All righty folks! Here's the new chapter! It's really stupid and has practically nothing to do with the plot that I haven't come up with yet! It just kinda shows what happens when you tick of a cranky witch.

Panmotto: Hmm… All right, that's one for Yami/Nami/Seto. As for her hand, you just have to be on guard for things like that. One moment you think everything's back to normal… BAM! A train collides with your house!

BritishxCrumpet: Wow, that's gotta suck.

BritishxCrumpet (Again)Wow, me two! Whatever the hell happened.

BritishxCrumpet (Again (Again)) Thanks. I try.

Yuka Kitsune: Wow! New reviewer! YEYS! Anyway, glad you liked it! I'm not that good with humor, but people seem to be laughing. I'm funny! (cries and accepts Stupidity Award)

Fish and Chips: Yes, they ARE stupid enough to play knife games. But like you said, they laugh in the face of danger. Hey! Chapter idea! Thanks! I owe you one! P.S. CONTINE YOUR STORY MARRIAGE EVALUATION! NOW!

BristishxCrumpet (Again (Again (Again))) Yes, let's all laugh at Bakura's pain! Ah! Don't hurt me!

BristishxCrumpet (Again (Again (Again (Again))))Wow, you people really think this is funny… THANK YOU!

Note: For all those who were wondering what happened to Nami at the end of the last chapter, use your imaginations! Ew! Get your heads out of the gutter!

Note 2: There are puzzles in this chapter and I dare you to use you're brains to figure it out! Or if not, I typed the answer after it for you good ol' lazy people like me.

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. Now shush! I'm watching the new Shaman King episode!


"I can't believe it." Nami groaned as she collapsed into her school desk.

Next to her, her friends all fell into their own chairs, moaning and rubbing their eyes. All of them had been up all night trying to find Nami's hand, and returned unsuccessful. From what ShiShi had said, it could have jet been a false alarm, or the hand really didn't want to go back yet. In the mean time, she had pulled her sleeve down so that the stump was covered quite nicely.

"I can't believe we were up all night and couldn't find anything," she repeated, closing her eyes and laying her head down on her desk.

"Wild goose chase." mumbled Bakura, crossing his arms.

Yugi looked at his brother before getting up from his seat and walking over to the witch. She was muttering under her breath about things he couldn't hear when he tapped her on the shoulder. Her face scrunched up as she reluctantly turned her head to the side.

"You seem really tired. What's wrong?" he asked softly.

She waved her finger at him and he came closer as she whispered, "I'm not a demon." then she buried her head in her arms, wailing out, "I need sleep! Unlike some people!"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." He rubbed the back of his head apologetically.

"What a weakling." Bakura snorted, "An all powerful witch needs sleep and rest like a normal mortal? Pathetic."

The witch turned her head to the side, "I'm not in the mood, Bakura."

"Oh, the little girl isn't in the mood? Did I hurt the widdle girl's feelings?" the demon taunted.

She brought her right hand up from her little nest and balled it into a loose fist. With no warning, she flicked out her index finger and there were a few sparkles of magic popping out. The next instant, muffled shouts filled the air, there was a crash of books falling of a desk.

Nami let out a giggle in her shoulder before raising her head and opening her eyes, wincing as another crash was heard. Bakura was nearly pulling out his hair, looking down at his face where sound was coming from, but no mouth was present. Gazing down at the floor, the witch smiled as she saw his famous evil smirk lying on the classroom floor.

The white-haired demon clawed at his face where his mouth should have been, his eyes turning red with rage. Then he pounced, very cat-like, to catch his mouth when it floated away, much like a piece of paper caught in the wind and floated down onto another spot on the tiled floor.

At this point, his hair started to rise, swirling slowly around his face. His eyes darkened as he restrained all of his anger, clenching his fists and hearing a crack. Bakura charged around the room with his arms in front of him, chasing his mouth as it floating gently around the room, always narrowly escaping his grasp every time.

The witch watched him in amusement, giggling into her hand as he kept trying to recover his mouth. 'At least now he knows what it feels like to have to chase a body part.'

Glancing at the clock, she blinking in surprise that class was going to be starting soon. She shifted in her seat and looked at the demon for a moment longer, before waving her finger again and his lips stopped moving.

He hastily picked it up and slapped it onto his face before it could fly away again. Bakura placed his hands onto his face, wiggling his tongue all around his mouth to make sure everything was the same as it had been.

"Ho," he sighed, before rounding on her, "Gniod er'uoy kniht uoy od lleh eht tahw! Hctiw elttil uoy!" (Oh, You little witch! What the hell do you think you're doing!)

Nami bit her lip to hold back a giggle, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Eciov ym htiw gnorw s'tahw -uoy did yhw? 'Yas I did tahW' naem uoy od tahw?" Bakura slurred before grasping his throat. (What do you mean 'What did I say'? Why did you- what's wrong with my voice?)

"I didn't do anything!" she replied, looking mockingly appalled, "You were the one that screwed up!"

Mokuba grew scared and hide behind the witch, peeking out slightly to look at the boiling albino. He shakily tapped her on the shoulder, gaining her attention.

