A/N: Holy fuck, it's been forever! And let me tell you, this chapter has been a pain in the ass. After rewriting and rewriting and rewriting, it's finally done. . Damn, it gave me such a headache too. Well, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own shit. :( Booo...

Twisted

Chapter 7

Night was falling quickly through Egypt, the darkness casting the hot sun away, making it fall into the horizon beyond. The people of the sandy city fled into their homes, knowing what lies within the darkness. No one wanted to be caught within the destruction and horror of night fall. The ugly, disgusting monsters would roam, fur as black as the dark abyss and sharp teeth, with saliva oozing out of its mouth. Some of the monsters were different, some walking on with two feet while the other half crawled on the dirty ground. Throughout the night, they would squeal and howl for food, begging anyone to come out and play. No one was that stupid.

Every night the creatures would come and every single person would pray and beg for them to go away. No one realized how beautiful and easy their life was until he came to them. His people even hated him and wished he, like the monsters, would just go away.

Marik read their thoughts. He knew what they thought of him and he couldn't say that he liked it. The people feared and hated him. Marik groaned out in frustration, he was a real leader that they could count on, someone who was powerful and stable man. Wars would be meaningless now that he ruled over everything. People hated fighting for others and with him as king, there would be no wars since no one would even stick up to him. The people should thank him; even adore him for his generosity. But they didn't. They hated him and prayed to the Gods that he would die.

He gripped the balcony railing, standing within his room as he looked out to his city. Every night it was the same. They would pray and he would not leave. Marik would never leave now. He would stay, never giving them the satisfaction of his disappearance. He would be king forever and they would have to deal with it.

Though, he didn't know why it was so troubling for him. Marik hated them just as much as they hated him. He would never love people and they would never love him. It was a never ending cycle and Marik thought that he wouldn't mind. However, standing here on his balcony, he had to make them like him somehow.

The problem was, no one was worshiping or paying him tribute. As far as he was concerned, they didn't treat him like a pharaoh. He was crowned, he had won it and by law, he was a pharaoh. However, with no one caring, there was no honor and with no honor came no respect.

"I have to do something." He stated boldly, his grip tightening along the railing. They people were losing their fear and without fear, no respect is maintained. That needed fixing or he'd just be as good as dead. No hope in being pharaoh if that were to happen. "I need to strike some fear into them." He smiled, that could be refreshing. As pharaoh, he had been busy and had no time to truly play around. Sure, he tortured some stupid fool here and there but nothing to make everyone scream in horror.

An idea came into mind, a little plan that would force the people to love him. It would start with Anzu and it wouldn't stop unless the people decided to fill their hearts with love for the king. Marik laughed cruelly, he would get everything he wanted all in one night. Now, all he had to do is find Anzu and bring her here. Though, finding her would be the hard part. He figured that she might be in Domino City but he doubted it. The last he heard, it was a battle ground where the people turned on each other. Like most cities, they were in turmoil and in complete chaos. He loved the thought of that, it tickling him just thinking about the stupid people of Domino City fighting over small, trivial things. His survival game was brining the worse out of people. He was turning each and every one of them into hostile little monsters.

However, he already contacted his favorite men; the Rare Hunters, and demanded that they scout the city for Anzu. Many of them weren't happy about Marik being their new leader, noticing his crazy locks and slightly different personality than Malik. Though, many of them liked the change. Marik was a much better leader than Malik, being forceful and full of wickedness. Marik knew what to do with them and used them to their full potential, which in the end, everyone liked.

Marik drummed his fingers on the polished railing; it would only be a matter of time before she would be in his grasp. In fact, he tingled with delight and excitement. He couldn't wait to see her again. Though the image of her popped in his head, curious if she still looked the same. He played with the thought of her for a bit longer and then decided to forget about his little dilemmas. Surely there was something else that needed his attention…

As he exited his room, he stalked the long corridor, feeling slightly agitated. Funny thing was, Marik Ishtar, supreme ruler over everything and anything was in fact, completely and utterly, bored. Being bored wasn't something that he took lightly. He hated the feeling, it repulsed him. He had to do something, anything with his time. It was too early for him to turn in without accomplishing something. So he decided to do something he hadn't done in a long time.

