Here we are! Another chapter after I had returned from vacation, and fixed my mom's Internet. I'm afraid to say that I'm going on vacation again in a few short days and I'm not sure if I'll be able to put up another before I leave. I'm going to start the next chapter of my Shaman King fic, so check it out.

Panmotto: Yeah, I hate perverts too, but seeing as how demons are known for their lust… it kinda fit.

Fish and Chips: Ohmygod! Poor you! My summer has been really boring, save swimming practice, but thanks for reading anyway. I never thought Bakura looked the most perverted though. He just didn't care about her screams and lifted up her shirt… (shrug) But anyway, yes Gym is horrible.

Horsie890: I'm afraid I don't understand, how am I scaring you… I NEED TO KNOW! But thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King… DOES NOT COMPUTE! (explodes)


Nami stood, her eyes narrowed and her concentration was set. She took in a big breath and ran forward. She reached the gymnastics horse, jumping high and placing her hands on the top. Balancing her weight, she pushed herself forward, landing safely on her feet, raising her arms in the air to show her accomplishment.

"And you said you couldn't do It." a voice taunted.

The girl glanced between her arms to see Seto smirking at her pose, along with the rest of the gang. Mai was clapping while the rest were nodding their heads up and down happily, all except Bakura, as usual.

"I can't… with out magic."

They watched as she started to tip…then fell over completely, making a cloud of dust rise. The demons crowed around her as Mai pulled her up by her armpits.

"Ouch… I think I pulled something."

Bakura snorted, "What a klutz."

Nami stood up and brushed off her uniform, smiling kindly at Mai who helped her. The guys almost drooled as the spun around, making sure there wasn't any on her butt. Looking up, she saw their stares and crossed her arms tightly, glaring at them.

"Take a picture, it'll last you longer!" she spat.

The men just stopped drooling, giving her a weird look. It didn't encourage her at all. It was a look of wanting, like they would take a picture, to spite her and for their own viewing pleasure. She visibly shuddered and wrapped her arms more protectively around her upper arm.

Mai stepped between her and the guys, "Leave her alone! You guys know she's way out of your league. Everyone else, even Coach Shane was eyeing her up!"

"I don't think that's helping." the witch replied dully.

"Alright everyone, class is over! Head to lunch!" the coach yelled.

"Thank god!" Nami took hold of Mai's arm and almost carried her over to the girl's locker room.

The girls changed in quiet, the demon still muttering about how her uniform seemed smaller. The girl shrugged and put her gym clothes into the locker next to Mai's, taking out her regular outfit. She slipped on her skirt, fiddling with her tie and making some final touches.

Nami was about to walk out the door, when she turned back and took her the shorts she had been wearing since the beginning of the term. She slid them on, just to be sure. All of those weird stares had made her quite nervous.

The witch waved to Mai, telling her she was going to head on to lunch. The demoness gave a smile back, telling her to go ahead.

Nami pushed open the door to the locker room, her backpack over one shoulder and walked down the stone path towards the lunchroom. The Courtyard seemed strangely silent, but with a quick glance at her watch, she just told herself that everyone was at lunch already.

The door was in sight, the smells drifting out and making her stomach growl in anticipation. About to step forward, she stopped when familiar voices wafted over and the boys rounded the corner, muttering under their breaths. Whipping her head back forth, Nami found a place to hide behind a shrub and jumped in hastily, eavesdropping.

"I can't believe it! I thought our plan was full proof! Put Mai's uniform in the dryer and it would shrink. I don't see what went wrong!" Tristan whined.

"Are you sure it went long enough? Maybe it did shrink, just not enough." Yami replied, his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I was sure… never mind."

'Ah ha! The case of the "Too small Gym Top" has been solved! I feel like a real detective.' she thought.

The young schoolgirl moved one leg over the edge, and tried to push herself out of the bush. She was almost out, when her other foot got stuck between two branches. Pulling, Nami twisted her foot, trying to get it out, and she succeeded, but fell down in a loud crash, leaves pilling on top of her.

"What the hell was that!"

