Here's the new chapter, I hope you like it. I grew quite bored with this chapter. Ran out of ideas. (sweat drop) That and I can't feel my legs after practice and I rented a FullMetal Alchemist DVD. Freakin' awesome!

BristishxCrumpet: Yey! New reviewer! Cool thanks!

Panmotto: Thanks!

Fish and Chips: Don't worry about it! I'm just glad you like my story! Don't worry; Nami's powers are going to make a ton of weird things happen as time goes on. Remember, she's a witch in training. Emphasis on TRAINING.

Horsie890: Thanks, I'm not that good at humor, but I'm glad somebody appreciates it. I hate pink too, and all that girly crap.

Note to all readers! I've been getting some comments from reviewers, questioning about pairings. Cough! Panmotto and Fish and Chips! Cough! Anyway, I'm not exactly sure about the pairings myself. The obvious is Joey/Mai, but as for Nami, I don't know. I was thinking Yami/Nami but that was natural instinct. (goes goo-goo for Yami) But I was also thing a Yami/Nami/Seto triangle but I'm not sure. Leave your comments in your reviews if you want.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.


Nami held her hands out in front of her body, closing her eyes firmly. A small white light glowed from her palms and spread through her hands to her fingertips. She brought her hands together in a symbol like a prayer and then lightly pressed the magic balls in her palms to the wall.

The radiant light jumped from her arms to the broken wall, a falling piece of plaster stopping in mid-air. It floated back to the spot it came from and magically attached itself back to the wall, the web like cracks starting to disappear as the cream paint of the wall wiped over them.

Soon, the last of the fractures vanished, leaving the spotless beige wall looking brand new. The witch lowered her arms and opened her eyes, smiling and examining her work.

"Wow!"

She looked over and saw Mokuba gapping at her talents. The whole he, himself had made vanished in a few mere seconds.

"Well, now that that's over…"

Nami picked up her backpack, which was lying beside the couch, ShiShi bounding onto her shoulder at the same time, and walked toward the door of the apartment. She leaned over and slipped her shoes onto her feet, making sure they were snug before reaching out to the door handle.

"You're not leavin' already are ya?" Joey asked, looking up.

"Well," the girl blushed with embarrassment, "It's getting kinda late. So I better be-"

"Oh no you don't!" Tristan cried, grasping her waist and pulling to down to the ground, falling on her butt, "We didn't bring all this extra food for nothing! Well, Joey eats a lot, but you can't leave now after all that work we did!"

The werewolf growled and smacked the brown-haired demon over the head, "You eat just as much as I do! Besides, he's right Nami, you can't leave yet."

"Yeah, we were just going to play some games!" said Mai, pleading with big watery eyes.

"Um, ok then…"

She reluctantly sat down with Tristan's arms still around her waist. He only let go when ShiShi climbed down her shoulder and swiped at his hand with his paws before settling down on her owner's lap.

"So, what kind of games?" she asked hesitantly and gulped at their smirks.

"Oh, just some games us demons like to do when we're bored." Yami said and smirked seductively; Nami felt her legs turn to jelly.

"R-really?" she stuttered.

Seto chuckled and leaned closer so that his warm, mint breath was on her neck, "Do you want to go first? We're going to play a game I like to call… 'Scored'."

The color completely drained out of Nami's face, the only parts of her body working were her arms, using all of her strength to keep ShiShi from slicing his throat. The little cat struggled and hissed against her hold; desperately wanting to show the vampire that no one can say that to his master.

"Oh, come on Seto, you know she won't be any good at that game." Mai said, making the witch's eye twitch out of annoyance, "Let's play another game."

'Must not get cocky, must not get cocky must not-'

"Hey! I'd be great at that game!" she shouted out, and then clasped her hands over her mouth. Everyone looked at her, and she quickly blinked and looked away, not meeting anyone's gaze.

"I just agree with Mai, we should play a different game," she said quickly.

All of them were immediately engrossed into thinking, trying to find a suitable game. Several times, Joey raised his head and opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head.

"I know!" cried Tristan, thrusting his arm into the air, "We can play some Knife Games!"

Bakura and Seto looked at each other and nodded, Joey hooted and Yugi and Mokuba smiled delightedly. Mai stood up and walked into the kitchen, clinking around in drawers and coming back with several knifes, most of them butcher knifes.

"K-knife games?" Nami choked out and ShiShi narrowed his eyes.

"I'll go first." Bakura grunted and sat next to the small table in the middle of the living room.

