Hey, guess what? I did get this chapter up before I left, but don't expect any more. I'm busy tomorrow with my friends (FOR ONCE) then I leave to go on vacation again. Then when I get back I start Swim Team. God, my life sucks. Plus, I was so wrapped up in writing the next chapter of Entwining Fates (my Shaman King story) that I almost didn't write this one. You guys are so lucky! So enjoy!

Panmotto: Oh, they'll try to be nicer to her, but I seriously doubt this will last any longer. As to why they're afraid of Mai? Well, being a girl, I can get pretty mad at boys. My friends cower when they tick me off. So, she's a demon, times that by infinity! Muahaha! Girl Power!

Horise890: Um… thanks?

Disclaimer: I finally found the loophole! I own DEMON Yu-Gi-Oh characters! In your face! Oh, and I don't own Fear Factor… you'll see why.


"Finally!" Nami screamed, clasping her hands together and holding them to the side of her face, "They finally have some normal food around here!"

She gazed fondly at the tray with a small white bowl with a heaping helping of macaroni and cheese. The noodles were the elbow kind drenched with cheese sauce and even some real cheese melted on top. A bit of drool almost topped it off as she gawked with unblinking eyes at her awaiting meal.

"What do you mean 'normal' food?" Joey butted in, bringing his head right next to the bowl, "It looks just like everything else."

She glared and slapped his head away, her arms forming a protective wall around her food. Even a small growl came from the back of her throat, sounding quite dog-like as he rubbed his face, looking shocked and angry.

Her finger shot out and pointed accusingly at their meals, "Oh, yeah, like that's edible!"

Tristan looked down at his meal, a vivid crimson hunk of meat that looked so rare it almost laid a cow pie. Around the table were similar meals, save for Mai. She had a regular lettuce salad with some ranch dressing, saying something about "Keeping her figure".

"Hey! Ours is edible, too!" retorted Yugi.

"Oh, right, forgive me!" Nami snorted sarcastically, "I don't know if my ears were deceiving me, but I think I just heard Bessie moo!"

"Just because you don't like our lunch, doesn't mean you have to make fun of it!" Mokuba yelled, "I don't think you macaroni and cheese doesn't look that appetizing!"

"Besides," butted in Seto, holding a glass in his hand with red liquid inside, "You're dealing with vampires. We do like our steak a little… rare."

"That's not 'rare'. That's fresh out of the butcher shop," she muttered.

"Whaddya call that anyway? You sure it's food?" Joey asked, almost poking the pasta.

"Yes, and just because it's not a blood bank doesn't mean it's not edible!" she snapped, pulling the bowl closer.

"Well, I propose a trade," said Seto, leaning forward.

Casting a quick glance at everyone, the witch raised her eyebrow, "What do you mean a trade?"

He snorted, "I'll eat some of that," pointing at the macaroni, "If you eat some of this." pointing at the raw beef.

A trickle of sweat fell down the side of her face as she looked at each meal in turn. She didn't want to seem like a chicken, but even with magic, nothing good would come of eating Blue Bell alive. Gulping, she bit her tongue and knew that she would regret her answer in next period.

"Alright."

A collective gasp rippled around the table, apparently, they knew that eating it would be dangerous, they just didn't know how dangerous. Plus, almost everyone, (cough) the guys (cough), thought she wouldn't have the guts to do it.

Smirking, the elder vampire took his knife and cut off a square of meat and held it out to her on her fork. Nami did the same and held out a few chucks of pasta with cheese dangling off it. For a moment, each of them stared at the other's meal in their hands, before the witch decided to delay hers longer.

"Y-You can go first."

Seto smirked at her stuttering as he brought the fork in front of his face. After a second, in one fluid motion, the fork when into his mouth and came out clean. Chewing only once, he swallowed it and slammed the fork onto the table, grinning triumphantly.

"Alright, girly. Your turn."

She gulped again and brought the shaky utensil in front of her face, her eyes staring cross-eyed at it. Even with her elbow sitting steadily on the table, the fork still shook violently in her hand.

"You're not going to make us wait, are you?" Seto asked with a tone that didn't help the situation.

'I should have gone first… I feel like I'm on "Fear Factor".' she thought, biting her lip.

Closing her eyes tightly, Nami stretched her arm as far as it would go, before shooting the beef into her mouth as fast as lightning. Chewing it hastily a couple of times, she swallowed it before any disgusting taste lingered in her tongue.

Immediately after she swallowed, while the whole gang cheered with shock and surprised faces, the girl snatched the nearest cup of water and downed the whole thing in a few seconds. They still hollered gleefully, not noticing how her face contorted and turned a strong shade of green, before dying down to only a slight tint.

Her hands were wrapped tightly around her stomach and pressing against it firmly as it rumbled and growled in anger. Joey smacked her back hard, meaning to be a pat of congratulations, but in reality, it flung the top of her body across the table so that her chin lay where her tray was, knocking all the air out of her lungs.

