The Return of Bwahahahaha!

By: Seto's Princess and Bunnyfluff

Disclaimer – I'm too dead right now to think of something witty… (Goes off to drown herself in coffee and Ibuprofen…)

Words in italics are thoughts…

Oh My God. You're probably thinking: HOLY CRAP, she updated something YUGIOH?! …Or you're thinking: Why is she updating THIS one of all of them? Welp, Bunnyfluff and I wrote this AGES ago, actually, we, and by we, I mean I, kept forgetting to post it. So she sent it to me last night and well, here it is… Enjoy the insanity. I think we wrote this before I started getting emo.

Credit for this chapter goes more to Bunnyfluff, who went through the trouble of converting our script formatted RP to story format for me to post.

Chapter 4 – Meet the ADORABLE Shino (sarcasm)

"Hmm..." YamiMarik pondered about it for a minute and then nodded his head in excitement. The two yamis then ran off and hid behind a bush.

After a minute or so, they found the perfect target.

"Heehee..." YamiMarik said and threw the steaming hot cheese fry at their target. Bakura eagerly peeked out from behind the bush to see if they'd hit or not. A girl was stopped in her tracks. The cheese fry had hit her face and stuck. She opened her eye and it fell in between her feet.

"Uh oh," Bakura muttered. The girl walked over to the bush, stopping in front of it placing her hands on her hips.

"He did it!" YamiMarik accused, pointing at Bakura as he stood.

"Me?!?!" Bakura asked, blinking in disbelief. "It was YOU!"

The girl said nothing, but wiped the cheese off of her cheek and then shook it off her hand.

"Sorry about that," Bakura apologized as he grimaced at YamiMarik. "He's an idiot."

"You're the idiot!!!!" YamiMarik responded.

"If I were you two," the girl said gravely, "I would shut the hell up. I honestly don't care who did it."

"..." the two boys said nothing.

"BOTH of you are on my shit list," the girl announced, crossing her arms.

"Shit... list?" Bakura asked in a confused tone.

"Yes," the girl answered, walking closer to him and getting on her tiptoes so she was all up in his grill. She popped her gum loudly. "My shit list.

"...What's a shit list?" YamiMarik asked.

The girl closed her eyes. She opened them again, glaring at YamiMarik, and answered. "It means that you're in a world of trouble . . . Now, we can do this the hard way, or you can do what I tell you to do."

"Um, do what?" YamiMarik inquired.

"Start by dry-cleaning this," she ordered, unbuttoning her coat. She took it off and tossed it to him. To their surprise, she had a sexy little rocket body. YamiMarik merely blinked.

"Move it!" the girl yelled. She was incredibly intimidating for her size.

"Yes!" he squeaked, running away with her coat.

"You," the girl said, turning her attention towards Bakura. She snapped her fingers. "Piggy back ride."

"Piggy back ride?" he repeated dumbly.

"Yeah, now get down."

"Why?"

"What's your name?"

"Bakura..."

"Okay, thank you," she said with a nod. She dug into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed some numbers and held the phone up to her ear. "Yes, hello," she started and went on to tell them their location. "Well, there is a young man here, long silver hair, tall, throwing things at people... Yes, intentionally."

Bakura quickly got down but the girl just smirked as if to say "too late!"

"He's wearing jeans and a-" Suddenly her cell phone started ringing.

"LIAR!" Bakura accused.

"Um," the girl murmured, biting her lip. Bakura stood back up, towering over the short girl. She took a step back and peered up to meet his glare. She took another step back and began to take off running.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bakura smirked as he grabbed her arm.

"Let go!" she yelled pulling away.

"No."

"Please?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"... No."

"You asked for it," she said, shrugging the collar of her shirt over her shoulder, pulling his other arm around her awkwardly. "HELP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE, HELP ME!!!"

"What's going on?" a guy asked, randomly walking up.

"Help, he's trying to deflower me," the girl nearly sobbed.

"Hey!!!" Bakura growled as he let go of her. The girl only put her arms around herself and looked down at the ground fake crying.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" the guy said angrily as he pushed Bakura to the ground.

"Buh bye now," the girl said with a smirk as she ran off.

"Ahh! Hey! I wasn't doing anything!!!" Bakura said defensively.

"Bull," the guy scoffed as he walked away.

"What the hell just happened?" Bakura asked no one in particular as he sat up. He got to his feet and began to run after the girl. "HEY!"

"Uh oh," she said, looking over her shoulder.

"GRRRR!!!"

Suddenly she stopped and went into a coughing fit. Bakura simply stopped and blinked as she leaned against a tree and kept coughing.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a Ryou-like tone once he caught up. He wasn't answered as she finished coughing, frowned, and started to walk away. He followed.

"Leave me alone."

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing... What does it matter to you anyway?"

"You just started coughing out of nowhere!" he pointed out.

"So what? People cough all the time," she said, quickening her pace.

"... Not like that."

"Maybe I've got asthma."

"Do you?" he pressed.

"That's none of your business," she said, turning around.

"Wasn't I on your shit list anyway?"

"It's not exactly something you want to be on," she replied, rubbing her hands up and down her arms, trying to get warmer.

"... So you're taking me off?" he asked. She didn't respond. "What are you doing?"

"It's freezing," she groaned. "I'm tracking down your freakish friend, getting my coat, and leaving."

"Knowing him, he probably pawned your coat."

"Then I'm just leaving," she said trying to hide her smile. "So do me a favor and leave me alone already!"

Bakura said nothing. She kept walking. He followed.

"Will you leave me alone already?!" she yelled at him, her lips slightly blue from the cold.

"What happened to your lips?" Bakura asked, clearly infatuated with their color change.

"Nothing, jeez, would you screw off!?"

