAR SHORTS TOO! IT WAS HOT IN EGYPT!"

"Now Bakura wears HOT PANTS! YAHH! HOT PANTS!" Marik starts FROLICKING around a tree.

"ANYWAYS, Pharaoh. If you like wearing dresses so much, go to Scotland. They wear kilts there."

"THAT IS AN EXCELLENT IDEA, SLAVE. LET US GO TO SCOTLAND AN FROLICK IN OUR B-E-A-U-TAFUL KILTS WITH HONOUR."

"!" Was the expression on my face.

"Is Nova Scotia called 'New Scotland' in some language?"

The Pharaoh and I stare at him like he's a complete weirdo.

"What? I WANNA KNOW!"

Suddenly, the Pharaoh uses his mystical power of "Memory Loss" to ignore Marik by saying, "WHICH WAY IS SCOTLAD? I MUST PURSUE MY DREAM OF WEARING PRETTY THINGS AND STILL BE A MAN, LIKE IN EGYPT!"

"You can only wear kilts, NO 'PRETTY THINGS'." I'm still freaked out about him being a cross-dresser. I don't know why I'm helping his sorry ass.

" . . . OH WELL. I can live with just wearing a kilt. But soon, I shall become PHARAOH once again and change the ways! MUHHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!"

"The correct insane laughter is as followed, 'MUHHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAA!'" Marik states as I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Screaming, 'MUHHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!' at the top of your lungs makes you sound like Santa Claus being convicted of breeding reindeer with light bulbs to create Rudolphs."

"That's very . . . interesting . . . Marik . . . ." I say.

The Pharaoh just stares at Marik, because Marik's a lunatic.

OH MY GOSH. I ate SALSA chips today. At first it tasted funny, but after awhile (yes, I continued to eat it, even though it tasted funny, ha-ha. I'm an idiot . . . a hungry idiot . . .) it tasted okay! GO BUY LAYS SALSA CHIPS! THEY'RE NEW! I'm advertising . . . I should get paid XD

NOTES:

'Flowers and Daisies' does not exist. I just randomly thought of it O.o; And if it does exist THEN THAT IS VERY COOL. Tell me where it is and I'll go there and say, "I'VE HEARD OF THIS SHOP FROM A VVVVVVVVIIIIIIISSSSSIIIIIOOOONNN! OOOOOOooooOOOOoooooOOOO!"

I do not know what hot pants are OO. I also do not know what 'frolicking' means. I just like to use words that I do not know the meaning of )

Seriously, is Nova Scotia called New Scotland in some language?

Yeah this chapter is kind of short . . . but it's either its short and updated or long and not updated for another year ;

I have a vague idea of what to write next . . .

Please review!