Here's the next chapter. Sorry I didn't have it out sooner, asking a guy out can really take a lot out of ya. Besides, major writer's block… And I wanna write a vampire story! Wah! I'm trying to resist but I'm going to give in real soon here. But I wonder, would anybody read it?

Yuka Kitsune: OMG SHE DOES! Ah! Tohru scares me! And it's ok, I haven't written for a while anyway.

MyAgent'llSendYouAGiftBasket: Lol! I love your screen name! xD Ok, now that that's out of the way. I'd be flattered if you did use my idea, but you have to make it good! xD (wags finger) Otherwise I might get angry, you won't like me when I'm angry. : ( And of course there can be more Bakura fluff, there's a little in this chapter actually. But you know, it's kinda hard to do, him being evil and hating everyone and all. Blondes are cool, though I swear my best friend was born blonde, then her mom dyed her to a brunette, but yeah, it took many people to get that backwards speech. Pretty clever ain't I?

Disclaimer: I hate these damn things. You know, I know, let's go to Hooters.


As Yugi and Nami approached her apartment, Seto looked up from his spot leaning against the doorframe. He nodded slightly to the two and walked inside, the pair following soon after. Inside the small living room, everyone had gathered and all the herbs were placed on a cloth in the center of the floor.

Nami set her basket down on the floor and scooped up large amounts of green into her hands, laying it on top of the mound already in place. The others watched silently until she finished and dusted her hands, small bits of plant floating down onto the pile.

She wiped her sweating forehead, "Wow, you guys did a great job! This is terrific!"

"Are you always this happy?" Bakura mumbled to himself, from his spot on the couch.

"ShiShi!" she called, seemingly not hearing what he said.

"What!"

"We found 'em!"

Out from down the hall, towards the bedroom, the small black cat trotted, his tail regally standing high in the air as he marched forward and sat down in front of the plants they have gathered. His little pink nose twitched as he sniffed the plants, seemingly alien in the apartment, but smiled, thoroughly satisfied.

"Wow, you demons are actually good for something." he mused to himself, though everyone heard him.

Just as Joey and Tristan were about to growl, in a whirl of sparkling dust, a kettle, complete with teacups and plates for everyone appeared on the floor by the bounty, all sitting neatly on a large tray. All of the demons gasped while Nami clapped with a childlike grin on her face.

ShiShi smirked slightly, amused at the reactions he received from their guests. After he had his fun, he closed his golden eyes, long and hard before opening them. Everything started working at once. Leaves from the pile would rise up and fly towards the kettle, little clumps often shaking off excess or gathering more as each different type came together before dropping into the pot.

Out of nowhere, a circle of fire lit underneath the teapot, which was being magically held a few inches above the carpet, to avoid the whole dorm to burn to the ground. While the tea was beginning to boil, the newest part of the group thought the show was over, but when Joey screamed they knew otherwise.

From the kitchen, little square cookies floated out, one by one in a line until they all created an oval and circled around above the teapot. Just then, steam started to pour out of the spout, making a rather loud whistling noise.

The shiny dust gathered around the kettle as well and it lifted up, floating over to where the cups sat. The tea poured, a soft brown color, followed by steam building up by the ceiling as every cup was slowly filled. When that was done, the kettle flew back to where the flame was, though it had gone out and hovered there, a few inches above the carpet.

The cookies circled around once more, then in a single file line dove down towards the cups, and once landed on each little plate. After that was all completed, each cup slowly rose into the air, careful of the sloshing liquid inside and slowly floated over to each person in the room, hovering in place in front of their confused faces.

"Arigato! This looks great ShiShi-sama!" the witch smiled widely.

The group watched as she picked up the plate in her left hand, and held it flat, while her right hand grasped the handle of the cup. She brought the steaming tea under her nose and took in a huge breath, filling her lungs before letting it back out.

Gazing deeply into the swirling beverage before him, Yugi followed her actions and picked up the tea plate, everyone else soon mimicking both of them. Then, all of them froze. Each and every one stared into the brown liquid, Tristan sniffing it curiously while the rest eyed it suspiciously.

All was still for a moment until a soft slurp was heard, and everyone turned to Nami. She had the cup to her mouth and let out a satisfactory hum until she brought the cup back onto the plate, sighing contently.

"Delicious as always!"

Bakura looked down at the tea and raised an eyebrow, "You mean it's not going to kill us?"

"I'm not sure. We've never given it to demons before."

"Gee, thanks."

