The first half of this was beta-read by Akio the Dragon Master! Uber-thanks Akio. Also, Thursday Addams, I update this while you were busy reading Chapters 20 and 21! Mwahaha!

Chapter 22: Megan

Our chapter begins in the 3rd person. Bakura gives his kidnappee-turned-guest a disapproving look from across the table.

"Are you sure her name is Megan?" he asks for the first time since yesterday. ("He" obviously being Bakura, since Strings is a mime, and mimes do not speak.) The tomb thief (again, obviously Bakura) peers into his glass of orange juice with concern, a frown etched on his face. He is searching for pulp. The carton said it contained "some".

The mime (we're talking about Strings this time and, honestly, I swear after this chapter is over I'll never point out that Strings is a mime again) pauses in his pancake devouring activity, a fork just inches away from his multiply-pierced lips. And he thinks to himself (because mimes don't speak out loud).

Enter the flashbacks.

1)

"Megan, let's go buy Magic cards!" Colton said excitably, tugging his sister towards a store.

2)

"Megan, look at this card!" Colton held said card inches away from his sister's nose. "It has awesome abilities and—"

"Colton, I don't care," said Megan, staring at Strings' miming act… in which he didn't move. She was probably thinking of how boring he was, honestly.

3)

"Wait a second, Megan." Colton looked at his sister in horror. "You invited WHO to my birthday party!?"

Strings nods. Man, that girl and her brother spend a lot of time in Mimetown.

Bakura chews on his lip, taking this information in. "Um, any idea where she lives?" he asks—I mean demands. Tomb robbers are forceful! Yaarrr!

Strings thinks some more.

"Megan, I'm going to mail-order some Magic cards. What's our new Japanese address again?"

"Colton, it's—"

"Hey! A mime!" A new face pushed in front of Colton and his sister. "You'd never expect to see one of these in Little Mimetown!"

Strings glares, his eyes half-lidded, at his—er, Bakura's—pancakes. 'I live in a town of idiots,' he thinks—mimes don't talk! 'I should fire my agent.'

He has an agent? 0o0 -o- 0o0 That's a blink.

…Who am I? Am I some narrator from a third dimension? I mean, seriously, I—

BOOM! EXCITING FIRST-PERSON BAKURA NARRATIVE EXCITING SUPER NON-BORING EXCITING ACTION! Goooooooooooo!

…Why is he glaring at his pancakes, Jim Bob? What did they do to him? (spooked) Did the syrup speak to him? (Yes, I just narrated my feelings—but I was lying! I wasn't spooked! I NEVER get spooked! I am a tomb robber, after all. …Unless it's clowns. Eesh, clowns. Gross. …If the syrup did talk to him, though…)

"So do you know where she LIVES?" I growl. Growlingly! And then I sip my orange juice. Sippingly!

…Ew, there's (some) pulp in my orange juice.

"I don't like pulp," I murmur murmurringly. Strings looks at me. But doesn't say anything.

It's because he's a mime.

…

…

…

I can't stress that enough.

So, while gothboy over there inhales my freakin' food, I might as well describe the pretty, MANLY clothes we bought last night. I am wearing blue jeans… and a pink shirt! It takes a manly man to pull that off, Jim Bob! Mu huhu ha! Fear my prettine… uhm… manliness.

On my shirt is says "I am a badbutt," except it has the different word instead of butt. :P Strings is wearing… eesh. Won't even talk about it.

"So I guess today's goal is to find out where Megan lives," I say. Strings gives me a strange look. I know that look; it's the And how do you suppose we do that? look that Malik is always giving Marik. Only it looks WAY more bizarre on Strings, because of his face piercings and stuff. I mean, wow. I bet this guy never ever makes it through the metal detectors in airports.

"Well… I remember Ryou saying something about phone books," I say. Strings picks up my pen and writes on his arm.

Who's Ryou?

This time I remember NOT to say "my wife." "He's my roommate," I say.

Oh, Strings writes. Where is he?

"The Shadow Realm."

Oh.

"Oh? …You know of the Shadow Realm?"

I used to be Malik's mindslave.

Oh wow.

"Fun."

Not really.

The last mindslave Malik had, he made dress up in a clown costume and entertain at little kid's birthday parties for money so that he could deliver all the pay back to Malik. I pity Malik's mindslaves. …Or I would, if I had any feelings.

"So… do you know her last name?" Strings nodds and told me her last name. "Awesome! That is her last name, right? You're sure?"

Strings rolls his eyes and proceeds to write, They looked American, and Americans use first names. Besides, they had sorta similar appearances, so they were probably related, and so would've used first names anyway.

"You just used up your entire right arm," I point out. Strings shrugged. "So, we can look her number up in the phone book… but I don't know where Ryou keeps the yellow pages. So we're going to have to go get Ryou."

Where is he? Strings writes on his left arm.

"The Shadow Realm."

Oh. Happy.

"Yeah."

So… what now? Strings asks.

"Well… we're going to need some help," I conclude. "Not that we tomb robbers really need help… It's just I sort of forgot how to bring him back."

Strings apparently didn't hear my whole spiel about being a tomb robber. But who are we going to get help from? is what he writes.

I know just the person… I think.

Bakura will never tell you who it is unless you review!