I'm slightly disappointed with the reviewing turnout last chapter, butah well,I don't want to sound greedy. So, THANK YOU REVIEWERS!
Inthis chapter we'll meet our villains…and learn some things about the characters that one should NEVER hear…fun.

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Enjoy. (As to why I put quotes in each chapter...meh I just like them. Anyways, I think the wuote was cute. :D)

"The difference between 'friends' and true friends? A friend is the one who tries to bail you out of jail. A TRUE friend is the one who's in the cell next to you." –Anonymous

For a moment there was silence as the bloody images of Egypt faded. Nina expected Bakura to punch something, or do something intense to lash out his feelings. But Nina never expected this. What came out from Bakura was worse.
Bakura threw back his head and gave a long, maniacal laugh. But the tear streaks on his pale cheeks and the false note that rang in his hollow laugh, betrayed his true feelings. Brokenly, he laughed, but he just couldn't stop. Nina's heart wrenched at the sound; she just wanted to put her hands over her ears and block it all out.

"Bakura, stop," Nina whispered worriedly for Bakura. She now understood, and as much as she wished she could forget his past, his memories were now intertwined with her own. "I understand it must be hard for you bu-" she started out. Bakura's laugh instantly died in his throat as soon as he heard his hikari's words. His amber, chocolate eyes flashed dangerously. This was the look Bakura had had before he murdered the evil Captain. Nina trembled as they bore into her, but she held her ground.
"Understand!" came the chilling whisper that sent shivers down her spine. He grasped her forearm, and Nina knew it was useless to fight, but that didn't stop her from trying. "You never saw the friends you grew up with murdered! (the grip became harder) You never saw your parents dying for you, never felt the guiltiness of knowing you were the reason they sacrificed themselves! (Nina gasped in pain as Bakura's grip cut off her circulation) You never had to watch your little sister die and you could do nothing to save her! YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL, YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING!" he roared in a rage as he finally hurled the girl across the room. Nina hit the wall with a painful thump. She landed on the carpet in a crumpled heap, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Oh, but I do Bakura," she murmured softly more to herself than Bakura.
Bakura didn't know what did it, but he suddenly realized that Nina's eyes had the same haunted look of his own. Somewhere inside of him (deep, deep, extremely deep down mind you) he felt a twinge of what could only be…guilt? Sympathy? Pity?…Ridiculous.
How was it that nothing, not friends, not power, nor murders had been able to stop Bakura once he was in a fiery rage…yet one look at this piteous girl's helpless, pale azure eyes and it instantly melted? How could she be the only soul he had ever been able to tell his story to!
Bakura concluded that she was secretly a mage who had cast a spell on him.
"Get up brat," he said in a voice as close to nice as he would ever get. Nina wiped her red-rimmed eyes hurriedly as she tried to get up but her knees buckled underneath her. Nina closed her eyes, ready for her already-sore knees to take the impact, and…nothing happened. Huh?
She opened her eyes and nearly gasped in surprise as she saw the sight before her. Bakura held her against his chest as he carried her over to her bed. "Stupid weakling, can't even walk can you," Bakura muttered angrily but he didn't hurt her.
Nina felt that now was not the time to mention that Bakura could've just left her to suffer…
((Well, if you want to be on the ground so badly)) Bakura said in their mind link as he heard her thoughts.
He dropped her on the ground, and she hit the floor with a gasp of pain.
(((Bakura I didn't mean it like that!)))

She could hear the ominous click of the door shutting to Bakura's mind as he cut off their mind link. She could distinctly hear his last muttered words being 'ungrateful little brat…She's just a brat, just a brat' She just didn't hear the desperate note in Bakura's voice.

This sucked. 'Why does he have be so darn bipolar!' Nina thought as she hobbled painfully up to her bed. Why can't I figure him out! In a bitter rage as her whole body throbbed she thought, 'I hate him, I hate him and his damn mysterious ways!'
However, an unfamiliar little voice in her head that sounded too much like her conscience whispered to her: But that's not true…you could never hate him, he's just like you…
Hmph, that's not true we're totally different, Nina thought, lying, as she glanced at her purplish bruised forearm that now had Bakura's fingerprints and nail marks marked on it.
She gazed up at the ceiling from her bed as she wearily started to doze off. Before she completely dozed off into LaLaLand where there where no evil Bakuras and no evil pasts…
'I asked for a guardian angel, and got sent a demon…' she thought ruefully.
Ah, angels are nice…but bad-ass demons are just so much sexier.
And this time in her dreamy truthful state, Nina had to agree.