X

The treasure room…

He didn't mean to abandon it but most of the treasures meant nothing to him. Well, almost nothing. Since he had become king and supreme in the ruling department, there wasn't much need to carry all of the Millennium Items at one time. Since he had them all, including the one he pried from Shadi's hands, and had the God cards at his disposal, no one even dared to stand up to him. So, he placed them onto six separate pedestals, shimmering in the glorious light. He kept this place locked up and he would check on it every day and night to make sure the Items were still there.

If anyone knew that the Millennium Items could pose a threat to him, anyone would try to get their hands on them. He assigned the meanest and toughest guards to this station, allowing no one in or out. Not even his counsel members knew what was inside and none of them would live to find out. The guards were also ordered to kill anyone who tried to persuade or even tempt to see what was inside; maids, guards, even the beloved counsel.

Marik twirled the Millennium Rod in his hand, keeping it as a keepsake and his own personal supply of shadow magic. In fact, he was so attached to the golden little rod that he didn't even bother making a pedestal for it. It was all his and twirling it in his fingers.

"Sir!" One of the guards stated, spear clutched in one hand. He was a big, burly man with defined, muscular arms. He was a good few inches taller than Marik; he could easily overcome him with his strength. However, he stiffened once he saw him, straightening himself nervously.

Marik raised an eyebrow at him, he was acting slightly suspicious and not to mention that the other guard was missing. "Where is the other one?" He hissed, his lavender orbs narrowing darkly at the guard. The guard shifted again, his uneasiness more palpable. The guard cleared his throat before he continued.

"I'm not-"He wasn't able to finish when the sharp, golden dagger pointed directly at his neck. Marik may have been smaller but he was quicker, and much more efficient than his guard. His eyes narrowed once more and deepened the knife into his neck. The guard dropped his spear and placed his hands in the air, his eyes pledging with mercy.

"Where?" He demanded again, this time he was less tolerant with his deceitfulness. He wasn't in the mood for games, not when the guard that was required to watch the treasure room was missing and the other one hesitating. Too much was at stake and he was losing his patience.

The guard gulped, fear overcoming him. Marik could tell that he didn't want to talk but he wasn't going to give him a choice. Do and die or don't and die. "He's inside. Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! He didn't want to me to tell! His family is suffering, he said. I'm sorry!" The apology or his reasoning didn't warm Marik's cold heart. In fact, it made it colder. Without hesitation, he sliced his throat and let the blood stain his face. He hated to say it but he trusted these people with the highest task possible. Marik clenched the rod in disapproval. How hard could guarding a door be?

Even though he wasn't alive anymore, Marik started talking. "I gave you one, simple little order." He wiped the Millennium Rod's dagger clean from the guard's blood. Such a little pretty thing didn't deserve to be stained with such ugly blood. "Guard the room and let no one in or out. Simple, simple, simple." He huffed in pure annoyance and opened the door. Another one had his punishment waiting for him.

As he opened the door, Marik made a mental note to find a way to create his own soldiers and guards. After this little charade, he was having problems with trusting anyone at this point. Even his gifted and trusted guards decided to defy him, what would anyone else do? He would dispose of all of them, on that day; right after Anzu's blood filled the streets. She'd be the first and everyone in his palace would follow.

Marik pushed open the heavy door and searched around the room for the other guard. His eyes widened slightly in mid surprise. The guard was on the ground, bleeding from his head, nose, and stomach. His legs were twisted and bent, obviously broken. The strangest thing though, was not the guard's condition, but the one who did this to him. He was wearing a thick cloak that covered up his face but not that sly smile that stained his lips. The man in black was sitting right behind the guard, pressing his own knife up to the guard's neck. The man was smaller than the guard; thin but had muscle on his bones. Marik could see his arm, stretching out to hold the knife to the guard. In protest, the guard squealed out, hoping that Marik could understand his pathetic plight. The guard was burly, like the other one, but indeed much fatter. How could such a small guy beat his largest guard? Marik crossed his arms in interest and in mild confusion. Who was this man?

The intruder in black continued to smile and spoke up, his voice familiar. "Well, I wasn't expecting you. How funny it is that you've come at this precise moment." He pointed the dagger at Marik, "I was actually hoping you'd come."

Before Marik could reply back, the guard yelled out to him, spitting out in desperation. "Master Marik, please stop him! He…he stole one of the treasures! I heard him and I went in to stop him! Please stop him; ahh the pain is too great!" He complained, eyes lowering to his legs and their distorted condition.

Marik stared at the man and then down at his own guard. He was lying, he could tell and he did not like liars. "Now, it's funny that you say that. I was informed that you were actually attempting to steal from me."

