Chapter 7: Confrontations of the fifth commandment

Oh, this chapter's a bit longer than the others. Enjoy it!.

- glomps Yuugi – Iya iya da. (Naughty, naughty!) Hm. Stare-ookie and sigh-faction both sound good… I especially like stare-ookie. /giggles/

yugirules- Perhaps… perhaps! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Akio the Dragon Master- Ha ha, you sound like me at my friend Sabrina's house. I stole her jar of pretzels and ran off. Mmm… Utz's Pretzel Stix/has hearts in eyes/ Mmm… Oh, and Gregory seems evil. Tell him to beware! That might cause Jaken-sama to fall in love with him.

dragonlady222- You're partially right, and partially wrong. I won't tell you where you were wrong though.

Dragon-Charmer16- SAVED/whack/ UNSAVED! LOL! I love your reviews.

The school bell clanged, signaling the end of another rather boring week of school. Yugi and Joey stepped out the doors along with the rush of other students, instantly baking in the hot, Friday afternoon sun. Yugi tugged his backpack straps out of frustration habit, and picked up the pace. However, Joey dawdled, wasting time talking to some girl whose mascara was smearing due to the humidity.

"Naw, you still look pretty—"

"Joey! Come on! I'm dyin' out here!" Yugi flailed his arms. The girl rolled her eyes and flicked back a lock of her hair before giving Joey a later, loser look. Then she sauntered off.

"Awwww, Yug'!" Joey scowled. "Whadja do that for?"

"Let's hurry up and leave, Joey! It's boiling out here!" Yugi complained.

Joey waved him away. "You go home! I have friends to make!"

"Yeah," Yugi murmured, "special friends…" Grumbling, he stepped off of the sidewalk into the street. The pavement had been burning the soles of his shoes. The air was hotter than the dance floor in a music video. Yugi's hair was already damp—and he hated that.

Unfortunately, by the time Yugi was even halfway home, his clothes were soaked. Damp clothes are heavier; he was tired. He sat down on a bench. Normally, the heated wood would've scalded his skin, but he was so wet he didn't notice.

Some small kids came up to him with a hose. He paid them a couple yen pieces to spray him with water. "Aaah…"

"You just proved what I always thought about you, Yugi."

Oh no. Not that voice.

"You're all wet."

Yugi turned around and glared at the quondam tomb thief. "Get a life, Bakura."

"I have one, thanks to the Millennium Ring, and Ryou's credit card." Bakura flashed the plastic in front of Yugi's face, slashing at his nose with it.

"Ow." Yugi rubbed his nose. "Why does Ryou even have one of those things?"

"You have any idea how hard it is to pay for everything in cash? Anyway, I was just wondering if you would join me in my Pharaoh-destroying schemes?"

"No."

Bakura began to put on his Pouty Ryou Redux look. "Why not? I know that you hate the Pharaoh."

"Being mad at someone isn't the same as hating him," Yugi tried to explain. He was rather mad at Yami, though. He'd stolen Tea.

"Hey Yugi!"

Yeah Tea?

"Thanks for going out with me tonight! It was really fun!"

Well, uh… Maybe we should do it again someti—

"Hey Tea!"

"Hey Yami! Oh, bye Yugi!"

Bakura scowled. "Fine. Be that way. But you know you want t—"

"I don't."

Bakura scowled again. "Fine. Be that way," he said again.

"I will."

As soon as Bakura left, Yugi got up and began heading home again, this time soaked to the bone with a mélange of water and sweat. However, soon he was in front of his house. Now he was dawdling outside, wondering how mad his mom would be that he got his school uniform all wet. He had just remembered; their dryer was broken. Oh, well. It wasn't like it was his only uniform…

"Koncha gaki-me."

Yugi turned. "Marik."

Marik smiled brightly at him, his eyes flashing bright gold in the sun. "Yes! Miss me?"

Yugi sweat dropped. "Your ubiquity annoys me, you know."

Marik tilted his head to one side. "I'm ubiquitous?" he piqued.

Yugi clenched his fists together, trying to vent his frustration. "Yes, you are," he growled. "I'm sick and tired of you being everywhere I go. I'm wet, I'm tired, and—"

"I like girls that are wet and tired," Marik joked, licking his lips.

"I am not a girl!" Yugi screamed with such intensity, it nearly blew Marik away. "Get the heck away from me, you stupid Egyptian freak! I'm not giving your stupid, rotten, pathetic, spoiled, hikari-sama back his five freaking dollars! I don't even have any American money! I don't even remember how much yen five dollars is! And even if I did give it back to him, I wouldn't do it through you, you egotistical sonofa—"

Marik grabbed Yugi by the throat and shook him. Yugi shoved his fingers in-between Marik's palms and his neck, but wasn't able to knock his hands off of him. Marik picked him up and threw him on the ground.

"Well I don't need your prissy attitude, drama queer!" Marik scowled.