AN: Hello again! I know this is a really fast update, but that's mainly due to the fact that I had this already written when I submitted chapter 1, and I just had to revise it a little before uploading it. I will try and update as fast as I can, but some days I just can't write for anything, so please be patient.
Like I said last chapter, you'll realize that I did pull a few things from the English version, such as Bakura being from Britain.

I hope you enjoy!


As the jet finally took off, Ryo Bakura breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked out the window and watched Domino city slowly disappear from view. He couldn't help but to smile at the realization that he was almost free from that hell. His plan was working much better than he had thought it would, and a slight feeling of joy crept up in his chest, living alongside the constant nervousness that he had gotten so used to. Even though he wasn't completely safe yet, he felt so much more at ease now as he saw the city grow further away from him.

It was strange how much even a simple wardrobe change could affect a person. For many years, he was forced to wear the standard Kaiba Corporation uniform just like everyone else in Japan. The uniforms seemed to suffocate him, draining him of feelings other than dread and misery, making him feel like the Drone that he was. Now, as he wore a white trench coat with matching pants and a shirt, he felt like a new man. He felt like himself again, just like the boy he was before he and his mother took that dreaded trip to Japan so many years ago.

A trip seemed like a good idea at the time. He was a fairly young boy at the time, and his mother took him to Japan in an attempt to strengthen the relationship between them. They would have never guessed that Japan would lock down during the short week that they were staying there. It was the week that the Kaiba Corporation successfully overthrew Japan's government; it was the week where everything changed. When the corporation took over, it was as if any freedom the people once had was sucked away from them completely. Uniforms were issued. Airports were shut down. Everywhere he turned, an employee hired by KaibaCorp - people who were quickly nicknamed as "Drones" on the street - was standing by, watching the public's every move. Things quickly spiraled downward as the company's power increased. Everything was owned by the corporation, and everyone was forced to become a full employee. Rules were issued and people were tagged, limiting the public even more than before. The more power they got, the more uncomfortable living there was. Growing up, Bakura knew that he couldn't go on living there. He had to find a way back to his homeland of Great Britain.

The year the heir to KaibaCorp took over was the year that Bakura's mother died. The only family he had left was still in Britain, and he had lost contact with them since the trip. Out of fear of being taken away by the Drones, Bakura found his way into KaibaCorp's computer system. He gave himself a fake identity so he was able to merge into society better than he had before. Starting fresh, he was free to start a new life for himself. It was then when he started to think of a plan. He was going to try to go back to Britain. Even failure seemed better to him than staying there.

It wasn't long before he discovered a spy unit that the new Kaiba in charge was developing to keep an eye on the rest of the world. One division merged with society to spy on the Japanese public, and the other was to travel to other countries and spy on KaibaCorp's competition, which was quickly growing and spreading throughout the world. He applied, and due to his new identity, was able to join with only a few background checks. His first mission was to go undercover in Britain, where his two biggest competitors recently settled in. He was going home.

The men now beside him were also dressed more casually in order to fit into a different society. Most of them were foreign like him, as well. None of them spoke to one another, which wasn't unordinary. This mission would be one man for himself, and most higher-ranked employees only spoke to one another when the situation called for it. Bakura didn't mind it too much; he was used to it by now, and he chose to keep to himself for the most part, anyways. He tilted his head back and sunk into his chair. It was going to be a long flight.


Bakura woke up again along with a few of the others who fell asleep on the long journey as the pilot informed them of their landing. Bakura quickly looked out the window to see his homeland for the first time in years. As they came closer and he could see more, he began to shake his head slightly. That couldn't be Britain; there had to be some sort of mistake. Had he been reassigned without knowing about it first? The very first thing he could see clearly was a large black flag with a pink flower proudly sitting in the middle. As the plane hit the runway and the doors opened, he heard a soft, female voice come on the overhead speakers.

"Welcome, and enjoy your stay with SchröderCorp," she said in German. He understood the phrase clearly; as part of his training, he was forced to become fluent in German, but he never knew why until that moment. Only one phrase kept swimming though his mind, somehow choking all of the others out: This can't be Britain. The other men stood and exited the plane and left the base, quickly merging in with the crowd outside. They didn't seem phased in the slightest and began speaking German to the people as if it was their first language. Bakura also stepped into the public and looked around, still shocked by his surroundings.

This wasn't his home anymore.


Bakura tried to adapt to the foreign culture as best as he could. As he walked around what was formerly London, he couldn't help but to think of when his parents took him and his sister there as children. Things were so different there since the last time he was there. Since the apparent takeover of Great Britain by SchröderCorp, the towns and cities he once knew were now covered in those same black and pink logos and English had turned to German. In an attempt to blend in further, he used some of the credits issued to him by KaibaCorp to buy himself a very small apartment. He tried to settle in, and kept telling himself that he would find some answers soon, and at least he wasn't suffering in Japan anymore. It was only then that he had time to realize that despite his confusion, he was much more at ease than he had ever been in the past few years.