"Sexy, huh?" Bakura said in his husky voice, a smug smirk graced his face as he appeared. Nina was deep in her LaLaLand and merely murmured 'Mmmmm…Oh Bakura, you hot, sexy thing you, come over and-' Whatever Nina had been about to say in her sleep was muffled with a loud snore. Perhaps that was for the best. Bakura gave a pout as he thought 'This is going to be sooo funny when she realizes I heard every word!'
As he felt a smile creep up his mouth while he thought of how Nina truly thought of him, Bakura shook his head. He needed to reassure himself: this was all just for just his hikari's humiliation…right? Somehow, he wasn't so sure.
He then noticed the bruised wrist. No, a bruise would be a little purplish mark on one's skin that was bound to go away after an annoying week. This dark purple massive swelling on her stark white arm that was adorned with claw marks like she had a run-in with a wolf…was no bruise.
A confused Bakura ran a hand through his silky white locks pensively. He could handle murdering soldiers, guards, and Pharaoh's Captains without feeling a trace of guilt, yet he couldn't help but feel guilty at a little bruise of his weakling of a hikari! Ra, he was going soft radamnit!
Well, he was NOT going to heal it. Let her suffer: it's what she wanted. But then he saw Nina wince as she tried to move her slightly bloodied arm. Her dream seemed different now, "Daddy…stop, please! Help me, someone please help me!" she murmured to herself as she tossed and turned in her sleep. His dark, intimidating eyes softened.

"What happened in your past, Nina?" Bakura mused quietly to himself. He then noticed that damn bruise-that-was-not-a-bruise again.
It was the innocence, that innocence that reminded him so much of Amane, and that foolish frank candor she had…that made Bakura tear off a piece of his majestic, silklike trouser that had made for kings…to be tightened on his little, worthless hikari to stop the bleeding and be spelled to shrink the wee bruise.
Bakura pushed back the annoying black locks from her face and gave a small, satisfied smile. That instantly disappeared.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered to his sleeping now-peacefully hikari girl as he pounded a fist on her desk. "One second I want to wring your pretty little neck and the next- I'm think thoughts like that! Radamnit, stop your spell already!" The tomb robber glared at the sweet smile on her face. Why couldn't he hurt her? It was Amane and the spell, that was it.
You have control over your destiny...maybe you secretly do want to help her.
Preposterous. The green-eyed cat called Elf, wrinkled its nose in frustration: he knew it'd be hard to get anything through Bakura's thick head, but this was harder than he thought. Bakura noticed that the voice seemed to be coming in Elf's direction, but that was impossible: cats can't talk.
I beg to differ Bakura.
Bakura didn't know how he could see it, but somehow he knew that arrogant little cat was smirking at him.
Back to business, as Nina's Ka-
Last time I checked Kas were supposed to be duel monsters, Bakura thought condescendingly at the wimpy gray cat. Elf's eyes hardened and he hissed.
Times have changed former tomb robber! As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: stop making excuses Bakura! It's not only her spell, you like her because she's honest with you. She's the only person who's heard your story, and understood it…
'She didn't understand it, no one could!' But then Bakura remembered that haunted look in her eyes…
Ah, to hell with it! He wanted to leave this accursed girl!
But she's got her spell on you, her spell of loooooovvvvveeee! Don't lie, you liiiiikkkkeeeee her Bakura, were the last words of a smug Elf before he curled up next to Nina protectively on her pillow.
"Cats are truly the spawn of Satan," Bakura murmured loudly enough for the dratted cat to hear. Elf lazily raised his head up in a bored fashion: Spawn of Satan, tch, in your dreams. I'm just a goody goody kitty sent from above to help my owner.
Somehow Bakura could hear the sarcasm dripping in Elf's dry voice. "Well, some job you were doing," Bakura said quietly. For the first time he saw Elf's arrogant expression have a weary sadness to them.
I am only as powerful as she is…I would be much stronger if it weren't for her-Ah it's not my place to say. Goodnight Bakura. And that ended the discussion just when it was getting interesting.
Bakura left for his soul room very irked and confused. As he lay on his bed looking at his ceiling, broodingly…
Oh I almost forgot: thank you, Bakura.
For what, came the irked reply.
For making me stronger.
Hmph, Bakura thought, that wasn't much to be thankful for. But spell or no spell, if Nina wondered how she got the odd bandage on her arm…

Bakura would deny it to hell.
Meh, it's a start.

