Lyn's green eyes were wide, her jaw slack, and she had stood up so fast that the bowl of chips that had been in her lap had scattered all over the floor, but she didn't seem to notice.

"I'M WHAT!?" she demanded again when Reneey didn't answer immediately.

"You're Yami's daughter, Bakura told me."

"What's wrong!?" several voices demanded as the gang rushed in.

"Wait.. YAMI'S DAUGHTER!?" Yugi exclaimed, having heard that part.

"Who's Yami?" Tea asked.

"Uh -- er -- nobody," Lyn said suddenly. "We were -- er -- discussing a -- a book series -- Bakura's read the latest one but we haven't, and -- yeah --"

"Yeah," Reneey agreed.

"Where is Bakura?" Tristan asked, looking around.

"Okay, we're fine, everybody out! Except you, Yugi." Nobody moved, and Reneey shouted this time: GET YA FUCKING ASSES OUT!"

This time they left, and Reneey turned to Yugi. "Um. Yugi.. here, let Yami out."

"Why?"

"Just 'cause!"

Yami came out then. "What's wrong?"

"Um, yeah," Reneey said slowly. "Yami Bakura, he kinda -- said something..."

"What?"

"That I'm your daughter!" Lyn whispered, still looking rather like she had no idea what was going on anymore.

Yami went wide-eyed. "W-wh-what!?"

Lyn's eyes widened emphatically as she hissed, "BE QUIET! They're already suspicious, they heard me yelling when Reneey told me!"

"Okay, but -- I don't understand," Yami whispered, then he looked at Reneey.

"Yami Bakura, who turns out to be my dad, said that Lyn is ya daughter, apparently from back when ya and him were alive. You had a daughter and he had a daughter, so anyway, they were best friends, but Bakura -- or Thief King Bakura -- didn't like that, so the girls ran away, got killed, and somehow we're them!"

Reneey grinned and said, "So I'll leave for the father-daughter moment!" and disappeared through the tent flap.

Lyn blinked and looked at Yami. "You have no clue what she just said, do you?"

"No, but I don't get it.. I mean, I always felt I had to know somebody, just this thing tickling in my mind.. I thought it was Yugi." He paused and whispered, "But.. I don't get it..."

"Yeah, well, join the club," Lyn muttered darkly, letting her gaze rove randomly around the inside of the tent as her right hand caught in her thick, dark hair.

Suddenly she looked back at Yami again. "But -- but it could be a lie, right? I mean, I know Reneey -- she wouldn't lie to me -- but Bakura, he's a -- well, he's a lot of things, and none of them are good."

"But, Lyn, when I met you, I felt this.. this connection to you... I just felt the need to protect you, and it's different from when I'm protecting my friends." He looked at her and went on, "I don't know, Bakura -- the Bakura I know wouldn't lie.. but the alter ago.. I don't know..."

He stopped to see if Lyn had anything to say, and she apparently took this as her cue to remember that she had just made a mess of the inside of the tent by spilling a whole bowl of chips and knelt down to gather them up. Or maybe it was just that she wanted something to do with her hands while she was thinking.

"I -- I don't know what to think anymore," she said faintly as she put a handful of chips back into the bowl. "I'm probably just.. just grasping at straws.. but it's hard to believe, I mean --" she stood up suddenly, spilling the chips all over again. "I have a family, though! I look like my mother, I have my grandfather's eyes, I --" Suddenly her voice faltered and she averted her gaze.

"I don't know either, Lyn, but..." He paused and put a hand on her shoulder. "Lie or not, I'm always here if you need anything."

Suddenly he pulled her into a hug. It was quite weird, at the moment, but in a way it just.. seemed right. Lyn didn't know what to think or say or do, so she just stood there and tried not to seem too uncomfortable.

Then Yami left, and Reneey came back in, grinning. "Soo, how'd it go?"

Lyn just glared and threw a shoe at Reneey's head.