Chapter three is written in both Atemu and Bakura's POV (point of View)

Disclaimer: I do not OWN Yu Gi Oh, any of it's characters or Adam Young's (Owl City's) music! This is purely FANMADE! I also don't own a majority of the OC's in this fanfiction! I own Fae though...

Sorry I took a little longer to update guys, but I had my graduation exams, you know, the ones that if you fail you have to repeat the whole year of school? Yeah, those ones, so I thought that was a valid excuse.

Yami: Now Joey, we're ready to attack!

Joey: Don't worry Yugi I got your back!

Yami: Wait a second are we rhyming too?

Joey: Don't ask me I ain't got a clue...

Tea: I cannot stop staring at Yugi's Kaboos

Ryou: Everyone seems to have gone all rhymy

Tristan: Shut the hell up you stupid Limey!

EPIC!

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I don't really know how I get myself into these messes. I was perched on the lounge, my head in my hands, home alone-

'So what're we gonna do Atem? I called Mum, and because it's the school holidays now she's fine with me staying with you guys!'

Well, almost alone. I peered through a crack in between my fingers at her smiling, bright form, I have to hand it to her, she was always spontaneously happy for no good reason whatsoever. I gave her a sarcastic look, 'What are you suggesting?'

'Can we go out?'

'No.'

'But here's no fun...' She grinned, 'Unless you wanna talk about your love life! Then I'm fine with staying here!' She plomped down on the couch beside me, the whole thing practically jumped as she pulled on a strand of my hair, 'I saw you with this black-haired girl back at the gym, she was really pretty, is she your girlfriend?'

'No...'

'No?' Karin pouted, 'Did she reject you?'

'No... I don't think...'

'Don't think?' I could tell she felt concern welling up in her stomach as I looked down at my tanned hands, my eyes lowered and my mouth in a frown. If I didn't know any better, she either looked really thoughtful, or sympathetic. She turned to me, 'What happened? Do I get to cut someone?' She gestured at the blades on her wrists. She loved knives with a fiery obsession, and you couldn't really tell if they were real or not, or if they were sharpened, it's not like she's not a hostile person, she doesn't draw on random people and mug them, she just liked the look of them, so people assumed she was just cosplaying. She had no deal with that, she loves cosplaying!

I shook my head, and leaned my forehead on my hands, 'No, you can quit trying to be sympathetic to me, I don't want your pity.'

'Of course, proud as always. Okay so since you don't wanna talk about it, we should go out, take your mind off things!' She grinned wide, 'C'mon! You know you want to! We can go to the arcade!' I gave her an incredulous look,

'Are you kidding me?' I asked her seriously.

'No, I really think it'll be good for you,' she gave me a serious stare, and I stared back, half expecting her to suddenly burst in laughter and wave me off, grinning and claiming to be kidding, even though it would have to be the stupidest joke in the universe, but hey, this was Karin we're talking about, I certainly wouldn't put it past her.

So I waited, and we stared, unblinking at each other for a few silent minutes. I figured she wasn't joking, and I looked away from her milky jade eyes, and sighed slowly through my nose, a long, harsh hiss of air, before running a hand through my tri-coloured hair and murmuring, 'Alright, fine.'

She looked like I'd announced that I'd fed her C4. Her eyes popped wide open, and the colour drained from her face, she looked kind of funny, and if I wasn't in such a mess, I may have laughed at her. She gave me an open mouthed (WIDE open mouthed) smile and started jumping up and down, I knew this wasn't about me, but I said nothing, besides, part of me could see the logic in her words, a very small part granted, but it was a part.

'SCORE- I mean- Great?' She gave a sheepish, toothy glow and I ruffled her hair as I passed, making sure to avoid her goggles, if I touched them, she'd probably slice my hand clean off. I had the cover up in my car, the rain had decided to settle down again, but I didn't want to take any chances, as soon as I turned the ignition key, Karin had dominated the stereo, and was booming the song 'Cannibal' By 'Ke$ha.' It wasn't a favourite, I had nothing against her songs.

But she was kind of sleazy. And her voice was through a synthesizer, so it sounded more professional, but Karin's wasn't. Her voice was loud and off-key, and I tried to tune out to stop from cringing, and focused on the road, she was having fun, that was what this was about right? Putting aside life's problems and pretending that happiness was an achievable goal? When did I stop thinking happiness was achievable?

I knew that answer.

I gritted my teeth, 'IIIIIIIIIIII AMMMMM CAN-I-BAL!' Karin sung as she looked at me, grinning, 'Join in Atem!'

'I don't know the words,' I lied, that was my excuse, after all, how could you sing a song when you don't know the lyrics?

'NAW DUH!' She slurred, 'I. Am. Cannibal. Not that hard!'

