Hi people. I made some mistakes in my last chapter. My finger went to the wrong spot and instead of 7L it was 6L. Make sure you review!

Nuha- Thank you for reviewing! Love the compliment! (Note to self: Do not send evil army of mushrooms to Nuha)

Fan of Fan Fic- I haven't thought about taking requests, but since you're such a cool writer…I'll stick Arty in with Kaiba and they could be evil work associates ATTEMPTING to rule the world. Thank j00!

Ethereal Light- Hiyoz! If you like, I could put our gang in it. I sent you an e-mail with an extract of my third book, Worth Fighting For. Please read and reply! And yeah, I could put Lard in a vat of boiling oil, then set fire to him…but that's too un-painful. So I'll think of something…

Previously on Yu-Gi-Oh: Alex Rider gets transported to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh, and Mrs Jones is threatening Blunt with a shotgun she borrowed from the author.

Yu-Gi-Oh music plays, blah blah blah, it shows you Yami, Yugi, Yami with a tan and EARRINGS, (actually he looks kinda spiffy with a tan and earrings) Kaiba, Tea, Tristan, Joey, Dartz, whatever.

Location: MI6

"We are going to check 7L out," Mrs Jones said. "Agreed?"

"Agreed," Blunt agreed.

"Good, now can I have my gun back?" the author yelled through the hole where the lock originally was. "I need it to complete my collection."

"What kind of collection is it?" Blunt asked curiously.

"My collection of evil and very dangerous weapons! I've got a thousand of each, even if I only brought a teeny-weeny bit of my collection here…now gimme the shotgun or I'll activate the bomb I stuck in your office! It's plastic explosives, and I've got the detonator right here!"

"Um…okay…are you going to follow us to Australia?" Mrs Jones demanded.

"Duh!" came the reply, then "YAY!" (Mrs Jones had shoved the shotgun back under the door.)

"Well, you have to pay for your own aeroplane ticket!" Blunt yelled.

"NO I DON'T!" the author shouted through the hole in the door. "Because I can take you to Australia for free, and in less than ten seconds!"

"Prove it!" Blunt sneered.

"Wanna bet?" came the reply.

"I'll bet you one of those flashbang grenades!"

"Yawn. Got a thousand of 'em!"

Blunt stared at the hole. "So that's why most of our stock of flashbang grenades disappeared," he muttered. "A Sig 9mm pistol?"

"Nup."

"Mk 6 combat helmet?"

"Nope."

"A 9mm MP5."

"Ooh. I need just one more…okay!"

Two seconds, later, Blunt blinked. "What the meh?"

He and Mrs Jones were standing next to a large pile of artillery and a small girl of around thirteen was doing a victory dance, laughing evilly. "HAHA!" she laughed evilly. "I get my last 9mm MP5!"

"Oh, shi-" Blunt started to say, but Mrs Jones seized a gun (a Belgian-made FN semi-automatic pistol) and bashed it over his head.

"Ouch," Blunt said, and toppled over. Amazing. He was the head of MI6 and 'Ouch' was his last word. Oh, teh horror! (yes, it's TEH)

It was only then Mrs Jones realized she and Blunt were wearing T-shirts, sun block, and those hats with corks hanging off 'em (for the flies) and SHORTS. She had never worn shorts in her life. "ARGH!" Mrs Jones screamed, and started racing around.

The thing was, she was in the middle of a playground. People were staring at the big pile of artillery, and the eccentric girl who was dancing around the big pile of artillery and the grey man who looked dead and the woman who was racing around yelling "ARGH!" (The thing is, this is James Ruse Agricultural High School. I actually go to North Sydney Girls High, but I'm using James Ruse 'cos I'm sticking the guys in my old OC class in it. Just for fun. And James Ruse isn't in Hurstville…but I only stuck it here 'cos I live here.)

A teacher came along and stared at the girl doing the victory dance. (a.k.a the author. Or me.) "Where did you get all these weapons from?" she demanded.

