"Bakura! Bakura! Fluffy!"

Bakura looked up from where he was sitting in the backyard, arranging his deck. "What, Ryou?"

"Your phone's ringing."

Bakura took the phone from Ryou and said "Hello?"

"Hey 'Kura." Storm said.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"What are you doing?"

"Ugh, getting ready for my duel with Marik."

"When is that exactly?"

"Next week."

"Oh…speak of the devil, he's coming down the hallway! Wait one minute."

AT MARIK'S APARTMENT

Storm threw her phone down on her bed and pretended to read a book that was sitting by her bedside, knowing that Marik never knocked. Sure enough, he barged in and said "Who are you talking to?"

"No one."

"I heard you talking."

Storm sighed. "Ok, you caught me. I'm talking to my book."

"Talking to your book?"

"Yes."

Marik thought for a moment. "Ok. Just don't be too loud next time, ok?"

Storm nodded. "Ok, see you later, 'asta la pasta, au'revoire, ciao, peace out, BYE!" Storm shoved Marik out of her room, closed the door and picked up her phone.

"Sorry about that. Hey, Marik's not going to be around later, do you want to come over? I can help you practice."

"Sure. Melissa's coming over anyway, and Ryou is gonna be pissed if I'm still hanging around when she gets here."

"Ok. Come over at about three thirty, just to be safe."

"Ok. See you then."