She turned back to the song, 'I eat boys up

for breakfast and lunch

then when I'm thirsty

I drink their blood

carnivore, animal, I am a cannibal

I eat boys up

you better run!'

I ignored her request, she couldn't expect me to start being an idiot while driving. That was just foolish. The road was slippery, and the tires had a little less grip, it was a little tougher to stop at the lights, but I kept it safe, I braked awhile from the lights gradually.

The arcade was a sleek, black box bigger then most apartment blocks in the city, we sure do spend a lot of money on leisure activities and games... It wasn't so crowded since it's grand opening was three years ago, it was hot shot when it first opened, now, it's subtle. There was plenty of parking, so that wasn't any trouble.

I switched off in the middle of a song Karin was singing, she trailed off, and gave me a pouty look, 'I was enjoying that...'

'I enjoyed ending it.' I gave her a simple smile, before vacating the car before she could grab my hair. She jumped out, forgetting my snide remark and looking at the neon doorway, purple and blue neon cords curling around golden light bulbs.

The two of us entered under this doorway, where the symbol for the arcade was sitting just inside, a statue of a wolf with glowering green eyes and golden fur, but there was a toothy grin on it's face, similar to a crocodile smile.

There were neon cords of cyan and magenta in checkers in the ground that shimmered and shone. And the sounds of the boisterous arcade bleeped and bobbled in my head as I found I couldn't look at anything for too long, it was pretty full on. This is probably Karin's vision of heaven.

She had the reflecting lights in her eyes as she scambled over to a basketball shooting game and pointed to me, challenging in a firm voice, 'I could beat you at this game! I bet!' I gave her a warning look. 'Are you sure you want to go there?'

'I was born there!' She flapped her arms around like a chicken, 'C'mon little chicken! Cluck cluck cluck!' I found I was narrowing my eyes at her, so I approached my end of the game so I could verse her in the game. I plucked a coin for her and one for me and we set it up.

The music started playing the fake commentator announced the timer had started, and four basket balls rolled within grasp. Karin snatched up the first one and got it in the hoop. I'd picked up mine, looked at the hoop and chucked it in easily. Karin was moving really fast, but she missed a lot, every one of mine scored.

Soon there was five seconds left. And I was on 32, and she was on 27. I scored three more, while Karin nearly got the ball to bounce back into her face on her last shot. the announcer boomed, 'Times Up! Player 2 is the winner!'

I leaned victoriously on the machine, giving Karin a raised eyebrow as she scowled at me and jabbed out her palm, 'Again!' Motioning for another coin.

I think we were there for a little over two hours, Karin pulling me from game to game, from shooting games to games of luck, to games of reflex. I won all of them, and Karin was so determined to beat me she just kept moving to the next one. There was even a game with a mechanical racing horse, where you had to use your legs to make the horse move and hold onto the reins. I was really good at it, I think maybe in one life, I was a horse rider.

We were about to move to another game when Karin suddenly stopped dragging me and pulled me behind a vending machine. I gave her a confused, quiet look as she peeked around, then grinned and pointed, whispering to me, 'I just saw Yami and Tea! they were holding hands!'

'We were too,' I apathetically answered, I wasn't surprised Tea and Yami were here, is Karin came over more often, she'd know that Yami and Tea come here all the time, Tea loved the DDR machine and dominated it. Yami came because he liked playing games, he got bored easily. I knew the feeling, but then again, I'm glad Karin's not around often enough to know this.

'That was me pulling your hand,' her expression fell slightly at my lack of enthusiasm at her little game. 'And they had both hands palm-to-palm!'

'Probably a dance move.'

She leaned on the machine with a huff, 'Tea stepped up to him, and then tugged him into the photo-booth, to do what I wonder?'

I gave her an irritated glance, 'To take photos.' And she whacked my forehead, 'You're so dull and ignorant!'

'Maybe that's why I don't know why she left.' I answered, straightening, insulted, and crossing my arms, 'I think this little excursion is over.' I turned around, intent of striding straight out of the arcade, when I nearly walked right into someone who stood in my path rudely, looking at me with shaded eyes. His hair was sleek and black, wavy and pulled back, sunglasses covered his eyes, and he had a Zorro mustache, he was a stubby man, he didn't reach my shoulders, and he was round, with a black berry glued to his ear and a stern expression on his face and a black suit.

It made me wonder what a pompous thing like him was doing in a playful arcade? Karin scooted around me with a bratty expression on her face to see why I'd stopped as the man evaluated me up and down slowly. Then he gave me a girlish wave, 'You!' He pointed, straight at me, and I blinked back at his dramatic stance. 'You're perfect!'

Okay, that was a little weird, I had girls calling me perfect all the time, I mean the more adventurous ones would actually say this to my face, I was kind of disturbed that I was perfect to this older man. I quirked an eyebrow and tilted my head a tiny bit to ask in my normal, deep tone, 'I beg your pardon?'

