Author's note: Okay, I know, I know. I took forever to update and I deserve to be hit in the head with a baseball bat. But I have an excuse! Sort of. Well, first I was at the end of the school year, and there were finals to study for and last minute papers to write and projects to complete. And then I had writer's block. And then I tried to write this through the writer's block, which helped un-block me but didn't produce one of my better pieces of work. So then I had to gather the courage to actually upload this thing due to the fact that it's not the best chapter I've ever written. I do plan to continue this story, but please forgive the amount of time it took to update, the shortness of this chapter, and any other errors I may have. Thanks for your reviews, though!

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I glanced over at the former pharaoh, or at least, what I could see of him. His spiked locks peeked over the edge of the map he held open, and though I couldn't see them, I knew his eyes were darting wildly over the surface of the paper. I merged into the right-hand lane, coasting lazily down the exit ramp towards a random town in Illinois. Somehow or another, he managed to sense the fact that I had driven off the agreed-upon route, and looked up suspiciously.

"Bakura…pull over. I'm driving again."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled darkly. "Calm down, Pharaoh, it's just a quick detour. We'll be back on the interstate soon enough. Besides, this will give you time to figure out where the hell we are." He narrowed his eyes further and glared. "We are not lost."

"You just keep telling yourself that." I spun the wheel sharply, cutting off a couple of minivans and causing a Firebird to crash into a tree. I glanced over to the passenger seat and noticed a rather shocked expression on the face of my fellow traveler. He blinked in disbelief as I pulled into a Taco Bell drive through, becoming livid as his shock at my driving passed. The angry face was rather hot, actually…not that I was interested or anything…

"Tomb robber, are you insane? You can't leave the scene of an accident!"

I smirked. "I can if I'm hungry."

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"Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order?"

"Yeah, are you allowed to serve raw meat or is that against some stupid mortal health code?" Bakura tapped his pale fingers against the steering wheel as he spoke, not really appearing as if he cared one way or another about the answer. There was an expression of idle boredom in his eyes, which could manifest itself as trouble at random, as I knew all too well. Though he was being sneakily low-key about it, the thief was definitely in a cheerfully malevolent sort of mood as he argued with the drive-through attendant.

"I'm sorry, sir, but for the last time, the management will not allow us to serve anything as risky as raw beef to a customer. It's just not going to happen."

"Fine, then, cook the damn meat, see if I care. I feel I should warn you, though, you're tampering with an evil far beyond your comprehension."

"Whatever, sir, that's $6.25, please pull around and have a very nice day."

"Don't mock me, mortal!" He revved the engine unnecessarily, burning rubber maniacally for all of about fifteen feet before he slammed on the brakes. I winced as the car shuddered to a sudden stop, throwing several random objects crashing into the dashboard, my head included. The world became rather fuzzy and blurred before going dark entirely.

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Now, I don't mean to brag, but stealing $752 in cash from a fast food place without ever leaving the car? That is talent. I was almost certain that the pharaoh wouldn't have found the same degree of amusement in my accomplishment, however; there was a bit of good fortune to be found in his sudden lack of consciousness. It had allowed me to not only bring the car back on the interstate without any nagging lectures, but gifted me with four entire hours free of his righteous preaching.

"Yugi, I told you…Egyptian gods…don't eat cherry pie…" Abandoning the steering wheel to run both hands through my hair, I glanced at the royal pain in my ass as his eyes opened blearily. "Morning, sunshine, sleep well?" He blinked in confusion, fingers running lightly over the dried blood on his forehead. "Kura?"

The car skidded out of control, narrowly avoiding a passing semi and several motorcycles before coming to a stop on the side of the road. "What did you call me?" I demanded sharply, my glare boring into the pharaoh's now-alert eyes. He seemed to realize the answer to my inquiry, for the blood drained from his face, leaving him almost as pale the unruly locks that Ryou and I shared. "Absolutely nothing. Keep driving, tomb robber."

It was probably the only order of his that I've followed.

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I really was not certain why I had called him that. For all the dislike I harbored toward the thief, it was almost inconceivable that I would use any nickname as cutesy as "Kura" in addressing him. It had to be some side effect of the throbbing headache that pounded my skull relentlessly. That was the only plausible explanation. It just had to be…