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Saraha: Wow chapter 23...
Seto:It's a shame that you've made people suffer through 23 chapters of this stuff.
Saraha:*Glare* Hey, they say they like it!
Seto:*shrugs* Ether there lying or they need to lay off the sugar... among other things...
Saraha:*vainpoping* Are you calling my reviewers druggies!?!?
Seto:*Thinks about it* Yes.
*This scene is seen as too violent to be shown*
-afterwords-
Seto:X_X Ow...
Saraha: Asshole.
*Yami walks in with a sleeping Yugi in his arms*
Yami: Hey writer person!
Saraha: Me? *sees Yugi* Kawaii!
Yami:OO;; um yes er.. *sees Seto* What did you do to him???
Saraha:*shugs* He was being mean to my reviewers.
Yami: Right... *runs with Yuugi out of the room*
Saraha: Ack! I scared away the bishies! Hey come back!! I got the reviewer presents!!!
*The room is suddenly filled with bishies of all sorts and all types*
Saraha:Erm, sorry Yugioh bishies only.
*The room emptys except for Ryou, Bakura, Yugi, Yami, and a beaten up Seto*
Saraha:Wow, that worked well.
Yugi:*puppy dog eyes* Presents???
Saraha:OO;;; ahhh! So... Kawaii... so very Kawaii... must resist...
Yami:Wow, she's lasting longer than I've seen anyone do in a while.
Bakura:Well I'll fix that, I want my presents! *shoves Ryou forward*
Ryou:*puppy dog eyes* Please?
Saraha: Ack Kawaii overload! *faints*
Yami:Yes we can get presents now!
*The large stack of presents is well, ransacked XD*
-10 min later-
*Saraha and Seto have both woken up. Seto is sitting with a large lump on his head dark blue silk PJs and trench coat on,
reading 'How to Beat your Rival at anything'. A new book (that which he keeps piccies in) sits
next to him, his first issue of Playboy carefully hidden under it (XD). Yugi is on one of many
couchs with his Yami plushie and a new teddy bear in his lap, the Yami plushie holds exodia
cards in his hands (like that one on ufocatcher.com ^.^). Yugi is wearing fleece pjs with chibi
duel monsters on them (kawaii!!!!) while sipping a mug of hot chocolate. Yami is sitting next to his
light a neatly folded leather outfit and cloak sitting next to him while he at the moment wears black silk PJ
pants with a 'Bite Me' shirt. His own plushie, a kawaii lil Yugi sits on his lap, a shiny new millenium
puzzle around the dolls neck. He's apsently stroking the doll (O.o I wonder where? I'm such a hentai!).
Bakura is sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by many Ryou plushies. He's wearing black fleece
PJ pants with a T-shirt that says 'I'm so cool'. His favorite Ryou plushie is sitting on his lap, it wears a
millenium ring around its neck. He's still wearing the collar now with matching spiked braclets. He's laughing
evilly as he makes the Bakura plushie he borrowed from Ryou hold all the mini millenium items. Nearby,
watching him is Ryou who is looking super kawaii in light blue fleece pjs. He sweatdrops as he watches
his darker half, his extra Yami bakura plushies scattered in his lap, an empty mug sits next to him.
Saraha, has just slid to sit next to Ryou, shes wearing her own pjs, light purple fleece pants with chibi
Ryou's and Yami Bakura's all over it (wish I really had these) and her cat ears head band; her shirt is a baggy
black T-shirt with 'I'm not antisocial, I just don't like you' written in white lettering on it.
She's hugging a seto plushie like mad while munching a cookie. She pushs the last two packages to Ryou.*

