Persony Person: Yeah! Another chapter! Now, you all may think this story has a sucky plot line and its not going anywhere and its pointless and the author needs to stop ranting and all that jazz, if you DO think that, it will get better I hope. I'm trying to improve my writing skills and plot development.

The ranting part, I'm not so sure if tht will ever get better...

Wait...I'm getting a vision...its a little blurry...but its getting clearer...ah, my vision isthat you all will hate me by the end of this chapter. Lets see if it happens, hmm?

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Journal

"Why am I in a farm?" I asked aloud.

It was true, this dream had placed me in the middle of a corn field. To my right is a red barn. In front of me is a pig pen loaded with fat filthy not-dead-yet porkchops. To my left there seems to be an old broken down housewith a ricketypick-up truck in the driveway and a rusty windmill next to it.

I walked across the cornfield acciedently stepping in I-don't-want-to-know-what, and towards the house. Half-way there,the overwhelming scent of lasagna wrapped in burnt tar reached my nose. It's not a pleasant smell I assure you.

Wondering where this pungent smell is coming from, I almost miss thechicken that was wobbling towards me. It was mumbling something incoherent under its breath. Iwatched it trot right past me, then continued my trek. Surely someone would be at the old home. Someone had to take care of the animals here. I'll just knock on the door, talk with them a bit then I can figure out where I…..

THE FRICK! A TALKING CHICKEN JUST WALKED BY ME!

Okay Bakura, it's just a dream...deep breaths...in..out..in..out...

"Feet smell and noses run" said a small voice behind me.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

When I turned around, it was the chicken. It grinned (how can it do that with no lips?) and held out its hand…err…wing.

"Mi' names Billy Joe Johnny Bob II, nice ta' see ya' again 'Kura" it said with a squaking voice. Well, if chickens could talk, I imagined this is what it would sound like…but, how did it know my name?

"How do you know my name..umm.." I finished lamely. Hey, it's not my fault his name is so strange. You expect me to remember all that?

"Billy Joe Johnny Bob II"

"yeah…"

"Well 'Kura, 'member them fried cheeken from yer dream Sundey? Ya' know, them ones 'a' dicsa dancin'?" the poultry questioned. It was hard to understand his accent, but after it repeated the question about nine times I understood what he said.

"well, this here dream's a flasher-back of 'ow us cheekens came ta bee that way."

"I see…" I really didn't but I wasn't going to let him know that. The All-Great-sexy-tomb-robbing-pharoah-hating-evil-physcotic Bakuraknows all.

But, it did strike me as odd by how I wasn't creeped out in the slightest talking to a cheeken..I mean chicken.

The walking dinner told me to go to the barn and watch the chicken inside. I didn't really want to and I didn't see why I should anyway,but I also had nothing better to do.Once inside, I was greeted by a chestnut mare named Trianna Herietta Nicolette Monres, a young cow named Deviannette Sabrina Maria Garcito, a bull named Carlito Sanchito Nachito Garcito, and a sheep named Fred.

There were also some chicken, but the cow said they didn't have names. It seemed that all of the names were taken already...

Ignoring the welcoming words of the larger animals, I pranced over to the nameless chickens and waited.

And waited….

And waited.….

And waited……

Then I realized that watching chicken eat invisible corn off the ground isn't as entertaining as it sounds, it doesn't even sound entertaining to begin with.

So, I decided to keep myself amused by naming some of the fowls.

The fat brawn one can be Marik, and the retarded grey one with half of its feathers missing can be Pharoah, and the scrawny chick next to it can be Yugi.

The rooster can be Malik, because he has a big mouth, and that yellow one is Isis…and the old one-

Unexpectedly, Malik trotted over to Yugi and started to mercilessly peck him on the head. Yugi squaked and ran over toPharoah. Pfft, figures.Pharoah looked a little distraught, but continued to pick at invisible bits of food. Well, this has gotten much more interesting…

Now Malik isstalking over to Marik. Ahem, well, you have to ask your mommy and daddy to explain what happenedwith those two.

Still, I never figured Malik as the dominant one. Hmmm..Isis is looking very sick. And fat. Oh I still haven't named the old one in the corner….hmm. I guess someone old I know. Maybe Odion?

-HOLY CRAP! Yugi just laid an egg!

He pecked it once, twice, and made a small hole in it. Then started to consume its contents. Once finished,he roared. Roared I tell you!

"CANIBLE CHICKEN!" Marik yelled. Oh, are you done now Marik?

All the other chickens began to run around in circles as Yugi stomped around pecking at their heads. Eventually he killed everyone.

The end.

No really, that's where I woke up. Seriously…

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Bakura POV

That's enough writing for today

I walked over to the nightstand by my bed and put the journal next to the lamp. I REALLY had to go to the bathroom. My bladder was about to explode!

Note to self: Never have an olive oil drinking contest with Malik and Marik again. EVER.

I pratically RAN to the bathroom.

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Normal POV

"Where did I put the pen! I know it's here somewhere…" Ryou thought while searching through the kitchen shelves and counter. He was careful to notto bump his elbows onthe hot pans full of food cooking on the oven.

Bakura had used up all of the olive oil for some reason, and Ryou needed a pen to write "cooking oil" on the shopping list. The only problem, he couldn't find the damn thing! He pouted cutely while trying to find out where he put the stupid writing implement.

He decided to just go to his room and get one from his book bag. He climbed the stairs, two steps at a time, went down the hall and opened the second door on the left, dismissing the odd grunts coming from the bathroom.

On the chair by his desk, was Ryou's bulging book bag. He quickly found a pen and was just about to rush back downstairs when he saw a journal lying on the nightstand.

"Wasn't that the letter thing Bakura was going to send to Marik?" Our awesomely kawaii Ryou inwardly asked. Why yes, yes it is Ryou.

He grabbed the journal and opened a drawer from his desk. He took out a large envelope and also the sheep stamps that Bakura had such a phenomenal reaction to earlier.

He dropped the journal inside, wrote Marik and Malik's address on it as well as the return address, licked and put the stamp in the corner, and closed the envelope. He paraded back down, again ignoring the disturbing groans from the bathroom and headed outside towards the mailbox. After planting the envelope inside and putting up the flag on the side, he walked back to the apartment/house.

All the while, our innocent Ryou was smiling brightly andthinking about how much his yami would appreciate his small act of generousity.

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Persony Person: YAY! All done. Hehe, poor Bakura. Do you guys hate me?

Next chapter won't have a dream in it but it will be very…interesting. I'll have you know, I adore Bakura (And of course Ryou, but you should have figured that out by now) but it's fun to see how he reacts in awkward situations. And its fun to write about him in general.

Also, thanks to all who reviewed! Especially: Sunami101, Anime WarriorSkye, and Sarah the Slayer! Your reviews make me feel so loved!

Now, I have a friend, he is very lonely. He needs someone to drop by every now and then. His name is "review button".

Won't you visit him? He lives just down there on the bottom left of this very sentence.