I pulled my pillow over my head with a vocal grumble. 'Shut uuuuuup.' I moaned gruffly, I've been trying to sleep since Akefia woke me up about an hour ago, but Akefia and his play toy have been making non-stop noise the whole time. I didn't know what they were doing, but they could at least be quiet and considerate about it, I mean, I would've done the same! Probably...

I hurtled the pillow across the room in defeat, obviously I wasn't getting any sleep, and flipped my legs off the bed, stretching my back and bending myself backwards to stretch my arms and shoulders too before slumping over on my knees, rubbing my hair out of my eyes. I hated getting up in the morning, sometimes I wished I'd just slip into a coma and be over with it, so I could sleep for months, or years if I was lucky.

I stood up, my legs were a little numb from the heavy blankets I'd been under, so I stood there blankly to let the blood circulation catch up. I'd given up brushing my hair ages ago, when I was washing it I used a comb, that was about it.

I wouldn't be surprised if Ryou actually used conditioner in his, he's such a feminine bugger. Speaking of Ryou, I frowned as I remembered he didn't come home last night. Since Akefia and I became his parental guardians, Ryou never left the house for days at a time, especially overnight. I picked up my white and blue striped t-shirt and slipped into it, it wasn't tight, tight shirts were irritating, something Malik and his crazy brother would wear. I liked my t-shirt and jeans.

After changing and getting my shoes on, I opened my door and stormed over to Akefia's door, and punched it as I passed. I heard Asami scream a little in fright and smirked to myself, oh how I loved the spiteful moments to get you through the day. As I knew he would, Akefia flung opem his door, to see me walking away innocently, 'Bakura!' He snarled.

I turned to him, 'Morning,' I smiled, before he could so much as verbally abuse me I asked, 'Seen Ryou?' And he immediately forgot about me.

His angry expression died down to a blank frown, and I wanted to scowl as Asami paddled out, a curious expression on her face, she touched Akefia's arm very slightly, but I could see the possessiveness and longing in her touch. It made me nauseous. Her name reminded me of Salami...

'No, have you?' He answered and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye with a sour expression, 'No. And knowing that girly thing, he'll be kidnapped and raped if we don't find him, trouble always stalks that kid.'

Akefia knew this as well as I did. Asami looked worried, 'I could help search, where would he go?'

He hadn't run away many times in Domino City, usually back in our London farm house. He'd follow the high way until he passed out. But here, there were very limited places he would go. 'The warehouse?' I suggested in an undertone to Akefia, who gave a thoughtful look in return, and then ran a hand through his hair, 'But why? He only runs away when something happens here that scares him, we haven't had any fights or anything...'

Grimly, I couldn't help but agree with him on that one, I looked at Asami again, and then a thought hit me as I opened my mouth to voice my idea, 'That girl he met? Maybe he's with her?'

'The Fairy girl?' Akefia quirked an eyebrow, 'Isn't Ryou a little inexperienced for that?'

Asami rolled her eyes, 'They could be hanging out as friends too you know.' She crossed her arms and I looked away from her, turning, 'So any idea where she lives?'

Asami shrugged, 'What does she look like?'

Akefia held up a hand, 'About this high, light blond hair, typical albino figure, pink eyes, white lashes and all.' Surprisingly, I saw Asami's eyes light up a little, like a light bulb had gone off in her head, 'Oh, it sounds like my neighbor's granddaughter.' She smiled at being of use, and Akefia ruffled her hair, wiping the smile away as he chuckled, 'Just like old times Asami, are you ready for another mission?'

I scowled, 'She's not coming anywhere, just because she's your sex toy, it doesn't mean she is important enough, or trustworthy enough to be part of this,' I gritted my teeth and Asami's expression turned cross, Akefia beat her to it, his hand clasped around the collar of my shirt and he pushed me against the wall, I didn't show any visible shock, this was Akefia's usual reaction when I piss him off.

He didn't have anything to say to me, just glared at me threateningly, I snapped my hand over his, and twisted his hand so he was forced to let go, I didn't hold him as I could have and sent him to his knees, no, I let him go, my eyes never leaving him. I turned my back to him and Asami spoke, a confident strung, 'I know the way, you need me.' She approached me, and her eyes fastened on mine, I was still taller, and more threatening then her, but she didn't back down, 'Look, I'm not a sex toy,' she narrowed her eyes, 'Akefia and I go way back, and I don't care what you think of me, but I am useful when it comes to these sorts of things.'

There was a light in her eyes as she told both of us now, angling her body so she addressed us both, 'It's an easy walk from here, but if we jog, we could cut fifteen down to six minutes. If you two are in shape enough that is,' she smiled a little.