ShiShi narrowed his eyes, but strangely didn't retort. 'These demons… they don't know anything. They don't know how much Nami's given up for them. They don't know what kind of trouble they're getting into. This strange bond, what keeps it together?' He glanced over at his master, who was biting into her cookie, encouraging Mokuba and Yugi to do the same. 'She doesn't realize what she's getting herself into. This is going to be harder than I thought.'

"ShiShi-sama?"

He looked up into the curious brown eyes of his master. She was leaning forward a bit, and the cat could sense that her aura was a lot stronger, the sickness almost completely gone from her system.

"I'm fine. You just finish your tea."

Nami looked surprised, but nodded and took another sip. The black cat watched her intently, studying her face expressions; his little ears twitching at the sound of her heart, or anything to try and get an inside scoop.

He sighed angrily to himself and walked off, the dishes flying up after him. As he walked with his tail in the air, as all the dirty dishes clustered in a group and followed him obediently, even yanking away from Yami's grasp as to do what they've been told. Even the plate Tristan and his werewolf best friend were fighting over slipped loose, whacked them both over the head, and preceded to follow the rest of it's kind.

Nami licked her fingers, "That was good!"

"It was," Seto said quietly, "For your standards."

She sat up straight because of the strange coldness in his voice, trying to suppress a shiver. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure both brother saw.

"So, you feelin' any better Nami-chan?" Joey asked, his brown eyes shimmering curiously.

For a second, she was caught off guard, "Y-Yeah. I feel fine actually. One-hundred percent!"

"That's great!" Mai clapped.

The witch nodded, but couldn't help sneaking a glance at Mokuba. He kept his face down, his expression unreadable, a wave of sad feelings just coming off him and his brother in waves. The fat hamster in her brain, which was a substitute for her original one started running on his wheel; it was a rather unpleasant sight.

"Hey, you guys want a snack?" everyone glanced at her, "I know that the cookie and tea wasn't much, but it has powerful magic healing properties, so we couldn't just waste it willy-nilly. But I could whip up something if you want."

The group looked at each other, then nodded and smiled.

"That would be great Nami-chan!" Tristan grinned greedily.

"Yeah, if you don't mind." Mai added.

"As long as you don't push yourself." Yugi said in a serious tone.

Nami shook her head, "I promise. I'm a really good cook!"

She stood up and walked into the little kitchenette, the others remaining sitting and waiting awkwardly. Few sounds of cupboards opening and closing met their sensitive ears, but nothing really other than that, which made the responsible demons like Yami and Mai nervous.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Yami asked, standing up.

"I'm sure!" her voice called, "I'm just making sandwiches! Nice and simple!"

Almost ever demon let out a soft sigh; at least she wasn't using any dangerous utensils, namely knives. There was, of course, the one evil demon who sighed angrily and fiddled with his white hair, obviously upset that she couldn't kill herself.

The clock on the wall ticked as the minutes went by, everyone finding someway to entertain themselves. Yugi started chatting to Joey and Tristan, Mokuba listening in; the subject circling around some kind of games, the excited tones coming from their voices being heard around the room.

Mai waited patiently, until her mind began to drift. She got bored and crossed her legs un the couch, sitting right above Joey and began playing with his dirty blonde locks, tying them into braids and whatnot. Seto and Yami got into a conversation about things finally being able to go back to normal, Bakura even voicing his opinion every now and again.

Everything was rather peaceful, until a small, sharp gasp was heard from the kitchen. Kaiba, being the closest was there in a heartbeat, standing at the archway into the little kitchen area, freezing immediately in his place.

Yami and Bakura came next, eyes widening at the sight. Nami was holding her left hand, a little drip of blood slowly easing out as the knife used was sitting innocently on the counter; it was being used to cut the sandwiches.

Seto's eyes widened, the navy pupils shrinking to the size of pinholes as he felt an abnormal pulse surge through his body. Nami thought she heard something and looked backwards, thoroughly surprised that they were staring at her in such a manner, Kaiba shaking like he was.

"What…?"

Both demons followed her gaze and felt sudden terror grip them. In an instant, both of them wrapped their iron grips around his arms and slammed him into the wall, trying to keep Seto as immobile as possible; Nami watching them, face white with terror.

In the other room, no one noticed anything was wrong, until at the exact same time, Mokuba froze. He completely stopped breathing and his face became pale, his whole body looking like a statue. His once soft deep purple eyes grew small, transforming into slits, as realization hit everyone else.

The witch looked from Bakura's to Yami's faces, not understanding what was happening, whispering, "What… what are you two doing?"

"You idiot!" The albino snarled, trying to glare at her from the corner of his eye, "Run while you still have a chance!"