Throwing her arms about, Nami made most of the leaves on her face flutter and land somewhere else. She looked over and gulped, seeing the boy's crowding around her, mean looks on their faces. Sweat immediately poured down the side of her face as she stood up, shaking the rest of the leaves off of her body.

"Nami? What… what are you doing here?" Joey stuttered.

"Uh…"

She watched as Joey glanced nervously at the others, also seeming very twitchy. When Nami shifted her weight, all of the boys flinched, staring at her with wide, fearful eyes. At last, Tristan came forward, his arms curled in front of his body, shaking noticeably.

"How…H-How much did you hear, Nami?" he asked.

A giant question mark poofed over her head. What in the world could make seven of the most powerful and intimidating demons cower at her feet?

A projected image appeared in her mind, another blank figure watching it like a movie. It picked up the remote and hit the Rewind button. With gray lines obscuring the scene, it watched as Nami weirdly picked herself back up, hid in the bush and stepped out of the bush, walking backwards on the path.

Pressing Play, the figure watched as the witch walk down the path and climbed into the bush, listening to Tristan's words about Mai's wrecked gym outfit. Could it be that they were afraid that she would tell Mai the truth?

'Yep, that's it.' answered the figure.

Then, it grabbed the remote and Fast Forwarded to where she fell out of the bush. Laughing it Rewound and played it again, then again, and once more, bursting with laughter each time.

Back in reality, Nami growled at that part of her conscience, 'What an ass.'

Her eyes caught with all of those standing before her. Different colors, but the same emotion running through them: Fear. She fought with herself again, the young human now had leverage over demons, some of the most powerful beings on the planet, and she couldn't just give this up!

'I say take It.' a blank figure spoke, 'Think of how they treated you when you first got here. They were horrible and mean to you. I say give 'em what's coming to 'em!'

'That's all well and good,' another figure appeared, 'but they did come to accept you in time. What will they think when you sell them out?'

She paused and thought for a moment.

'Sorry Voice-that-makes-sure-I'm-still alive-and-not-in-jail, I'm going with Voice-that-says-I-should-defend-my-honor-and-kick-their-asses on this one. Nothing personal.' Nami said and the second figure shrugged.

'Can't win 'em all.' the second voice sighed and both disappeared.

"Er - Nami? Are you ok?" a voice called.

The witch blinked and shook her head, looking up at Joey, who was now bent down over her. The discussion just clicked in her mind and her usually kind and shy face bore an uncharacteristic sadistic smile.

"Er-"

"Yeah!" she said in a strangely perky voice, "I'm just fine! Why do you ask?"

They all backed away from her strange grin, but Bakura leaned forward, crossing his arms and stopping a few inches from her face.

"You spaced out all of a sudden and have that stupid grin on your face."

She giggled lightly and scratched the back of her head, "Oh really? Wow. That's weird!"

Seto raised an eyebrow, "I know that tone of voice. You did hear our conversation."

"Yep!" Nami narrowed her eyes dangerously, making them step back in surprise, "Now, I'm going to be blunt. I heard everything you said. You were the culprits who shrunk Mai's gym clothes! But, I know a great opportunity when I see one. I'm not about to run over to her and tell her you did it… that would be unwise, hence why you are flinching. She can obviously do a lot of damage."

"You're telling me." Tristan muttered.

"Either way, I say we make a deal. A pact, if you will. You know the saying, I scratch your back, you scratch mine."

Bakura narrowed his eyes, "What is it that you want exactly?"

"Oh, I don't want anything. No. Not really. Not so much. I don't really have any use for possessions and my grades are clearly higher than yours. No. I just want you to know that you owe me one. A BIG one. And, I want you to be a little nicer to me from now on." she finished.

"What!"

Bakura was clearly outraged. He straightened his posture and his hair started to float on end. His chocolate eyes bore almost murderously into her light, innocent ones. The demon's fangs were bared and his claws were digging into his palms.

"There is no way that I am going to be in debt to a human!" he roared.

"Well…" Nami replied slyly, "In that case, Oh Mai!" the singsong voice coming from her mouth.

