Disclaimer: I OWN YU-GI-OH!! *muses sigh* OK, OK. . . I *don't* own Yu-Gi-
Oh!, but if Kazaki Takahashi had any sense, he'd read some of these
fanfics. . . and get some ideas!!
Reviwer's Section:
bakuraluva: You'll see Marik soon enough. . . as soon as he gets his butt into gear and jumps aboard the fanfic bus. Thanx for the review. . . you are officially the coolest for reviewing first!
Author's Notes: Brodie: My muses are back!!
Casey: And yes, Museville (no, not Mooseville) was very beautiful Too bad Zared got a cold from all that rain, and we had to come back early. Now we note that Brodie here has started a couple of new fanfics. Got to go read them. . . see how they rate.
Zared: Ah - ah - ah - CHOO!!
Jaelin: He said, 'yeah, we have to go now'
Casey: I would never have guessed.
Zared: ah - CHOO!
Jaelin: He said, 'show-off'.
Casey: Really.
Jaelin: Yes.
Brodie: They've been back all of three seconds and they're already arguing. It's music to my ears. *receives a punch on the shoulder from a sneezing Zared* Ow! Oh, and - never mind, I'll ask at the end. Enjoy the chapter!
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Monday. . .
Ryou Bakura sighed. Try as he might, he could not get the image of his little sister out of his head, and he hadn't the slightest idea why. 'Today, of all days, to be distracted. *Not* a good thing. . .' he muttered in his mind.
//Hey, hikari!//
Ryou winced. /Not now, Yami. I have a headache, and face it, you're not gentle./
//Sorry,// replied the tomb robber (it was clear that he wasn't). //Anyway -//
/Bakura!!/
//Sorry, I just have to tell you this. I heard in the head woman's office that there was a new student coming today. . . curious to hear more?//
/Not in the least./ Ryou's mind-voice betrayed him - his curiosity had got the better of him, but Ryou struggled to hold it back. 'I'll meet them when I meet them,' Ryou told himself. Unfortunately, his Yami heard.
//So you *are* curious! Good for you, so. . . want to hear more?//
Ryou struggled, struggled. . . and gave up. /Fine, tell me what you heard./
//It's a girl, her name is Kohaku and she's in this class.// Ryou paled visibly.
/Kohaku? Are you sure you heard right?/ Ryou asked, thinking furiously. 'She shouldn't be here!!' he screamed in his head.
//Hey! Think about who you're asking!// said Yami Bakura, once Thief King. His voice sounded not in the least bit hurt, but he gave that look to suggest it. (AN- It's that damned creative license again! *chases creative license*)
Ryou laughed at his Yami, and dropped out of the mind-link. 'Concentrate, Ryou. Must learn for exams. Must learn for exams. Must learn for exams.'
//Wonder what's for lunch?//
'Mmm - lunch. Dammit Bakura!' All Ryou heard was sinister cackling from the direction of his Yami's soul room.
/I'll get you later./
//Oh?//
/Yes. And when I do, you'll be sorry you ever did that. . ./ (AN- I know it's cliché, but I couldn't help myself)
Then Ryou heard an ominous (AN- That's my dad's word of the decade - he's not very widely read, my da.) sounding rumble from outside. He glanced out the window, immediately distracted, and noted the thunderclouds. 'Rain later," he thought.
//Oh nah, ya think?//
/Shuddup./
//Make me!//
/Don't wanna get rabies from touching you./
//Hey! That was *not* foam coming from my mouth in that picture! It was coffee froth!//
/Sure, Bakura. Just like *I'm* the crazy one who looks like he hasn't brushed his hair in a week every time I duel./
//I assume you're talking to a mirror?//
/Nope./
//Then who? Certainly not me. . .//
/DING DING DING!! And what do we have for our winner today, Nikki?/
//Who's Nikki?//
/I dunno. Someone I made up./
//Great, talking to imaginary people, now are we?//
/Are you imaginary?/ *silence* /Didn't think so. Now let me CONCENTRATE!/
//Sheez. Go ahead, have a burnout. Be my guest.//
/I *will*./
And with that, Ryou threw up a strong mental barrier. The strongest he had ever done, actually. 'I'm impressed. . . he must be *really* mad,' thought Bakura, chuckling. 'I love making him mad. . . fun!'