Currently in Sector 12, Level 10 damned souls; Hell.

Walking along the path to hell, the road of good intentions, two figures silently padded their way up to the barred entrance. Due to the utter darkness, the only source of light came from the molten lava casting a grotesque, bloody glow over the realm. Hell was never meant to be pretty; it was made as a punishment. The two figures were both silhouetted in the darkness, yet you could make out the slender, delicate face of one, and the gruff, dirty face of the other. To say that they were friends would be a laughable thought; both persons detested the other beyond mere mortal imagination. But as many of the damned say: once in Hell, such trivial things such as friends and hostility towards your fellow damned are abolished immediately.

"We were lucky," muttered the gruff male in what we can loosely name as 'companion' to the female for lack of a better term. He kicked up the black dirt as he glanced back at the Sector 12, the holding place for all Level 10 souls, and where the two had just escaped from thanks to a certain tomb robber.

"Thank you Mr. Obvious," sarcastically murmured the voice of the female with hair just brushing her shoulders. One can suspect from her sweet, practiced musical voice that she would have as beautiful a body as her voice until you heard the underlying tones of it. Those tones spoke of cruelty, sarcasm, and above all a lust. Whether it was a lust in the sensual meaning or a lust for an unspeakable revenge one cannot be sure. One would rather not know.

"Stupid girl, shut up; out of all the millions that attempted to escape, we are the only ones that have made it this far. I am simply informing her Almighty Royal Bitchiness that we are almost near Cerberus. How do you intend to escape this!" growled the male. The female merely wrinkled her nose in distaste but she did spare her 'home' a glance. A door almost unhinged with the words clearly read "Sector 12" with blood? lava? coloring the black dirt a maroon color in the eerie light. Decorating the Sector were mangled bodies that were not quite whole but nonetheless functional. It would be too kind to let them just die. Again. All mutilated level 10 souls were working on the hardest tasks and you could hear their groans, screams, as well as the occasional song of the hissing whip in the background. What a lovely melody, the female thought grimly. She did not miss Sector 12. She was glad to have escaped. To be sure the tomb robber Bakura hadn't wanted their escape…but that's a different story altogether. And it was all a certain Pharaoh's fault that she was here in this disgusting place.

"First of all don't call me that ugly name it's beneath me. I am more valuable in my little pinky than you are in your entire body, you bastard," she said with prim air of one used to dealing with slow, stupid commoners.

"Find then my dear little whore, what do you intend to do to get us past Cerberus with your almighty wit and body," the man said and though he insulted her, he spared her nice chest an ogling in the same moment. Let's just put it simply that as punishment the males were very attuned with their lusty wants, but were barred from ever getting, ahem, action from their female damned. Men, the female Level 10 soul thought with a groan, cannot be changed. Only an intelligent, experienced woman could have seen the obvious that had been standing right under the Hell's men's noses.

"Men are all the same." She retorted simply as she rehearsed the transfiguring spell in her mind. Prissy delicate thing she was, but that didn't mean her dark magic skills weren't a local legend in Hell.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" asked the male, tired of walking on uncomfortable hot ground with no prospect of a future.

"It means you dope that I know how to get us out of here." Said the woman and then seeing the man's lack of faith she continued, "Cerberus is a male. A male who is all alone in his species without a mate…The key word here is NO MATE. Cerberus has been existing for I dunno, a couple thousand millennias, and that means a lot of sexual suppression for the dog if you get my drift. I'm just making him a girlfriend." By the eager dangerous gleam in her companion's eyes, he got her drift. And that was one distraction Hades hadn't been counting on anyone discovering or using against his dog.