Her brown eyes widened as Seto's fangs slowly poked their way out of his mouth, his once motionless body started to twitch and jerk in the two demons' holds. Deciding she shouldn't waste anymore time, Nami glanced around the kitchen and swiped a towel lying on the counter and slipped between the wall and the Motou, leaping into the living room.

The first thing she saw was Mokuba hunched over in the corner, and she didn't dare stop. Nami ran straight to the door and yanked it open, the door slamming into the wall so hard it partly feel off it's hinges. At the moment, she didn't care in the slightest, wrapping the kitchen towel around her bleeding hand and dashing out of her apartment in her socks.

Slipping around in her wool socks, the witch made it straight for the elevator and pressed the button. Her foot tapped out of anxiousness, and when the doors didn't open in a single second, she ditched that plan and headed for the stairs down the hall.

Her shoulder slammed into the cold iron door, but she ignored the pain it caused, or even the deafening sound of it crashing into the cement wall; only concentrating on running down the stairs as fast as she could. Nami even tried jumping up to three at a time, but when she reached near the first floor, tripped and rolled the rest of the way.

The witchling couldn't ignore her first instinct to hold onto her aching ankle, which twisted when she fell, but gave it a quick dose of magic to try and forget the throbbing. Limping slightly, Nami raced out of the dorm and into the Courtyard, turning at each and every corner she saw to try and confuse anyone who might be chasing her.

Of course, there's always a down side to that, like getting confused yourself and ending up getting lost. She blinked. Then looked to her right. Then left. Then blinked again, collapsing to the ground with a sigh.

'Ok, that was stupid. Now I'm lost, with one, possibly two, hungry, or… thirsty vampires on my tail. Wait, now that I think about it. I've never actually seen them eat, err, drink before. Does that mean they haven't consumed anything since I got here?'

The thoughts of two starving vampires wasn't comforting, especially when one was a tired witch who was recovering from a cold. Shaking her head, she looked down at her hands, where one wrapped the other in the towel. Slowly she peeled it away and inspected her wound. It wasn't that bad, and the blood was slowing a lot. Now only a trickle seeped through the broken skin.

"That's good."

A sudden rustling behind her broke her thoughts. Nami stomach twisted into knots as she could feel her face pale and sweat gather on her forehead. She carefully took her time to slowly shift her position to look behind her and instantly froze solid. Two black slit eyes bore into hers, a feeling of total helplessness engulfing her like an ocean.

Nami felt like she was drowning. All she could see were those eyes, those horrible coal black eyes as she struggled to surface, but the darkness didn't let her. Then those eyes came closer. She saw the outline to a figure, but her clouded mind, even with magic, couldn't tell who it was.

"Come here," it said, in a seductive and comforting voice, "Let me help you."

The shadow held out a hand, but Nami was almost too distracted to grab it. Her immediate attention was sucked up by being pulled further into the darkness, but that hand soon looked more and more inviting. She went to grab it, but something was holding her back and it wasn't just the blackness.

"What's wrong?" it asked. It seemed as puzzled as she was.

"Something… is telling me: I shouldn't trust you."

That appeared to anger it slightly, but she could sense it smile again, that mesmerizing smile. Her heart was doing back flips; she was completely hooked. The witch reached out with her little soft hand and started to wrap her slim fingers around the shadow's strong hand.

She screamed and pulled back, and electric shock snapping at both of them as soon as the hands touched. Nami felt tears come to her eyes, what was wrong? Was it something about her? This shadow, although ominous wants to help her, isn't that a good thing?

Apparently not.

Nami gasped as the blackness below her dragged her further below. A low snarl sounded from above her. She glanced up with watery eyes and saw the figure hunched over, the growl coming from it as she sank a little lower.

"Wha-What? What are you doing?" Nami called to it in a small voice, "Stop it. Stop it, please. Stop it, you're scaring me!"

It didn't respond, only showing two perfect rows of white, shiny teeth and roared. She shook out of fear and let out a scream as it crouched down towards her trying to snap at her outstretched hand. Nami tried her best to roll up into a ball to protect herself, and brought her knees up to her chest and let out a ear-splitting scream.

"Nami!"

"Nami-chan!"

Her eyes were close and she didn't dare open them, but those voices sounded familiar. Then again, that was happening a lot these days. A shiver went down her spine as she felt the aura of the dark figure grow stronger with hatred, but then die down considerably, as if it moved farther away.