Saraha: -And these two are for you Ryou-chan!
Ryou:*opens the first, white roses fall into his lap and he blushes* Wow roses for me? *reads tag* Thank you
so much Saturn! *a vase of water appears next to him, the roses are placed in it* There so pretty!
Saraha:*holds out the last of the packages to Ryou. It appears to be a carrying case of some sort, like
one an animal would be held in...* This is from star, wonder what it is...
Ryou:*clicks the latch open and something fuzzy and black bolts from it, clinging to Yami Bakura*
Bakura:*freaking out* Ahhhh! Get it off getitoffgetitoff!!!
Saraha:*moves forward and prys what now appears to be a kitten from Bakura's shoulder. She hands it to Ryou*
Bakura your such a wimp!
Ryou:*holds kitten, the kitten's large purple eyes blink up at Ryou for a moment before it curls up on his
lap and falls asleep* It's so cute! I wonder what I should name it..
Bakura:Name it!?!?! We can't keep it!!!
Ryou:Why not?
Bakura:...Because!
Ryou:That's not a good reason Yami!
Bakura:Well, you just can't!
Ryou:*big puppy dog eyes*
Bakura:Ack! Ok ok! Just stop it!
Ryou:*glomps Bakura* Ah Thank you Yami!
Saraha:Kawaii!!!!
Ryou:*Blushes*
Kitten:*blinks sleeply* Meow?
--Thanks to Shadow-Fox, Naomi, Saturn, Lady Eos, Asian Angel 12, and star for the gifts.-


Saraha:Oh yeesh, story warnings like never seen here before. Lets see, warnings for
languge, violence, gore, yaoi, and sexual content (not discriptive at all). I had to
up the rating to R because well, I probally should have a while back. Anyway
we countiue kawaii little Aku's story now ok? Enjoy.



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Even in my sleep I felt myself struggle to wake from the haunting images
I had somehow gotten into my mind. I found myself calling out in my sleep for
someone to stop it, yet no one came. Images appeared again.

Egypt, Ra had set only a few hours before; it was now becoming cool
and those who were up to no good came out. Most tended to be tall
moculed men who hung around the taverns and in alleys, waiting for
the right moment to jump someone. The few women that were still out
were those who worked in the taverns, pretty little girls the large
men tended to mess around with or the very scarce women who could
defend themselves well, they were those that the men avoided.
However this is not about these women nor a majority of the men.
On one of the darkened market streets void of the usual shoppers
a figure walked quite silently with a seeming determined path.
The figure was slender for sure, the clothing they wore clung to
there figure making them look quite seductive to the drunken fools
that tended to wander this late at night. The figure wore several
thin layers of cloth, all cool sand or brown shades; a sand colored
hood was pulled so you couldn't see the face of the person at all.
The one thing for sure was the figure was small, a young teen or
older child for sure. Why would a child be out this late?
As the figure walked past one side street a large arm snaked its way
around it's waist pulling said person into the dark alley.
"Well, well, boys what do you think we have here?"
The large man slammed the small human against the wall of the building
next to them causing the hood to fall off and revile the delicate
features of the teen. Large soft brown eyes blink at the men in
seeming surprise, while tiny mouth lay open in an o of shock; pale
creamy white skin seemed to shine even in the dusk hours of the night.
The most startling thing about the captive was though the pure white
hair that trailed down the shoulders in spiky locks.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?"
Another tall man said with a sadistic grin reaching forward to cup
the smaller's chin.
"I'm afraid you've stepped into are territory sweety and there's a fine
to pass through here."
The small captive seemed frightened of the men.
"Oh dear, I'm-I'm sorry but, I have no money."
The man's grin if possible grew bigger as his three companions closed
around there prey even closer.
"Well then, we'll just have to have something else as payment then."
The man that held the small teen ripped the front of the robe
to reveal the equally slender yet flat chest of a boy.
The earthy brown eyes narrowed suddenly as the man for a split second
gaped in surprise at his captive before a bloodcurdling scream came from
his throat and he fell to the dust covered ground. The three other
thugs looked from there leader's blood covered body to where now stood
a pale boy with a blood covered dagger, glints of silver showing
through the deep crimson on the blade while pure ebony colored metal
was griped by the teen. His eyes were emotionless; the smile was cold
and ruthless.
"Who's next?"

Minutes later the small teen walked out of the alley. His long robes
had been discarded after they were ripped and he now wore the knee
length brown pants and the off white shirt that were his normal clothes
along with the sandy cloak he wore no matter what. A small bag that
jingled with the sound of metal against metal was tied to his belt
while he carefully cleaned his silver blade with a scrap of cloth.
"Idiots, never knew what hit'um."
He located the hood of his cloak and pulled it over white locks
carefully hiding them from view. With a bitter smile he tucked
his now clean dagger into his belt. He continued his walk down the
market street.


