Second Hand Spirit.

Prologue

"Hey, Kid!"

Hikaru looked around to see a girl of about eighteen running at her. She had dark skin and dark hair, and a scar running down one cheek that gave her a slight sense of foreboding. "Uh..."

"Kid - oh, tell me your name. Not like it's going to help me, unless you - " the girl was rushed, and something told the ten year old that she was speaking after a long time of silence. She took a deep breath. "Do you know Yuugi Motou?" she laughed. "You've got to, no one else -" she cut off and looked at the girl expectantly.

"Uh...yeah, he's my grandfather."

The dark skinned girl cackled triumphantly. "I knew it! No one else has hair that mad. Hang on..." the girls eyes grew wide. "Oh, god, did he marry Anzu?"

Hikaru nodded, and the girl looked a little disgusted.

"I knew that'd happen. Without the Pharaoh... "

"Uh...can I go now?"

"No no no no no!" The girl grabbed Hikaru's arm and bit her lip for a moment, trying to decide something. "Look, can you call him? Just tell him it's an old friend?"

Hikaru looked her up and down, pulling her arm free. "How do you know him?" The girl was shaking with adrenaline. Was she high? "He's way too old to know you."

The girl burst out laughing, a genuinely entertained laugh that shook her body even more fiercely than the excitement. "Oh, kid. You have no idea." She giggled, tears running down her face. "Could you just call him?" she reached into her top and pulled out something on a long string. It shone in the sunlight, reflecting off the eye in the centre, the pointed indicators around the bottom. "Tell him it's Yami no Bakura, and we've got the Ring to prove it."

Hikaru stared at her. "I've heard him talking about Yami no Bakura. Uh...isn't that a guy? And dead?"

"Yes, and yes. Oh, Yuugi will explain it to you. PHONE!"

Ten year old Hikaru Motou watched the girl as she dialled in her grandfathers number. "Grandaddy? It's Hikaru. Yeah, I'm fine. Look...I've got this mad girl -"

"Kamilah," the girl told her after a moment of...apparently trying to remember.

"Called Kamilah here...and she said she knows - well, actually, she said she IS Yami no Bakura. She'd got a golden ring thing..." she held out the phone. "He wants to speak to you."

"Yuugi Motou? It's Bakura." Kamilah looked a little hurt. "I'm not joking, Yuugi. You want me to prove it? What do I have to say? You want me to retell everything that happened in Egypt, because I can. I can give you it detail for freakin' detail - I've only been stuck in that ring for forty-five bloody years! What else can I think about? KITTENS?" The anger on Kamilah's face subsided and was replaced by a triumphant smirk. "Thank you. Now, when can I come and see you?"

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