A/N: Alright, so here is the new version of my OC. Some of you didn't see what I had made her out to be in the last version, but it wasn't even close to what I had envisioned. This is a lot more like it. I had originally made her out to be a complete victim, and that is not the case…just check it out for yourself.

I know that OCs are usually hated, in fact I hate a lot of OCs I read about as well. Give this one a chance though. I had to come up with SOMEONE to be the antagonist, right?

This is kind of a short update, I know…but it seemed right to end it where I did.

Reviews are appreciated!

Dayanara Massri fiddled with her necklace mindlessly as she strolled into the school behind her parents. She had long black hair that reached down to the middle of her back and bangs chopped off just above her jade green eyes. She was dressed in the traditional uniform that her new high school required her to wear, much to her dismay. She tugged the skirt down as her eyes shifted from the back of her father to that of her mother.

They finally reached the main office. Mrs. Massri rapped on the door. A kind voice called out to them in response, urging them to come in. Mr. Massri pushed the door open gently, revealing a short, middle aged man sitting at a desk, neatly organizing his pencils.

"Ah, there's the newest addition to Domino High! Welcome! I'm Principal Snyder," the man greeted pleasantly. He had tousled gray hair that almost made him look younger than he was, as well as warm brown eyes. He grinned from ear to ear as the Massri family filed into the small office.

"Dayanara Massri, it's a pleasure to have you here. We haven't had many exchange students around here lately, and I can honestly say that we've never had a student from Egypt! How fascinating!"

Dayanara glanced over at her father and rolled her eyes, but her father merely stared back at her blankly. Dayanara sighed and turned back to Principal Snyder, the only other person in the room that had any shred of personality.

"Well, all of the paperwork is in order. It seems as though your homeschooling was proficient enough, she passed our tests with flying colors. You should be proud of yourselves," Principal Snyder beamed at Mr. and Mrs. Massri.

Mr. Massri cleared his throat as a stiff grin spread over his face. "Yes, I taught her myself. She is a very gifted child," he commented in a monotone. His grin widened. "You'd be surprised what she is capable of."

Dayanara's eyes shot daggers as she stared at her robotic father. She turned back to look at the principal, who was wearing an expression of confusion mixed with wariness. Dayanara couldn't blame him, her parents were unnerving.

"Please excuse my parents," Dayanara said smoothly, drawing the attention of the principal's eyes. She smirked. "They don't get out very often. You could say that they live underground even, that's how often they socialize with other people."

Principal Snyder laughed nervously at her joke, but when he noticed both of her parents nodding slowly with scary clown grins planted on their faces; he began to wonder if she was being serious. He blinked and looked down at his desk in order to avoid eye contact with the strange family.

"Welcome, Dayanara. I hope you enjoy your time with us…" he grabbed the piece of paper lying on his desk and held it out to Dayanara, who swiped it from him. "That is your class schedule. If you hurry, you'll be able to catch the end of your first period."

Dayanara's smirk widened. "That sounds great. Thank you for your time, Principal Snyder. You sure made my first morning at this school memorable," she chuckled. Principal Snyder looked back up at her, his brown eyes staring into her green ones. For a moment he thought he saw something stirring behind her green irises, but he shrugged it off, chalking it up to his imagination.

Dayanara bowed her head to him respectfully before turning to exit the room, her lifeless parents in tow. As soon as the door closed behind them, Mr. Massri grabbed Dayanara's upper arm. He spun her around to face him…his cartoonish grin had vanished.

"Darling, don't waste much time before carrying out your task. The more time that passes, the more likely it is that the others catch wind of our plan." He smirked, a fierce glint sparkling in his eye. He pulled a folded up photograph out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Dayanara. "You must not fail. The time has come to right the wrongs committed so long ago."

Dayanara sneered at him indignantly. "You think I have forgotten? If anything, I should be reminding you to do your jobs correctly. You would do well to remember who you're talking to."

Mrs. Massri inclined her head politely. "Of course, darling, we haven't forgotten. Forgive your father, we're simply eager to finally finish what our family started thousands of years ago."

Dayanara's expression relaxed and she nodded. "It's alright." She turned her back on them. "I'll find him, don't you worry. Now, however, I must greet my new classmates."

She walked down the hall, glancing down at her schedule from time to time. When she finally found the room she was assigned to, she paused in front of the door. She tucked the photo into her uniform jacket before turning the handle and stepping inside.

The entire class turned to look at her out of curiosity. The teacher smiled at her and motioned for her to join him at the front of the classroom. She took her spot next to him and waited for a brief moment before he began to introduce her.

"Students, this is Dayanara Massri. She is an exchange student from the African country of Egypt. Be nice everybody, and introduce yourselves to her when you get the chance." He turned to Dayanara, flashing another pleasant smile. "Take a seat at the back of the second row, please."