"What do you mean?"
The hooded figure growled softly at the jeweler before him. She was a
thickly built women with a grimly set face; she held the gold earrings
in front of her dark eyes.
"There not pure gold, boy. I'll give you a couple copper for um."
The boy grumbled, he'd actually taken the time to remove the blasted
things from the gang leader the night before only to be able to
get enough money for a piece of fruit maybe. They were of course worth
more than that but, he wasn't going to get anyone to admit it.
"Fine hand them over."
The women looked pleased with herself as she scooped two tiny copper
coin from her pouch and thrust them at the teen that always came by.
"You shouldn't expect so much when you come boy. Stolen jewelry won't
be bought by just anyone ya know."
He snatch up the money and turned to leave.
"You buy it fast enough though old hag. See ya."
The women grumbled back as the boy left, placing the just bought
earrings onto her sales table. A man stopped to look at the table.
"How much?"
"The earrings? three silver."

Who was this person that I watched in my visions? The answer was clear.
Yami.
How though? I could see and hear everything he knew. It frightened
me, I knew something bad was going to happen and soon.
"..Aku.."
Back into the land of dreams I fell.


Osiris help him, what a horrible day!
The teen stumbled along the dusty path growling and muttering to
himself. Why were the Gods so against him? They always had been though
for as long as he could remember. Slowly they destroyed everything that
made him happy, he stayed alive yet miserable. He didn't really know
why he still referred to the Gods by there names though, probably
because of Sunqui's insistence that he did so. He felt a pang of
sadness in his chest. How long had it been since he left the smaller
city south of this capital? A little over two years, he was now
thirteen. Well, thirteen and seven months if he wanted to be exact.
He had buried Sunqui's remains in the strip of desert where he had
been taught to fight; it seemed appropriate to do. He'd even offered
up prayers to the Gods his mentor had been so dedicated to; he of course
only did that in the great man's memory. The man that had been stolen
from the world, all his wisdom lost like a grain of sand in the wind.
The teen began to pull himself automatically over the wall nearby,
scaling the tall walls in little time. He slide down the other side
and blinked in surprise.
Where was he?
He'd done this before of course, began to wander around without any
sense of direction. It was the worst thing that a homeless teen could
do. He looked around the area he was in; it was beautiful. Flowers of
all sorts and colors cover a large portion of the ground while large
statues were placed in a pattern around a fountain that sat in the
middle. It was a garden. The brown-eyed teen slide against the wall
and to the ground staring at the glorious site before him. Everything
was so green and lush here; he'd never seen anything like it!
"Oh my lady, Princess Anzua! Please shouldn't we get back inside?"
A light female voice called back to the first.
"I only want to sit out here a few minutes. Surely that is not a
problem."
The boy froze in horror. Princess? He was near the palace?
"Very well my lady, I suppose you will be safe in the gardens."
The sound of rustling robes and flowers.
"Of course Kynd! It's not like someone's going to suddenly appear out
of nowhere."
At that moment a girl with brown hair and blue eyes came into view
of the teenage boy, Princess Anzua. The girl wore a long white silk
gown and golden sandals; she stared at him for a good five seconds
before letting loose a high pitched shriek. He panicked. The sound
of many heavy footsteps was heard and the boy's training clicked into
his mind; when outnumbered it may be bested to run. A large group
of palace guards against a teenage boy with a dagger? Yeah, running
would be good. They were too close though, he'd be caught for sure.
He wouldn't let them get his treasure though. The princess had ran
back towards where the first voice had sounded and no one had gotten
to him yet; he was still hidden by the tall plants. He ripped the
clasp of his cloak off quickly and began to roll the cloth tightly;
he pulled the dagger off his belt and placed it in the folds with
a quick caress before wrapping the cloak around it. Now where to hide
his treasure? The choice was quite obvious to him for some reason.
Moving an arrangement of rocks slightly he pushed the wrapped dagger
under it. Now what? Wait for them to find him? If he climbed the
wall now they'd shot him down for sure; the thought of an arrow through
his gut wasn't a pleasant thought to him.
"Stand up you piece of scum!"
Well, looks like the choice was made for him. He lifted his arms so
that they could see he held no weapons and slid to his feet.
He kept his head down so they couldn't see his face. He could here
many including the lady's gasp at his appearance; his pale complexion
and white hair was something he'd never seen anyone else in the world
with. A few of the men approached him and one tilted his face up.
"He's just a child!"
"What in Ra's name..?"
"He's got no weapons."
"Look at that hair!"
"Could he be a demon?"
"Silence!"
All the guards who surrounded him stopped and turned. A man in long green
robes stood there watching. The men parted ways to let him through.
He was older then the rest with stringy gray hair and evil green eyes;
he carried a fancily carved wooden staff and a whip on his belt.
The man walked up to him smugly looking the boy over in a way that
made him his stomach churn. His mind screamed at him to move, to run,
to do anything except let this man come near him. He found he couldn't
move though. Two guards now held his shoulders against the wall. One
of them glanced at him with a look of pity in his eyes that made the
small teen feel even more sick. If the guards feared this man so then
what would become of him? The frightening man smiled and touched a greasy
hand to his forehead. He suddenly felt drowsy and as he drifted of
into sleep he heard this wicked man speak again.
"I'll take care of this problem. Take him to my chambers."

