Saturday Evening

Dramatics are usually something I spend time on. But today, I felt like I was playing a part, as an actress. As a writer becoming my characters is very important to me, but this had something wrong to it. I mean, we found Honda-san, and I kissed him on the cheek and cried in his arms. But when Yuugi was dueling to save him, I was the princess the whole time. Yuugi's enemy, with his bright blonde hair and green eyes... I blushed with the attentions he gave me. He'd said that he wouldn't duel until I was there, and he made me sit in a special seat, and while I was forced to, he was so nice. It was so desperately terrible, to see Honda standing behind him. That guy called him a sacrifice and said that by winning him in battle he could use his soul to restore me to my glory, and then I would remember everything.

All of my crying and screaming out didn't do anything, anything at all, to that man who called himself Adam, but would say nothing else about himself. He only talked about the princess the princess the princess. Honda-san spent the whole time trying to calm me down, but when he moved toward me as Yuugi's first monster was destroyed, I saw that his feet were chained to the ground.

"Let him go, let him go!" I shouted, standing up. "Please we didn't do anything to you, tell me what you want and I'll do it but let everyone go!"

"That's not the way it works." Yuugi's voice cut me to the bone. "Yama, if you really are a princess, then you have to believe in us. Just pretend, that I'm your magician and Jounouchi's your knight. This is almost the same as what Dartz did with the seal the first time. And I have less reason to let you down! He's not just your enemy, he's mine, for hurting my friends." Yuugi drew his next card. "Don't worry." As he looked to the center of the field where I sat, there was a smile on his face, and all of a sudden he was darker, and there was more hardness in his eyes, and he was Atemu. Not the Atemu from t.v., not the one Seto Kaiba searched for without understanding, but Atemu. And I think I really did have a vision.

Atemu was standing before me and he was looking at me, and then he said, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Set was staring at me with surprise in his eyes and he said, "You should have been my cousin's husband. I won't make a very good husband to you."

This was all wrong! I'm supposed to be the princess, not the queen, I suddenly thought, but then I had a shift in my sight, like I was shorter, suddenly.

"It seems you really are your grandmother's reincarnation," came a voice from behind. I looked to see the keeper of the Millinium Key. "Are you pleased with what you asked me to discover."

"Which one is me?" I gasped out in horror, and realized I'd said it out loud. Out loud, though, meant I was in the real world, and I slumped back in my seat, shivering and sweaty.

"What did you do to her?" I heard Yuugi ask Adam, but there was only laughter in return, no answers.

"Nothing at all. She's simply starting to remember her ancient past."

"What's in this for you?" With my hands around me and my face covered in sweaty black (so ugly, it felt like then, but I love my hair) I couldn't see Yuugi, but I understood what his face must look like, and I made myself sit up properly.

"I'm fine." I stated before Adam could answer.

"No, he has to talk!" Yuugi told me.

"Yeah, talk, you big bozo!" Jounouchi said, and that was when I realized Adam was speaking Japanese. I'd just been talking to him without thinking.

"Well, I'll take it then that you didn't read my letter. After all if you had, you wouldn't be asking such questions. It's your move, Yuugi Motou, so pick your card."

"Fine, I will!" I don't really remember much of what happened until it was over. Then Adam blew me a kiss and disappeared in smoke.

"The key's in the arm rest," came a musical laugh from the smoke, and then I ran to Honda with the large silver key. Ah, you know the rest.

It always surprises me, how muddled everything is until you try to sequence it on paper, and how clear-cut things become impossible to grasp as soon as you put your pen to the paper. But I'm not worried, so much, about that, as long as I can continue writing to you in some form or another. It seems important for the future, so that someday I'll be able to make sense of this all.

Today we all took a really long nap in the girls' room (the boy's room is being payed for fruitlessly), and then spent the whole evening at a karaoke bar (All the rage in Japan! it said on the glass front window), singing in bad English and worse Korean, as well as Japanese. It's after midnight, so I guess it's morning, and we fly at three.

Home, ah! How happy I am to see my parents again.

Ah, we never opened that letter, after all.