"So I get phase 1: magically make Cerberus a girlfriend that will distract him. But once we get down to Earth…(suddenly his voice takes a vehement, wild, angry tone) I say we destroy them and make them feel every fiber of pain. I especially want to hear the girl scream." said the man in a bloodlust.

"And so you will, but we must not act rash. We were the only two to truly escape because we were the only 'team' to not become blinded by our rage and fear to escape." The cold woman said in a placating voice. "First we will need to get blackmail information from our beloved foes. In other words their greatest fears and weaknesses."

"And how do you intend to do that?"

"Verdi Seratem." She said but the man looked blankly at her. "Or to put it in simpleton terms, truth serum." Indeed, Verdi Seratem was illegal in all but one part of the universe. Hades' interrogation office. (And if you ever got there, get a knife and try to kill yourself because that is truly where the horror stories of hell come from.) How she stole it, and how she still managed to keep it hidden from Hades were unimportant. But just for the record, it was extremely effective. "And I just added a little babbling spell in there just for the heck if it," she said as her face twisted in the shadow into a cruel smirk.
Once the man beside her completed his role she'd terminate him with her infamous death curse. She'd make the Pharaoh pay for ruining her perfect life.
Once the girl finishes doing all the work for me, she'll be disposed of. She doesn't know she's just a pawn in my grand plan. For now I'll play stupid and play along with her amusing little torture games on my foe. I told my foe I'd be back.
The woman handed the man two filled syringes, and they both shared an evil cackle of villain solidarity. Despite extreme animosity towards one another, as they say in Hell there is only one thing that can bind the damned together for the common goal of evil despite all their vast differences: revenge.

"YAY! IT'S THE LAST DAY OF EXAMS!" Carla yelled with glee having just come out of her final exam: honors algebra. She was pretty sure she did well and she punched the air in joy. Nina, the shy friend, was trying her best to calm her new friend down. (Her dad agreed!) She blushed when people distinctly edged out of their way, but Carla took no heed. She raised an eyebrow at Nina's shyness and thought privately to herself, 'She really needs to loosen up. She is practically screaming geeky schoolgirl with that blush and subconscious hunch of the shoulders to make herself smaller. Not to worry, Carla was an expert at being outgoing.'

"Ding dong the witch is dead! The wicked witch, the wicked witch! Ding dong the wicked witch of al-ge-braaa is deeeeaaaaaddddd!" she sang merrily out-of-tune. Nina winced; Carla was a horrible singer. (Yami: (fingers already plugged in ears as soon as he heard Carla's mouth open) LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUU) She gave Carla a weak thumbs-up sign and they entered the art room once more, Carla's and Nina's homeroom, for a study hall to pass the rest of the time at school. Before they were about to enter, Carla felt a sharp jab in her arm. She gasped in surprise and pain as she clutched her arm. It felt like someone just stuck a sharp needle in it. Yami immediately appeared in spirit form beside her fretting.

/Are you alright/

Fine, Carla reassured her anxious Yami. Just felt something weird is all.

(dubious) /Hmmm…if you say so/

Nina soon thereafter felt the equivalent to a dagger stab near her heart. She bit back a scream while Bakura looked at her interestedly.

((What was it?))

(((I don't know. It hurt horribly…like someone just tried to kill me with a sharp needle…agh, holy fudge, does it hurt like mad!))) Nina took a few deep breaths to calm herself as she half-expected blood to be staining the shirt area over her heart. But none did luckily. Bakura merely gave her a "helpful" shove upwards so she'd be standing. Mrs. Marcuri looked at her worriedly but she waved it off to show she was okay and sat near Carla who was experiencing a lesser degree of the same effects (hey, she didn't get it near her heart!). As she passed, a certain cruel Angelica with her calculating icy blue eyes leaned in to her and whispered nastily, "FUR-REAK,"

And then she put out her pedicured foot in front of her.

A normal girl would have fallen flat on her face. A hikari girl with tomb robber Bakura as her Yami merely skipped over it like it was nothing. With a toss of spiky multi-colored hair, Nina sat at her seat with a smug smile. "BI-OTCH," Bakura/Nina whispered before relinquishing control to Nina.

