Quick note: a while ago, if anyone remembers, I said I was gonna make this fic like the musical.
Turns out, I do not have the time on me to rewrite and edit this whole thing, so I'll just be publishing all the chapters again. Sorry for the inconvenience, happy reading!!!

While Joey had clung for dear life onto Yami's torso, and with Yami using the carpet as a parachute, they floated to the ground and landed without a scratch.

"Boy, I sure am glad we're main characters," Joey trembled, sitting down on the ground to regain composure. "Otherwise, we'd've never survived that thing."

"What do you mean, 'we'? You followed suit while I did most of the work!"

Joey huffed. "Fine. A main character, and a comic relief."

"That's better."
Yami broke the bread into two unequal pieces and handed Joey the smaller part. "Now, we can feast."

Joey stared at his share and then back at Yami with the same gaze a person might have if someone had told them that the assignment they spent all night completing was only optional.

(What haha no that's not personal experience not at all)

"Don't be like that!" Yami scoffed, sitting down. "I did all the work!"

"I saved ya life, Yams!"

"Well, I got the bread in the first place! You're on your no-carb diet, remember?"

"I'm a growing boy. I need my nutrition from a baguette— hey, what's a baguette doin' in Egypt, anyway?"

"That's a good question, Joey." Yami crossed his arms. "Unfortunately for you, I don't care. Now, lunch!"

Joey huffed and looked forward, seeing a hungry little girl with pigtails.
"Hey, Yams," Joey nudged him and pointed at her. "Why don't you share some with her?"

"with her?" He frowned. "Why me?"

"You have more bread."

"You can't do it, because...?"

Joey stuffed his into his mouth.

Yami crossed his arms. "Well, maybe I don't want to!"

"Then the readers will feel no sympathy for you. And you'll be no better than Bakura."

Yami gasped. "How...how dare you!"

"Then share." He pointed to the girl.

Groaning, Yami stood up. "you know, if this parody was casted correctly, the author would've made me Jasmine. At least then I would be royalty, and wouldn't have to deal with these...plebs. I was rich!"

Not now, you ain't.

"There you are!" Yami scoffed at the author. "Where have you been?"

Shipping. elsewhere.

"Oh. Well, can you help me out?"

Let's see...
*flips through script*
*looks up* feed the damn child, you Neanderthal

"Ra damnit..." He frowned and walked over to the little girl. "uh...hello...child...thing...."

The little girl clutched her teddy bear to her chest.

"I have food...for you..." He hesitantly held out the bread piece, hoping she would get the hint and grab one end, so they'd both pull and get some.

"Thank you!" Rebecca chimed in a childlike voice that was too whiny for Yami's liking. She then took the whole piece and gobbled it up in one bite.

Yami stared in shock for a couple minutes, processing the fact his morning's work had gone to waste.
Dazed, he began to walk away, until he heard a demonic, raucous voice boom out a, "YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO DIE."

He quickly turned around, seeing only Rebecca happily munching, and the beady eyes of her teddy bear peering into the abyss and innermost crevices of his soul.

"Ya didn't have to give her the whole piece, ya know." Joey said when Yami returned.

He sharply inhaled, contemplating a tantrum, but he was interrupted by music that wailed in the streets.

Curious, they both ducked down into the alley and peered around the townspeople. What was all this hubbub?

Hidden behind the crowd, Yami and Joey gaped up at a horse that had a saddle bedazzled with gems, gold, chains, and dice. A dashing, fairly handsome noble rode on top, waving to the ladies and watching them fan themselves.

The music was a modern tune. A simple percussion, few words—hella catchy.

"That's Duke Devlin." Yami heard someone mutter to another. "He's really rich...and really pretty..."

Someone else asked, "Is he..?"

"Yep...another suitor for the prince, I think."

Everyone looked down when Rebecca sped past them, running toward the horse. "Pony!"

"Hey!" Duke frowned and aimed a pair of dice at her forehead. "If this were a car, you'd have been run over at this point. Get off the road— aren't you like, ten?"

A quick flick of the wrist and Duke's dice roll would've made a dent mark on Rebecca's forehead with Justin Timberlake playing in the distance.

^i bet that's a sentence you never thought you'd read

Instead, Yami plucked them from midair and glanced down at them. "Snake eyes." He remarked. "Looks like you're out of luck."

"Those aren't even snake eyes." Duke looked at them. "That's a two and three."

"Maybe. But it made for a good one liner, didn't it?"

"Why are you defending the demon child?"

"I'm not a demon child!" Rebecca frowned.

"And whipping a child?" Yami pulled at the whip. "If I were as rich as you, I could afford some manners!" He smiled for a moment. "I am awesome at this one liner thing!"

The horse flicked a hoof forward and Yami was shoved into the muck, dirty and muddy and humiliated.

Duke rode away, snickering. Yami only grinned. "Look at that, Joey...not everyday that you see a horse with two rear ends!"

Duke and the horse immediately turned back around, furious. The music came back, suddenly.

"You're a worthless peasant. You are literally filthy!"
(I'm bringin' sexy back)
"You were born a street rat,"
(Them other duelists don't know how to act)
"You'll die a street rat, and only your fleas will mourn you!"

The gates to the palace slammed behind Duke as he trotted inside, and Yami couldn't get to him in time to stop him.

"I'm not worthless." He frowned. "and I don't have fleas!"
Joey put a hand o his shoulder in attempt to comfort him, but Yami just sighed. "Come on, Joey. Let's go home."

Joey nodded, not knowing how to make him feel better.

It just wasn't fair. Yami only stole to eat. He had no money, but he still had a heart.
"Riff raff, street rat, I don't buy that." He sang with his hands in his pockets. He kicked at the dust on the road. "If only they'd look closer..."

They climbed the ladder to the secret place they live in that rested in the attic of an abandoned building. "Would they see a poor boy? No sir-ee..."

Finally they got inside, and Joey put his hands behind his head and he relaxed in a cushion. Yami pulled back a curtain to reveal the palace view from the big hole in the wall. He sat on the edge, looking out at the city.
"They'd find out...there's so much more to me..."

He sighed. "You know what, Joey?" He said, knowing he couldn't hear him. "Things are going to change." He looked at the palace and leaned against the wall. "We're going to live in a palace, be rich, have servants...and no problems at all."

"...doubt it..." Joey muttered, then snored.