It was later than he had intended when he walked in the door. "You sure took your own sweet time getting groceries," remarked Isis, putting out glasses for them both. "What happened to coming home in time to set the table?"

"Um…I saw someone at the store…"

She shook her head. "Never mind. Just sit."

Monday at school seemed uneventful at first, but the Bakura changed that in a hurry. "Oy, Malik! What were you doing Saturday night?"

Malik blinked. "Um…I went to the store…"

"Anything else?"

"I had dinner at home…Isis was trying a new recipe." He grimaced, remembering.

"Were you at the park at all?"

"Maybe." Malik was suddenly cautious. "Why?"

"I knew it!" Bakura yelled loud enough to make the class turn. "I thought I saw you and your girlfriend at the park Saturday night!"

Whispers ran through the room. "Girlfriend? He's got a girlfriend? Since when? Who is it? He's turning red, that means Bakura's right… But he's never so much as shown any interest in any girl I heard of…"

"She's not my girlfriend," snapped Malik.

The whispers ceased.

Bakura was hardly fazed. "Then what were you two doing sitting under a tree at sunset? Did I see wrong? Was it not just the two of you?"

Malik's violet eyes went cold. "It was."

The whispers began afresh.

"But it was only because there was something we needed to discuss and no one else had exactly volunteered to come along."

"What? Relationship issues?" inquired Bakura with a smirk.

Malik said nothing. Bakura was right, but admitting so would make things even more complicated.

Bakura opened his mouth to make another comment, but the bell rang and the teacher walked into the room. Everyone took their seats and the lesson started. It turned out that they would be doing presentations on some historical event in pairs. The teacher read off the names and let them get started. Malik was relieved to find that he was to be with Yuugi and not Bakura.

Asenath was with Seto, but gave no reaction. No reaction, that is, until she saw him. Her heart jumped when she realized which face was his. It was his eyes that struck her. They were deep blue, a demon blue. Slowly, he rose and walked towards her. Something long, slender, and metal gleamed in his hand. She couldn't breathe. He raised the piece of metal. The dagger, she thought desperately.

She blinked and suddenly the world returned to normal. "I think this'll work for making the graph," he was saying. She blinked again. The piece of metal was a ruler, not a dagger.

Trying to brush off the effects of the sudden flashback, she nodded. "Yeah…yeah, okay…"