The temptress handed him a butcher knife and sat on the couch in front of him, while everyone else, including Nami gathered around and watched excitedly. The demon held the handle with the blade facing down with his other hand on the table, his five fingers spread out.

"You're not going to…" she whispered, but was cut off with a loud thwack.

Everyone's heads crowded around the demon's hand and gasped. The stiletto was sticking out of the wood of the table, barely a centimeter away from slicing off his ring finger. He grasped the blade in his and yanked it out, making the witch flinch. Then he decided to show off by twirling it through his fingers and then laying it on the table.

"Next." he said smirking, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head.

Joey narrowed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, snatching the blade before anyone else could. Bakura snottily moved out of the way and let the new challenger sit in his spot, while he took Joey's former spot by Seto and Yami.

Joey slammed his hand onto the table while hover the blade about a foot above, biting his tongue that was sticking out a bit between his lips in concentration. After a second, he closed his eyes and stabbed randomly, only opening them when he heard a thump.

The werewolf opened his left eye a hair before blinking and opening both of them, his head, along with everyone else's cramming around the knife to see what happened. There was a groan as the blade cut half way into Joey's middle finger, starting to bleed over the table.

"You suck at this game, man!" laughed Tristan.

"Shut up." Joey growled as Mai took the knife and wiped the blade off with a white towel.

Nami felt her stomach squirm as Joey looked at his finger, some bone sticking out as he dangled it in front of him in amusement before he tried to wrap it in his hands. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she uncharacteristically grabbed his hand forcefully and rubbed her thumb over the wound, leaving behind not even a scar.

"Uh, thanks, I guess." he said shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

"I only did it so it wouldn't fall off and creep me out even more," she said, trying to sound tough, then gave in and added in a small voice, "But you're welcome."

After the blade was cleaned, Mai leaned over and asked, "So you wanna go next?"

The witch pointed to herself and Mai nodded, making the girl double over. Only a game causing physical harm to ones self could be amusing to demons. 'If they think me being surprised was bad, they definitely won't like this.'

"Y-You sure? I-I-I don't t-think-"

"Come on! It'll be fun!" Mokuba said as he pushed her into the "magic chair" and handed her the knife.

For a moment she just sat there, staring unblinkingly at the blade before Yami rolled his eyes and nudged her, making the dagger almost fall out of her hands. Finally, she held it over her hand, shaking like a dog drying off.

The demons all watched in awe as she gripped the knife tighter in her clammy right hand. Then, she shrieked and stabbed the table randomly with her eyes glued shut. When there was no sound, Nami grudgingly opened one of her eyes.

Her friends had eyes the size of the moon, staring down at the table with the blade sticking out of it. Nami narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow. She couldn't have stabbed her finger or hand, it didn't hurt; were they just amazed that she won the game?

Glancing down, she nearly fainted. The knife was sticking straight out of the table, wobbling back and forth a bit, but Nami's hand wasn't there. A few inches below the blade was a stump, which was once her wrist, leading back to her arm.

She brought the stump in front of her face and blinked stupidly at it as if her hand would just magically come back, but it didn't; that's when she lost it.

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" she shrieked, waving her stump frantically in the air, "My hand! Where the hell's my hand!"

"Uh oh." said the cat.

The demons and the cat watched as she ran back and forth through the dorm room, screaming at the top of her lungs and staring at her wrist. On the sidelines, Bakura couldn't help but snicker and covered his mouth with his hand.

On one of her trips past the group, Seto stuck out his foot, making her trip and land straight on her face, lying still with her head in the carpet. The rest cautiously gathered around her limp form and sat on their knees, ShiShi leaping onto her head.

A groan snapped them out of their trance as her head barely moved back and forth, wiggling about before her face peeked out of the carpet, her eyes glazed over and ShiShi sniffing her face.

"Wha-What?" she mumbled.

"Stupid, you know that you have no backbone. Playing a game to cause physical harm to yourself." ShiShi clicked his tongue, "You knew your body was going to defend itself."

"Yeah but, where's my hand?" Nami asked in a small voice.

"Err, that's another question." the neko turned to the demons, "We have to find her hand."

"'We'? Why us?" snarled Bakura, crossing his arms.

"'Cause something really bad will happen if we don't find it." Nami answered before the cat opened his mouth.

"Like what?" Tristan sneered.

With a brief look at each other both cat and owner said, "You don't wanna know."

"So, all we have to do is find your hand?" Mokuba brought his index finger to his chin, "That shouldn't be too hard."

