We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot!

Oh, we're half way there
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer!

~Bon Jovi , Livin' on a Prayer

I drove along in my midnight blue sports car to the hair salon, singing along very loudly (and out of tune) to Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer, whilst ignoring the strange looks from the old couple in the car next to me. It's just one of those songs you have to sing along with. I parked up and walked in to the hair salon.

" Hey Spike." I greeted my stylist cheerily,the bell above the door ringing as I walked in. Spike had always died my hair ever since I was about 14. Spike was a nickname because of his hair was gelled in to long black spikes, funnily enough and now I came to think of it I didn't even know his real name.

" Hiya Rhys long time no see, hows my favourite customer been?" He asked guiding me over to a swivel chair.

"Busy I tell you. I'm so relieved to have a day to relax. And I'm only your favourite coz I tip bigger than anyone else." I joked as I sat down

" You break my heart girl," He said putting his hand to his heart and gasping,faking heart break ",suggesting that I'm only interested in the money in your pocket" I giggled at this.

He then set to work on my hair cutting, washing and blowing as we chatted and I read through out of date fashion magazines. Then as he was putting foils in my hair something on the small TV in the top corner of the room caught my eye. My brother on a talk show, talking about our duel by the looks of it.

" Oh my god," I thought out loud "Is that... no it can't be. Can it?" I said quietly in disbelief and now Spike was looking too.

" Isn't that your brother what's his name... Red." My Hair dresser said.

I couldn't quiet hear the TV over the noise of hair-dryers and mindless chatter going on in the salon so I stood up on my chair and yelled at the top of my lungs ringing through the salon "Could everyone shut the hell up for one minute!" Everyone went dead and starred at me as if I was completely insane. "Thank you." I then sat down back in my seat listening intently to the small screen.

"Who do you think will win this battle between you and your twin?" the beach blonde, unrealisticly pretty TV presenter asked my brother.

"Oh I'm gonna win alright and there is nothing that's going to stop me and especially not Rhys." He replied. A shadow of evil still covered his face, his eyes serious and dark whereas before they had been bright and full of laughter. It was strange to me that nobody else noticed that he was any different. Red had so many fans, admirers and haters from his duelling career that it seemed incredible to me that not a single one of them could see that he had become possessed by some kind of evil spirit. But after all we are twins so if anyone were to notice it should be me.

"You seem confident. And why do you think that your sister refused to be interviewed at all despite the fact that that this is the most widely anticipated duel for such a long time?" The blonde woman grinned

" She is scared that she will lose as she inevitably will. I think that she is afraid that she will be publicly humiliated after all everyone knows Rhys is an awful duellist. It's not like she had ever done anything really just stayed at home and school and prated about most of the time." he lied although fair enough I did prat about at school it wasn't like I never did anything.

" What the hell?" I said out loud disgusted at these outrageous lies. I didn't do these stupid TV things because I had better things to do with my life.

"Is that right Kai? Although it does seem to be true that the odds of her winning are very slim and the bookies aren't even offering who's going to win as a bet as the odds of you winning are so great instead they are betting on how long the duel will last. And how long do you think it will last?" the presenter smiled

"Not long I can tell you that but I would hazard a guess at maybe 3 rounds at most." My twin answered confidently

"Wow you are confident today. Well that was Kai Kaiba remember to tune into his duel in 2 days and we'll be back right after the break." And it finished.

"Whoa. Your brother is seriously messed up kid." I fuzzily heard Spike say but I wasn't listening to much at this point

This was ridiculous I didn't know what I was going to do after all nobody else believed in me. She said it the chances of me winning are so slim that betting shops didn't even consider it. And 3 rounds what a joke they made me seem like some kinda pathetic heiress who had can't do anything by herself and has lived of her billionaire father all her life. I put my head in my hands the stress was getting me but I couldn't I had to go through with all this else I didn't stand a chance of getting Kaiba Corp or if Ishizu was right a chance of saving the world. I could sense the whole salon staring at me there unblinking eyes boring into the back of my head but I didn't care.

"Okay go back to your knitting ladies." Spike told the onlookers gesturing with his hands. One by one all the hairdressers and clients went back to there jobs. " You alright babe?" Spike asked concerned flicking his dyed black hair out of his eyes.

I wasn't gonna lie, it would have been easy just to "Yeah I'm fine, don't worry about me. I don't even care what that jerk says." to smile and wave my troubles aside like it was nothing, that it didn't matter. But instead I shook my head very slowly and solemnly. I had enough of pretending that everything was fine. Because I did care he was my god damn brother of course I cared I wasn't made of stone after all.

"Didn't think so" Spike agreed " Well let me finish your hair and maybe that will help."

"How will that help in anyway?" I exclaimed amused by the lack of helpfulness shown by my hair stylist

" I dunno helps me when I'm down." he shrugged and started back on my hair.

"Yeah that's because your so frikin vain." I laughed

"True." he smiled.