"This is just not my day…" Marik groaned, pulling another feather out of his hair and discarding it carelessly to the cafeteria floor. He had been finding loose feathers in his hair all throughout lunch.

Bakura hid his bemused smirk by biting into his turkey sandwich. "Goodness, Marik, the way that bird attacked you on the climbing wall, one might've thought that you owed it money."

"It's just that the eggs that I found at the top of the wall were sooo pretty. I didn't think that the bird would mind if I just took one. Selfish bird. Mr. Tweetums was never selfish…" Marik shot a pointed glare at Bakura as he was reminded of what had happened to his prized pet.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, he was just a bird. You're eating one now."

Marik grunted, but he took another bite of his chicken salad. Ann stood in her place and clapped her hands, catching everyone's attention. "Attention, everyone, lunch will be finished in five minutes. Come outside after you've cleaned up."

Soon, the entire class was gathered outside of the cafeteria. Marie explained their next task. "Alright, so we're going to walk aimlessly around in the woods until everyone gets tired and we can come back here. There's no teamwork involved whatsoever, unless you count walking beside your partner, and, I don't know, making sure that the other doesn't pass out during the hike."

Ann scowled. "Why must you belittle every activity I organize?"

"It's my job, beautiful."

Ann and Marie walked in the direction of the boys' cabins, turning towards the hill upon which the forest rested. They approached a narrow path somewhere between the path to the archery range and the cafeteria. The path was so thin that only two people could fit beside each other. The class was so stretched out along the trail that those at the end of the line (namely Marik and Bakura) couldn't see or hear Ann and Marie. However, neither boy seemed to mind being separated from their annoying counselors.

At first, all was quiet as the pair took in the calming scenery. Just as Bakura was beginning to enjoy the peace, however, Marik broke the silence. "Bakuuuraaa."

"What is it, Marik?"

"I have to piss."

"Marik, I told you to go before we left."

"But I didn't have to go then!"

Bakura sighed and face-palmed. "Fine, just make it fast." He began to follow Marik a little ways off the path. Bakura glanced at Yugi and Yami, who had been walking directly in front of them, but the pharaoh and his pet didn't seem to notice their absence. The pair was walking hand in hand, completely absorbed by the other. Bakura turned back around and continued, effectively separating himself from the class. The path had been pretty straightforward up until this point, so Bakura thought that they wouldn't have any trouble catching up later.

Bakura turned around as Marik relieved himself on a tall, thin tree. He faced his blonde friend once again when he heard the closing of a zipper. "Alright, let's get back to the others."

Marik whined. "Hang on, Bakura. I think I got something in my hair." He put a hand to the top of his head, feeling the viscous, sticky liquid stuck to his fingers. "What the frig is this stuff?"

Bakura tilted his head up, looking for the source of what dripped onto Marik. He visibly stiffened when he noticed the beehive hanging in a high branch of the tree that Marik had peed on. Apparently, the hive was weak and cracked, dripping honey from the bottom. Bakura attempted to keep his voice level. "Marik, we need to find the trail now."

Marik followed Bakura's line of vision and froze upon spotting the beehive. For a moment, he stood still, until it seemed that one of the hive's bees took notice of the honey in Marik's hair. Marik jumped when the bee buzzed near his head. He took a large step back, hoping to evade the pest. The bee simply followed Marik, circling around him. He stepped to his left, then to his right, and the bee continued to pursue him.

"Marik, I don't think that doing the cha-cha slide is going to deter your little friend. Maybe if your dancing doesn't scare it away, you could try singing."

Marik began lunging in different directions more quickly. "That isn't funny, Bakura!"

It wasn't long before Marik had resorted to running frantically in circles, waving his arms over his head. Bakura laughed wildly, amused by how ridiculous Marik looked. Marik looked over his shoulder as he ran to glare at Bakura. Unfortunately, while he was distracted, he ran headfirst into the tree that harbored the hive. The weak, flimsy trunk wavered at the impact, and the branch that held the already damaged hive snapped.

The boys didn't hesitate to break into a run as the hive fell to the ground. Hundreds of buzzing monstrosities poured out of the hive, determined to sting the living daylights out of whoever had destroyed their home. The sound of Bakura and Marik's feet pounding against the ground was barely audible over the terrible noise of the bees.

Bakura glanced at Marik. His friend was unusually pale given his dark complexion. His eyes were wide, and sweat visibly poured down his face. Suddenly, his panicked face disappeared from Bakura's view as Marik tripped over a rock planted firmly in the dirt. Bakura skidded to a stop, his breath short. Marik scrambled to his feet and took a step, but he stumbled as he let out a pained cry. He fell to his knees, but he quickly stood and tried to run again. This time, tears streamed down his face as he struggled to move a few steps. With no time to waste, Bakura rushed back to Marik, scooping him up in his arms and charging away from the quickly approaching bees.

Normally, the extra weight would have slowed Bakura down, but the deafening sound of the much closer bees drove him forward faster than before. Petrified, Marik clung to his shirt, burying his face in it. Eventually, Bakura managed to outrun the bees by several yards. His eye caught the hole of a hollow tree. He shoved Marik unceremoniously into the hole headfirst, but there was only enough room for him. Marik poked his head out. "Bakura, what about y-" Marik's voice was muffled as Bakura shoved a fallen, leafy tree branch into the hole to cover Marik.