I wanted to wake up now! Nothing good was going to happen from this.
I thrashed and was able to open my eyes for a moment before feeling too
weak to keep them there. Down the rabbit hole again.


The first thing the pale teen noticed when his groggy mind awoke to
the world was that his wrists ached. He opened his brown eyes slightly.
He was standing?
He opened his eyes more and moved to look at where his wrists were.
The were shackled together to a chain that lead to the ceiling. He also
noticed that he was standing on the very tips of his feet. The chain
wasn't long enough to allow him to stand flat footed. The last thing
he noticed was that his shirt and pants where gone. He was completely
nude. Even at the age of thirteen he knew that wasn't a good thing.
"Finally woke up did you?"
The sound of the man's voice made his stomach drop.
"Actually, most are out for quite awhile longer. I'm surprised you
only slept till sunset."
He felt his panic increase ever second. He needed to find a way out
of here, now. The stringy haired man now came to stand in front of him.
His smile was smug as his green eyes looked him up and down with
hunger.
"Did you sleep well?"
The mock in his voice was quite definite.
"I suppose one can't sleep well when hanging from the ceiling, hmm?"
The boy closed his eyes, not wanting to see the man.
A hand griped his chin pulling his face from his it's downward angle
to a sharp painful one; his eyes snapped open again.
"Look at me when I speak to you, slave!"
Slave? He found himself looking at the man blankly. Thin lips pulled
back in a sneer as the man let go of his face. He walked behind the
boy and out of his sight. The sound of a leather against leather
snap made terror slip into the boy's mind. Then a cracking sound.
Fire cut it's way onto the white haired boy's back and he was unable
to bite back a scream.
"Did that hurt little slave? Tell me, do you want me to do that again?"
The boy choked on a sob, refusing to answer.
"I'll take that as a yes."
The horrible flaming agony slapped his tender flesh again.
"Now tell me, do you want me to stop?"
The teen was now crying soft crystal tears fell down his cheeks.
He wouldn't beg though, not when that was what the man wanted.
Another crack and another mind numbing bolt of pain.
How long could he go on like this?
"My lord, High Priest?"
A man stood in the doorway looking at the boy and the old man.
The man was obviously a guard by his uniform; he glanced at the
pain racked boy nervously. The High Priest placed his whip back onto
his belt and looked at the man in anger.
"Yes, what is it?"
The guard bowed.
"My Pharaoh wishes your presence in a tour of the Temple of Osiris.
He has told me that you should report to the throne room."
The Priest was obviously annoyed by the intrusion.
"Very well, inform my King that I shall be there soon."
The guard bowed again and left. The greasy man came to stand in front
of his captive who's head had fallen toward his chest, eyes shut
against the intense pain.
"Well my little prisoner, it seems that I must go for now. We'll have
to continue our little game later."
He administered a sharp kick to the boys stomach before leaving
the room and closing the door. The boy coughed blood slowly seeping
from his lips to drip onto the cold marble floor.
He opened his eyes to the room again.
How could this happen? He knew his life would never become easy but,
to be the toy of the High Priest of Egypt? The only thing worst would
be if the Pharaoh himself had him. He hated his life. He hated Egypt.
He just wanted to die. Yet, that's what they wanted, didn't he know
that? They wanted people to obey them, take there place in there game
of life. To be what they were told to be. A slave.
People were too. He had seen it while he walked around the city.
They didn't relize that they were puppets in this world.
He couldn't let them do it. His parents had know that. Sunqui had
known that. He too knew. But, how did the tiny spec of a boy ever
figure out such a reality? That was something he didn't know.
He closed his eyes again, maybe he would find a way.
Maybe, he could prove them all wrong.

