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((.........)) Bakura's thinking

/........./ Ryou's thinking

(/........./)Akefia's thinking

"........." Normal speech

'.........' Normal thought

Yami's have their own bodies. NO ROMANCE OR YAOI!!!

Summary: Yami Bakura is bored and decides to try something new with the Ring. Something goes wrong, and, oh dear; there are TWO TOMB ROBBERS!!! What will Ryou do with double the trouble?

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Chapter Five

The four kids stared at the shattered picture.

"Oh man, Ryou's not going to be happy." Bakura snarled, glaring at his double.

"Why? It's just a picture frame. Albeit an expensive one." Malik said, sifting through the pieces.

"This is why!" Bakura shouted, holding up the picture that had been within the frame.

On it was a family photo, including Ryou's mom, his dad, his sister Amane, and himself. An old picture. His mom and sister are now dead, so this picture had been dear to him.

And the glass shards from the frame had ripped some tears into it.

"Oh, I see." Malik said, staring.

"What are we going to do? I don't want Ryou mad at me!" Akefia wailed.

"By Ra! Get a hold of yourself! If it weren't for the fact that I knew I cast that spell, I wouldn't even think you were me!" Bakura growled, and Akefia stuck his tongue out at him.

"Yeah, well, you're so cold-hearted and sadistic it's a surprise Ryou likes you! I'm glad I'm me and not you!" Akefia shot back.

"What?? You're not even real! You don't exist! You are just a Shadow-copy. That's all. Nothing more!" Bakura snarled in return.

"Savage!"

Bakura growled, eyes narrowing.

"Hey, hey! Let's not fight! Come on, we have to fix the picture." Malik interrupted.

"And how do you propose to do that?" Bakura gritted out.

"Go to the mall!" Malik cheered.

"What?" Akefia asked incredulously.

"The mall?" Bakura repeated.

"Yeah, at the mall they have this photo shop thing, and they can repair the picture! I know! Isis went there one time when I ripped a picture in the house!" Malik said excitedly.

The other three looked at each other.

"Okay, I guess it is off to the mall." Bakura said, sighing.

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"If one more person runs into me, I shall tear their throat out!" Bakura growled, and Akefia snorted.

"Really, you have too much of an attitude." He said, shoving his way past another person.

"No, you just are too spineless to take some action against them!" Bakura hissed, sending one man stumbling with a well-placed shove.

"Oh, really?" Akefia snarled back, elbowing a rather large man in the side.

"Yeah!" Bakura bared his teeth, tripping a security guard.

"Um, you two might have suicidal wishes, but Marik and I would rather just get this picture fixed." Malik pointed out, apologizing profusely to the guard. Really, they were getting into an argument and trying to knock down the largest guy! Geez!

The two doubles stared at each other, glaring, before walking on.

"Hey, there, man! Easy on the sneaks, dog!" One kid said, carefully moving his shoe out from under Bakura's foot.

"What?" Bakura asked, blinking at the man. He had on baggy pants, a jersey, and a sideways hat.

"What's up, where's the fire? You sure are in a rush, man!" The kid said, winking at the flabbergasted spirit.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're poppin' a roll to get somewhere hot. No trouble, yo?" The youth said, and some of his friend's came over.

"Huh?" Bakura asked intelligently. Where were Marik, Malik, and his annoying double?

"What's crackin', homie?"

"Yea, who's this tweak?"

"I don't know, but he's sure a-go-go to get somewhere." The kid explained.

"What's your label, hun?" One of the girls asked.

"What are you talking about??" Bakura growled, frustrated.

"Your name, bud, your name!" One of the guys said.

"Bakura, if you have to know." Bakura spat, glaring at them.

"Hey, don't get fresh, we're just bein' friendly." The first kid said, holding up his hands.

"I don't truly care to be friendly, thank you all the same." Bakura said, slipping away from the crazy mortals.

"Catch you later, man!" One called, waving.

Bakura shuddered.

What was going on with these mortals now a days?

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Akefia walked along behind the two Egyptians, angry at his double still.

He turned to say a scathing remark to Bakura, only to find him not there.

"Uh, guys? We lost Bakura." He said, and stopped and scanned the crowds.

"Oh, Ra. What could he be doing?" Malik groaned. He wanted to get the picture repaired and then go back home! He had bad memories of the mall.........

Marik was enjoying himself.

"Here, you go fix the picture." Marik said, shoving the torn picture into Malik's hands.

"And you two will do what?" Malik asked hesitantly.

"We'll go find 'Kura!" Marik said happily. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed Akefia's arm and pulled him into the crowd.

"Oh boy........." Malik said, staring after his psychotic yami and the equally psycho Akefia.

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Bakura forced his way through the crowd, ignoring those who were offended at his rough movements.

Where could those three lunatics be?

He looked around, but saw no one he knew.

He blinked and looked to his right again.

Flashing lights.

"Knives and Swords." He read off a sign.

Below it read another sign.

"Must Be 18 Or Older To Buy Or Handle Blades."

Bakura grinned, an evil smirk that caused nearby shoppers to skitter away.

"That sounds like fun. I think I am old enough, being a few thousand years old." He mused, walking purposely towards the store.

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"Thank you very much." Malik said to the man behind the counter, taking his change.

He put the repaired picture carefully into the newly bought frame and left the store.

Now to find his yami and the two Bakruas.

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Akefia growled as he was shoved again.

These mortals were asking for it.........

"Marik, I'm about ready to kill by now." He muttered to his companion.

"Marik?"

Akefia looked around.

No Marik.

Now where could he be?

"Marik!" He called, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from shoppers nearby.

Marik could be anywhere.

That Ra-cursed psycho! How dare he leave!

And –

Hmm.........that looks nice.

Akefia peered closer at the sign above the store.

"Hot Topic."

(A/N: I don't own.)

The store was a mass of black, red, and other such things. Rock music played and as Akefia watched, three kids walked out of the store, black bags in hand, dressed in baggy dark pants with chains and the like.

Heh.........

Without hesitation Akefia walked towards the store.

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Marik wandered around, blinking at all the sights.

Isis never let him near a store.

Especially not the mall.

But here he was.

Akefia had walked off at one point, and Marik glanced about casually now and then for his friend.

Smelling something good, Marik perked up and scanned the crowds.

A food court.

Sonic.

Taco Bell.

Pizza Hut.

Subway.

Auntie Anne's Pretzels.

Nearly salivating, Marik headed towards the food court.

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So,

Bakura was examining the Blade store,

And Akefia was entertained in Hot Topic,

Marik was following his nose,

And Malik was hunting all three.

What would happen now?

Especially with a certain brown haired, blue eyed billionaire is entering the mall with his little brother in tow?

::cackles insanely::

(End Chapter.)

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