His eyes widened, "What? Hakim is lying! I would never steal you, almighty one!"

Marik flinched in disgust at his attempt to butter him. Even the unknown man in black had enough of him and stabbed him once in the throat. "Enough." He tossed the man to the side, gurgling out spit and blood. It wasn't exactly pleasant but the room had grown quiet. It was a good start. "I see your still employing the winners of society."

Marik's interest sparked to a new level. He knew him and that was intriguing, especially when Marik had no idea who he was. He was half attempted to use the Millennium Rod but he didn't want to ruin the surprise. "Apparently you know me. How interesting but I don't want to burst your bubble, but you're not exactly going to leave this room alive. My pathetic excuse for a guard told me you took something. Return it."

The intruder smirked, refusing to be so coy. "Now why would I do that?" He slipped the knife away and reached for his hood. Yanking it back his hood, he continued speaking, "Why when what I'm stealing actually belongs to me," With one last tug, the man finally revealed himself. Bloodstained eyes smiled coolly over at Marik, his white locks spiked out independently. His skin was pale, almost ghostly.

Marik suddenly recognized his voice from earlier. He should have known it would be no one but Bakura. However, to even be here was impossible for him. Ryou's body was destroyed and the Millennium Ring was in Marik's possession. To have Bakura; the evil spirit of the Ring, standing right in front of him was close to impossible.

"Bakura…" Marik stated gravely, having a good idea which item he stole. "You're alive?"

He smiled, "I'm standing right in front of you, aren't I?"

"With no body and without the Millennium Ring…how?"

Bakura chuckled lightly, taking out the Millennium Ring from his cloak and placed it around his neck. It shimmered and glowed for a moment, as if it was snuggling up to its rightful owner. Bakura sighed, almost relieved and tilted his head, staring back at Marik with a sly and secretive smile on his face. "Ah but it's none of your business, now is it? You see, my life is not of your concern right now. You should worry about the fact that all of your items will belong to me and your power will go with it." He laughed at him, almost mocking him. The Millennium Ring started to glow and light sprang from it, blinding Marik. He growled, his eyes closing in protest. The light was too much for him to handle.

With the light ceased to be, Marik opened his eyes and searched around the room. Everything was fine; five of the items were still here, still in his possession. However, Bakura was gone and so was the Millennium Ring. Marik growled in frustration, kicking the corpse of his former guard in the stomach. This was horrible, all so very wrong. Bakura was somehow back and now Marik had something to worry about. If he got a hold of all of the Millennium Items, even without the God cards, Bakura could end him. Marik stared angrily at the wall; he would have to kill him again and for good this time.

X

Mokuba was right; it was a long plane ride. She forgot how far they lived from Egypt and hardly remembered flying there with her friends. Their biggest adventure had ended in the sandy world but now, it felt like a new one was about to begin. It was strange to think of it that way but it was better than seeing it for what it actually was; a nightmare.

After sitting in the plane for who knew how long, Anzu began to feel a little cramped in such a small space. What she wouldn't give if she could just stretch every muscle in her body. She tried her best, pulling her arms above her head and straining the tight muscles in her arms and back. It didn't work because her fingers hit against the window above her head, making her recede her hands quickly. It really hurt. She shot the glass a mean look before returning to her normal position. Anzu sighed heavily, she was getting restless and on top of that, she was extremely nervous.

They had discussed the game plan earlier. Mokuba would land somewhere safe and they would move their way to Marik's hideout. It wouldn't be until then that they would come up with a new one, Mokuba calling it "Operation: Rescue Seto part B". Anzu thought it was cute but it could only hold her amusement for so long. They were really going to do this. They were going to Egypt to save Kaiba. As much as Anzu wanted to believe that it would be so black and white, she knew that it wouldn't. Even if they did succeed, Marik would probably stalk them until Kaiba was brought back. Anzu fiddled with her thumbs, in order for this to truly stop, Marik had to be stopped.

Mokuba noticed her lowered head his mirror and knew she needed some encouragement. Heck, he needed some too but he couldn't falter now. He needed to believe that this plan would work. His brother was counting on him and Mokuba wasn't going to let him down. Seto never let Mokuba down and it was time for him to return the favor. He smiled, determination springing to life in his face, eyes glittering with pride. He was going to show Marik's whose-

A sudden beeping sound came from the controls in front of him, blinking a violent red. Mokuba's hopefulness died, suddenly swarmed by fear and anxiety. "What?" He responded, trying to figure out what was going on.