"I didn't think you would actually do it! Gawd that was amazin'!" he cried, leaning back and laughing.

Her stomach gave another churn and she whispered, "Please don't do that again."

Unfortunately, no one heard her and Tristan spanked her back, making her jerk horribly. Her belly snarled ferociously before it settled down to its unusual hard agitating.

"Don't do that again." Bakura told them; his arms crossed, as always, "You might kill her."

She looked up at the white-haired demon, wearing a look and feeling an emotion she never thought she'd ever feel towards him: gratefulness. Tristan's hand rubbed her back up and down once, then his hand went to his forehead, resting on the tabletop and supported his head while he continued to chuckle.

"Since when did you have a problem about killing her?" taunted Seto, one eye closed and one open.

"Never. Just telling you the obvious."

'Oh thanks.' she thought dryly.

"So," Mokuba leaned forward, "Are you gonna eat that?"

One glance at the full bowl of pasta made her stomach lurch and she shook her head vigorously, hair flying around her face.

"Are you alright?" Yami asked, "You only had a bite to eat, literally."

Nami replied rushed, her words strung together, "Yeah, I'm fine! Lunch is almost over, not really hungry. See you guys in class!"

She grabbed her backpack and ran out of the lunchroom, her head bowed and one hand on her stomach. Her hand with the pack strap pushed open one of the metal double doors and she disappeared out of sight.

"Wow… she must really have liked it." Mokuba said, blinking.


Nami ran as fast as she could down the path and to a stone bench a ways out of sight. Collapsing upon it, she threw her backpack to the ground and wound both arms strongly around her waist, her knees coming to her chest.

"Guh, why did I eat it?" she groaned.

"I'm asking that same question!"

Her head snapped up, "Who said that!"

"It was me! Who did you think it was?"

"Who's 'me'?" she asked, surveying the area.

"Ugh! What an ass, ShiShi is right, you really are ignorant."

"Don't you bring my cat into this!" she yelled, then stopped and blinked, "Hey wait, how do you know about him anyway?"

"Oh, I know everyone you know, and I know everything you eat."

"What? Are you my tongue?"

She opened her mouth and used her index finger and thumb like tweezers, grasping her slippery tongue and pulled it out past her lips as far as it would go. Her eyes crossed as she tilted her head left and right to try and get a good look.

"No, I'm not your tongue. I'm further south."

Nami's eyes widened, "You mean my as-"

"No! Not that far south! Just… look down, alright, meat head?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she opened one and looked down. It seemed like nothing was out of the ordinary, except her belly was bouncing more than usual.

"Wait for it… wait for it. Yes! I think she figured it out!" Her stomach bobbed.

"You're… Y-You're my stomach?" she stuttered.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!"

"W-Why are you talking to me?"

"One reason dumbass, NEVER PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN!" it roared, then, it stopped moving all together, just churning as it did before in the lunchroom.

For a moment, she continued to blink stupidly at her midsection, but it failed to do anything else interesting. She took one hand from her stomach and stared at it, shaking her head when she saw two faint hands in front of her.

"Ok, now I know that I'm officially going crazy. I just had a conversation with my stomach and now I'm seeing double. This can't be good. That couldn't have been normal meat," she muttered.

A dull noise in the distance grew steadily louder and closer, signaling that lunch was over. The chatter made her head pound and a hand instantly flew to hold it. In the back of her mind she was praying that the students would just go away, but she knew that she needed to go back to class.

Slipping a strap from her backpack around her arm, Nami held her arms around her stomach and walked down a side path, leading to the main drag back to the school building. Her feet moved slower and even sloppier as her vision swayed in and out.

"Hey! Nami!"

Almost silently, she moaned as the gang ran up to her wobbly figure, one of them hanging over her shoulders. The others were walking beside her, but she couldn't make out exact people, only blurs, though she could still tell who was who.

"There ya are, pal! Where were ya?" asked the blur on her shoulders, seemingly Joey.

"Uh…"

'Think of an excuse. Think, girl, think!'

"I, um, went to the courtyard, yeah. I thought I dropped a paper, probably notes, but it turned out to be in my bag," she mumbled, trying to focus on the details in his face.

"Notes?" butted in Tristan, "Who cares about notes?"

Before she could fumble out the words, Yami answered, "Those who would rather not get F's, Tristan."

The brown-haired demon snorted and crossed his arms and looked away, not accepting defeat very well. A small tip of a paper was sticking out of his pocket; a vivid red letter on the top was shown before he pushed it all the way down.

They marched into the school building and climbed the two flights of stairs to their next class, Nami only making it to the top because the werewolf still hadn't let go of her shoulders. By the time they reached the classroom itself, he was dragging her to her seat before they gathered around and talked before class started.

"Settle down. Let's try to get some work done today," the teacher announced.