"What's wrong with Bakura?" he asked.

"Yes," Yami stifled a cackle, "What's wrong with the poor beast?"

"Em htiw gnorw s'tahw! Sey!" The white-haired demon barked. (Yes! What's wrong with me!)

'That's it! I can't take it anymore!'

Nami started to giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. Then, it grew to a chuckle and soon full-blown laughter. She leaned back it her chair and wrapped her arms around her stomach to try and stop the aching. Her head bonked the desk as she rested upon it, biting her lips to try and silence herself.

"Are you ok?" Yugi asked, backing away slightly.

"Y-yeah. I'm o-ok," she said, still shaking a bit, "O-ok. I-" she broke into another giggle fit, wiped her eyes before clearing her throat, trying to return to a serious mood, though a smile remained on her face.

"Alright. Well, it all started when Bakura couldn't keep his mouth shut." she said, earning a fierce glare, "So, in order to shut him up, I removed his mouth."

"Yeah, we got that much," grunted Seto.

"Then," she continued, ignoring his comment, "When he went to put it on, he goofed and put it on backwards. So now, he speaks backwards."

"What!" everyone cried.

"Tahw!" shouted Bakura. (What!)

"Personally, it cracks me up." she said, before giving in to another giggle fit.

"So, how do we reverse it?" Tristan spoke up, eye the albino carefully.

The witch looked up at him, with a crooked smile still on her face, "Reverse it? Why the hell would I want to reverse it?"

"Taorht ruoy tuo tuc lliw I ro ti esrever lliw uoy!" Bakura roared. (You will reverse it or I will cut out your throat!)

"That is such a threat, uoy nomed dab gib uoy!" she joked, smirking and biting her lip. (You big bad demon you.)

Bakura advanced a step, a murderous glare in his eyes, like he was ready to tear her to shreds if she didn't cooperate. His fangs were bared and claws outstretched, making a nervous sweat break out on her forehead.

"Class!" the teacher barked and everyone jumped, "It's time to get to work! To your seats!"

The students went to their desks, slowly and lazily, all except Bakura. He continued his glare on the witch, who started to shake in her seat. The demon went to step forward to her when the teacher slapped his ruler against his desk.

"Mr. Bakura? Would you kindly take your seat?" the professor asked, almost no patients in his voice.

The demon flashed a death glare at the teacher before taking his seat, Nami letting out a sigh in relief.

The class went on, almost as usual, except Bakura didn't answer any questioned, though he hardly did anyway, and the witch kept feeling his eyes burning a whole in the back of her head.

When the bell rang, the gang gathered out in the courtyard, as usual but there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. Nami kept fiddling with her sleeve, making sure that her wrist wasn't seen by any passersby while the stared off into space.

"You know, you should fix him. This is starting to get annoying." Seto spoke up, making the witch look at him.

"Ok." They all stared at her.

"Em xif d'uoy dna ksa si od ot dah ew lla! Ti s'taht!" The said demon nearly popped his jugular vein. (That's it! All we had to do is ask and you'd fix me!)

"Well, there is one condition."

"Like what?" questioned Yami, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Bakura has to give me a heartfelt apology. In lame man's terms, say 'I'm sorry' and say it like you mean It." she said, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air.

"Em gniddik eb attog uoy! Tahw!" The albino snarled. (What! You gotta be kidding me!)

"Nope. Just say you're sorry and I'll fix that little problem."

Nami smiled as she watched Bakura battle himself. Either loses his pride and gets his voice back, or keeps his pride and speaks backwards the rest of his immortal life. Obvious, he decided to keep his pride and beat the shit out of the witch until she turned him back.

"I don't think so."

Mai raised an eyebrow, "You don't think so what?"

"I don't think his plan of proceeding to 'beat the shit out of me' will work in me putting him straight." the witch replied simply.

"Uoy did woh-" the albino started. (How did you-)

"That doesn't matter," Nami interrupted quickly, not wishing to tell them she could read minds once in a blue moon, "All you have to do is say you're sorry."

"On." (No.)

"Say it."

"On!" (No!)

"C'mon! Say it!"

"ON!" (NO!)

"Just say it already!" snapped Seto, Yami and Joey nodding.

"Em ekam t'nac uoy dna ti yas t'now I!" (I won't say it and you can't make me!)

"Wanna bet?"

The witch started to lean forward when Mai gently pushed her out of the way, taking her place in front of the albino. Her violet eyes stared deep into Bakura's dark chocolate ones, an unblinking gaze that made him flinch. He squirmed in his seat, trying to break away from her gaze but found it impossible.

Finally, after fighting the urge to hump her, he turned away and nodded his head up and down fiercely. Mari smiled victoriously and leaned back, crossing her legs and winking at Nami. The witch blushed before nodding gratefully back and scooted in front of the demon.

"Alright. Now say it."

Bakura's face looked like he just put a whole half of a fresh lemon in his mouth. His eyes were squeezed shut so tight; his eyebrows were a part of his cheeks. The demons lips were thinner than a hair and spread out through his whole face, almost touching his ears.

