-.- Sorry about this chapter. It could be better, yeah. I thought I was going to post this up just before I left for camp, but I guess I didn't. Reading back, though… It's not TOO bad. But this next chapter? Much better. :)

"Let go of me!" I snap at Y/M. Jim Bob, sometimes you gotta show these crazies who da boss is. …I want a t-shirt that says that. "Who da boss!?" Then underneath it, it would say, "I da boss!!" It would be cool.

Marik drops me on the ground. Owch! Gravel! Why do I keep getting hurt, lately, anyway?

"Hey! You!" That policeman is still screaming. …Hey, did the sun go out? …No, it's just a shadow; someone's scaling the fence and trying to leap nimbly over me… (Which doesn't mean they're measuring the fence's weight. It means they're CLIMBING the fence. There's an SAT vocabulary word for you, Jim Bob!)

OW! Somebody just stepped on my NECK!

"Thank you, peasant, for aiding me, the Pharaoh, by being my stepping stone," says the pompous ass. (Guess who THAT is. No, really, guess. It's REALLY hard to figger out.)

"You stepped on my NECK!" I snap.

The Pharaoh blinks. "Bakura?"

"Yes, it's me. You stepped on my NECK!" (See, that wasn't so hard to guess, was it, Jim Bob?)

"You stepped on his neck," Y/M informs him.

"You stepped on my NECK!"

"Oh." He blinks his 'regal' eyes again. He looks retarded. "Well, sacrifices must be made for the greater good." The greater good!? That was my NECK!

"Hey! Stay where you are!" That fat policeman commands from the other side. The wooden fence next to us lurches a little. It sounds like the man is trying to knock the fence over with his fat instead of scaling it! o.o Lazy.

"Let's go," Marik says, yawning. We walk away at a leisurely pace.

"Hey! We're arresting two of you!" o.O Oh really?

Malik snorts. "Fatasses."

o-o When did we start using the a-word? Oh well.

So, Y/M, Malik, and I head out into the sunset. I limp.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiit's 3rd person time!

The Pharaoh glared at the backs of his enemies. They were up to something, he just knew it. But what? What were they scheming?

"So what movie are we seeing?" Malik asked innocently. "Bakura, don't lean on me."

"It's YOUR cat's fault I can't walk right," spits the tomb thief. The Pharaoh's eyes narrowed. How suspicious! he thought. What kind of a codeword was cat?

"Can I come too?" Marik asked.

"Don't you have some things to take care of?" Bakura snapped. "We don't have enough money for candy for three."

"But I heard they were giving out coupons for free GummiStars…"

"Nobody really wants to eat those."

"True."

O.O They were speaking in code! Yami knew it!

"You do have stuff to do today, though," Malik reminded his darker counterpart.

"Oh, yeah. The cat has to be fed," Marik said. Yami was perplexed. Who or what was 'the cat'?

"You're taking care of her? No WONDER she's crazy," Bakura mumbled. How Yami could hear Bakura when he was following about 20 feet behind them and Bakura was just muttering, is a mystery.

'Her?' What did that MEAN? Yami would have to follow them. If they stepped out of line, he would use his new shadow power on them. He didn't really want to though… it was kind of messy.

Bakura's P.O.V.!!!!!!!!!111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111 (Annoyin', ain't it?)

"You get the feeling we're being followed?" Malik asks.

"Duh," says Y/M.

I turn around. The Pharaoh is gawking at us, very obviously. I would care, but I'm too injured. My legs look crappy. Real crappy. (And the fact that I just stepped in dog dookie doesn't help my crappy image, either. …Heh. Dog dookie. He he.) I can't be bothered with such a small fry as the Pharaoh. Besides, who wants just one fry? Super size him, then he'll be worth my attention.

Y/M's drooling!

"Bluhh." Fascinating.

"You're gross," Malik tells him pointedly. I could've SWORN I heard somebody whisper "That must be a code word!" Weird.

"I am not gross." "What does it mean??" Really weird.

"You are so."

I've limped a whole block now. Luckily the movie theater isn't that far away from here. "Bakura, stop putting so much weight on me! I'm going to fall over and hit my head and pass out."

"I wish you would," I snap. "You are expendable!" We are now a few blocks away from the policemen. We're moving at a fast clip for a cripple, a mental patient, and a wannabe GIRL.

"HEY!" Malik seethes. "I better be the mental patient!" He must be reading over my shoulder. "No, you're talking OUT LOUD."

Again?? DANG IT!

"They want it to be a secret!" o-o Is that the Pharaoh whispering all those weird things? O-O Is he STILL following us? -.- He's persistent. o.O Does he think we're up to something? n.n That could be interesting.

"Does the scarecrow walk at midnight?" I ask, trying to sound sinister and coat my words with extra meaning.

"Are you trying to speak in code? 'Cause you're really bad at it," Malik insults me. -.- Darn him!

3rd person

Yami was in stark awe. The most ingenious thing—to SAY they were talking in code must be ANOTHER part of their secret code!

…Genius.

Bakura's P.O.V.

"Let's use OUR secret code!" Y/M suggests.

"I don't know any secret code" Malik complains.

"Good, 'cuz I don't want to talk to you," Marik saids. Is saids a word? I think not!

"Bakura!" Malik whines in my ear. Geez, he's violating my personal space. "If you talk in the secret code, I won't carry you!"

"-.- You're not carrying me anyway."

I am BARELY leaning on him. And I don't need his help anyway—we tomb robbers are above needing that sort of thing. And I'm just BARELY limping. BARELY!

"He IS carrying you," Y/M says to me. Liar. "He's got you in his arms."

More lies, Jim Bob. LIES! Malik is NOT carrying me. I did NOT get tired of limping and leaning and actually make him carry me! Never!

…Really! Don't give me that disbelieving glance! SPORK!

That wasn't random, Jim Bob; Marik's really holding a spork up against my neck! Why must my neck be tortured today? ;-;

"Take it," he says. "I ate broccoli with it earlier."

"Ew."

"Just take it."

"Why?"

"Because you'll need it for your popcorn at the movie theater."

O.O No I won't. Time for a good excuse Jim Bob. Watch me come up with one!

"You said that out loud," Y/M says.

"Dang."

"Just take it." He pokes my nose with it.

"Why??" I whine.

"Just because."

"Because why?"

"Because it's a BOMB!" Yami Marik laughs maniacally. "Just kidding."

"A bomb!?" comes a voice from behind us. "SHADOW POWERS!" Someone yells in a gay voice. "AWAKANE!!" Suddenly there's a really loud BOOM, and darkness eclipses the sky. It's my mother! …No, wait, she's dead. It's just the Shadow Realm.

3rd person again!

Yami's eyes turned dark. "I call upon Ra. Let me borrow the power of the Shadows. Give me the power to…" His hands crackled and turned red. Energy currents flowed around them.

"…BLOW UP THE SEWERS AND HAVE PARASITES RAIN FROM THE SKY!!" He threw his hands up at an oddly specific 45 degree angle with his head as the vertex point and his arms pointing diagonally out from his shoulders. Math is power… and descriptive, apparently.

Bakura's P.O.V.

O.O !!!!! WHAT THE H—

Review or a parasite may fall in your hair. And even though I'm back from camp now, don't think I'll come and save you.

And… chapter 28 WILL rock harder. I promise.

Oh, and thanks for the input! I won't do something like chapter 26 again. Promise. I'll reformat it, too, soon, so that the stuff's at the bottom… Should've done that in the first place…