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"I'm cold, that's all," she told him, trying to walk off again.

"..." Bakura said nothing and commenced to follow her.

"Will you just screw off!?" she yelled, pivoting on her heel to slap him.

"Whoa!" He raised an eyebrow as he grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand. The girl glared at him as he blinked idiotically and dumbly asked, "What?"

"F*** OFF!"

"Well," Bakura blinked, "who the hell put the sandpaper in your undies?"

He was met with no reply as the girl looked down at her feet trying to hide her smile.

"Well?" he asked.

"I dunno... Are you gunna keep walking away like that?"

"Probably," she answered. She looked back up at him and frowned. "What do you care anyway?"

"I don't know," Bakura admitted with a shrug.

"Then why don't you just let me leave?"

"Hmph... Fine," he grumped as he let go of the girl's arm. To his surprise, she didn't go anywhere.

"..." he stared awkwardly.

"..." she stared, pissed off.

"You're not leaving?" he questioned.

"My car keys are in my coat pocket," she moaned pathetically

"Oh..."

The two stood there looking stupid next to each other, neither saying anything. Soon enough YamiMarik returned with the girl's coat. She quickly snatched it out of his hands and put it on.

"You're welcome!" YamiMarik frowned.

"I wouldn't have to deal with this in the first place," sneered the girl," if the two of you weren't dumbasses!"

"I told you, it was HIS fault!" YamiMarik shouted accusingly, pointing at Bakura.

"It was YOUR fault, moron!" Bakura growled back.

"You're BOTH idiots," she snapped as she rolled her eyes. "What were you even doing in the first place?"

"Throwing cheese fries at people," YamiMarik responded as if it was the most normal and obvious thing ever.

"W...T...F?" she muttered. Bakura rolled his eyes and received glares in return.

"Hey! I cleaned your coat!" pointed out YamiMarik.

"Yeah, after you got it dirty!" the girl pointed out.

"Huh?" YamiMarik asked.

"So what now?" the girl asked crossing her arms.

"Dunno," YamiMarik answered with a shrug.

"Yeah... Okay... I want to throw a cheese fry now..." the girl admitted, no longer able to resist.

"You do?" Bakura asked in disbelief.

"Uh... sure, why not?"

"AWESOME!" YamiMarik squealed as he pulled out a bucket of cheese fries. (At this point in time we realized pickles have no calories.... And you can take that to the bank!)

"..." The girl eyed the fries momentarily before picking up the two cheesiest ones, throwing one at Bakura, which missed him, and one at YamiMarik, which barely hit him.

"Hey!" YamiMarik half yelled, half whined, throwing one at her. She ducked and didn't get hit because she's all Matrix like that.

Bakura snickered and threw a fry at YamiMarik, who threw one at Bakura. The girl smirked and backed out from the crossfire, taking a seat to watch them. Eventually they ran out of fries. YamiMarik had cheese in his hair (eww imagine washing that out) and Bakura had cheese on his shirt (Won't Ryou be happy to scrub that stain out?).

"Done yet?" the girl asked.

"You're still here?" YamiMarik asked.

"Mhmm," she answered. She stopped, smirked, and thought of something snotty to say. "I know, right. This must be you're lucky day or something. I mean, it's obvious no girl has stuck around you this long without you having to chain her to something." Bakura snickered.

"That goes for you too," she snapped.

"Hey!" Bakura shouted defensively.

"Hmm?" she asked innocently. Bakura made a face like this: _.

"Well..." she muttered, rising to her feet.

"Leaving?" Bakura asked.

"Will you miss me if I do?" she asked, fake pouting.

"Yeah," YamiMarik said with a smirk as he nudged Bakura.

"Shut up, idiot!" Bakura snapped at YamiMarik.

"Well? Yes or no?" the girl asked.

"..." Bakura looked away, not wanting to answer.

"Fine," she said, shrugging. "I'm leaving."

"... Want to see a movie?" Bakura blurted as she began to walk away.

"What movie?" she asked.

"Anything you want to see," Bakura answered.

"MMM.... No."

"How about that new horror movie? What's it called?" YamiMarik inquired.

"MMM... No," she repeated. Bakura rolled his eyes. "Fine, but only because you're SOOO desperate."

"Hey! Who says I'm desperate?!" YamiMarik demanded. "He's the one who asked!"

"That would make him the one with the balls to ask a girl to do something," the girl retorted. "Not desperate."

Bakura snickered as she snubbed YamiMarik.

"Sooo... I'll follow you two I guess," the girl muttered. Bakura nodded and the girl commenced to stalk.

At the theater...

"Okay, you two can figure out where we sit," she told them. "Oh, and, by the way, I NEVER sit in the middle."

"You'll sit next to me then," Bakura said with a smirk.

"Why you?" YamiMarik asked.

"Why would she want to sit next to a moron?" Bakura asked.

"Me?! YOU'RE the moron!!!" YamiMarik spat back.

"Okay, shut up, I'll sit in the middle!" the girl yelled over the two. She quickly plopped down in a seat, Bakura on her right, YamiMarik on her left. She crossed her arms and waited for the movie to start. She got bored and leaned over to Bakura so only he could hear what she said.

"I think your freakish friend is hitting on me."

"You think?" Bakura asked raising an eyebrow. She nodded. "Weird..."

"Uh huh.... Anyway...." she said backing up for a moment and leaned to the left and whispered to YamiMarik. "Your friend is hitting on me."

"He what?" YamiMarik asked. The girl simply nodded.

TBC… Whenever…

Yeah, I've been having this urge to write Life At My House lately, but when I have an idea, I'm too busy to write it… and then when I DO have time, the idea is gone… Ugh, I'm too busy with my Kingdom Hearts jewelry anyway. Byebye.