Thanks for the reviews guys! Let's see… that's pie for CrimsonFaeSorceress, Knight-Goddess, Atemu's Lover, and ShadowDarknessDragon. Enjoy! (hands pie) Oh, and SDD: Yeah I know that Malik is the hikari. But the problem is, I just figured it out like three days ago. I hope nobody minds if I keep the names the same. But anywho, so Bakura, Atem, and Malik are now taking care of Mokuba. But did you notice that someone else is still in the house? Gasp! Spooky. (wind howls through trees and a full moon comes out, revealing Tristan to be a werewolf)

Joey: Aha! I knew it!

Yugi: That was… strange.

Tristan: Darn. I thought the curse was broken. Serenity, kiss me and I will become your Prince Charming!

Serenity kisses Tristan and the curse is broken. They ride away in a pumpkin carriage and live happily ever after in Hobbiton.

Bakura: Hmmm…

Yes, well, anyway. Can somebody read the disclaimer for me? Pretty please?

Everyone: …

IF YOU DON'T YOU SHALL ALL DIE A TERRIBLE HORRIBLE DEATH AT THE HAND OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER!

Anakin: Ahahahahahahahahaha!

Atem: No, no, no. It's Muahahahahahahahahaha! Get it right.

Anakin: I apologize. Now come, and I shall teach you the ways of the Force. (gets smacked by the Sith Lord) Ouch. I mean umm, the infernal ways of the Sith and evilness yet to come. Yeah…

Atem: Sweet.

Bakura: I'm coming too!

(Bakura and Atem go with Anakin to become members of the Sith)

Will somebody ELSE read the disclaimer?

Yugi: I'll read it PADA.

Aww, how cute. Thanks Yugi, you're the best.

Yugi: PADA does not own Yugioh or Star Wars, which was mentioned above. If she owned any of them, I would shoot myself, ask Malik to send me to the Shadow Realm, have Joey's Red Eyes Black Dragon eat me, hang myself and begged to be whipped with a cat of nine tails.

…. … … … Gee, thank you so much Yugi. That was incredibly congenial of you…

Yugi: (cheerily) Your welcome!

Anyway, now that I am scarred for life... heheh… umm on goes the story…

Chapter Eight: Mokuba's New Teachers

Mokuba, Atem, Malik, and Bakura are all sitting in the front room, looking over the school books.

"So, this is math, huh?" Atem says, flipping through one.

Mokuba looks over his shoulder. "Uh, no. That's my english book."

Atem blushes and sets the book down. "Yes, well. Close enough…"

Malik snickers. "Smart one, Pharaoh."

"Shut it."

"SO Anyway! What do you start with first." Bakura asks, wanting to get this over with.

"My science." replies Mokuba, holding up another book.

Malik blinks. "Science ey… Oh, look what time it is! It's 7:53! I'm gonna go start breakfast." He hurries out of the room.

"Stupid baka…" growls Bakura.

"Uh, yeah. So what are you learning in science?" Atem asks.

"The periodic table."

"Really? What grade are you in?"

"I don't really know, but I'm about twelve so I think it's seventh." (a/n: I'm making him 12 in here. Everybody's a bit older since I'm saying the whole Yugioh show is done. For example, I'm making Yugi 16, Joey 17, Kaiba 19, etc etc. Mostly I'm making up the ages but moving on…)

"Right. Ok, so what are these little symbols?"

Mokuba looks at Atem. "You don't know? Well, how are you supposed to teach me anything then?"

Atem shrugs. "That's what I told your brother."

"Let's just watch TV then." Bakura flips on the set.

"Argh! You know how to work that too? Dammit!" Atem growls.

"Haha! The Pharaoh doesn't know any modern day technology!"

"Mmghf… whoah. Did you here that?"

Bakura doesn't look up. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to "here." Please press one to leave a message. Press two to learn how to speak. Press three to be smacked across the head. Or you may just hang up and try again later."

Atem sighs. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That!"

"What?"

"THAT NOISE!"

"Oh, that noise. Well, you should specify yourself next time. But no, I didn't hear anything."

Atem is fuming. "Must. Remember. Anger. Management. Policies…" he mutters through clenched teeth. He goes up to Yoshi (don't own Nintendo) and kicks him half way across the country of Slovakia.

Mokuba walks up to him. "Woah, how did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Kick Yoshi across Slovakia?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we live in Japan."

"You're point being…"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"… … … what?"

"You just said you don't know!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just right now! You said I don't know! Why did you say that?"

Mokuba looks confused. "Uh, I don't know what you mean, dude."

"Just right now! Do you not remember? Come on!"

Mokuba pats Atem on the shoulder. "It's ok Atem. Everything will be all right. Just calm down." He walks away while Atem stands with a bewildered look on his face.

"Hey! Breakfast is ready!" Malik calls from the kitchen.

They go in to see what he made. Bakura gags from the smell.

"Holy monkey pie! What the heck did you make?" Atem asks while covering his nose.

"Sausage, oatmeal, and fried zucchini !" Malik grins as he plops the mixture onto a plate. He hands it to Atem.

Atem pushes it away. "No! I will not eat such vileness!"