The author stopped and glared at the teacher. "Okay. You have just disrupted my big victory dance. And that is a big no-no. For that, I will now kill you. Now…what weapon should I use…? I know! A commando knife! Huzzah!" (In case you're wondering, I'm not Christian. I just like the word huzzah.) (If you're wondering what I'm talking about, 'Huzzah' means 'Hallelujah.') The author snatched up one of her thousand commando knives, and stabbed the teacher seven times. Students started screaming, but then the author got annoyed and pulled out her own Powerbook and started typing. The students all fell down and started snoring. Which was just as well for the three boys (otherwise known as Botong, Bryan, and Sidney) who were attempting to steal samples of artillery for themselves. If they had taken some…let's just say that a large army of evil mushrooms would have come along…

Location: Egyptian Desert (yeah, I know, totally uncreative. So sue me. Because if you do…expect some mushrooms…)

"STOP SINGING!" Yami yelled at Joey.

Joey stopped singing. "Hey, Yug-"

"Shut up!" Yami snapped. "The name Yug is a no-no! You either address me as Pharaoh or Yami or Atem!"

"Atem?"

Tristan and Joey chorused at the same time, "HAHAHAHA!"

"Oh, shi-" Yami started to say, but Tea grabbed Joey and bashed Yami and Joey's heads together.

"OWEE!" they both yelled. "Tea, what's your problem?" (Or, in Joey's case it was "OWEE! Daya, whad's your problem?"

"Not my fault!" she pouted. "The meanie author made me do it because this story is supposed to be K+ rated, and if you swear it goes up to T."

The author appeared beside Tea and bashed the barrel of a shotgun over her head. "No calling me meanie!" Then she disappeared again.

Location: Australia

"Where did you go?" Blunt asked the author.

"Nowhere," she said automatically.

Location: Egyptian Desert

"I swear I just saw some little munchkin girl bash Daya over da head with da barrel of a shotgun," Joey said.

The 'little munchkin girl' appeared again and bashed Joey over the head with the same shotgun. Then she disappeared.

Tristan and Yami stared at each other. "Who the hell was that?" they asked at the same time.

"That was the author," Alex supplied oh-so-very-helpfully.

"Oh," Tristan and Yami said at the same time.

"She's mean," Yami said. "Sorry!" he yelled before the author could appear again.

"No she's not," Alex said oh-so-very-helpfully. "She's just got anger management problems. And there's also the fact that she's eccentric."

"Oh," Tristan and Yami said at the same time.

"But she made me reveal my true name!" Yami fumed dramatically. "I do not like the name Atem!"

Tristan started laughing again. Yami glared at him. "Yami was the name of my pet cat…"

Tristan fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face with mirth. He started to pound the sand with his fist, roaring with laughter.

"NOT FUNNY!" Yami yelled at Tristan.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" was the only reply he got.

"If you really want to know, Yami died, and then I got transported to YOUR pathetic world, and I didn't like the name Atem, and I liked the name Yami, so I called myself Yami!"

"Why the hell did you call yourself Yummy?" Alex asked.

Yami grabbed a handful of sand and threw it in his face. "So that's how Yami disappeared! You ate him!"

"Whadda?" Alex asked, wiping sand off his face.

Yami smacked his own forehead. Which was a bit difficult, since he had to pull out some girly clips and clip back those nasty blonde bangs. (Actually, I think they look kinda cute on him. ;) ) THEN he could smack his own forehead. Alex stared at him, then burst out laughing.

"What?" Yami asked defensively. "It's not my fault that I have to use these girly clips."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Alex yelled, laughing his head off. (The only thing was, his head didn't fall off)

Just then, Joey sat up. "Hey Atem!"

"NO ATEM!" Yami roared at Joey. "AUTHOR! GIMME YOUR SHOTGUN!"

Location: Australia

"I hate it when she just disappears," Mrs Jones grumbled to the dead (but unconscious-looking) Blunt. She kicked Blunt. "Hey, wake up! Stop playing dead!"