Throughout the whole lesson, Nami's vision blurred in and out, focusing for one minute and not for the next. Her right had jotted notes as always, but her other was still wrapped around her bubbling stomach, the pain growing considerably worse as the bite of meat started to digest.

Hunching over, her head leaned on the desk, her eyes glazed over as she stared unblinkingly at the board. Her spirit had almost left her body, trying to escape the pain as the lesson went on forever. Finally, her body couldn't take it anymore.

"Mayday! Mayday! This is the stomach! We got some major problems down here, cap'em!" a stomach solder called through the radio.

"This is the brain, go ahead," a scratchy voice answered.

"It was that… thing at lunch, sir! It's not agreeing with the system! We tried to make it go down, but there's just nothing we can do anymore! She cannot take no more, cap'em!" the first worker shouted, his voice drenched with an accent.

"I didn't want to do this…" the brain cell shook his head, "Attention all units! She's gonna blow!"

Nami felt her stomach lurch and her eyes widened. The churning grew two hundred times worse and her face changed to a vibrant shade of green, her cheeks puffing a bit. She curled up into a tight ball as well as she could while still in her chair, but the pain still throbbed even worse.

She laboriously turned her head and glanced at the clock through her sweat-covered eyes. There was only two minutes till the bell rang. Another wave spread through her system and she cringed. 'I don't think I can make it.'

A loud clanking burst from the metal bells placed all around the school, sliding doors opening and releasing their students. Nami stuffed her notes in her bag messily and dashed out the door, pushing two students out of her way, getting a loud complaint in return.

Mai watched worriedly as the witch ran by and pushed the same two demons out of her way, running after the girl with the rest of the gang following her.

"Nami! Hey, Nami! What's wrong?" Mai called, her arm outstretched, almost as if to catch her.

The human would have opened her mouth, but then something would fly out of it. Instead, she hurtled down the stairs and jumped the last half a flight onto the first floor before she stopped.

Whipping her head around, Nami looked for something while the rest just made it down the stairs. Yugi went to call to her, but she dashed off into another direction, disappearing behind a corner. Rounding the corner, the next thing the gang saw was the door to the Girl's Lavatory swing widely on its hinges.

They rushed to the door and went to follow Mai in, when she turned around and slapped the door in their faces. Rubbing their now bruised noses, the guys opened an eye to see her wagging a finger at them.

"You can't come in here. This is the Girl's Lavatory. Just because you act like girls, doesn't mean you can come in here." then she disappeared behind the door.

Mai stepped to the section with the toilets and saw on the left side, a sink with a mirror and on the right were four stalls of toilets. In the middle, Nami was cringing before she flew her bag to the floor and headed into the middle left stall, slamming the door open and lifted the toilet seat up.

The elder peeked her head over the threshold and witnessed as Nami heaved and regurgitated her tiny lunch and breakfast into the toilet bowl. After a quick breath, another wave came and more chunks of half digested food poured into the bowl.

When her shallow breathes calmed down a bit, Mai stepped closer and placed a reassuring hand on her back, rubbing up and down gently, like a mother or big sister. The girl weakly turned her head to reveal her face lined and pale, her hair matted to her head and some sick on her chin.

"I should have gone with the salad."

Mai smiled warmly and grabbed her underneath the armpits and pulled her up, dragging her over to the sink. There, the demon took a paper towel and wet it a bit, wiping off her face and combing back her wild brown hair with her fingers.

"T… Thanks M-Mai."

She smiled, "No problem. You don't wanna go out looking like this. We have to fix up your makeup a bit."

"Uh, Mai? I don't wear makeup."

The temptress looked like she had just been slapped in the face. Recovering, she chuckled lightly and continued to dab the other's face.

"Well… we'll have to fix that won't we? I'll just bring you over to my place and we'll fix you up!" she giggled gleefully.

'"Fix me up?" For what?' Nami asked herself.

Before she could object, Mai took Nami's wrist firmly and slipped both of the backpacks on her shoulder. They walked out the bathroom door and saw the boys sitting against the wall on the ground, looking up when they exited.

"What the hell is your problem?" Bakura shouted, first thing.

Yami opened one of his eyes lazily, "Upset stomach?"

The witch chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of her head out of embarrassment with her free hand, Mai still holding tightly onto her other one. The white-haired demon blinked shockingly at Yami, looking back and forth between the two, before lowering his head in a scowl.

"Well boys," Mai spoke up, "We're heading over to my place. Why don't you stop by later?"

With that, the girls strolled out of the school and down the lane, heading towards the dorm, leaving all the boys staring dumbly after them.


Kind of a rush at the end huh? I didn't really know how to finish it. Well, I hope you like it, because it will be the last one for a week. Then sadly, I won't be typing as fast because school is going to be starting and I had Swim Team practice as soon as I get back from vacation. So I hoped you liked it and please review!