Well, here's the third chapter. I'm thinking there should only be one or two more. Enjoy! I don't own YuGiOh (as if anyone actually thinks that I do).

Yami ran through the house, searching for Yugi. He had to find the kid before anything else was destroyed: The living room wall was his latest victim. Yami didn't know where Yugi had gotten a wrecking ball (he wasn't sure he wanted to know either), but he had to stop the kid before somebody got hurt.

As he ran through the house, he was shocked to find Anzu standing at the bottom of the steps. "You really shouldn't have treated Mana like that, Yami! She's going to get you back, and I will if she doesn't!" Suddenly, she morphed into his mother and started scolding him about being more respectful and responsible.

Yami woke up, screaming. Looking around, he realized that he was still in Yugi's house. The clock read 3:30. Yami leaped out of bed and ran downstairs, just to make sure Yugi hadn't destroyed anything.

It was okay. The living room was still standing. Yugi hadn't done anything. He didn't have a wrecking ball. It had all been a bad dream.

Yami knew why he had that dream: Yugi had been acting up even more since Mana had run out in tears. Like Yami had thought, the boy wasn't going to let him get away with it. What's more, Yami had started feeling guilty about the way he had treated her after she had left. Not that he could take back what he said, and not that he didn't still feel the same way, but he wished he hadn't told her.

"Yami, what's wrong?" Yami jumped, turning to see Yugi standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes.

"Nothing, Yugi. Go back to bed," Yami answered with a sigh. Yugi cocked his head, obviously not buying it.

"Tell me the truth, or I'll have to do something drastic."

Yami's eyes widened in terror. After setting the house on fire (by accident), breaking half the merchandise in the shop (on purpose), and sticking a rusty nail in the chair Yami was about to sit in (luckily, the phone rang before Yami sat down), what else could this kid do to him?

"No, please, I'm begging you, don't!" he begged, falling to his knees in front of this little nightmare. "I'll tell you! Okay? Just don't do anything drastic! Please!"

Yugi blinked. "Uh, okay, Yami," he said.

Yami sighed in relief. Yugi waited for an answer. Taking a deep breath, Yami said, "I feel bad about what I did to Mana. I mean, I still think she's crazy, but I shouldn't have said any of that to her."

Yugi grinned as if he had known Yami was going to say that. "Yeah, I knew you'd come around."

"It's not because of you, Yugi. I just... I feel like a real jerk, and I was acting like one yesterday, wasn't I?" Yugi nodded vigorously. Yami glared at the kid before going on. "I was mad at you, and I took it out on her."

Yugi blinked, a confused look on his face. "Wait a minute," Yugi said, "why were you mad at me?"

"You trashed the house the first day I was here, woke me up early the next day by jumping on my stomach, had too much sugar and tried to fly across the living room, and let's not forget that you nearly burned the house down trying to make macaroni and cheese in the middle of the night!"

Yugi blushed. "Sorry," he muttered.

Yami shook his head, sighing. Then, glancing at Yugi, he saw a gleam in the boy's eyes that he didn't like. "What are you thinking?" Yami asked cautiously, ready to run.

"I'm thinking," Yugi said slowly, "that you might want to call that number for help. Because things are about to get a lot worse for you." Yami didn't like the sound of that. At all.

"Yugi, get down here!" Yami called. Yugi had decided it would be fun to climb the shelves in the shop. Now he was standing on top of one, knocking off everything else that was up there.

"Make me!" Yugi answered with a grin. Yami ducked out of the way as a bowling ball came soaring at his head.

"Okay, where did you get that anyway?"

"The same place I got this dart set," the boy answered, holding up a rather sharp-looking dart, which he was aiming at Yami. Yami jumped out of the way when Yugi threw it.

"Hey! You could really hurt somebody that way!" Yami hollered. Yugi's only response: Another grin as he picked up another dart.

Yami had to get help. He ran to the phone, ducking another of Yugi's darts as he did so, and called everyone he could think of; Jonouchi wasn't home, Honda was on a date, and Seto just laughed at him when he asked for help with Yugi. Desperate now (Yugi had run out of darts and was moving on to an air rifle) he called a number he never thought he would: Mana's.

"Come on, pick up, pick up," he mumbled as he waited for an answer.

"Hello?" a male voice answered. Yami blinked. He had been hoping Mana would answer.

"Uh, hi, is Mana there?" he asked.

"That depends, who wants to know?"

"A friend, okay? A friend in desperate need of her assistance."

There was silence for a moment. Finally, the man said, "Alright, she's right here. Hold on a moment."

A second later, Mana's voice came over the line: "Hello?"

Yami dove right in. "Mana, it's Yami. Look, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. I shouldn't have said any of it. But, please, please, please come over and help me! I swear he's going to kill me! He's got a gun!" To Yami, that sounded better than saying that it was an air rifle and that Yugi couldn't even figure out how to work it. Whatever got someone over here quick.

He was lucky. She told him she would be right there. Yami thanked her repeatedly before hanging up.

"Yugi!" he called. "Mana's coming!"

Yugi looked down at him. "Took you long enough to call her. I was beginning to wonder if you ever would."

Yami blinked at the kid. Yugi was climbing down from the shelf. "Are you telling me that you were trying to kill me so that I would call Mana?" Yami asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Yugi said. "I told you you'd feel bad about what you said. And since you do, I figured you should call her and tell her you're sorry."

Was this kid seriously only four years old? Yami didn't know many four-year-olds who would think of something so devious.

"You're evil," Yami said simply. Yugi just grinned.

A few minutes later, Mana came running through the door. "Okay, what's...going...on...?"

She looked at the boys in confusion. Yami was calmly leaning on the counter. Yugi was innocently playing with some toys on the floor. This was not the scene that she had pictured.

"Seriously? I thought you wanted me to leave you alone, Yami. What's with the practical jokes? I seriously ran all the way here!"

Yami held his hands up. "I can explain."

"Then start talking," Mana growled.

Yami gulped. Maybe he would be better off with Yugi destroying everything. "Yugi was acting deranged. Can't you tell from the state of the shop?" Yami gestured at the merchandise scattered all over the floor and the darts sticking out of the walls. Mana looked around, noticing the mess for the first time. "He was doing it on purpose, trying to get me to call you. Because we need to talk." He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Mana, I really am sorry for what I said yesterday. I mean, I still think you might be stalking me, and I still think you're crazy, but I shouldn't have acted like that yesterday." Yami glanced at Yugi, wondering if maybe the kid was right about another thing. "It occurs to me that I probably don't know you all that well, so I shouldn't be judging you yet. So, if you aren't too mad, maybe you could help me take care of Yugi until his family gets back. That way, we can get to know each other a little better."

Yugi was smirking—Yami ignored this, waiting for Mana's answer. Mana sighed shaking her head, but she was grinning. "Well, I guess I could help you out. Something tells me that you aren't any good with kids, and I've done my fair share of babysitting, so you could probably use my expertise. Fine, I'll help."

Yami had never heard a more beautiful statement in his life: He didn't have to babysit Yugi alone anymore. Maybe Mana would make it easier—although he still thought that, most likely, she would just make things harder for him.