Kaiba Corp's blimp flew slowly across the cloudy, night sky. It was the last night of the Battle City Tournament Semi-finals and everything was at rest for the night, or so it seemed...

On the blimp's battle arena, Yami Bakura, Marik, and Yami Marik stood, dueling with all of their might. It was the final round, and Bakura was about to get his ass kicked. Half of his body was concealed by the darkness of the Shadow Realm. Marik's spirit stood beside him, half-glaring at him half-staring at his other personality's monster, The Winged Dragon of Ra. Yami Marik stood on top of the Egyptian god, ready to burn Bakura.

"Well, it was nice knowing you, Bakura," Yami Marik said malevolently. "But I'm afraid this duel at a closed. Enjoy the Shadow Realm!"

Bakura said nothing, only staring at the his demise.

"Well, this is just great," Marik said sarcastically. "This was the most epic fail ever! Seriously, do you have anything in your deck that doesn't require sacrificing Life Points?"

Bakura remained silent.

Yami Marik laughed like a maniac. "Aw, you guys should see your faces. It is so priceless! Anyway, time to die! Wing Dragon of Ra, attack Bakura's Life Points-"

He cut himself off.

He stared at Bakura and Marik, as if something was trying to tick in his mind. Bakura stared at back.

Why did he stop...?

"...You know what? I've changed my mind," Yami Marik announced. "I'm not going to send you to the Shadow Realm."

Both Marik and Bakura stared blankly at him.

"Wait, what?" Bakura muttered puzzled. "Then what are you going to do?"

"Send you to a different realm," Yami Marik answered sincerely.

"...Why? How can you send us to some place other then the Shadow Realm?"

"Even I have no idea what he's talking about," Marik added.

"Well, that's all the villains of Yu-Gi-Oh do. It's like, 'I'm going to send you to the Shadow Realm!' 'Prepare for the Shadow Realm!' 'Enjoy everlasting damnation in the Shadow Realm!'" Yami Marik explained in almost a whiny voice. "I mean, it gets old after a while. So, I'm going to do something different for a change."

Bakura stood there, too stun and confused to comment.

"...So where are you going to send us?" Marik asked though he knew he was going to regret it later.

"I'm going to send you to..." Yami Marik paused.

"You don't know, do you?" Bakura said.

"Uh..."

Bakura sighed heavily.

"Wow," Marik commented. "You have to be an idiot to not know what you are doing when trying to sound threatening. It's like trying to steal someone's power and not know if you should kill them or not."

Oh, the irony in that statement!

"...I've got it!" Yami Marik then grabbed the Millennium Rod and pointed it at Bakura and Marik. "Say goodbye and have fun in the...whatever realm I send you to!"

The Millennium Rod then glowed bright gold as Ra prepared to attack. The light of the rod and Ra's flames then consumed Bakura and Marik. Everything went black as they disappeared into the night. Yami Marik laughed hysterically as the holograms of the duel faded away.

"Oh my Ra, that was fun!" he exclaimed to himself. "I wonder who else I could send to other realms..."

He then walked away, holding the Millennium Rod tightly in his hands.

Bakura twitched in his sleep, his head feeling like he just hit it twenty times with a brick. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was laying in a big pile of sand. Bakura sat up slowly.

Where the bloody hell am I? How did I get from a blimp to a desert?

He scanned his surroundings, though all he could see for miles was sand. He sighed heavily.

Great, I'm in the middle of nowhere. Can things get any worse?

"Bakura?"

Bakura turned to see Marik. He was sitting next to him, trying to get the sand out of his blonde hair.

Bakura groaned. "Wonderful. Now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with you, of all people."

Marik glared at him. "I'm not fond of this either. So, where the hell are we?"

"How the bloody hell should I know?" Bakura asked irritated. "Wasn't it your split personality that sent us here? Surely, you would most likely know then I would."

Marik stayed silent and avoided eye contact. "I don't where we are but I'll find a way out," he said solemnly. "I have to stop him. Before he could harm anyone else like he did to my…"

He cut himself off, as Marik remembered the painful memory of his father's murder.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

He then looked to his left and saw that there was another person laying in the sand. He then approached the guy and moved the sand and hair that covered his face. Bakura's eyes widened as he saw the face of his host, Ryo Bakura.

How is that possible? Why does my host and I have two separate bodies?

Bakura then turned to wear Marik was standing. Now that he had a closer look, Marik looked like he had a body of his own, even though it was in the control of Yami Marik.

"Bakura, are you okay?" Marik asked walking towards him.

"…I just found my host unconscious," Bakura explained checking Ryo's pulse to see if he was still alive, which he was.

Ryo coughed a little as he slowly opened his eyes. He stared at Bakura.

"...Where..." Ryo muttered.

"He needs medical attention," Marik stated. "We should try to find a town or something." He turned to Ryo. "Can you stand or walk?"

Ryo stared blankly at him.

Marik then took a hold of Ryo's arm and helped him stand up. Ryo's legs shook and he almost collapsed under his own weight.

"Take a hold of Ryo," Marik ordered. "And hand me your duel disk."

"What, why?" Bakura questioned as Marik handed him his host.

Bakura put Ryo's arm over his shoulder, making him barely stand. Just then, Marik took his duel disk.

"What are you-"

"I'm taking the duel disk in case we run into trouble," Marik explained before Bakura could finish his sentence. "Even if the monsters are just holograms, we can still intimidate any hostile enemies we see." He then replaced Bakura's deck with his own deck he kept in his pocket. "Luckily I have a spare deck I keep in my pocket, since your deck obviously sucks."

Bakura growled as Marik handed him back his deck.

Without any other option, they then started to walk in a random direction, hoping to find civilization.

And maybe a way out of this hell, Bakura thought as half-walked, half-dragged Ryo through the desert.