When next the brown eyes of the youth opened he found himself
faced with startling blue orbs. He gasped in surprise as he relized
it was the face of another teen. The taller boy had brown hair
that brushed over his forehead and ears; he wore a roughly woven
robe and was looking at him in surprise.
"Get away from him boy!"
The boy jumped back startled at the raspy voice of the High Priest.
"Yes my lord."
The greasy man came into view again he smiled crookedly at the two
teens. The pitfall in the white haired boy's stomach came back.
Before the man could say anything though another voice came from
the doorway. It was smooth as silk and very youthful.
"Pardon me High Priest but, my father agreed to allow your heir to
stay in my chambers. We don't want to intrude on your privacy after
all."
Both the blue-eyed boy and the elder turned to the door in a bow while
the brown-eyed one strained to see. A figure stepped into the room and
the prisoner gasped in surprise. A boy, smaller than himself stood
there. His hair was three different shades varying from gold to ebony,
it was intensely spiked and pushed back with a gold band.
His clothes were rich black silk that few he had seen wore, long pants
and sleeveless tunic; gold bangles and armlets cover skin nearly as
pale as his own. Oddly though the most remarkable thing was his eyes.
They were large and slanty, lined with kohl and shaded in the most
intense shade of crimson.
"My Prince, I thought the child would stay with me, he is my heir by
your choosing after all."
Prince? Eyes of brown widened even more. The Prince looked at the man
with cool confidence.
"I believe I just told you he would be staying with me. After all it seems
you already have someone that is in your chamber."
A nodded head indicated The other pale boy, ruby eyes glanced to brown.
At that moment the one with the brown eyes felt something. A twitch
of sorts in his mind. When the Prince turned back to the man it was
gone. Had he imagined it? Maybe. The High Priest gritted his teeth
and bowed.
"As you wish my Prince."
The Prince then grabbed the hand of the other boy walking out the door,
before glancing back once more to the last teen. He left then.
At that moment the boy left felt betrayal so deep he couldn't stand it.
It didn't matter at that moment that the other was a Prince.
It didn't matter that he was above all else except the Pharaoh.
All that mattered was that one boy had abandoned another to a
monster. The prince wasn't stupid, he got the blue-eyed one out
before he was harmed after all. He 'knew' what was going to happen
if the boy with hair like clouds was left there. Yet he left him
there to be harmed by the monster that was the High Priest.
As the man began again the slow torture again his only thoughts
were of the pain.

I found myself wimpering in my sleep. I could almost feel the
pain in the dreams.
"No.. please..."
For a moment I thought I felt a soft hand on my forehead but,
I must have dreamed that as well.

How long had it been wondered the teen looking at the ceiling
in a state of numbness. The man behind him had stopped the slow
yet torturous beatings and whippings, he'd put down the whip
a while before just so he could stare at the boy. Although
now his toy's back was marred with scars and dripping
blood he could do little but gap at the boys beauty. Such
softness he had never seen, long white hair and big brown eyes
made him so very innocent looking while his pale skin reminded
him of the pretty little Prince. Yes, the little Prince, he was so
elegant and slender; seductive even at the tender age of thirteen.
The older man licked his lips.
How he desired the Prince. He could never have him though.
He eyed the boy he had been beating.
He'd not really looked at the boy until he'd been brought to
his room. After all he just wanted someone to beat,
he'd been angry at the time and the Pharaoh had forbade him
from beating the guards and servants. The intruder had came
at the right time after all. He walked to stand in front
of his pretty little captive; the boy's eyes were half-lidded
and very tired, a trickle of blood fell from his lips.
Cursing himself mentally for not thinking of it sooner
he undid the bindings of the teen and let him slid into
his arms. The boy was very light, he obviously hadn't
had a decent meal in a long time and the beatings
had made him too weak to fight. With a small smile
he carried the boy to his bed.

