Anyway… so I finished my last Advanced Placement test today for school. Wheeew. Anyway, so in celebration of me finishing it, and because I probably should update this now, I will… update this now. :) Enjoy.

Chapter 25: The chapter after chapter 24…

…and before chapter 26, if you review enough for there to be one. :P

And the chapter begins in 3… 2… 1…

Hey, Jim Bob, don't be mad that I cut you off. I warned you that I'd be going back to the Millennium Ring for awhile. Luckily, Ryou didn't throw you away. Actually… when I awoke, (meaning that I got to take over Ryou's body again, while he was in the ring,) I was in Malik's bedroom and my hair had been French braided. Aye-yi-yi. Oh, and somebody had just dumped peroxide on my legs, and they were stinging like Ra had a million bees sting them. Gah. …Were there bees in Egypt? Probably...

So, then I shoved Marik hard. "What were you doing to my hair!?" I screeched at him. He just looked at me like I was the crazy one that writes in notebooks and talks out loud and… oh. I turned to Malik and gave him a Super-Glare™. (That's a trademark. If you use it, I'll… egg your house, or something. I dunno. Wait a second, you're a notebook. You're not going to use it, are you? I can trust you, probably.)

Malik was draped across his bed, watching Seinfeld on his PSP. How? Dunno. "Ha, ha… Kramer is so funny…" he laughed. He paused, and said in a serious voice, "Although not when he's not on Seinfeld," he says. "Actually, let's cut this controversial part out of the story."

"What story?" Ishizu called from another room.

"The story of our lives," he elucidated. I launched a pillow towards his head. "Hey! …What is it, Bakura?"

"MY HAIR IS BRAIDED!!" I screamed. I screamed so loudly that Ishizu poked her head into the hallway outside of Malik's room to see if she could get a glimpse of what was going on. "WHY DID YOU—"

"Dude, Ryou braided his own hair that way," Malik said calmly.

"Oh dear," I said, slapping my forehead. …Owch. "Ryou, we need to talk."

Yeah Bakura?

"You braided your hair," I said pointedly.

…Excuse me?

"You 'got your hair did,'" I said, trying to speak his language and the language of this idol he calls Mis-sy El-li-ott.

No I didn't, he denied. That mime guy did my hair. He asked me when I was going to pay him, and I said I didn't know what he was talking about, and that I couldn't afford to pay him now, but that I would see if I could keep him on after our first sunflower harvest. But then he grabbed me roughly by the hair, braided it, and stormed off. I'm kind of afraid for whoever runs into him. I wouldn't want to cross his path.

"How bad can a belligerent mime be?" I replied, rolling my eyes.

But what if that mime is rolling around in a fast car with "The Truth" by Limp Bizkit playing really loudly from his radio? That would be scary, Bakura. Especially with all his face piercings, he'd look really creepy. He'd grimace, and the lyrics would be screaming "Deliver me from evil!" and he'd go off a ramp and over a building or something. Then he would crash, and "The Boiler" would start playing as he emerged from all the rubble and stuff.

"Yeah, that would be badbutt," I admit. At least Ryou didn't imagine Strings crashing a car while Missy Elliott was playing or something.

Bad WHAT?

"Nothing," I muttered.

No, bad… bad WHAT? …Oh, and Bakura, I meant to ask you, what's with the shirt that you're wearing? It makes you… it's just… it's like a… um… it doesn't suit you. Or me.

"Well, it would suit your girlishness if you had the butt to back it up," I explained with a sigh. Malik quickly tore his gaze away from his PSP to stare at me like a meerkat. And this is where I am now.

"What the heck are you talking about?" Malik asks. "Are you talking about your shirt again? 'Cuz yeah, you don't really have much of a butt." He flicks his hair behind his ears.

"Hey, my body is a temple!" I say, pouting. He rolls his eyes.

"Oh yeah, and that just makes your butt so big automatically," he says sarcastically. "Your jeans are… what? A size -15 million? Yeah, your butt's astounding." He pauses, looking into the air. "How come nobody seems to say the a-word? We all seem to be trying to avoid it… So, anyhoo, I'm sorry about your pants being clawed up by my cat. But at least there's still enough material left to cover this 'huge' butt you seem to have."

That's not what I said! He's making stuff up now. ;-; I'll tell 'im off, Jim Bob! Watch me!

I open my mouth. "But I never really said that I had a—"

I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on…

Ryou, shut up.

Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on…

Please stop.

Bet you had to lay back on the bed jus' ta zip 'em up…

I said please!

Ok.

"I… don't… big… uh… Do you wanna go to the movies?" I say, suddenly in need for a distraction.

Malik blinks. "Huh?"

I roll my eyes. "I said, 'do you wanna go to the movies?'"

"…Um…" He looks at me like I'm crazy. (Which I am not, thank you very much.)

"Not on a DATE, you idiot!"

"Oh. Well then sure. But…" Malik starts to count off on his fingers. "It's raining and you can't walk and I don't have enough money for SourJacks and Twizzlers."

"Well, they're giving away coupons so that you can get the GummiStars for free when you buy a combo."

"Those are only for people with those Movie Watcher's points. And besides, I don't like the GummiStars!"

"Yeah, neither do anybody else. Everybody leaves those coupons in the bathroom by the sinks for other people to pick up."

"…But if I do get them, I'll finish them before the movie stars."

"I thought you said you didn't like them all that much."

