A/N- Thank you, Krystalfire680, Random Person, and xAngelRyoux! Thanks to your wonderful reviews, I felt motivated to write another chapter quickly, so this chapter is dedicated to you guys! It has lots of Yami Bakura in it! I would have posted this sooner, but I was having some trouble uploading documents. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to myself. If it did, Namu would make a second appearance.

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The Yamis stood in the so-called shopping mall. Being surrounded by a mass of shoppers racing around the mess of stores was not their idea of a good day. Yami, of course, would rather be dueling, Marik would rather pilfer through other peoples' prized possessions, searching for valuables, and Bakura…well…Bakura's idea of a good time involved weaklings and the Shadow Realm.

"Good morning!" said a sudden voice from behind them, causing Yami and Marik to jump slightly, and Bakura to slip and fall on the cement floor. "I'm sorry," said Tea, holding out her hand to help up Bakura. "Did I scare you?"

"No," muttered Bakura, ignoring her hand and helping himself to his feet, ignoring Yami and Malik's sniggers. "What the Hell were you thinking, sneaking up on us like that?"

"It was too tempting."

"Coming from the girl who lectures me every day about how to treat people with respect…" Bakura said under his breath.

"Why are we here, anyway?" asked Yami.

"Oh, right!" Tea reached into her pocket and pulled out three envelopes, each of which she handed to the three spirits. All was silent for a few seconds while the Yamis opened the envelopes, then…

"Hell no." said Marik. "I am not attending some stuck-up, rich person's birthday party."

"I agree with Marik," said Bakura. "It's bad enough I have to talk to you, but I refuse to make small-talk with stuffy adults who won't even let me have a drink. I tell you, I'm five-thousand years older than him. He should be the one without the drink."

Tea looked crestfallen. "Come on, it's my aunt!" she exclaimed. "You know that annoying cheek-pinching thing aunts do? You get to see me suffer all day!"

"I'll come," said Yami. "I think the idea sounds wonderful. Of course, I will need a grand entrance. After all, I am the Pharaoh."

"That can be arranged."

Bakura stood with his mouth hanging open. "If the Pharaoh's going to be there, making some 'special entrance,' I am coming without a doubt," he said. "Remember to get film," he thought to himself. Bakura figured there would be plenty of wonderful opportunities for blackmail. After all, Yami did have those God cards Bakura had his eye on. Not to mention the Millenium Tauk and the Puzzle itself.

"I guess I have no choice," sighed Yami Malik. "I'll come."

"Thank you so much!" squealed Tea. "It'll be fun, I promise!"

"Yeah, whatever..."

"I take it we are here to find a birthday present?" Yami asked Tea.

"Yes, of course!" said Tea, trotting towards the center of the mall. "I was trying to come up with some ideas last night, but nothing seemed appealing. After all, my aunt is a bit…eccentric."

"Would she like clothing?"

"I don't think so. I was contemplating the idea of a nice purse or pearl necklace."

"What about Coach?"

"I was thinking something more like Louis Vuitton, actually."

Marik and Bakura followed the two, making no effort to contribute to the conversation. "Look at them go," Marik said. "It's like watching a What Not to Wear rerun."

Bakura didn't reply. 'The Pharaoh knows what Coach is?' he thought to himself.

After several hours of being dragged around the mall, all the Yamis had found a suitable present for "Auntie Sophie." Tea had purchased the expensive purse, while Yami, Bakura, and Marik had each found a meaningless yet costly gift. Yami's gift was a book about the various Egyptian Pharaohs. Bakura's present was a wood carving kit. The spirit only spotted it because of the shiny blades, but before he could protest, Tea had rushed him to the cashier. Marik's gift was the most interesting, picked up at one of the overpriced carts full of rubbish. It was a miniature statue of an Italian cook holding a length of sausage links. Marik didn't know why, but he found the statue quite adorable. It was a shame he had to give it up.

Tea and the Yamis left the mall with their purchases, which included party clothes, also known as two-piece suits. Bakura was not happy about having to dress up, but he supposed the pocketful of snitched jewelry worth thousands of dollars would make up for it.

Before Tea departed for her own car, she stopped to speak to the Yamis. "Remember, I need you at my office at ten-o-clock sharp, in your suits."

"What if I have no idea how the Hell to get this thing on?" asked Marik.

"Oh, I don't know, have Yami help you."

Yami turned to face Marik. "It would be my delight to help you," he said. "Anything to show off my superior skills."

"You mean there really is a brain beneath all that hair?" asked Bakura.

Once again, only the Barney song was able to calm the testy spirits. "I'll see you tomorrow, then!" said Tea, heading for her car after several verses. "Don't forget to wrap your gifts!"

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Short chapter, I know, but I thought this one turned out a little better than the others. A little bit odder, I think. This chapter really had nothing to do with the therapy storyline. Oh well. We all know the therapy isn't working, anyway. XP I'll try to include more of that next chapter.

I enjoyed the conversation between Yami and Tea. It was fun writing about Yami's grander, gayer side. Even harder to believe that Yami knows what Coach is is the fact that Marik knows what What Not To Wear is. Maybe he watches it on the rainy days? Maybe it's his favorite show? Who knows. And of course it's way too much fun writing arguments between Tea and Bakura. I feel like they often come off slightly BakuraXTea-ish, even though that's not what I'm shooting for at all.

Review, please, folks. Opinions, suggestions for future counseling sessions, whatever.