I sceamed as I woke for another groggy moment.
How could this happen? I wished someone could make it
stop, that I could make it stop. It played like a movie in
my mind though.

The ache and the pain was horrible. It made him
feel sick. The old man had raped him. He choked
back a sob as he pulled at the chain that binded
him to the High Priest's bed. His white locks
fell around his tear streaked face. The man
had beaten him until he couldn't fight and
then raped him. All the ache that the cruel
elder had caused made the little inner strength
he had left vanish in the night. He couldn't even
think about what would happen when the man returned.
How he'd made a big deal about it, going to a high
council meeting. He'd be back after that though.
He'd forcefully kissed him, the taste of the man
was bitter and rancid. He wouldn't be able to
go through it again. Never. He would rather die
even if it meant proving the world to be right,
that he was destined to die like his father.
Like his mother.
Like Sunqui.
In his mind he heard his own screams as the
Priest had forced into his opening.
The pained sobs.
The dry throated scream.
The pleas.
Yes, he thought in shame.
He had plead with the man,
had begged him to stop.
He hadn't though.
He heard the door open.
His eyes snapped open in terror.
Was he back already?
"Oh Ra, it's worse then I would have thought."
Two figures crept over to him and he tried to
move to see who it was.
"Please Seh just help me get the binds off."
"Let me see."
A second later the sound of metal falling.
"There. Hey, are you ok?"
His sore wrists were held by soft hands.
"Snap out of it, we're here to get you out of here."
At that the white haired teen looked up wondering
who in the world would help him.
Rubies and Sapphires.
He gasped and backed away slightly.
The Prince and the blue-eyed boy???
The sudden movement caused one of his wounds
to reopen he hissed in pain as he fell back to
the bed.
"Seh, do you think you could carry him? He's in
no condition to walk."
A nod from the taller of the boys as he carefully
gathered the small pale boy in his arms, wrapping
the blanket they'd brought around him.
Unable to protest or even say anything the brown-eyed
boy fell back into unconsciousness.

I rolled in my sleep. Was it safe yet? I opened my eyes slightly
again. I could see a blur of white standing above me.
"Aku..?"
The figure seemed startled by the name I uttered. They backed off
for a moment before moving away again. The darkness returned.

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Saraha: Well, that's chapter 23! Wasn't that sad? Poor little Aku. *sniffle*
Ryou:*petting his kitten* That was too sad, how could you write that???
Saraha:I donno, I just did. *shrugs* maybe I was in a dark mood when I was writing it?
Bakura:You just want to torture me don't you?
Saraha:*looks horrofied at the thought* No way! I don't 'like' to do things like that to you and Ryou.
Bakura:Sure...
Saraha: Oh, for those of you who are wondering Yami is not, I repeat, NOT Pharoah yet. As you can see, he's still just
a prince; I consider him and Aku to be almost the same age. And the 'blue-eyed boy' (wonder who that is... XD) is maybe
a year older. So all the stuff that has happened to Aku so far that involves the Pharoah is Yami's father's doing. That
really doesn't seem to matter to Aku though does it?
Bakura:*muttering* Damn right... bastards...... stupid.... hate....
Ryou:*sweatdrop*
Kitten:meeew....
Saraha:We really need to give the kitten a name besides 'kitten'.
Bakura:*happily* How about 'Evil purple-eyed freak'? It looks like the brat I swear!
Yami:*vain-poping* I told you not to call him that name!
Bakura:Since when do I do what you say?
Yami:I'm the Pharoah damnit! You shall obey me!
Bakura:Right....
Saraha:Well er, thanks to everyone who's been reading this so far remember to leave your comments and questions
by pressing the submit review button down below. Also please with presents for bishies only send ones
for Ryou and Yami Bakura here. Yugi, Yami, and Seto aren't really proment peoples in the
fic.
Yami:Hey thats not fair!
Saraha:Well, I put Ryou and Bakura through so much crap I think they deserve it!
*Yugi and Yami magically disappear, Seto just leaves the room.*
Saraha:Kahahahaha! Seto can't leave forever cause he's mah muse! *evil laughter*
Bakura:*whispers to Ryou* Are we her muses too?
Ryou:*whispers back* Sadly yes.
Bakura:Dammit!
saraha:Review peoples kahahahahaha!
Ryou:OO;;;