"Speak for yourself," the vampire looked up at the witch, "This is magic we're talking about. It's not like I just cut off my hand and it's lying on the floor. It could be almost anywhere! At least one thing's for sure, it's still on campus."

"Hold up!" Joey shouted, jumping to his feet, "You're trying to tell me that your hand is on campus, anywhere on campus!"

"Yep."

"This is going to take a while," Yami spoke up, making everyone flinch, "Our campus is not only the grounds with the school buildings, but there are hundreds of acres of wood that stretches for miles. This isn't going to be easy."

'Good Gravy! Don't these guys know anything about magic?' she thought, completely frustrated.

"Alright," Nami seethed, closing her eyes and taking a big breath before opening them again, everyone watching her intently. She sat down cross-legged and placed her one hand on her knee and the stump on the other a strangely serious look on her face.

"Time for another lesson in magic." the witch began, not helping but giggle at Mokuba and Yugi's cheer.

"Everything in life has a whole, a center, a feeling of unity. If part of the whole is lost, misplaced or just plain separated, it's obviously not whole anymore. In magic, the magical properties of the two parts will seek each other out, like magnets, that's not true in all cases, but in mine it is." She explained, earning a nod of truth from ShiShi.

"So, you're saying…" Yugi pondered.

"That my hand will come to me in time, yeah. That's pretty much it."

"So, what do you want us to do?" Mai asked cutely.

"Just keep your eyes open." She shrugged at their looks, "There isn't much else we can do."

They all sat in silence for a while, Joey had opened a can of the strangest foreign looking pop ever, Yugi and Mokuba were having thumb wars and the rest of the guys were just looking around. The neko grew bored and started to clean himself, licking his outstretched leg while Mai watched curiously, brushing his fur and mumbling about highlights.

Suddenly, Nami's stump let of a faint glow, rising up into the air and pulling her body upwards. The rest watched in awe as her wrist turned around, looking awfully like a dog trying to sniff out a cat. In a flash, it turned towards the door, then rushed straight at it.

Screaming, her head smashed into the door along with her wrist, but her wrist recovered faster. It began to pound over and over again at the door, as if it would vanish eventually and allow itself passage. The witch's head started turning black and blue, some blood dripping out her nose as the wrist, having a mind of its own, continued to try and get though the door.

"A little help?"

Mai calmly stood up and stepped over her body. She reached over and turned the door handle, the wrist halting in surprise. The temptress swung the door open and Nami's body was dragged out into the hall, where it smacked against the metal railing.

"Whoa, are you ok?" Mokuba peeked over the doorframe with everyone else crowding behind him.

An incoherent high-pitched whine answered him, when the wrist popped up like a snake's head. It turned and "stared" down both sides of the dark and empty hallway before it rushed towards the right, pulling a seemingly unconscious witch behind it.

The demons followed after it, except Bakura, who continued to lie on the floor, yawning. When they all turned to corner, they saw the stub poke like a bird's beak into the down button, and then looked up at the floor numbers on top. The peeling number one was glowing and not moving.

A short moment sped by before the stub decided to "Screw the elevator" and turned towards the balcony. The stairs were on the other side of the building and it couldn't get past the demon blockade. It did the next best thing.

The wrist pulled its body upwards and over the railing, Nami's head looking frantically around, and then a few feet away from the balcony, it dropped the witch five floors down. She screamed and curled up into a ball with her stump still up in the air as she slapped the tiled floor hard on her face, the sound echoing through the building.

"Ouch." whispered Tristan and Joey nodded his head, everyone else cringing.

Her left wrist rose up again, like a snake ready to strike and slithered with the body behind it out the wide open dorm doors, disappearing out of sight in the blackness.

"Great, she's loose!" Tristan groaned and rubbed his forehead.

"Wonder what's up." Mokuba pondered when the black cat leaped onto his shoulder.

"It's pretty simple, her body's felt the presence of her hand and went to find it." ShiShi explained.

"Really?" The cat nodded, "I didn't expect it to be so… cartoony."

"Well, what did you expect?"

"A full blown anime cut scene?"

"On our budget? Keep dreaming."

(A/N: And so I shall… (sigh))

A loud crash interrupted their thoughts, and they looked down towards the double doors, all except Mai and Yami shaking and crouching down. After a scream was heard, the two brave ones ran down the hallway toward the doors, the others finally running behind them.

"Could I have some help please?" Nami called.


Well, that's that. If you want to comment on the pairings, leave it in your review, I'd be glad to hear from you. Until then, please review and I gotta go. Gonna be late for practice.