Immediately, about three pairs of hands covered her mouth, the force pushed her, and whatever grabbed her to the ground. Looking up, Joey, Tristan, Yugi and Mokuba had their hands tightly piled over her mouth to stop her from going any further. Behind them, the rest were flinching and making a circle around her body, preventing anyone from looking at her.

She started to talk, but her words only came out as muffled grunts.

"Hush!" Joey hissed, leaning over to her ear, "Look, he was just kidding, alright! No reason to call Mai over here."

"I certainly wasn't kidding!" barked the white-haired demon.

Nami's lips tried to form a smirk under the massive pile of hands. She tried to talk again, but it still came out stifled, though their elf-like demon ears could tell it was a singsong voice, sounding strangely like Mai's name.

"Bakura!" pleaded Tristan, "You know what Mai can do! Besides, you just as guilty as we are!"

"Well, I don't care! I'm not-"

"Hey guys."

Everyone jerked and looked up, directly at Mai. She was standing there with a very innocent and confused look with a hand on her hip. Her stare rotated from Nami on the ground, with the four demons almost lying on top of her, their hands glued to her mouth. The others were standing in a circle around them, most with their back to her, looking startled.

"Um… What are you doing?" the temptress asked, tilting her head.

Seven pairs of eyes shot to Bakura. He looked very nervous, quite uncharacteristically. He even looked like he was shaking a bit, his gaze not breaking from Mai's.

Nami easily pushed the four's now limp hands off her face, chuckling lightly, "Hey Mai! Funny story! See, I was walking along the path and saw the guys. I caught up with them when I found a quarter on the ground and everybody dog piled to get it!"

At first, all of the boys were silent, but after she nudged Joey in the stomach, they all startled nodding and laughing nervously. Mai's face was blank, until she smiled. The female demon walked right past them and into the mess hall, stopping only to look over her shoulder to see if they were coming.

The rest of them quickly gathered to their feet, brushing the dust and leaves from their school clothes. Then, in a clump, they all headed towards the cafeteria after the temptress, Nami walking in the middle with her hands behind her head.

"Man… that was some quick thinking, Nami." Joey whispered.

"Yeah, how did you do that?" asked Yugi, Mokuba nodding in agreement.

She smiled, "I'm just that good. As my grandmother always said, 'A good witch has good reasons for every good thing they do.' Then my brother says, 'A good witch has good excuses for every bad mistake they accidentally do.'"

The two youngest laughed and Joey and Tristan grinned. They reached the cafeteria doors, which had shut once almost all the students had passed through, and Tristan pulled it, open, doing a mock salute at the witch when she passed.

"It was no problem you guys. Just remember… you owe me."

And that's when all hell broke loose…again.

"What do you mean? I am not doing any favors for any humans!" howled Bakura.

"Neither am I!" bellowed Seto.

"I'm afraid you guys have no choice, or do you want me to tell… about what you did?" Nami smirked, lowering her voice so Mai wouldn't hear, though the lunchroom was so noisy it wouldn't have mattered.

The objectors froze, not moving an inch, while she grinned, "And how do you think your ol' chums will feel when they get in trouble for your mistake?"

The two gulped and glanced around at their friends, who held out their fists threateningly. Though some couldn't pull it off, namely, Yugi and Mokuba. They both had shown their cute little fangs and tiny claws, making Nami want to jump on them and scream "Ohmygod! They are so cuddly cute! Mine, mine, mine!"

Seto crossed his arms and looked down in defeat, "What do you want us to do?"

"Guh, can't you listen for a change? Or is your ego so big you can't hear over all the hot air?" the witch groaned dryly, "I don't know what I want. Which is why you just need to remember that you 'owe me'. Do I make myself clear?"

"Uh… yes?"

"Good! I'm starving!"

With that, Nami ran of towards the hot lunch line and grabbed a tray, hardly containing her excitement for finally getting a home cooked meal and continuously bounced on her heels. After a long sigh, the rest gave into their growling stomachs and marched after her.


There you go. I'm so happy with this fic. It's so much easier to write than my other ones, namely my Sonic ones, and I'm already at chapter 10! Though, this is going to be one LONG fic. With a sequel. So don't worry loyal fans! The term is just beginning! Muahaha! Please review!