Malik waves me away. "Irrelevant," he states. "It's free candy." Then he adds, "I can't believe you were hanging out with my former mindslave."

"Yeah, I know," I say, looking around. I could've sworn Malik used to have a TV in his room, but maybe Marik blew it up.

"Weird." Malik says. His hair his hanging in his eyes. Giiiirly! Eesh, my bangs keep hanging in my eyes. My host needs a haircut. I wonder what Ryou would look like with a buzzcut?

…

XD

…Wait, that would make me look stupid too. But still…

XD

"I wonder what he's doing now?" Malik says, still talking about Strings, in case you were confused.

"Don't you still have some kind of connection or something with him, left over from your romp in Battle City?" I ask.

"…Actually, I thought I killed him off or something else 4Kids-unfriendly," he answers. "I don't really remember… I wonder what he's up to."

"Hm… So what did you do this weekend?" I ask. I don't want to talk about mimes because of Ryou. …I'll explain later.

"I went to Mount Fuji, and then came back home and made prank phone calls with Marik," he says.

"You went to Mount Fuji??" I ask. I am asking a lot of things.

"What? No… the restaurant." (A/N: My penpal, MAIDEN OF TIME AND SPACE, said she was going to Mount Fuji for her birthday, and then going back home. And I'm like, "o.O The REAL Mt. Fuji?" And she said, "Nah, the restaurant." Heh.)

"Oh. Cool." I sigh. "…I'm bored."

"Yeah," Malik agrees. "So, let's go see if Odion will give us a ride to the movies. All of this silence is making me lose my mind," he says.

Y'all gonna make me lose my mind,/up in here, up in here!

Shut up Ryou!

Y'all gonna make me act a fool,/up in here, up in here!

…Shut up Ryou!

T.T You're really mean…

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODION!" Malik screams, permanently damaging my ears before I get the chance to clap my hands over them.

"GEEZ! Warn me next time," I say. Odion's bald head appears as summoned. What a tool.

"What is it?" Odion asks. He adds in a low voice "you little shrimp." Heh, I bet he doesn't think I can hear him… I have blackmail on him now! Woot! Something to make this day rock.

"Can you drive us to the movies?" Malik asks innocently. Odion rolls his eyes, says yes, grabs me roughly by the arm and drags me into his truck.

:Later:

You know, it is fun to look at the raindrops when they're on the car windows. The lights outside make them look like they're different colors. I especially like the way the red stoplights make them look… It's like there is blood splashed all over the car:-D Woo1

…Oops, I forgot to shift the 1. …Wait a second, I'm not typing this. … O.o;;;

"…Hey! There's Strings!" Malik says, pointing.

"Where?"

"Just outside the police station!"

"Oooh, cool…" I press my face up against the window. And there he is! There's Strings! In front of the Domino City Trinity Police Station. Neat-o. I wonder what he's there for. Maybe that daffy police offier arrested Strings for being a cow, ha ha. Remember when that happened, Jim Bob? Hilarious… And the police thought I was a cattle rustler, which is cool, 'cuz cattle rustlers are cool.

Now a limo is blocking my view. -.- … O.O It's Kaiba's limo! And the song on his radio is…!

"I DON'T LIKE IT UNLESS IT'S (BRAND NEW)!"

o.o It's like that dream I had a few chapters ago—er, I mean yesterday! IT'S SERIOUSLY PLAYING IN HIS CAR! Oh my Osiris, I'm psychic!

"You're talking aloud again, is what you're doing," Malik mutters. "That doesn't make you a psychic. But you ARE psycho… 'cuz I say so. …That rhymes, kinda."

I scoff. "You're lame," I say, because he is.

"Shut up. Once I had a dream that Yugi would defeat me and take my Slifer, but you don't hear me going on about it."

"That's because you lost horribly to Yugi and the blasted Pharaoh," I point out, "and a bit of your manhood died that day."

"……………………………..Shut up," Marik hisses, and then he turns and gives me the cold shoulder. I shrug and look back out the window, straining to discern what's past the raindrop-laden glass. I wonder if Strings feels weird, 'cuz I'm looking at him through the glass, don't know how much time has passed… all I know is that it feels like forever… No one ever tells you that forever feels like home… I don't want to live in this car. If I did, and I tried to spill my ramen on Malik, it might get on me, too, because this car is too confined. So when is this stoplight going to change from red??

"They say your attitude determines your latitude," Kaiba's car sings out. That would explain why Kaiba's obsessed with blimps, since they're high in… wait, that's not latitude, that's altitude. Huh. Yeah, the blimp was pretty high up, though, so I guess Kaiba's got attitude…

He very much does have an attitude, Ryou agrees. He's the type of person you love to hate, but can't—because you love what he makes.

"Stop singing. Hey! Are you saying I love Kaiba?" I growl in a voice that makes everybody in the car turn and stare at me, including Odion, who is supposed to be watching the road and noticing that the light has turned green and that the car behind us is honking at us and just now bumped into the back of Odion's truck really hard.

…Yeah, he should've noticed that. Now what are we going to do?

Find out in the next interesting installment OF: The Pharaoh's Corrupting Our Schools! Chapter 26: Domino City Trinity Police Force!!

I don't own "Dem Jeans," "Party Up," "Brand New," "Through The Glass," "Boiler," or "The Truth." And those are just the SONGS I don't own in this chapter! What makes you think I own anything other than the plot? Well? WELL?

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