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Meanwhile, Isis and Kohaku were having trouble trying to get to Domino High with all the rain on the roads. Isis had to swerve once or twice, to miss an innocent pedestrian who just suddenly loomed up out of the grey mist. Then the hail started. TAP TAP TAP, it started out as, then progressed into THUMP THUMP BANG, THUMP THUMP BANG!! The 'BANGs' were dents in the car roof.
"Dammit. Just got this car out of the shop yesterday, from the last bloody hailstorm. I *always* seem to be driving out in them. Kohaku, look, I'm going to have to pull over. I can barely see in this, let alone drive."
"That's OK, Isis. I'll just read until we get going again," she assured Isis it was OK, and pulled out the novel she was currently reading, 'Danger In Rhyme' by Emily Rodda. 'Teen Power Inc. I love these mysteries,' she thought.
About five minutes later, the hail let up, and the rain turned back to mist. Isis flicked on the windscreen wipers, and pulled carefully back into the traffic. Ten minutes after that, two Ishtars' drove up in front of Domino High.
"Want me to come in with you?" asked the older woman. Kohaku shook her head.
"I think I'll manage," she told Isis.
"Aw. . . my little baby, all gwown up and going to high school on her own," Isis sniffed back imaginary tears, and received the punch she had been inviting.
"Oh, and Isis?"
"Yes?"
"Will I get to meet Marik this afternoon?"
"Maybe. Depends. . . if he wants to be home, he'll be home. If he doesn't, well, he won't be."
"I get it. Basically he's free to do what he wants?"
"Aside from killing anyone," Isis was almost about to say something else there, but stopped herself. 'I *can't* tell her about Malik until she proves that she can handle it,' Isis thought vehemently.
Kohaku noticed that Isis' face closed up, and realised the conversation was over. She grabbed her bag, and stepped from the car.
"Thanks for the lift, Isis-chan."
"You're welcome, Kohaku-chan."
***
And that's how she got to where she was now, standing behind the teachers politely while they conversed.
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Yugi leaned back on his chair, trying to see the new girl.
/Can't. . . quite. . . see. Ugh, it's useless. I'll just have to employ some of your patience, and hope I don't get fed up with it, Yami./
//Was that meant to be a joke?//
/No./
//Sure, sure. Whatever you say. If you want, I could take control?//
/OK. You're better at the waiting thing than me, anyway./
//Aibou. . .// Yami warned.
/Yes?/ Yugi asked innocently, raining down puppy dog eyes like blows from Seth. (AN - Argh! No, not the eyes!! Anything but the eyes!)
Yami resisted remarkably. //No more smart cracks about my age, OK? I am *not* ancient.//
/OK, OK. No more ancient stuff, oh mighty old one./ Yami glared at him. /What? It wasn't 'ancient', it was 'old'. Technically not breaking the rule -/
//What is it?// Yami sensed his hikari's all-of-a-sudden alertness.
/The teacher's moving. . . I can almost see her. . ./ Then suddenly, Kohaku came into view, and Yugi's eyes widened. Amber coloured eyes, silvery-white hair, light complexion. She looked very familiar. Then he heard her voice, and nearly fainted.
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Ryou watched Yugi *very* carefully. The expression on his friend's face - almost like he had seen a ghost. 'He kind of has, really. Amane. . .' Bakura watched his hikari equally carefully. He didn't know who this Amane was, but she was obviously important to Ryou.
Ryou tried to catch Yugi's eye, but Yugi's gaze was fixed firmly on the door, watching and waiting.
Finally the teacher and principal actually let her enter the room. She stood up the front, a bit uncertain faced with all those strange faces. Her face didn't show the slightest recognition when she glanced at Ryou, which he didn't like at all.
"Please introduce yourself," stated the teacher. He was one of the only people who didn't notice the weird resemblance to Ryou Bakura, the last new student.
"Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu*," she said obediently. 'That sentence gets boring after a while. . .' she thought tiredly.
"Welcome to Domino High Kohaku-chan."
