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Summary: Ryou decides it is time for his yami to learn household appliances and other modern day technology. But when an accident happens, Yami Bakura, Marik, and Malik start to de-age. What could happen now?

2/20/05

(………) Yami thinking

/………/ Hikari thinking

'………' Normal thought

"………" Normal speech

:………….: spirits speech

(A/N:………) Author's Note

Chapter Thirteen

Yugi invited them all to sleep over for the weekend, and Ryou realized that it had been a full week with Bakura de-aging. It was now Friday night.

Everyone left to get stuff for the sleep over, and Ryou helped Yugi make a big dinner for their friends. Yami was watching TV, and Bakura was playing with the Jenga blocks again.

Bakura was lost in his thoughts though. He was upset about something, but couldn't remember what. Yami obviously didn't like him, and everyone else except Ryou, Joey, and Yugi were cautious around him and didn't trust him.

That made him feel horrible, and add to that the confusing and conflicting emotions he was feeling, he was quite upset.

:What is the matter:

Bakura blinked, looking around. He heard the voice. He know he did. And, somehow, it was familiar.

:You have not spoken to us in many years. You have forgotten us.:

Bakura blinked and focused on the foggy blur to his right, seeing the vague shape of a man there. Not enough to tell features, but enough to tell it is a man.

"Huh?" he asked intelligently.

:You had promised us rest and revenge. You have forgotten your promise.: The voce spoke again.

:He is young, again. Back to the age when the Tragedy first happened. We cannot blame him.: Another one spoke up, and Bakura got the sense it was defending him from the other voices that were now crowding him.

:That is no excuse to fail his promise.: The first replied.

:But it is.: The second protested.

Soon another chorus of voices spoke up.

:I do not blame him. He is a sweet child. Remember:

:Ai, he was a darling kid. It was a God's blessing that he survived the Tragedy.:

:Yes, I remember. Very well. No fault of his.: The first amended.

Bakura blinked, royally confused. These voices were familiar, he knew them, but couldn't place them.

:Why are you sad, little one: One of the kinder voices that had defended him spoke up.

"I don't know." He whimpered.

:It shall be fine. You speak with us again. You have ignored us.: Another whispered. Bakura sensed that there were five voices, two females and three males.

"I'm sorry?" He apologized, unsure of what he was apologizing for. He was just aware of doing something wrong.

:You cannot be blamed.: one of the female voices soothed.

:We shall be here to help you, young one.: Another chimed in.

Bakura had the feeling that this had happened before, when he was younger.

Wait, wasn't he young now?

Bakura was confused.

:It shall be clear, in time. But promise us, young one, promise us that when you are back to normal you won't forget us: One voice pleaded.

Bakura was about to answer, but another voice added in his feelings.

:We know you didn't mean to, but don't forget us again: There was such hope in the voice that Bakura, young as he was, couldn't help but agree.

"I promise." He said, feeling immensely comforted by his new five friends. "What are your names?" he asked. He couldn't refer to them as voices one through five.

:No names have we that we remember, young one.: One commented sadly.

"Oh." Bakura said, downhearted. He grinned. "I'll think of some! And Ryou will help!" He said happily.

The voices were satisfied and pleased that he was happy.

Bakura, happy again, went running into the living room as the front door opened to admit the first of the gang.

Soon everyone was bedding down in the living room, and Bakura was playing with Joey again.

"So, Bakura. What did you do while I was getting my stuff?" Joey asked conversationally to the sweet chibi in front of him.

"I made some friends!" Bakura said happily.

"Really? What kind of friends? Anyone I know?" Joey asked.

Bakura giggled. "No! You can't see them!" he waved at his five new friends, mere wisps of fog to his eyes, and nothing but air to anyone else's.

"So they're imaginary?" Joey asked, a bit confused, looking in the direction Bakura waved.

"No, they's real." Bakura replied.

"So the Tomb Robber is now seeing things?" Yami asked, coming over and staring down at the chibi.

"Yami, be nice," Yugi reprimanded. Yami shrugged, and continued glaring at the little Bakura, who was confused again.

:The Pharaoh…….: one of the voices hissed.

"My friends are real," Bakura defended. "And they know you." He stood up and glared right back at Yami.

"What do you mean, Bakura?" Joey asked, a little nervously.

"They knows him to be Pharaoh, and they don't like him." Bakura said, grinning for a moment back at his friends.

They were more defined than they had been, actually taking on features. They were murmering in the background, and Bakura couldn't understand what they were saying, but he knew they were angry.

"Are you sure, Bakura? I don't see anything," Ryou asked, glancing about.

But Ryou felt something, he was sure of it.

"That's because they is ghosts." Bakura said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Ghosts?" Joey cried, backing away and glancing around.

"Yep. They says they is from…." Bakura's small face contorted in concentration.

He smiled as he got it.

"They is from Kuru Eruna."

(End Chapter)

Sorry for the short chapter, but I've been very busy lately, getting stuff done for senior year and getting stuff sent to the college that accepted me, etc.

Thanks to all reviewers.