"Uh, Malik. Why did you mix the three together?" asks Mokuba.

"Well, I hadn't planned on it. They were on separate plates, but then it all fell to the floor. I just figured if I mixed it together, it would look better."

"SUFFACATING! CAN'T BREATHE! THE STENCH!" Bakura grabs an oxygen tank and inhales.

"Well, that's great Malik. But did you forget that we have to eat it?" Mokuba tells him, a little perplexed.

"Of course not! Here you go, eat up!" Malik shoves some of the "food" into Atem's mouth.

They all look at the former Pharaoh. At first he keeps a straight face, but after about five seconds, he starts to turn green.

"Hey, you ok?" asks Mokuba.

Atem nods yes. However, he suddenly falls to the floor and start twitching in nausea while gasping in short breaths. He lies still for a moment, then jumps off the ground and runs to the bathroom.

Bakura and Malik bust up laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! That was great Malik! Good show, good show!" Bakura and Malik high-five each other.

Mokuba frowns. "C'mon guys. Treat him a bit nicer."

"Ah, he needs to lighten up! After all, he's not the pharaoh anymore. He should learn how to take a joke." Malik snickers.

Atem comes back in with a look of repulsion on his face. "That was not funny, you degraded and loathsome crap bucket. I could have died."

"Oh well."

Atems scowls.

"Come on, Mokuba. Let us go learn this wonderful thing called "history"." Bakura and Mokuba go back to the front room (did that make sense?). Atem and Malik follow.

"So," says Atem when they sit down. "What kind of history is this?"

"Um, American history." Mokuba replies.

"…ok. American history huh? And we are in Japan. But I guess that evens out with me kicking Yoshi across the Slovakian border. What's this?" Atem points to a picture in the history book.

"That's Abraham Lincoln. He was the 16th president of the United States and was president during the Civil War, which was a war between the northern U.S., called the Union, and the southern U.S., called the Confederacy. He was president of the Union. The president of the Confederacy was Jefferson Davis. The Civil War lasted four years, even though people thought it would only last two months. The total number of deaths in the Civil War are almost as much as all other American wars combined, causing it to be the United States' bloodiest war. It lasted from April 12, 1861 to April 9, 1865. About three million Americans fought in it. Homes were destroyed as were cities. It was fought at first to restore the Union, but as time went on, it was fought to free all slaves and stop slavery. Eventually, the Union won, and slavery became illegal. But anyway, Abraham Lincoln was the 16th president of the United States, if that's what you wanted to know." Mokuba suddenly stops. He looks around at the three yamis.

Atem stares at him. "O…k…"

Bakura raises an eyebrow. "Doesn't he already know everything he needs to?"

Malik nods and shuts the book. "Well, that was great. Now, moving on-"

Crash!

Mokuba jumps up. "What was that?"

"Well it sounded like a crash, but you never know. I could be wrong." Bakura responds.

Malik walks over to the hallway. "HEY! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at school!"

Marik comes out. "Yeah, well. You're supposed to be dead, but do you hear me complaining?"

"Yes…"

He shrugs. Atem grabs him. "Hey leggo!"

"Why aren't you at school?"

"Cause I don't wanna go! That's why!"

"Right, I see. Well you have to, so move it."

Marik looks to his yami for help, but Malik just grins evily.

"Fine, I'll go. Whatever. The day's half over anyway." Marik walks out the door, kicking Malik in the shin on the way out.

"OUCH! He'll pay for that…" growls Malik.

Atem sighs. Bakura suddenly grabs a knife and wittles out a wooden figure in about three seconds. He places it on the ground, then carves another. Making them face each other, he starts talking.

"Hello Bob. Hello George. Bob and George are going through a walk in the park. Doo doo doo doo doo…" Bakura moves the figures to make it look like they are walking. "Suddenly, they hear a sound. 'What's that?' they wonder. The sound gets louder, and then-" He pulls a chainsaw out from behind his back. "The world's most evil villain, Mr. Texas Chainsaw Massacre Man, comes and attacks them! 'Save me! Save me!' they cry. But alas, their pleas for help were of no avail. Their heads are chopped off and they writhe on the ground in their own blood, which is splurting out everywhere. But their disembodied heads go on a rampage…" He slices off the heads and makes them fly around. "…and kill everything in their path. They destroy cities and crowds of men, women, and even children. The streets are stained with the blood of the innocent peasants. Then Bob and George live happily ever after." Bakura pauses, then sets the wooden "heads" on the ground.

Atem stares at him, his eye twitching. He looks up at the clock and sighs. 'Five more hours till the others come home…' he think. 'Five more hours…'

Heh heh heh. That was fun. Anyway, please review! I'll continue after 2-3 more reviews. Oh, and concerning the Civil War part: I can't believe I remembered that much about it. We're learning about it in school right now, along with this two week Washington DC trip we took in March, so I just decided to vent my knowledge. Fun. Well, I guess that's what happens when you're in eighth grade, which is by the way, the grade I am in. As of now, that is. In two months I will be in HIGH SCHOOL! Now I have a question. Is it weird to like Yugioh in high school? I don't know. See you next chapter, or something like that…