"Arigato sensei**," she replied. The teacher nodded to a window seat in front of Ryou, diagonal and two seats across to Yugi. She set herself up quickly, used to the silent response of a strange class. 'That boy behind me. . . where do I know him from? I - I *know* him. But how?' Kohaku was confused. Very confused.
"Now, back to what we learned yesterday. From what the principal told me, I assume you'll catch up quickly, Sayima-chan***?"
"Yes, sensei."
"Good, so let's continue. World War Two: The Nazi's. Who were they? Anyone?" When no hands went up, the teacher thought he'd be nosey, and see if the new girl really *did* know as much as the principal of her former school in Hiroshima boasted. "Sayima-chan?"
Kohaku sighed. She stood up and bowed. "Sensei, they were under the employ of Adolf Hitler, the - shall we say - commandeer of World War Two, or the attacks on Allies, anyway." Kohaku bowed again, and sat back down. The teacher was flabbergasted. She had just recited what was in his textbook, word for word.
"And what part did the Japanese play in the war, Jounouchi-kun?" He asked Joey next, who was snoozing in his back row, furthest-from-the-teacher-as- possible seat.
"Huh? Wha - uh. . . donuts?" The class tittered like sparrows. Kohaku just managed to hold it in by biting her lip.
"Jou!" whispered a voice.
"Honda-kun! Help me, please!"
"They were responsible for the attacks on Australia, and for the supplying of bombs and such," Honda replied to his friend's needs.
Jou repeated what his friend told him. The laughter died down immediately. The teacher's eyes had turned icy (he didn't appreciate cheating).
"Jounouchi Katsuya! Go to the office immediately."
"But sensei, I -"
"No arguments! Go!"
"Yes, sensei."
And with that, Jou shuffled out of the room. With his head bowed like a dog's, Kohaku was shaking inside with helpless laughter, unconsciously imitating (AN - O_O big words! ^_~) Ryou earlier. 'Must learn for exams soon. Must learn, must - AHAHAHAHAHA!!' And so this continued for a little while. Fortunately the teacher was outside the room, escorting Jou to the principal's office. She allowed herself a few giggles, and then composed herself.
"Hey, hey new girl! Sayima-san!" whispered Anzu, four seats back from Kohaku.
"Yes?"
"Uh, how did you know that on the WWII?"
"It was the last subject taught at my old school before I was transferred. . . I have some good memories doing *that* subject," she told her under the racket the class was making.
"Right. . . so, think you could help me with it? I'm having a little trouble grasping the ideas," asked Anzu.
'Asking *me* for help? What, has the world suddenly turned upside down, and I don't know about it?' Kohaku wondered. 'It would be a new experience, I suppose. . . and I am supposed to be open to new experiences. . . oh, what the heck,' she mused. (AN- Hee hee hee.)
"Sure, Mazaki-san. I'll help you," she replied.
"Great! Oh, and call me Anzu, please,"
"OK. . . Anzu-chan." 'Yes, I'm learning!! I can actually *listen* to what people tell me to do now!! Score!' she crowed.
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Dictionary Thing
Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu: Do I need to repeat myself? Basically - my name is Kohaku Sayima.
Arigato sensei: I think you can figure this one out. . . it's 'thank you teacher,'
Sayima-chan: Miss Sayima, really. The 'chan' 'kun' 'san' and 'sensei' all show the status of a person. 'Chan' is for a young girl, or close female friend. 'Kun' is for a young boy, or a close male friend. 'San' is generally polite. 'Sensei' is; as I've said already, 'teacher'.
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Casey: Not bad, Brodie. You're getting good at this. . . I think.
Brodie: Let's see what the reviewers think.
Zared: ACHOO!
Jaelin: Yeah, buddy. I agree too.
Brodie: How - never mind. I don't want to know.
Casey: That's right, you probably don't.
Brodie: Oh, and don't forget to visit my webpage!! I'm not sure if the aforementioned link will work, so here's the address: http:// www. geocities. com / earanehelyanwe / enter Just take out the spaces. I almost forgot to ask - does anyone have any theories, or actually knows what happened to Amane Bakura, and if she was older or younger than Ryou. I've checked several websites and they all disagree. One says twin, one younger, one older, so on and so forth. The accidents vary - cancer, car accident, murder and on from there. Please help!!
