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H: Blah, one more review.that makes how many so far? Three? HH: Yup. H: Thanks to those really nice peeps who actually DID review.*bursts into tears* WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'm so unloved!!! Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! HH: *sigh* *reading a magazine* Shut up. H: NO!!! NOBODY LOVES ME!!! LET ME DROWN IN MY MISERY!!! HH: *sighs and conks Hera on the head without even looking up* I SAID, shut up. H: *unconcious* .......

Shaina's POV

I woke up standing, my shoulder aching. Joren and Hanasaki were nowhere in sight, but students were rushing around everywhere, getting to classrooms. Numbly, I trudged to class, ashamed at my cowardice. Fainting like that! Ugh!.Imagine my surprise when Hanasaki came up and thanked me!

"You were really brave back there," he told me, eyes shining. "Thank you so much!"

"Huh?" I gaped like an idiot. "I wasn't brave! I passed out!"

Hanasaki looked confused. "But.but you made Joren go running."

"I did?" I was just as confused as my classmate. "I-" The bell rang just then and we rushed to our seats.

I sat there pondering our conversation. What was going on? I didn't remember any of that stuff happening! Was Hanasaki just trying to make me feel better? I shook my head. No, he wasn't the type to do that. Then what.?

I jerked violently as I heard a masculine voice say, "It was me." I looked around, but everyone's attention was focused on the teacher. The voice spoke again. "I am in the Millennium Puzzle." I stared at the artifact around my neck in disbelief. Surely someone was trying to make a fool out of me! But no one I could see was speaking.

"I've gone insane!" I thought, panicking. "I'm hearing voices! Mom's gonna flip!"

"You're not hearing voices!" the voice said. "You're hearing me speaking to you telepathically. My name is Yami, and I am the spirit of the Pharaoh locked in the Puzzle."

"No!" I thought desperately. "You're just my imagination! You're-" I cut myself off. "Did you say your name was Yami?"

"Yes."

Something clicked in my brain. "Holy poo! Yugi told me about someone named Yami in his letter! Then that means.Yugi was insane too!"

Yami sweatdropped mentally. "No," he told me, "Yugi was my good friend, and he was definitely not insane."

"I'll go to see the minister at the church." I thought to myself. "If I'm being possessed, then he should be able to help me. Or maybe there's an add for an exorcist in the yellow pages."

"Are you listening to me?!" the spirit in my head shouted.

"Not really," I thought absentmindedly. "If you're a demon trying to possess me, then I shouldn't be talking, er, thinking to you, should I?"

Yami sighed in exasperation. "I'm not evil! I am a good spirit!"

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "Prove it."

"Today when you thought you fainted? I took over and defeated that boy Joren for you."

Now what Hanasaki said started to make sense. "I still don't like the idea of you controlling me whenever you feel like it," I replied. "How do I know you won't make me do something really embarrassing or scary?"

The spirit explained patiently, "Because I am a good spirit. I only help you when you really need me, like today when you couldn't save your friend."

I jumped as the teacher slammed her ruler on my desk. "Miss Muto, would you please recite for the class the quadratic formula? Or are you above such petty trivialities that you don't have to pay attention like the rest of your peers?"

I blushed and dutifully spoke: "X equals the opposite of b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac, all over 2a." The teacher scowled as though she had really wanted to chew me out (she probably did, actually) and moved further down the aisle to pounce upon some other unfortunate victim.

"See what trouble you got me into?!" I hissed mentally. "Just go away for now! I don't have the energy to deal with dead people talking in my head right now."

"Very well," Yami muttered sullenly, and mumbled under his breath something that sounded astonishingly like, "Mortals. Feh."

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H: *sniffle* I have writer's block! HH: Woopee. H: And yet I'm starting a new story. HH: O_O Why don't you finish one?! H: Okay, okay, calm down. *to readers (the sad few she has)* PLEASE REVIEW, and tell yer friends about this story, PLEASE!!! And, um, be sure to check out Damned Fool, Chapter 10 was just updated on that, and featured Herahet acting like a maniac. Oh, wait.she is. *grin* Okay, acting like an insane possum (don't ask, just read). Yuppers, that sounds about right. Okey- dokey, Dr. Jones, hold onto your potatoes!!! *worships Indiana Jones* HH: U-- Please.read.and.review.thank.you.