Anzu sat up in her seat, startled by the noise. "Mokuba, what's going on?"

He sounded panicked, "I…I don't know. I think something is wrong with the engine." He pressed some more buttons and the plane started to shake. The blood from Anzu's face rushed down to her legs, making her queasy.

This is it. Forget about facing Marik and finding Kaiba. We are going to die here, right now. Anzu had been trying to think positively but it was hard to be so optimistic when you're a couple thousand feet in the air and your plane starts to malfunction. This was definitely not her year. Though, nor were the last two…

When the plane started to shake even more, Mokuba tried to control it and center them again. Something blew, making a large BAM sound and a thick smoke flew into their faces. Anzu started coughing, covering over her mouth. It was thickening and clogging out the oxygen. "Mokuba!" She yelled, desperate for him to do something or they were going to die.

Mokuba bit his lip and tried to keep his eyes open. "We gotta land!" He coughed out, barely able to see out of the window. Not that he actually could see where he was really going; night had already begun and covered the sky in a deep coat of darkness. Regardless, he grabbed the stick with two hands and slowly moved it, lowering the plane. They were decreasing at a fast rate, making the plane shake and groan like a colicky baby. As they approached the ground, Anzu and Mokuba screamed, expecting their impact to be a bit bumpy and the last thing they would feel. They both seriously thought that they were going to die.

X

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

Anzu woke with a blistering headache and couldn't even think about moving her body. Once her eyes fluttered opened, her world was blurry. Distorted images of color and objects blurred in her vision, making her absent mind spin irrationally. Colors of black, red, orange, and a deep blue stained her memory. She blinked again, eyes demanding her to try and focus.

Eventually, her eyes stopped moving and objects became distinctly clear. She was lying on the ground, the black sky right above her. She groaned, pressing her hand on her aching forehead. What happened? She tried to replay her latest memory, trying to make sense of why she was lying on this sandy ground in the middle of the night. Was she at the beach?

Snap. Crackle. Pop.

There was that noise again and Anzu couldn't ignore it this time. Still lying down, she barely moved her head to see what was making such an obnoxious sound. There was a small plane that was crashed into the sand, sitting at a large distance away from her. There was a fire, blazing away and eating greedily at the metal siding.

Seeing the plane being coated in crimson flames, her azure eyes snapped wide and she remembered. She remembered the smoke, their screams that were never heard, the groans of the plane and the sudden crash. Just remembering the impact made her headache burst to a new degree, making her clench her head in pain.

Regardless of the amount of pain she was in, Anzu knew that she had to continue on. Standing with her wobbly legs, Anzu stumbled over to the plane to evaluate it further. As she walked, she noticed the humanly skid marks across the sand. With her suspicion rising, she reached the plane. She flinched when her shoe stepped on a piece of glass, being surrounded by thousands of shards. Her heart began to race when she looked at the plane windows. A large hole was made in the passenger seat, glass covering over most of the general area. Her eyes follow the trail, noticing that she awoke in that exact spot. Her hand went over her mouth in shock; she was flung from her spot in the plane and must have rolled all the way over there.

"Mokuba!" Her heart leaped again, worried for the condition of the young boy. She searched inside of the plane; noticed one of the doors was opened. Seeing footsteps that stumbled off into the distance, Anzu's heart dropped into her stomach. Mokuba left her in the desert all alone. Why would he leave?

Her thoughts jumbled with all of the same questions which she couldn't think of answers to. Anzu fell to the ground, feeling all of the bruises and ripped muscles in her legs scream in agony. She ignored them and stared off into the distance with water coming to her eyes. This entire plan was a disaster. Their plane had crashed into the desert, she was alone, had no food or water, and worse of all, it was night. If the plane crash didn't kill her, the monsters would.

Anzu's misery couldn't have been higher. She brought her hands to her face and cried to herself. She wanted to go home and didn't care which one. Real or not. She wanted to be with her family and locked in the safety of her own room. Anzu started sobbing, remembering that this was all of her fault. She did this to herself. If I hadn't felt anything for you Yami, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have cared that you died and wouldn't have felt sad at all. If I wouldn't be sad, that old witch wouldn't have sent me to this horrible place!