Location: Egyptian Desert

"Here ya go." The author gave Yami her shotgun. "But if you use some bullets, you gotta pay me back!" (If the speaking is a bit weird, I'm writing it down as how I speak. If you live in the land of Oz (and no, not the land with a cowardly lion and a wizard and a dog called Toto) then you'll know what I'm ranting about)

Yami grinned. "But how do you take out the bullets?" Via (finally I get to use me name) (Actually, it's not my real name but what the heck) showed him, and Yami turned to Joey while the author disappeared again with a crack like Dobby the house-elf disapparating, because she had gotten bored of just disappearing. (If you live on planet Earth then you'll know which Dobby I'm talkin' about.)

"Okay," Yami said to Joey. "Let's play a game!"

"YAY!" Joey said. "I like games. He hopped up. "What are we playing?"

"Follow-the-leader," Yami said.

"Follow-the-leader," Joey said.

"I'm gonna be the leader," Yami said.

"I'm gonna be the leader," Joey said.

Yami had left the bullets out of the shotgun. He aimed the muzzle at his right ear, and pulled the trigger. Joey copied him, only with an imaginary shotgun.

Yami stuck the shotgun behind his back and started putting the bullets back in. Joey SHOULD have been confused, but he was so dumb he just went along with it, putting his back to Yami. Yami handed Joey the shotgun. Joey handed Yami his imaginary shotgun. Yami pretended to shoot himself again, and Joey copied him.

He blasted out his brains…but Joey's left handed, so he blasted out his brains onto Yami. "YUCKY!" Yami yelled, jumping up and down. "Oh well…I'll just change clothes with Tea!"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?" Tristan shouted, glaring at Yami. "YOU JUST KILLED ONE OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS!"

"I DO NOT HAVE BEST FRIENDS!" Yami yelled back. "I AM THE PHARAOH!" He struck a pose. He said in an undertone, "Ooh, I'd always wanted to do that one…"

"Lame-o," Alex said. "That's James Bond. Arnold Schwarzenegger's pose is cooler!" He struck the Arnold Schwarzenegger pose. "SEE?" he declared.

"Poor Joey!" Tristan yelled.

"He was stupid," Yami said. "He called me Atem!"

"SO?" Tristan argued.

"NO ONE CALLS ME ATEM!"

"I will. At-" Yami hit Tristan over the head with the shotgun. Unfortunately, the safety catch was off…and Tristan's brains blasted out all over Alex. Alex started to cry. "You're a meanie! You ruined my best clothes!"

Yami raised an eyebrow. Alex was wearing a black and brown T-shirt with the tiniest of all patches of white in it, and jeans that were practically shorts. Both items of clothing smelled like a gorilla's armpit. A very, very stinky gorilla's armpit. His feet were clad in shoes worn by the Dung Brigade in Quentaris…Now where did that come from? Yami wondered.

Yami yelled to seemingly no one in particular: "I WANT SOME DRESSING ROOMS!"

The author had tired of disappearing and appearing, it seemed, because some dressing rooms just appeared, instead of the author. So, either the author had somehow changed into dressing rooms, or she had made these dressing rooms appear. Yami voted for the latter. He picked up Tea, and dragged her into the dressing rooms. He stole her little skirty (don't worry, she was wearing shorts underneath) and T-shirt (don't worry, she had a tube top underneath) bangles, pink socks with cute little fuzzy ducklings on them, earrings (yes, Yami had his ears pierced. He just wasn't wearing any earrings at this time) and shoes. Then he dressed up Tea in his mucky red clothing, and dragged her back out of the dressing rooms. He left the shotgun back inside the dressing rooms.

"Okay, I'm finished! And I've given back your shotgun! And I owe you one shotgun bullet!"

"What the meh?" a very familiar feminine voice said.

Yami looked up and gaped at the person.

Okay. You're wondering who da feminine voice person is…just read the next chapter.