Reviwer's Section:
bakuraluva: You'll see Marik soon enough. . . as soon as he gets his butt into gear and jumps aboard the fanfic bus. Thanx for the review. . . you are officially the coolest for reviewing first!
Author's Notes: Brodie: My muses are back!!
Casey: And yes, Museville (no, not Mooseville) was very beautiful Too bad Zared got a cold from all that rain, and we had to come back early. Now we note that Brodie here has started a couple of new fanfics. Got to go read them. . . see how they rate.
Zared: Ah - ah - ah - CHOO!!
Jaelin: He said, 'yeah, we have to go now'
Casey: I would never have guessed.
Zared: ah - CHOO!
Jaelin: He said, 'show-off'.
Casey: Really.
Jaelin: Yes.
Brodie: They've been back all of three seconds and they're already arguing. It's music to my ears. *receives a punch on the shoulder from a sneezing Zared* Ow! Oh, and - never mind, I'll ask at the end. Enjoy the chapter!
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Monday. . .
Ryou Bakura sighed. Try as he might, he could not get the image of his little sister out of his head, and he hadn't the slightest idea why. 'Today, of all days, to be distracted. *Not* a good thing. . .' he muttered in his mind.
//Hey, hikari!//
Ryou winced. /Not now, Yami. I have a headache, and face it, you're not gentle./
//Sorry,// replied the tomb robber (it was clear that he wasn't). //Anyway -//
/Bakura!!/
//Sorry, I just have to tell you this. I heard in the head woman's office that there was a new student coming today. . . curious to hear more?//
/Not in the least./ Ryou's mind-voice betrayed him - his curiosity had got the better of him, but Ryou struggled to hold it back. 'I'll meet them when I meet them,' Ryou told himself. Unfortunately, his Yami heard.
//So you *are* curious! Good for you, so. . . want to hear more?//
Ryou struggled, struggled. . . and gave up. /Fine, tell me what you heard./
//It's a girl, her name is Kohaku and she's in this class.// Ryou paled visibly.
/Kohaku? Are you sure you heard right?/ Ryou asked, thinking furiously. 'She shouldn't be here!!' he screamed in his head.
//Hey! Think about who you're asking!// said Yami Bakura, once Thief King. His voice sounded not in the least bit hurt, but he gave that look to suggest it. (AN- It's that damned creative license again! *chases creative license*)
Ryou laughed at his Yami, and dropped out of the mind-link. 'Concentrate, Ryou. Must learn for exams. Must learn for exams. Must learn for exams.'
//Wonder what's for lunch?//
'Mmm - lunch. Dammit Bakura!' All Ryou heard was sinister cackling from the direction of his Yami's soul room.
/I'll get you later./
//Oh?//
/Yes. And when I do, you'll be sorry you ever did that. . ./ (AN- I know it's cliché, but I couldn't help myself)
Then Ryou heard an ominous (AN- That's my dad's word of the decade - he's not very widely read, my da.) sounding rumble from outside. He glanced out the window, immediately distracted, and noted the thunderclouds. 'Rain later," he thought.
//Oh nah, ya think?//
/Shuddup./
//Make me!//
/Don't wanna get rabies from touching you./
//Hey! That was *not* foam coming from my mouth in that picture! It was coffee froth!//
/Sure, Bakura. Just like *I'm* the crazy one who looks like he hasn't brushed his hair in a week every time I duel./
//I assume you're talking to a mirror?//
/Nope./
//Then who? Certainly not me. . .//
/DING DING DING!! And what do we have for our winner today, Nikki?/
//Who's Nikki?//
/I dunno. Someone I made up./
//Great, talking to imaginary people, now are we?//
/Are you imaginary?/ *silence* /Didn't think so. Now let me CONCENTRATE!/
//Sheez. Go ahead, have a burnout. Be my guest.//
/I *will*./
And with that, Ryou threw up a strong mental barrier. The strongest he had ever done, actually. 'I'm impressed. . . he must be *really* mad,' thought Bakura, chuckling. 'I love making him mad. . . fun!'