"C'mon. I know you can do it!" She reached over and tickled his side with two fingers, making the others gasp. This little girl was acting like Bakura was a three year old who wouldn't say "Please" to get a cookie out of the cookie jar!

"Yrros." he mumbled. (Sorry.)

"Wait," Nami pulled on her right earlobe, before sticking her pinky into her ear and twirling it a few times. Then she used her index finger and thumb as tweezers and reached into her ear, pulling out a green with brown strips garden snake by the head, her fingers holding the mouth shut. She smiled, obviously playing with him and through the snake into a bush, smiling mockingly sheepish.

"Sorry, snake in my ear. You were saying?" the witch said cutely.

"Yrros m'I." Bakura whispered. (I'm sorry.)

"Oh, come on! Put some enthusiasm in it!" she cheered.

"Yrros m'I!" He almost yelled, making the witch jump back in surprise. (I'm sorry!)

"There we go! That wasn't so hard was it?" she asked innocently.

'Speak for yourself.' most of the demons thought.

'I heard that.' Nami thought to herself.

The white-haired demon pouted before stomping on her foot and pointed at his mouth. She grimaced and rubbed her pounding shoe before blinking and hitting her forehead in realization.

"Oh yeah! A deal's a deal!"

She leaned forward and peeled off his lips, taking them in her hands and examining them closely, by hanging them in front of her with two fingers.

"Wow, you're such a potty mouth," she observed.

Steam poured out of Bakura's ears as he went to stomp on her foot again, but she pulled both her legs up and wrapped her free arm around them, hugging them to her chest. Nami smiled and turned his mouth around and slapped it onto his face again.

"There! All better!" the witch smiled, very childish.

"That's it?" blinked Mokuba, hoping for a trick more like pulling a snake out of her ear.

"Yep! That's it!"

"Well," Yami nudged Bakura, "Did it work?"

"I-I think so." he stuttered, then looked actually glad for once, "That two cent witch did it! She fixed me!"

Nami clenched her fist, shaking with rage as her temples throbbed, 'Two cents? I am NOT a two cent magician that goes to Birthday Parties!'

"Uh, Nami? Are you ok?" Joey asked, going to put his hand on her shoulder.

Then she burst, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Bakura, a giant fire boiling behind her, "Ok! OK! I am certainly NOT ok! That denture-wearing piece of cardboard in a rundown haunted house called me a 'Two cent magician'! I am not an amateur who can't even do a card trick while sitting on a curb in New York, only getting money because people pity them!"

All of them sat shocked at her outburst, even more so Bakura. Her chest was moving up and down rapidly as she panted, still shaking to the brim with anger. Her arm went from straight and tight to sagging before she completely relaxed her muscles, bringing her hand to her side.

"OH!" Joey whooped, smiling and wincing at the same time, "You were shot down! 'Denture-wearin' piece o cardboard'! I gotta remember that!"

Tristan started laughing hard along with Joey as they placed an arm around the other's neck for support. Seto and Yami snickered heartily while their younger siblings chuckled nervously, Mai smiling and patting the witch gently and reassuringly on the back.

"What did you call me?"

Immediately, everyone stopped laughing, their attentions permanently fix on the white-haired demon. His long sharp bangs covered his face, but the tone in his voice was calm and collected.

"I said, 'What did you call me?'" he repeated, raising his head to show off a glare that was so ferocious, that it made him look call and normal, making the color in Nami's face melt away.

"I-I… I- uh…"

Bakura smirked, "I knew it. You're a weak little human. Now, bow down and beg for my forgiveness and I might consider leaving you in enough pieces to have a grave."

"I-…uh, I-" she croaked out.

Suddenly, ShiShi leaped out from a bush and stood between Nami and Bakura, his back hunched and his claws stretched out, hissing and not breaking his stare from the demon. The fiend bared his fangs and let out a growl, the cat coming right back with a small roar that sounded like a lion.

"You even think about hurting a tiny little hair on her head, you will be begging for the underworld to take you to give your scorching flesh a rest." the guardian cat sneered.

"ShiShi!"

The owner scooped up her cat in her arms, petting back his fur and cooing in his ears to try and make him calm down, saying things like "He's not worth it", "Don't forget what Oba-san said" and "I can handle him myself". At last the neko relaxed his body, curling up and laying down in her arms and watching Bakura like a hawk.

For a moment, everything was cool again. Until Nami's wrist started to glow again, the stump shooting up into the air and dragging her along with it, dangling her a few feet from the ground. The stub hung there for a minute, before pulling her straight into a bush, the leaves muffling her scream as the rest of the gang stood up and followed. The hunt was back on.


Yes! I know! I can't do endings! I thought about doing a cliffhanger there for a second, but then I said, "I'm not that cruel."

Ok, the current standings for the pairings are

Yami/Nami/Seto Love Triangle: 1

Yami/Nami: ½

Thanks Panmotto, I think you're right, a triangle is more dramatic. So if you want to voice your opinion, I'd be glad to take it. Until next time, Please review!