Disclaimer: I don't, and most likely never will, own Yu-Gi-Oh. In fact, there is no chance I ever will unless Kazuki Takahashi dies and I turn out to be his long lost American child.

A/N: Writer's block be damned! I don't care if I can't think of one frickin' thing to write about! I'm just gonna write this chapter an get it over with! That way, all of those poor people who are reading this story will actually get to see how it ends!

Chapter Thirteen

What are you doing, Kura? Ryou's mental voice was weak- and maybe even slightly annoyed.

I'm just letting the Pharaoh know we're here. See? It's just a little favor I'm doing for him so that he won't have to use those rusty Shadow Powers of his to try and sense me. Bakura replied. Ryou could practically here him smirking.

Right. Ryou said unconvincingly. I really believe that the arch enemy of the Pharaoh is really just trying to do him an innocent favor, and he's not really just trying to make a dramatic entrance. Like he always does… even though most of them aren't that dramatic.

Bakura glared. Stupid hikari.

Ryou smiled cheekily. But you know you love me.

Bakura ignored his lighter half's comment and waited for Yami's response.

It was an interesting situation that Tristen found himself in. Here he was, sitting in Seto Kaiba's limousine and heading towards the house of a friend whom he hadn't seen in a dozen years.

"We dere ye'?" he heard Joey ask. Joey was anxious to get there; Tristen could see the perspiration rolling down his temple, and he could sense his friend's discomfort.

"Yeah, Kaiba," he put in, "what's taking so long? I thought that this was gonna be a short drive."

He heard a frustrated sigh come from the young billionaire. "We should be arriving shortly." Kaiba said in an aggravated tone. "Tea-" Tristen could tell he was uncomfortable addressing her that way: almost as if he was a friend, "lives in an apartment building on the edge of town, room 247. Second floor."

For the first time Marik spoke. "Why'd you tell us first?" he asked, "Why didn't you tell the Pharaoh before us? Last I heard he had basically gone into a catatonic state. Bordering depressing and isolating himself."

Kaiba smirked knowingly. "I did tell him. I only called you after he had left my office."

"Wha!" Joey exclaimed. "Ya bastard! I'm gonna kill ya as soon as I get ma hands on ya!"

Tristen held his friend back, and turned to Kaiba. "Why didn't you tell us that you told the Pharaoh?" he asked. There was no reason for Kaiba to hide anything from them.

Kaiba smirked again. "You never asked."

It took Yami a moment to register what had happened. "Tomb Robber?" he asked. He hadn't seen Bakura in years, and he had assumed that he was still trapped in the Shadows after their duel on the blimp.

"The one and only." Bakura replied. "Then again," he said sarcastically, "I suppose that- since Ryou's my reincarnation- there are two of me. But, hey, who's counting?"

That was odd. Bakura hadn't tried to kill him yet. This new world was very strange…

"Kura?" A voice broke Yami's train of thought. For a moment, he didn't recognize the voice, then he registered it as Rirsi, Ryou's younger brother. "What're you doing here? Did something happen to Ryou?"

Rirsi's voice showed concern. He obviously cared a lot for his brother. And he obviously could tell the difference between him and the Tomb Robber.

"No, Raku Jr.," Bakura replied, "nothing's wrong with the hikari. We just decided that it would be a good idea to try to come and stop you from interrogating Tea. You know, if you do anything wrong she's going to take it out on me."

Yami was now deeply immersed in confusion. Raku Jr.? Where the hell did that nickname come from?

Bakura noticed his blank stare and smirked. "Want me to help clarify? Rakuru was my younger brother's name. Rirsi here's his reincarnation." He patted Rirsi's hair affectionately. "Luckily, he wasn't turned into the wuss Ryou was."

Yami could now see Ryou's spirit form outside of the Ring. Wuss? Come on, Kura! Don't you love me anymore?

Course, pet. Bakura replied. But you're still a wuss.

Hm. Bakura and Ryou. Ryou and Bakura. For some reason that didn't sound quite as disgusting as he had thought it would. Then again, he had kind of thought that there was something going on between them…

"Okay, now I'm really confused." Kida's voice brought them all back to the original subject. "I want to know what the hell you're talking about, and I wanna know NOW!"

"Watch your language, young lady!" Tea scolded her. "You're eleven years old, and do not need to use such profanity!"

Wow. This was a side of Tea Yami and never seen. And for some reason he found it very attractive.

"Alright, Mom. Sheash, don't have a heart attack on me!" Kida had apparently lost her composure somewhere along the way. Goodbye nice, mature young lady, and hello girl who is approaching her teenage years. "Just, please, tell me what's going on."

Tea sighed. "I guess we really did get off the subject…"

And at that exact moment in time the door decided it would be fun to burst open.

A man with shoulder-length blond hair rushed into the room. Two other men followed him. One was extremely tall and had chestnut brown hair; he didn't seem too excited about being there. The other had darker brown hair that ended in a strange point; he was about the same height as the blond, but had a look to him that made you automatically think 'loser'.

After them four others followed. Two women: one looked shy and the other kind of looked like a hooker; two men: both were very hot, one looked kind of dice themed, and the other looked like the kind of guy who could be Hollywood's hottest bachelor.

All in all they kind of reminded Kida of the Scooby Gang.

"Tea?" the blond questioned. His eyes came to the rest of the group. "Yami? Bakura?" He paused for a moment. "Uh… Mini Bakura? Lil' girl copy a da Pharaoh?"

She glared at him, "Kida."

"Righ'…" he mumbled. His eyes turned back towards Tea. "Hey, Tea… is dere some sorta reunion goin' on ere dat I di'n't know 'bout?"

Tea let out a small laugh, and a bitter smile touched her lips. "No, Joey." She said. "There isn't. It's just a lot of people who picked the same day to start asking questions."

A/N: Ha ha: another short chapter! And something not so shocking, I still want a ton of reviews for no good reason other than the fact that I'm a greedy, selfish girl! Ain't that wonderful?