Yami, it's all your fault! Anzu suddenly couldn't blame herself anymore. From the very start, she knew that she did it. Her depression had got in the way and it caused her to end up here to begin with. And now, being in this awful situation, she wanted to blame someone else. It made her not feel so miserable.

"Find the good in the bad." A soft and yet, distant voice echoed in the back on her mind. It was strange; feeling like something was trying to encourage her, like how a mother comforts their child. Not quite understanding it, she just accepted for the fact that it was there and took comfort in it.

"Okay…" She said weakly, wiping the tears from her eyes. Regardless of who she blamed, Anzu knew she had to move on. She had to find Mokuba, get Kaiba, and stop Marik. Then she could go home and forget about this nightmare. Reassuring herself, she sniffed and dared to stand back up. It was an unpleasant feeling but she ignored it. Cringing, Anzu looked around. There were no monsters yet and she was thankful for that.

"Perhaps they only stalk cities where people are. I sure hope so." Regaining her strength, she followed the footsteps in the sand, praying that they were Mokuba's and he didn't get to far from her.

X

She traveled for quite some time and once the plane was far from her reach, the darkness of the night surrounded her, making it harder to see the footsteps. She crossed her arms; there was a chill on the wind. "For such a hot place, it sure is cold at night…" She stated, eyes flickering from side to side. She had to be careful, cautious of monsters, scorpions, and snakes. She walked slowly, trying to look out for any pests and the footsteps. Without the moon high the sky, this task would have been impossible.

She coughed and gulped deeply. She was lost and was getting nowhere. She cleared her throat, "Mokuba!" She cried out, hoping to get a response. Silence. There was nothing out there, nothing besides her. She felt the lump in her throat return, making her eyes water. What if she was never found?

Anzu sighed and kicked the sand in disappointment. Where is Mokuba and why didn't he stay with me? Anzu pulled some hair behind her ear and trudged on forward. She hoped with all of her heart that she was at least getting somewhere.

There was a sudden breeze that blew at her hard, blowing a thick pile of sand into her face. She coughed and wiped it away, groaning in disbelief. "Really?" She exclaimed, knowing she wasn't crazy; she was really having a horrible day. Spitting out the last of the sand, she glared forward in pure hate. About to stomp out in the wrong direction, something caught her eye.

In the distance, something was approaching her and at a first glance, Anzu thought it was a monster. Looking to find some kind of shelter, Anzu began to panic, knowing that there was nothing but sand for miles and miles. Anzu glanced at the shadow again, hoping that it if it was a monster that it changed its mind. However, looking closely, she noticed it wasn't a monster at all. It was a person.

Anzu blinked in confusion, it was too tall to be Mokuba. "Who would be traveling out in the desert?" She mumbled to herself, watching as the person grew closer. She decided to walk towards him, almost stumbling into a jog. "Maybe they can help!" She exclaimed. What luck! Hearing her, the person stopped and stared at her.

Once they were closer now, being just a few feet apart, Anzu got a good look at them. He was a man, just as she suspected and he looked like Ryou. Anzu wasn't sure though. He wore a large, black cloak that covered most of his body. Though, the man had the same white hair and pale features. She blinked and eyed him more closely. To ease her questions, a small breeze blew, folding the man's cloak around, revealing his clothes underneath. It was definitely Ryou, he was wearing that striped blue and white shirt and a pair of jeans. From the last that she saw him, he was wearing those same clothes. Though, she wanted to be sure that it was him. "Ryou…is that really you or am I just imagining things?"

"I am-"After hearing that British accent, Anzu's suspicions were right. She smiled brightly and hugged the boy. She never thought she would see any of her friends again and here was one in the middle of the desert with her, the quiet and innocent Ryou Bakura. She couldn't be happier and it never did strike her that this man, could in fact also be Bakura, which it was.

Bakura stiffened at her sudden movement, not expecting her to do that all. In fact, he was shocked to know that Anzu was out here in the desert, all alone. With her arms around his neck, he felt her cry into his chest. Displeased, he cleared his throat and started again, "Like I was saying. I am not Ryou. Though, I do believe you know me." He stated gruffly, narrowing his eyes at her. What was she really doing here?

Hearing the roughness in his voice and his words, Anzu's eyes widened and quickly slipped back. How did she not see it before? Ryou was never Ryou. He was always Bakura. She hugged her arms, timidly looking at him. "Bakura, I should have known it was you."

