Her Sweetness: Heh heh. To answer a certain reviewer-girl's question, I may hint at a pairing at the end or something, but there will be no blunt "I love YOU!"s to speak of. LOL. (Yes, I am a certified Yaoi Fangirl.)

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Something Stupid This Way Comes

Part Two of Three:

"You look really retarded, Yami."

"Do not! I look like my hikari!"

"… My point, exactly."

"Stop that!" Yami screeched and attacked the other darkness that was sitting on the couch and as they both rolled onto the floor, shouting insults at each other, the third yami walked into the living room from the hallway, looking down at them.

"Aw, how cute."

"Shut up, Marik." Bakura frowned, kicking the ex-pharaoh off of him, "And just what are you supposed to be?"

Marik narrowed his eyes at Yami who was dusting himself off, "I swear, there's nothing that you can make a costume out of in this house! But, I raided Yugi's closet and found these Dark Magician pajamas, so I cut those feet off of it and put it on."

"You shouldn't be going through Yugi's things!"

"You look like someone put you in a can of Yugi. You look messed up." Bakura scoffed.

"Oh yeah? And what are you, then Bakura?"

He pointed to the small, pink tiara on his head, "I'm a fairy princess."

"…"

"…"

When both yamis failed to speak, Bakura blushed and twirled a lock of silver hair around his finger, "W-Well, I couldn't think of anything! And it seemed like a good idea at the time… W-What about Yami? Aren't you gonna make fun of him?"

Marik blinked and turned to see the teen, all dressed in his normal attire, though there was still one thing wrong. Marik then noted that Yami had smashed a large pumpkin over his head. There were no eye-cut-outs, just a leather-clad body and a pumpkin taking place of the head.

"… Actually, that doesn't look half bad, Yami. Now I don't have to see your ugly face! Ha!"

"Grr! Shut up!" He growled, sulking.

They all stood there for a moment, looking at each other and themselves. (Well, technically Yami couldn't see, but you get the picture.)

"… Our costumes are rather sad."

"Yeah."

"Uh-huh."

"… Okay! Let's go Baby-eating!" Bakura announced, running out of the house and bouncing onto the lawn. Marik and Yami followed him, and the next thing they new they were out in the night, surrounded by children who were going to different houses and distant yells of 'Trick-or-treat'.

Marik looked around, "So how do we go about doing this?"

"Hmm… I've got it! Okay, we'll just hide behind things and when a bunch of kids come up; we jump out and grab them!"

"That's a good idea. Heh. Bet I can eat more kids than you can."

"Oh, yeah right! Marik, you don't have the stomach for it. Kids are rough and they don't go down too easy, you can't beat me."

He grinned, "Yes, I can! Wanna have a contest?"

"Sure, you're on! Whoever eats more kids before ten o' clock, wins. Sound good?"

"Sounds great."

"That's horrible!" Yami shouted, crossing his arms, "Well, I won't do it."

"Fine, Yami, then you don't have to. You can just keep score. Alright?"

"But--"

"Let's go!"

Before any of them could do anything, a young boy that seemed around the age of seven, dressed in a Ninja Turtle costume, came hoping over to the Darkness trio and held up his bag of candy and shouted, "Trick-or-treat!"

Marik and Bakura grinned at each other.

Yami had heard the boy's voice nearby and ran around in circles, trying to find him, "No! No, run away! Run away! Leave, before you're eat--" He ran smack into an oak tree and fell onto the ground, his pumpkin smashed all over his face.

The little boy frowned, "… He's a dork, y'know."

"Yeah, we know." The yamis echoed before Marik took this opportunity to jump on the boy and wrestle him to the ground while he cried out and begged for his mother. When Marik had successfully subdued the child, he was sitting on the boy's back and had twisted his arm up in the air and was currently gnawing on it.

"N-No…! L-Lemme go, please…! Mommy…"

"Quiet, you." Marik glared down whilst leaving teeth marks in the boy's flesh, "Resistance is futile, and besides that, I'm trying to enjoy eating you."

"No!" He shrieked.

Bakura shook his head, "No, no. Marik, your form is all wrong! You have to dig your fangs counterclockwise or else you won't get the taste you want. Here, like this." He then took the boy's hand and showed Marik how to do it the 'correct' way.

Marik nodded, "Wow, you're really good."

"Damn straight, I was the best at this kinda thing back in Egypt."

"I… want to go… home." Came a slightly disturbed and all-agitated voice from right beside the two. They looked up to see Yami, face all covered in the remains of a smashed pumpkin and a disapproving look on his face.