Bakura smirked slyly. "Why, Marik, I'm going to solve my problem like every Yu-Gi-Oh character does. I'm going to play a children's card game."

Marik's expression relaxed a little as he peeked at Bakura through the leaves. A children's card game could solve nearly any dilemma, so there was nothing to worry about. "Oh, well, in that case, make it quick. It isn't very comfortable in here."

Bakura nodded and took a few steps away from the tree. The bees appeared over the horizon. Bakura raised his hand in an overly dramatic gesture. "Bees, I challenge you to a shadow game!" As soon as the words left his mouth, a bluish fog materialized, covering the general area. The bees paused, buzzing in the air a few feet away from Bakura. Even bees knew that a children's card game was serious business.

Bakura pulled a deck of trading cards from his pocket and shuffled them. Since he didn't have a duel disk at the moment, he pulled five cards from his deck and placed the rest in a neat pile on the ground. He smiled triumphantly as he gazed at his first hand. "Luckily, I drew the only card that I need to win this duel. Still, it would be much more fun to torture my little victims slowly with my other cards, draw out their torment for as long as I-"

"Bakura, you'd better not be thinking about making this duel long enough to span more than one episode. Hurry up, my arm is cramping."

Bakura grumbled sullenly, but nevertheless, he played the card that would beat his opponents. "Fine. I activate my trap card, Eradicating Aerosol!" A large can of bug spray materialized, effectively spraying and killing the bees. Their tiny carcasses disappeared with the Shadow Realm fog.

Bakura basked in his victory for a moment before returning to the hollow tree, pulling the branch out of the way and helping to pull Marik out. "Hey, I thought that card belonged to Joey."

"It did. I've been pickpocketing everyone's best cards since we left for camp."

Marik smiled approvingly. "I knew that there was a reason why I kept you around."

Bakura rolled his eyes, but then his expression softened with a hint of concern as he remembered Marik's leg. "How is your foot?"

Marik, who had been standing on one foot after exiting the tree, tentatively placed his opposite foot on the ground, then applied a little pressure. He winced and immediately lifted it off the ground again. "I think I sprained my ankle."

Bakura sighed. "I suppose that we should find something to wrap it up in."

Mark nodded. "Yes, I suppose that you could tear of part of your shirt to use as a bandage."

"What?! Why do I have to rip apart my clothes?"

"My shirt is already cut off at the midriff. You have a lot more fabric to spare. Besides, you'll look better that way. You can show off your abs, even though no abs could ever be quite as gorgeous as mine."

"Fine," Bakura conceded with a groan. He pulled out his pocket knife and used it to rip off a considerable amount of the bottom half of his shirt. Bakura had never cared much about his clothes anyway, but he knew that Ryou was going to throw a fit when he saw that his former yami had ruined yet another shirt. "Oh well, at least my shirt isn't covered in blood this time."

Bakura helped Marik to sit down and held Marik's foot in his hand. He loosened the laces of the tennis shoes that Marik had bought specifically for the field trip and pulled the shoe off. Marik released a pained cry and kicked Bakura in the forehead with his uninjured foot. Bakura growled and faltered backwards. "Oh my Ra, I'm so sorry! Are you OK, Kura?"

Bakura narrowed his eyes and glared at Marik as he sat up, but his annoyance weakened under Marik's innocent stare. He reasoned that this must be Karma for laughing at Marik before. "I'm fine. I guess now we'll have matching bruises, hm?"

Marik looked puzzled before he raised his hand to his forehead. He pressed his thumb around and felt the soreness of the bruise from his earlier collision with the tree. "Oh, right," he said simply.

Bakura grabbed Marik's foot gingerly. "Please, hold still, honey."

Marik started in spite of himself before glaring at Bakura. "Don't call me Honey."

Bakura didn't answer, wrapping Marik's foot tightly in his shirt fabric. Marik winced, but he managed to avoid kicking Bakura again. Bakura looked up at Marik, letting the slightest smirk show. "What's the matter, Honey? Now I have a cute pet name for you."

"I don't want to be referred to by something that I hate. Honey is produced inside those nasty little vermin."

"Well, I don't like cats, so I guess we're even."

"I still refuse to answer to Honey."

Bakura wrapped the last bit of fabric around Marik's leg, tucking it into place. His grin grew wider as he took Marik's hand to help him up. "Why not? You've called me honey before."

"That's different."

"What should I call you then? How about Marik-kins? Or Neko-Chan? Or Sugar Lips?" Despite Bakura's feeling of nausea as the words left his mouth, it was worth it to see Marik's mortified expression.

"On second thought, Honey is fine."

"That's what I thought. Now, come on, we need to find the class. We can go back to the camp and put some ice on that."

"Ice?!" Marik beamed ecstatically and tried to take a step forward before Bakura caught him.

"Marik? Your ankle?"

"Oh, yeah," Marik said sheepishly. Bakura pulled one of Marik's arms around his shoulder to help support his weight. He started pulling Marik along.

"Wait, you're going the wrong way."

"What are you talking about?"

"We ran from the opposite direction."

"No, we didn't."

"Yes, we did. I recognize that tree."

"All of the trees look the same!"

"In that case, how do you know where we're going?"

Bakura paused to think that over. Then, he hung his head in defeat. "This might take a while."