Bakura rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Were you actually expecting someone else?" Anzu glared at his meanness. He was always such a jerk to her. Though she wanted to snap a comeback at him, she didn't want him to strand her alone. So she bit her tongue and ignored his remarks.

"So, Bakura, what exactly are you doing here?"

He turned away from her, "I could ask you the same question. What could you possibly accomplish by being here? You do know that your precious pharaoh friend isn't here to come save you."

Anzu's eyes hardened and softened at the same time, making Bakura reread her emotions. He was usually good at that, he could tell what people were thinking by the small little hints they gave away. However, at this moment, he couldn't really get a clear reading. A mixture of annoyance and sadness, maybe?

"I know he's not here. That psycho Marik took care of that…" Anzu looked away; she didn't want him to see her get so upset. She was afraid that he'd use it against her or something. Anzu never did trust Bakura. As far as she was concerned, he was just as evil as Marik. Though, in the middle of the desert, she wouldn't care if she was with the devil. At least it was somebody.

"You didn't answer my question." He snapped, crossing his slim arms. Though he was in Ryou's body, Bakura always seemed…stronger somehow. Anzu blinked uneasily, feeling slightly intimidated by him. He really wanted her to answer?

"I…" She began and then gave him a look of suspicion. "You're not working with Marik, are you?"

Bakura chuckled at her darkly. "Do I look like the person who would associate myself with him? As far as I'm concerned, he's not my ally. Not when he keeps the Millennium Items so close to him." He eyed her slightly; it was his turn to be suspicious. "I bet you're really here for revenge or something of the sort, am I right?"

"What? No! What would makes you figure that?" She was surprised that he came to the assumption so quickly. Was it written on her forehead or something? She growled at him, what business did he have to spy on her anyway? "For your information, I'm here to get someone. We are here to get back Kaiba."

He wasn't amused by her answer. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. Dismissing her, he spoke to her coldly. "Well good luck with that." He stated and turned on his heel. He started to walk away when he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. Irritated, he looked back at her. "What?"

Anzu was glaring at him; those glittering blue eyes were sharply aiming daggers at him. If today was better, he may just laugh at her. Instead, his agitation grew deeper. "You were about you leave," She warned, as if she waved her finger in face in shame. He scoffed at her. She ignored him and continued. "Where are you going?"

"None of your business." He stated coldly and turned to walk again. Anzu wasn't done with him and grabbed his shirt again, tugging on it harder.

"Well, where ever you are going, take me with you. I don't want to be alone in this desert. I'll die out here."

"Well good riddance then." He hissed, his words full of grotesque venom. Anzu couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even after all these years, even with Yami out of the way, Bakura was still ruthless. Now she was angry. She didn't nothing to him, even treated him nicely, and he still pushed her away. To Anzu, Bakura wasn't going to push her back anymore. She was going to follow him whether he liked it or not.

"Listen you," She stated, pulling herself in front of him. "I've had enough of your anti-social issues. I don't care if you hate me or not but you will help me."

"Oh?" Bakura's eyebrow rose, sensing a challenge coming along. "You're amusing. You really think that I'm going to help you?"

Anzu nodded, such fiery determination rising up from the ashes. "Yes, yes you will."

"And what, pray tell, makes you think that?"

Anzu placed her hands on her hips, staring up at him daringly. "You're going to help me get to Marik's stupid city or I will annoy you forever." She shot him a look. "And you know that I can, Bakura."

Bakura stared at her, contemplating her challenge. Surely he had much bigger threats than that but the thought of her pestering him forever nagged at him. If anything, she would only slow him down and couldn't have that. It was only a matter of time before Marik retaliated and Bakura's plan would ultimately backfire. He didn't have time to escort her but when her finger poked him in the chest, demanding a response, that's when he snapped. "Fine!" Bakura yelled and stomped off, nostrils flaring. Anzu smiled, happy that something hadn't changed. He was definitely still a temperamental type of guy. "Just be quiet and stay close to me." He growled, this was going to be a long and bumpy night.

A/N: so, I have to tell you guys, I'm thinking about making this a vexshipping story. I realized halfway through that Anzu needed a love interest and it can't be Marik since I highly doubt that Anzu would like him after killing off her friends like that. But, I would like to know what you guys think about Anzu and Bakura. And don't worry, there will definitely be some "hints" of Marik x Anzu. Anyway, you can leave it in a review or pm if you want.

Seriously though, let me know if you like vexshipping or not.