The shuffling of feet, a few moans, groans, complaints and yells passed, until Nami heard someone approach her. Out of habit, she curled up even further, shaking out of fear. Whoever was there realized that and took everything in slow movements. The person placed their hand gently on her shoulder, even squeezed a little reassuringly.

"It's ok, kid. Everything's going to be fine now."

Slowly, she unfurled herself and opened her eyes, meeting the non other than Bakura's dark chocolate ones. His brown orbs were sparkling with a strange essence that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but gladly uncurled from her ball position and sat on her calves, still a little shaken.

He still hadn't removed his hand from her shoulder as she gazed behind him, to where Yami was holding back Seto. Once glance into Kaiba's eyes and Nami instantly got that sinking feeling again. She recognized those eyes, they were the same ones as before.

The witch couldn't help herself and started to shrink back again, tears gathering in her eyes. The hand on her shoulder squeeze a bit harder, not enough so it hurt, but enough to make sure she couldn't run. Nami gazed up into Bakura's eyes, seeing that he wasn't looking at her, but at Kaiba, his fangs looking like they were ready to tear him apart.

It was almost unnerving, watching the albino be so protective, but something about the way he was glaring at Seto made Nami feel untouchable in his grasp.

Finally, something Yami said seemed to snap Seto out of his trance, but before anyone could say anything else, the vampire ran off into the forest. She saw something shiny fall to the ground right as he left, but then a drip of water landed on her head.

Nami gazed up into the sky to see dark rain clouds overhead. Another drip splashed on the tip of her nose before light sheets of rain feel from the sky. For a long moment, no one said anything, and the girl just stared up into the heavens, where the rain was coming from, but she knew those first drops weren't rain.

"…go… Hey, Nami-chan, are you listening?"

"Huh?"

Yami looked at her kind of weird before sighing, "I said we'd better go back. You're getting soaked."

She glanced down at her hands and body to see her uniform sticking to her small, fragile body and how her hair was matted to her face. Beside her, Bakura stood up and walked towards Yami, only pausing to look back at her.

Nami stared into the chocolate and ruby eyes, then sighed. She stood up, water sliding down her arms and legs and she took a step forward. She saw out of the corner of her eye how they jerked, curious as to why she hesitated.

"What… about…?"

"He'll be fine. Hurry up, before you get sick again."

Then Bakura walked off in the general direction of the dorms, leaving Nami alone with Yami. An unsettling feeling left her begging not to be alone again, and ran over to the lycan and grasped tightly onto his arm. His eye twitched a bit, but he held onto her arm tightly and swiftly lead her back to the apartment.

When they opened the door, four worried faces met them. Bakura was sitting in a chair and not socializing, as usual. Nami glanced around and didn't see Mokuba anywhere, and her goody-two shoes nature made her ask.

"Where's Mokuba-kun?"

"Are you crazy!" Tristan exclaimed, jumping up from his seat, "You almost died, or worse, and you're worried about one of them who tried to kill you!"

Nami glared slightly, scared of course, but kept her voice firm, "I didn't ask your opinion, I asked where Mokuba-kun was. Now are you going to tell me or do I have to go look for him?"

"Calm down Nami-chan!" Yugi took hold of her hand, "Don't do anything rash. Mokuba just went back to his apartment and locked himself in. He didn't want to hurt you. No need to get upset."

"Is he going to be alright?"

Tristan groaned, "Nami!"

"He'll be fine." Yugi assured.

"Good…"

Nami collapsed onto her knees and then sank to sitting on her calves, she was still soaked from the ran and the terror of another near death experience was still sinking in. Mai came over to examine the extent of the damage while Yugi made sure his brother was fine.

"Gee, Hun, you look tired." She whispered soothingly.

Sighing, the witch didn't reply, but preceded to rub her eyelids. Mai studied the look on her face, seeing the lines of terror etched into her skin with dark bags forming underneath her eyes; worry for the Kaiba brothers, and for herself. That's when she got an idea.

"Hey, why don't you spend the night at my place, hm? We can have a sleepover! Stay up late, eat junk food, tell secrets. C'mon it'll be fun!"

Nami stared at her blankly, but, once again, didn't have a choice once Mai made up her mind. The next thing she knew, the little witch was being dragged out by her armpits and down the hall to the temptresses apartment.


Sorry, it was kinda filler this time. But have no fear! You have living proof that for sure the sleep over is the next chapter! Also, a little Bakura fluff, and onto the next saga, helping the Kaiba brothers! I don't know which one to feature, Seto or Mokuba more? If you guys tell me your opinion that might help, but it will focus on both. And I forgot where I was going with that whole ShiShi thinking thing, so… sorry? Ja ne!