"We never left your front yard, you dunce. And we're not done Baby-eating!" Marik countered, but looked down at the boy's body, "But this one isn't going down too easy, it might take a while for me to finish him."

"Well, we don't have that much time. We can throw him in the house to wait, I'm sure nobody'll mind."

"I mind!" the boy shouted.

Marik tore off the boy's fingernail with his canines and, besides a horrible yelp of pain, the boy was silent. Bakura helped Marik pick him up and they opened the front door to the Game Shop again and threw him inside, locking the door after them.

"W-What are you two doing?" Yami gaped at them as they smiled at one another, "You kidnapped him!"

"No, we didn't." Marik shook his head, "Yami, just think of your house as… our Baby-eat bag. We can't carry these kids on our backs throughout the neighborhood, right? And we can't eat them out in the street, 'cause it'd take a while. So, here's our solution!"

"Well, I don't like it! You're going to get us in trouble!"

"Oh, shut up. Let's do some more Baby-eating."

"But--"

Bakura simply smacked Yami, making him cry, and turned out to the street, pointing at a mother and five of her little ghost and ghouls who were hopping around her, with full trick-or-treat bags. "There's a few!"

Marik smirked and they both ran into the bushes, awaiting the group who was just down the street and coming up quickly. Yami pouted and sighed, deciding that if he couldn't put a stop to this madness, he'd just have to wait it out and hope that not too many people are injured or psychologically maimed.

So Yami ducked behind the bushes with the other two and said, quietly, "What are we supposed to do?"

"Aha, so you've finally decided to join us, eh?" Bakura asked.

"No! No, I just want to know what you're doing…"

"Well, then you're about to get a grade-A lesson in Baby-eating, Yami." Marik moved the leaves from the bushes to where they could see the group of six now fully in front of them.

"Mommy, can we hit that house next?"

"No…"

"What about that one?"

"That one over there has great candy! My friend told me!"

"Nuh-uh!"

It was apparent that they were wearing on the ladies nerves and Marik quickly reached out and grabbed a little boy from the mother's side. A yelp was all that was heard before Bakura grabbed the girl who had been walking next to him. And after three more snatches, the mother looked around, not hearing any more little cries of wanting and nagging.

She blinked, "Oh my god… I'm FREE! FREE, I tell ya! Yahoo!" She ran down the street jumping up and clicking her heels until she was seen no more.

After she had gone, the taller yamis got up from the bushes, a fresh batch of children in their hands, "What an oddly happy woman."

"Hey, Yami, do us a favor and put these kids in the house." Marik ordered and put two of the children he held into Yami's arms.

He squeaked, "What! Marik, w-why give them to me?"

"Because you're an idiot." Bakura answered, dropping the other three on top of him. They cried louder and louder at the fact that they were being handled by strange men and Yami tried to shush them, but they kicked him and he shouted, "DARNIT! Will you two help me?"

"Hmm… No! Ha ha!" They had a hardy laugh at Yami's expense as he wrestled with the children and finally got them inside the house, locking the door after them.

"This is very bad." Yami panted.

Bakura grinned again and got an idea which he told to Marik, which triggered his own grin. Yami asked what was happening, but they ignored him and walked out into the street, following two girls about the ages of twelve as they approached a house and rung the doorbell.

"Trick-or-treat!"

Marik and Bakura were standing right behind the two giggling females and heard a call from inside the house of an old woman saying, "C-Coming…! I'm coming…!"

Yami had walked up behind the two and whispered, "What are you--"

Bakura frowned, kicking him in the shin and then lunged foreword, grabbing one of the girls and putting his hand over her mouth to muffle her shocked screams and Marik did the same with the other. They dragged them, kicking and screaming into the bushes by the house and Yami stood on the porch, eyes wide and jaw hanging.

"W-Wait a minute! You guys!" He began, but before he could go in after them, the door opened revealing an old woman in a walker with a bowl in her hand. She looked at Yami and smiled.

"What an adorable outfit…!" She cooed, "You're mimicking a gay man quite well."

"What?" Yami's expression turned to that of confusion and bewilderment.

"Well, here you go." She reached into the bowl and instead of pulling out candy, she handed the ex-pharaoh a dictionary and a ruler. "Have a swell time…" And shut the door.

He starred at his two gifts, "…"

"Hey, Yami!" Bakura's head popped out of the bush, "Come here! You should see all the good candy these girls have! One of them even has edible panties!"

Marik voice was muffled, "You can't have those, they're mine!"

"Are not!"

Yami sighed.

TBC…

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