(((Thanks for helping me Bakura.)))
((Pfff, who said I was helping you? Stuck-ups just annoy me.))

Nina knew better than to press the issue but she couldn't help but feel Bakura could be a real softie at heart.

TT ((I heard that…))

(((Meep! I said nothing, I said nothing!)))

((Good.))

Both hikari girls merely dismissed the odd moment as one of those weird things that you were never supposed to actually understand. But, oh how they'd regret their decision. Some people idly chatted quietly while most looked at the bell, waiting for their moment of salvation to finally come at last: two weeks of spring break. (a/n: this is true in Florida)

That is what the two young hikaris were doing until both started to feel an odd tingling sensation go through them. It was Carla, the first one hit by the odd invisible jab, who felt its effects first.

A tingly sensation went from her brain to her throat that was both freeing and scary at the same time. The barrier between mind and mouth that has kept humanity sane for centuries was now gone. Carla was now going to speak her mind…Literally. Whether she liked it or not.

First victim: Mrs. Marcuri.

"OMG, can you be any less obvious, teach?" Carla said in a too-loud voice. Everyone, who had nothing better to do, watched with eager eyes as the train wreck began. Only Nina and Yami looked at her worriedly. They could see by her confused eyes that something wasn't right.

"Excuse me Miss Sanchez?" Mrs. Marcuri said in a dangerous voice that clearly read 'you did NOT just call me teach'

"Oh don't play, you're not deaf. But you surely must've not been listening to your fashion consultant to wear that tacky outfit. And that wig, come on, act your age!" Carla said before turning red as a tomato. She couldn't control what she said, and all of what she was saying was true. The students were definitely interested now. Mrs. Marcuri, the art teacher, was a very good art teacher, but her taste in fashion? Hell no.

/Hikari, stop it/

I can't Yami, I can't! a scared Carla screamed mentally to her Yami.

Nina by this point was feeling Verdi Seratem's effects as well.

"Wig, more like beehive! And my God Mrs. Marcuri we all have our problems, but there's no sense in denying that you have few a chin hairs!" Nina said before clapping her hands over her mouth in shame.

Half of Class: 10 bucks Mrs. Marcuri gets them suspended
Other half: Deal.

"Chin hairs, come on don't be so nice Nina! It's a full beard I tell you!" Carla said unwillingly.

"Carla and Nina be quiet, you're being so mean to poor Mrs. Marcuri," Angelica said in a falsely concerned voice to suck-up to Mrs. Marcuri.

"Oh shut it Barbie." A no-longer shy Nina snarled. Angelica's lips pursed as her eyes glared daggers at Nina. "Did the cat get your tongue, slut? Or is the botox still in effect?" Nina continued nastily while trying to shut herself up to no avail. Carla looked at Nina admiringly, "And here I just thought you were a mousy goody two shoes…OMG, Nina I'm so sorry!" Carla said apologetically at her actions.
"No apology necessary. I think you're singing is awful. My mind is still reeling from your last little 'performance'...SORRY!"

Carla nodded in understanding but moved her attention to a steaming art teacher. "Mrs. Marcuri, I-"

The bell rang but no one moved.

"Class dismissed. Ms. Sanchez and Ms. Sky, stay after school." Said the cold Mrs. Marcuri (as she used a hand to cover up her exposed chin)

Oooooooooooh they were in TROUBBBBBLLLLEE.

The students left laughing, thinking that this was an entertaining way to end exams while Carla and Nina stood their with fists stuck up their mouths.

(((I'm just glad they left. I was about to mention you, Bakura.)))

((Can't you be quiet!))

(((Do you think I'd have a fist stuck in my mouth otherwise!)))

((Hmmm, good point. This reminds me of something)) Bakura knew these symptoms were familiar for something, and it would just take a little brain work to remember…but, hey, this was pretty entertaining.

"I hate you Bakura," Nina mumbled around her fist to earn strange looks from both other women. Nina wished more than ever that she could lie. Mrs. Marcuri gave her an icy look that could be read as 'lunatic' or 'potential expellee'. Your choice.

"Girls, I am very disappointed in you. Carla, I always thought you were such a good girl, and Nina just barely got here and you're already off to a bad start as a troublemaker. Shame on both of you." Mrs. Marcuri. Both hikari girls looked very sorry for their actions but both of them dare not speak it aloud. Too bad they had no choice.