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Meanwhile, Isis and Kohaku were having trouble trying to get to Domino High with all the rain on the roads. Isis had to swerve once or twice, to miss an innocent pedestrian who just suddenly loomed up out of the grey mist. Then the hail started. TAP TAP TAP, it started out as, then progressed into THUMP THUMP BANG, THUMP THUMP BANG!! The 'BANGs' were dents in the car roof.
"Dammit. Just got this car out of the shop yesterday, from the last bloody hailstorm. I *always* seem to be driving out in them. Kohaku, look, I'm going to have to pull over. I can barely see in this, let alone drive."
"That's OK, Isis. I'll just read until we get going again," she assured Isis it was OK, and pulled out the novel she was currently reading, 'Danger In Rhyme' by Emily Rodda. 'Teen Power Inc. I love these mysteries,' she thought.
About five minutes later, the hail let up, and the rain turned back to mist. Isis flicked on the windscreen wipers, and pulled carefully back into the traffic. Ten minutes after that, two Ishtars' drove up in front of Domino High.
"Want me to come in with you?" asked the older woman. Kohaku shook her head.
"I think I'll manage," she told Isis.
"Aw. . . my little baby, all gwown up and going to high school on her own," Isis sniffed back imaginary tears, and received the punch she had been inviting.
"Oh, and Isis?"
"Yes?"
"Will I get to meet Marik this afternoon?"
"Maybe. Depends. . . if he wants to be home, he'll be home. If he doesn't, well, he won't be."
"I get it. Basically he's free to do what he wants?"
"Aside from killing anyone," Isis was almost about to say something else there, but stopped herself. 'I *can't* tell her about Malik until she proves that she can handle it,' Isis thought vehemently.
Kohaku noticed that Isis' face closed up, and realised the conversation was over. She grabbed her bag, and stepped from the car.
"Thanks for the lift, Isis-chan."
"You're welcome, Kohaku-chan."
***
And that's how she got to where she was now, standing behind the teachers politely while they conversed.
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Yugi leaned back on his chair, trying to see the new girl.
/Can't. . . quite. . . see. Ugh, it's useless. I'll just have to employ some of your patience, and hope I don't get fed up with it, Yami./
//Was that meant to be a joke?//
/No./
//Sure, sure. Whatever you say. If you want, I could take control?//
/OK. You're better at the waiting thing than me, anyway./
//Aibou. . .// Yami warned.
/Yes?/ Yugi asked innocently, raining down puppy dog eyes like blows from Seth. (AN - Argh! No, not the eyes!! Anything but the eyes!)
Yami resisted remarkably. //No more smart cracks about my age, OK? I am *not* ancient.//
/OK, OK. No more ancient stuff, oh mighty old one./ Yami glared at him. /What? It wasn't 'ancient', it was 'old'. Technically not breaking the rule -/
//What is it?// Yami sensed his hikari's all-of-a-sudden alertness.
/The teacher's moving. . . I can almost see her. . ./ Then suddenly, Kohaku came into view, and Yugi's eyes widened. Amber coloured eyes, silvery-white hair, light complexion. She looked very familiar. Then he heard her voice, and nearly fainted.
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Ryou watched Yugi *very* carefully. The expression on his friend's face - almost like he had seen a ghost. 'He kind of has, really. Amane. . .' Bakura watched his hikari equally carefully. He didn't know who this Amane was, but she was obviously important to Ryou.
Ryou tried to catch Yugi's eye, but Yugi's gaze was fixed firmly on the door, watching and waiting.
Finally the teacher and principal actually let her enter the room. She stood up the front, a bit uncertain faced with all those strange faces. Her face didn't show the slightest recognition when she glanced at Ryou, which he didn't like at all.
"Please introduce yourself," stated the teacher. He was one of the only people who didn't notice the weird resemblance to Ryou Bakura, the last new student.
"Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu*," she said obediently. 'That sentence gets boring after a while. . .' she thought tiredly.
"Welcome to Domino High Kohaku-chan."
"Arigato sensei**," she replied. The teacher nodded to a window seat in front of Ryou, diagonal and two seats across to Yugi. She set herself up quickly, used to the silent response of a strange class. 'That boy behind me. . . where do I know him from? I - I *know* him. But how?' Kohaku was confused. Very confused.