Dayanara nodded and turned toward her new seat. However, before she could take one step forward, her eyes fell upon a familiar face that caught her completely off guard.

"Dayanara, is something wrong?"

Dayanara looked back at the teacher and smiled sheepishly. "Second row, right?"

The teacher chuckled softly and nodded. He pointed at the specific desk he was talking about. "That one at the back, please."

Dayanara quickly made her way to her desk and sat down, her eyes immediately flying to the person that had caused her momentary confusion. She smirked and chuckled as the teacher resumed his lecture.

The boy turned back to look at her, confirming that he had noticed her strange reaction to seeing him. He had chocolate brown eyes and a kind face, nothing like what she had remembered. His hair was the same, however: a fluffy white mane that cascaded down his back.

Dayanara averted her eyes from him, turning her full concentration on the teacher at the front of the room. She couldn't contain the fascination brewing within her, however, as she continued to look at the boy from time to time.

Bakura…it has been ages, she thought as she once again studied the boy's hair.

Perhaps a shred of his former self still lingers…

Yes, Dayanara agreed, of course, there is only one way for us to find out…

When the bell rang at the end of first period, Ryou quickly gathered his things and made a beeline for the door. He had seen the way that girl had stared at him, and it had made him feel uneasy. The teacher had said that she was from Egypt, and his only connection with Egypt was the ancient spirit that seemed to enjoy toying with him…

Ryou shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn't want to think about that spirit. Without the Millennium Ring, Bakura's influence on him wasn't nearly as strong…though he still lingered within. Ryou could feel his presence at all times.

Ryou walked through the hallways, looking for his next class, but it was so difficult. His thoughts kept going back to the new girl and Bakura…what connection was there? Did Bakura know this girl? If he did, would he even be willing to tell?

No, I don't know her.

Ryou froze in the middle of the hallway, causing someone to bump into his back. Bakura hadn't spoken to him in a while, so it was unnerving for the spirit to make contact. He turned his head, mumbling an apology to the person behind him, only to come face to face with the same new girl from class.

He gasped, but before he could say anything, the girl took a firm grip on his upper arm and pulled him into a supply closet nearby.

Ryou had tried to fight her, but she was surprisingly strong. She shoved him to the back of the closet and closed the door behind her. She planted herself firmly in front of the door to keep him from running.

"Hello, Bakura."

Ryou fidgeted nervously. "Look, I don't know what things were like at your old school, but here it isn't exactly normal to grab students from the hallway and pull them into supply closets…"

The girl grinned. "I was homeschooled."

Ryou shrugged. "I suppose that explains it then…"

The girl took a step toward him. "Don't be afraid. I am Dayanara."

Ryou looked into her green eyes. "What do you want from me?"

Dayanara frowned. "What do you remember of ancient Egypt?"

Ryou shook his head. "Nothing! I'm not the person you're looking for, okay?"

Dayanara smirked. "I beg to differ. You're hiding something, boy, and I'm not letting you leave until you reveal it to me."

Ryou took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm himself. He could feel the ancient spirit within him prying, trying to take control. Ryou held him off, however. Without the ring, it was a lot easier for him to stay in control.

Come now, let me handle this.

Ryou groaned. He normally tried to keep Bakura out of his life as much as possible, but why not? The spirit was at his mercy anyway. If Ryou wanted control again, he could take it.

Ryou gave a short, shaky laugh before giving in.

Dayanara noticed the change in the boy almost instantly. His entire aura changed. The boy she had been conversing with had been friendly, polite, and naïve. However, his facial expression had morphed into one of obvious distaste; it would have been intimidating for anyone else. However, this change made Dayanara smile.

"There you are."

Bakura sneered. "What do you want with me?"

Dayanara took a step back and leaned against the door. "I believe that you and I can help each other."

Bakura raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

Dayanara laughed softly. "What would you say if I told you that I could offer you power beyond your imagination?"

Bakura scoffed. "What's the catch?"

Dayanara considered his question for a moment. "There really isn't much of a catch…except for the fact that I need your help."

The bell rang, signaling that they had two minutes to get to their next class. Dayanara opened the door and took one step out before turning back to Bakura. She pulled a piece of paper out of her jacket pocket and handed it to Bakura.

"That is what I need your help with." She grinned. "See you at lunch."

Dayanara turned and left the room, allowing the door to swing shut behind her. Bakura remained where he was as he unfolded the photograph in his hands. When he saw the person in it, he looked up at where Dayanara had been with a confused expression.

He glanced back down. Blue eyes, short brown hair…and a white trench coat…

It was Seto Kaiba.