Well, I got over my writers block syndrome with a good night's rest so…….

Days two, three, four, five, etc, were a lot better. Those days focused more on Joey's fighting skills and how to control his gifts. Not only was training his powers quite effective, but he also found some latent abilities within him. Y'know, Joey never needed his gift much. He just did everything as a normal mortal would do. But Marik and Bakura would not tolerate that kind of attitude. "Take advantage of everything" they would say, with the major emphasis on the 'everything'.

He also got used to getting up at daybreak and he didn't mind eating like a king in his own opinion. Although he had to work for it, treats such as an hour off one day were very welcome. Not that Marik, with his clipboard and schedules, and Bakura, the hard-ass that would kick Joey's butt to the Indus River Valley and back, would spoil him. Oh, quite the contrary. He needed to be extra ready for the little mission they were training him for. They took pride in that boy. They even felt a little guilty that he may not make it out alive, but they made sure that no 'accidents' would happen.

Well, my point is that it was a hard week. But now things had calmed down quite a bit. It was late at night when Joey and Marik were crowded together on the bed cross-legged telling stories….yep……just like a GIRLS NIGHT OUT! But they didn't care. They talked about anything like…

"Well, all this week you've made major progress and I'm so proud of you! Oooooo I just want to squeeze you to death! Ahem, anyway, you certainly talk a lot about this 'Tristan' dude. So? What's he like? Hmm?"

"Well", Joey started off, "He's tall, spiked brown hair, handsome, kind, gentle, sweet, adventurous, and is quite the guy you-know-where…"

Marik started to drool, "Stop it! Make the godly images stop! What about his six pack? Does he even have one?"

Joey slapped Marik across the face. "How dare you think he wouldn't have a six pack! You could grate cheese on those!"

"Oh gods, he sounds so perfect! It's times like this when I hate being monogam- uh hi, love?" Marik had a rude interruption when he realized that Bakura was standing over him. "Uh, hehe, hi?"

Bakura faked a look that made him look like he was about to cry. "sniff sniff That's what you think of me? Well, I'm sure I can change that…."

Joey 'ooooooo-ed' and made noises about what Bakura had said, like on a talk show, until he got hit in the head twice

"Marik?"

"Yes, Bakura?"

"I need to talk with you in private. So say good night." Bakura whispered in a stern tone.

"Uh, sure. 'night Joey!"

"G'night Marik!"

The two walked out of the room and when the door shut they wandered down the halls a little further so that Joey would not spy. The taught him well, so those two wouldn't put it past him. Then they began to talk.

"Marik?"

"Yes? What is it? You seem worried. Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine. But about Joey…. Do you think one week of training is enough? I mean, this is dangerous what we're making him do."

Marik stared into Bakura's eyes deeply. "Look into my eyes and tell me that Joey won't make it out alive. I dare you. Listen, I have no concern whatsoever about Joey's success while we go on this little mission tomorrow. But, there is a but, what about his successful access into the palace? That is what I have a problem with. We taught him how to improvise, but being in an environment where one's power is diminished by over half, I don't think he'll get out alive." Marik's face was all screwed up from the anxiety he was causing himself.

"Ssh… it's all right. He'll be fine. You are worried and so am I. That's not normal for us, so I took the time to look ahead and as a graduation present, I got our little Joey this." He held out a necklace with a beautiful pendant hung gently on it. The pendant was a blue stone encased in intricately carved silver.

Marik gasped and tried to contain his excitement. "Oh gods, that's a…a…a…an AMPLIFIER! Where did you find this? It' beautiful! Where did you steal this?"

"I actually got it from a nearby village market. Idiot didn't know what it was so he only charged one measly gold piece for it. I pitied him so I really paid for something this time. Poor guy…"

"Well this changes everything! I feel soooooooooo much better now. You see? That's why I love you soooooooo much! You are the perfect guy and no one else is! You ROCK!" Marik squeezed his lover tight and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Ooooooooooooh, now I see. You are trying to make me forget that you were drooling over Joey's boyfriend. HAH! Fat chance!"

Marik began sniffling and his lip began to quiver.

"No no no no no no no no no NO! Please don't cry! Fine. We'll have some fun when Joey leaves" Bakura caressed Marik's cheek, which made him melt into his arms and pass out. "Well, guess this means I have to carry him to bed again tonight…."

In this time Joey was listening in the adjacent room. /hmmm… so… I get a present? Cool! I hope I don't blow it though. I hafta get to the Capitol even if it kills me! …….which it might….eek.../

Well hows that? This is soooooooo cool! I luv my powers as an authoress!

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THIS STORY WILL TAKE 4EVR SO DON'T EVN THINK ABOUT LEAVIN ME IN THE DARK

U READ IT ALL OR SO HELP ME!

Heehee…… its sux havin PMS….

Joey: TMI!

Yugi: my ears! My virgin ears!

Oh quit bein babies…