"We're sorry Mrs.Marcuri-" Nina started out.

"But it's true what we said-" Carla proceeded to bite her tongue and blush harder under her tan.

"No offense but shaving doesn't hurt, and neon red wigs are way out." Nina continued.

This was not helping their situation. Mrs. Marcuri started to tremble in her anger.

"Never have I seen such a rude behavior from my students in all my twenty years of teaching-" she hissed.

"Well, there's your problem right there: you've been teaching too long. It's addled your brain." said a shame-faced Carla as her mouth took advantage of its newfound power.

"I was going to let you two off on a warning, but now I've decided to reconsider. Both of you will be assigned projects over the break-"

"WHAT? BUT-"

"But nothing. I expect a collaborated painting done by the both of you. It should be pretty big, and it must be star quality knowing that both of you have such skills. It will be worth 200 pts. I then expect at least a five page report on how you created it, why you chose to make it so, and such. After spring break I expect you to present this to the grade as well as attend Friday detentions with me after school for the next month thereafter. Happy? No, well, too bad…I hope you have a lovely spring break!" said Mrs. Marcuri as she shoved a medium-large canvas in their faces before storming off to the teacher's lounge. But not before her wig fell off.

"Well, she looked pissed." Nina said bluntly after a few moments.

"No kidding. Let's get out of here before we say anything else. Ugh, I don't know what just happened but no we actually have homework! Ugh."

"Double ugh. But did you see how she looked wig-less. Now that's a scarring sight!" Nina said before blushing once more as she giggled. Carla giggled guiltily as well.

"I think it's clear that we get you both home before you say anything else," Yami said firmly as he appeared in casual modern day wear.

"It was amusing though," Bakura said.

"Oh Bakura, just listen to the hot-chest man!" Nina said before groaning at her words. Carla raised an eyebrow in a superior look that clearly read 'at least I can somewhat control myself'.

"Bakura can say whatever he wants with those freshly baked muffins as his ass."

Not.

Carla flashed a jealous Yami a blinding grin to placate him as she ran out of the room before he exploded.

Villains: Okay maybe Phase 1 didn't turn out as planned but Phase 2, oh-ho, this was foolproof.

Both Yamis felt an invisible hand hold their butts and then both howled as they felt an injection into it.
"OWWWWW!"

Yami got an extra slap on the heiny just for him, the lucky pharaoh. Both Yamis were freaked out by the odd supposed bee sting, and didn't want to bother and ponder its effects.

"Okay scratch that, let's take them home NOW. I think this is a spell so let's look in your soul room, pharaoh," Bakura said while trying to discreetly rub his sore bottom.

"Let's go my muffin man," Nina said with a grin, not lying. So much for discreetness.

Bakura gave a growl and by this time the four teenagers were outside on the lonely lawn that was the front school grounds.

"Shut it my idiotic hikari girl who looks adorable today in her headband and matching ballet flats."

Everyone: O.O ?

"That did not come out right," Bakura muttered. Well, who knew Bakura had a fashion sense?

"Nope," everyone in the vicinity concurred.

"Meh, just because I watch Oprah and What Not to Wear because there's nothing else to do DOES NOT mean-" Bakura started out. He was interrupted by Yami collapsing on the mound in hysterics. (a/n: authoress currently doing the same while she imagines Bakura watching Oprah)

"Oh don't mind him Bakura, he gets teary over 7th Heaven re-runs and was literally bawling in The Notebook," Carla said offhandedly with the spell still in effect on all four.

"Car-la! You weren't supposed to tell anyone," Yami yelled embarrassed. A thump was heard in the background of Bakura hitting the grass as he rolled around clutching his sides in laughter.

"Well, this is rather interesting. Why don't we all tell our little secrets, no? I'm incredibly insecure, bare feet creep me out, I'm slightly suicidal, I'll do practically anything for a brownie, and when I was five I witnessed my father m-" Nina blurted out before clapping her mouth in horror at what she was about to reveal.

Needless to say, that was enlightening.