I gave her a stupid look, I bet I could probably run twice as fast and far as she could, it was just logic. Akefia strode past me, and his white hair buffeted my face as he passed me, I snuffled and glared at him as he smirked. I grumbled inaudible, colorful curses under my breath as I followed them. Well Salami was right about one thing, it was a quick six minute jog, and like I knew we would, we could easily keep up with her long, calm strides, and soon we found ourselves outside a house that looked like it belonged in a suburb, not a city, it was square and almost quaint, with a chimney and a flower garden in front of it. It wasn't squished between two buildings like ours was, and I'm pretty sure a woman owned this place.

Akefia dropped a hand on Asami's shoulder and ordered her, 'Stay here.' She nodded trustingly, and I rolled my eyes as the two of us crossed the yard, and Akefia rapped on the door a few impatient times. We stood there, I looked absently at the front window, and the door opened a little.

An old bat was there, dressed in a magenta and purple kimono with silver dragon patterns stitched into it. Her white hair was scooped up in a bun with a golden clip with a red flower on it, and her eyes were murky, washed out purple.

She gave us an odd look, 'Can I help you?' She asked us in a weary tone, blinking her dark lashes and her grip on the door slightly tightened with her long, aged fingers. Akefia didn't say anything, but he'd opened his mouth as he looked her in the eyes, 'I know you.' He stated.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, 'Another one night stand?' I snidely remarked.

Both of them ignored me completely. The woman's eyes narrowed as she figured out who Akefia was, then her expression loosened, and in a swift movement, tried to slam the door. Not quick enough though, Akefia's hand snapped out and held it open, 'Let me in old lady, or I'll just break in.'

'What do you want scoundrel?' Her voice was strong and harsh now. I wondered what it was that happened to cause them to have such flaming hate for each other. I leaned on the wall to speculate the scene before me comfortably, they weren't listening to me afterall.

'I want to speak to your granddaughter,' Akefia droned, cracking the door open from her grasp as she blocked the doorway with her body, 'Forget it.' I peered over her shoulder when I heard a familiar voice chirp, 'Hey grams, who's at the door?'

The albino girl was standing in the hallway, a toothbrush in her hand, her hair was wet, it was obvious she'd just got out of the shower. She recognized us, I saw the flash in her eyes as they widened, 'Bakura, Akefia.' She remembered our names, not that we could say the same for her.

She tottered forward, 'Grams, they're just Ryou's older brothers, it's okay.' The old lady shot an unrecognisable look over her shoulder at the girl, murmuring, 'Faye, go to your room.' Oh yeah, that was her name.

Faye disobeyed, she walked forward, slipping past the protective wall that was her Grandma, who's hands took her shoulders protectively. Her eyes were curious, 'What's up?' I guess no one could make her feel shy and timid in her own home. Akefia gave her a blank look, 'Ryou needs to come home.'

Faye blinked, confused for a second, and then replied, 'I... Ryou's not here.'

I felt a brick fall in my stomach. Akefia's expression remained indifferent, but I knew he felt it too, that scratched the idea that Ryou was somewhere safe and sound. 'Have you seen him?' Akefia's tone was losing control, I could see his fists clenching. Faye looked worried, she clasped her hands together and stepped closer, 'School yesterday, he walked me home...' She frowned, 'Is he in trouble?'

Akefia didn't answer, he looked to her grandma again. 'Where is he? I know you're connected to Mary-Alice.'

Faye's eyes widened and she looked at the old lady, who responded, 'She was an associate of mine, she bought egyptian items from me years ago. I haven't heard from her in eight years. Now get off my property.'

Akefia planned on doing just that, but Faye squeaked, 'Wait! I want to help!'

She grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and I resisted the urge to flinch, I hadn't been grabbed like that for a long time, and I looked at her as she begged me with her eyes, 'If Ryou's hurt, it'd be my fault, please let me help!' She looked like she might cry.

There was something about her, I couldn't quite pinpoint it, but the shape and size of her eyes, it was a little like Amane's, but that wasn't all, there was something else familiar about her. 'Whatever.' I grabbed her arm and tugged her down the doorsteps. Her grandma had objection in her words, but Faye called back, 'I'll be fine Grams.'

When we'd reached Asami, and started off, Faye whispered to me, 'What do you know about Mary-Alice?' And her eyes looked eager.

I answered in a mutter, 'Not much, ask Akefia.'

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NJPickleFiend: lol Mary-Alice is a scary opponent ;) I don't think I could stand up to her, and I KNOW her weaknesses! lol wait and see! I'm aiming to make Mary-Alice typically evil, but at the same time, interesting and mysterious :) Godric is my character lol, he's one of my favourite OC's, he's very easy to relate too, he's in a bad place, and doesn't know how to get out, and is being used and manipulated. I know, I feel really bad for kaiba, maybe Leena can kiss his booboo's better :D Thank you!

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