"Now, back to what we learned yesterday. From what the principal told me, I assume you'll catch up quickly, Sayima-chan***?"
"Yes, sensei."
"Good, so let's continue. World War Two: The Nazi's. Who were they? Anyone?" When no hands went up, the teacher thought he'd be nosey, and see if the new girl really *did* know as much as the principal of her former school in Hiroshima boasted. "Sayima-chan?"
Kohaku sighed. She stood up and bowed. "Sensei, they were under the employ of Adolf Hitler, the - shall we say - commandeer of World War Two, or the attacks on Allies, anyway." Kohaku bowed again, and sat back down. The teacher was flabbergasted. She had just recited what was in his textbook, word for word.
"And what part did the Japanese play in the war, Jounouchi-kun?" He asked Joey next, who was snoozing in his back row, furthest-from-the-teacher-as- possible seat.
"Huh? Wha - uh. . . donuts?" The class tittered like sparrows. Kohaku just managed to hold it in by biting her lip.
"Jou!" whispered a voice.
"Honda-kun! Help me, please!"
"They were responsible for the attacks on Australia, and for the supplying of bombs and such," Honda replied to his friend's needs.
Jou repeated what his friend told him. The laughter died down immediately. The teacher's eyes had turned icy (he didn't appreciate cheating).
"Jounouchi Katsuya! Go to the office immediately."
"But sensei, I -"
"No arguments! Go!"
"Yes, sensei."
And with that, Jou shuffled out of the room. With his head bowed like a dog's, Kohaku was shaking inside with helpless laughter, unconsciously imitating (AN - O_O big words! ^_~) Ryou earlier. 'Must learn for exams soon. Must learn, must - AHAHAHAHAHA!!' And so this continued for a little while. Fortunately the teacher was outside the room, escorting Jou to the principal's office. She allowed herself a few giggles, and then composed herself.
"Hey, hey new girl! Sayima-san!" whispered Anzu, four seats back from Kohaku.
"Yes?"
"Uh, how did you know that on the WWII?"
"It was the last subject taught at my old school before I was transferred. . . I have some good memories doing *that* subject," she told her under the racket the class was making.
"Right. . . so, think you could help me with it? I'm having a little trouble grasping the ideas," asked Anzu.
'Asking *me* for help? What, has the world suddenly turned upside down, and I don't know about it?' Kohaku wondered. 'It would be a new experience, I suppose. . . and I am supposed to be open to new experiences. . . oh, what the heck,' she mused. (AN- Hee hee hee.)
"Sure, Mazaki-san. I'll help you," she replied.
"Great! Oh, and call me Anzu, please,"
"OK. . . Anzu-chan." 'Yes, I'm learning!! I can actually *listen* to what people tell me to do now!! Score!' she crowed.
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Dictionary Thing
Watashi wa Sayima Kohaku desu: Do I need to repeat myself? Basically - my name is Kohaku Sayima.
Arigato sensei: I think you can figure this one out. . . it's 'thank you teacher,'
Sayima-chan: Miss Sayima, really. The 'chan' 'kun' 'san' and 'sensei' all show the status of a person. 'Chan' is for a young girl, or close female friend. 'Kun' is for a young boy, or a close male friend. 'San' is generally polite. 'Sensei' is; as I've said already, 'teacher'.
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Casey: Not bad, Brodie. You're getting good at this. . . I think.
Brodie: Let's see what the reviewers think.
Zared: ACHOO!
Jaelin: Yeah, buddy. I agree too.
Brodie: How - never mind. I don't want to know.
Casey: That's right, you probably don't.
Brodie: Oh, and don't forget to visit my webpage!! I'm not sure if the aforementioned link will work, so here's the address: http:// www. geocities. com / earanehelyanwe / enter Just take out the spaces. I almost forgot to ask - does anyone have any theories, or actually knows what happened to Amane Bakura, and if she was older or younger than Ryou. I've checked several websites and they all disagree. One says twin, one younger, one older, so on and so forth. The accidents vary - cancer, car accident, murder and on from there. Please help!!