And so the secrets that the four teenagers had promised to never in a million years tell a living soul…were being exposed. Gather 'round children for the circle of secrets: tell one, tell all (and in a extremely quick voice like the ones at the ends of commercials) And-you-are-not-liable-for-suing-once-the-secrets-have-been-let-out-…your-reputation-is-NOT-guaranteed. Let's begin shall we?

"Rubber duckies are adorable," Yami said before blushing.

"Rubber duckies? Tch, teddy bears are just so cuuuuuttttte!" Bakura said before mumbling something a lot like 'F-ing spell,'. Not even the spell dared to make the three comment to him.

"Nina's cute…but Carla, your fanny is a masterpiece!" Yami said suddenly as Nina blushed (Bakura frowned) while Carla was caught between looking pleased and slightly annoyed.

"Um, thank you?" Carla said confused (and happy).

Perhaps he would have been saved if he had kept his mouth shut. But he didn't.
"But I'll give your butt more than just a spanking when you turn seventeen," Yami said with a seductive smirk before turning as red as the tips of his hairs.

Carla, Nina, and Bakura: O.O…We did NOT just hear that.

"Pervert," Carla said shortly. "Perverted yet incredibly sexy!" she continued while hating her traitorous mind.

"Enough about that, doesn't anyone want to hear about my deathly fear of white bunny rabbits?" Bakura said before mumbling more obscenities.

"The mighty wittle Wakura is scared of cute, itty, bitty, bunny wabbits? But why, Wakura why?" Nina said teasingly.

"Age 12. Robbing some noble's tomb. Trap spell. Transformed me into a carrot. Transported me into the magical bunny land that is ACME Inc. You be a carrot for a week and see how you feel about those evil, demented, diabolic fiends from Hell!" Bakura cried becoming hysterical in the last part before curling into the fetal position and sucking his thumb.

"Bakura are you okay?" Nina asked worriedly.

"Shhhh…Bunny. Eviiiiilllll." Bakura whispered to Nina with a haunted look in his eyes. He rocked back and forth in the fetal position while he silently sucked his thumb.

"Any more secrets Bunny muffin man?" Yami said thoroughly enjoying this new side of Bakura.

"Well besides the whole world domination thing and stealing the Millennium Items… there is the one where my family was murdered-" Bakura started before biting his tongue till it bled. The three other teenagers decided to focus their attention on someone else.

"I'm deathly scared of heights, I nearly died from pneumonia at age five, I hae a crazy aunt who gives me presents thatput me in mortal peril,I saw my Yami naked and his butt's awesome…Hmmmmm, oh yeah I had a dream where I kil-" Carla said hating herself, but she absolutely refused to let her last secret out. Her closed her lips so tightly that all that came out was a muffled 'hm hami' whatever that meant.

"So? I ran around the palace butt-naked at age four, I ran into a poll in front of the nation at age 14, sad movies get me teary, I can't take a bath without my rubber ducky Albert (Carla: so that's where my old ducky went), and in my realistic dream I cheated on my-" Yami cover his hands with his mouth before he could continue.

"And?" Carla said curiosity instantly peaked at the word 'cheated'.

"mmhhhhhmmm chiiiiihhhhiiid mmm moo mmmhhheeeheee!" Yami said incoherently, lucky for him. All teenagers were preventing speech through various means as they walked down the sidewalk.

So that is how the brownie-loving slightly suicidal goody goody Nina, the Oprah-loving, oddly fashionable, and Bunny-hating Bakura, the height-phobia fiery Carla, and her perverted, rubber-ducky-loving emotional Yami found themselves stuck together for two weeks of uncensored, raw fun. One thing was sure...they'd put the Real World to shame.
But despite their differences all teenagers thought something along the same lines (in varying words of cursing):

It was going to be a loooooooong spring break.

Whew! I hope you liked the chapter! Well, I'm a bit disappointed in the blabbering part, but my inspiration is sort of at a low right now.

Which brings me to my point of saying that unless the reviews are numerous for more writing immediately…I'm going to take a break from this story, and rethink the plot line (most of these chapters arewritted fueledon spur-of-the-moment inspiration)

Cookies to all who reviewed and are currently reading this line:D

And as for the villains…heh, take a wild guess as to who they are.

So PLZ R R! Your reviews do make a difference!

Starlet36