Miko somehow managed to survive the day without getting ran over, or trampled down by her classmates. Or actually, even tripping. It had been a good day in that respect. She was however in a hurry to get home.

What if Merina and Jason had gotten into another of their crazy fights? Or even if Kisane was burning dinner. Or if Emrilys was some how managing to bother everyone while still in her room. Or if-

Holy cow she worried too much.

Miko stopped on a park bench and sat down. The warm sun beat down on her back and she felt like she could go to sleep right there.

But instead, she got back up and opened the door. Silence met her, and she took that to be a bad sign. With three sisters and a brother they could have gone and killed each other.

That would be bad…

She climbed the stairs annoyed at the lack of sound. She was more used to, and preferred, noise.

She notices an open door and pushes it open…


Her siblings were all ling on the ground. One had a broken leg, another looked like she'd been stabbed to death.

Miko's breath caught in her throat as she realized the were…they were all…they were all …

"…Dead…"

Suddenly a giggle behind her caused her to turn around to see…

All of her siblings.

Merina was giggling loudly and waving a hand with a silver armlet happily.

"Merina! That was not very nice!"

Jason, wearing a matching set of armlets, was also laughing. Something told her this was his idea.

Miko growled softly as she pulled out her own pendant.

Her laughing siblings got really quiet. The others, Emerylis and Kisane, both looked a little scared.

However, Miko tucks it back.

"You're not worth it." She pushed past them.


She sat on her bed and nearly burst into tears.

This was too much. Really, it was…

Miko sat there hugging her knees. Her siblings had once again used their gifts against her.

She'd told them she'd figured out how to use her pendants energy, but she hadn't really.

Merina created good illusions, while Jason could move things without thinking.

Kisane, almost 16, with long white hair and blue eyes, was the best duelist in the family. She didn't have a gift. She didn't need one…

Emerylis was as innocent girl, with brown hair and brown eyes. Her gift was a silver anklet that made her the star of her track team. And she was only twelve.

Miko however, was a misfit. She wasn't like any of her siblings. She needed someone to help her understand. She needed someone to…well, be there. To help her figure this out. She pulled out the pretty necklace.

It was silver, in the shape of a crescent moon. The metal was about 5000 years old, but was not in anyway tarnished or even damaged.

In the center of the moon, was an eye. An eye that reminded her of the Eye of Horus, that she saw so many times in Egypt.

The eye that held her parents and her older sister captive.

Sadly, Miko started to tuck it away, but stopped suddenly. She stared at the eye.

No one understood what had happened.

Her parents, archeologists, had left to explore a place known as the Eye of Horus. They never came back, but she received a note telling them not to go to the police, but to return home as planned. They'd receive fit "compensation."

There was no explanation as to why her parents had been captured in the first place. Or why they'd kept her sister.

The eye was different. Almost, reversed. But not quite. It made her wonder what it really was.

Her sibling's gifts had the same symbol, and they all had powers they had complete control over.

Why couldn't she be like that?

Sighing, Miko finally tuck s it away.

Now was not the time to worry about it.

She curls up in a ball, and resolves to take a nap.


Ryou was walking home as usual, because he really didn't feel like rushing.

Rushing to what? More abuse?

No matter how slow he walked though, he always ended up there a lot earlier than he wanted to be.

But where else could he go?

He trudges up the steps.

Then, surprisingly, his mind wandered to see the girl he'd ran into in the hallway.

Miko.

However, she didn't look too happy. She actually looked like she was crying. But before he can do anything, the image dissolves.

Confused, Ryou enters the door, making the smallest amount of noise as possible.

It wouldn't do to wake Bakura. He'd only be crabby, and crabby usually meant someone got hurt.

More than likely, him.

However, his Yami wasn't asleep.

"Ryou."

Ryou froze.

"Y-y-y-yes, B-Bakura-sama?"

"You're late."

"S-s-sorry…"

Bakura didn't look like he was in a bad mood. But with him, you could never tell.

"Sorry doesn't change that you're late."

"I-I had to stay after s-s-s-school to help with a pr-project."

"What project?" His darkness asked, eyes narrowed.

"One for our Egypt class…"

No reaction from his darkness.

"C-c-can I go upstairs? I have a lot of h-h-homework…"

No response again from his darkness. But Ryou took it as a yes.

He hurried up the stairs in case he was wrong.


Oh gosh, I'm bumbling this...

Bakura- Pfft. Who cares?

I CARE!