Ok, more original characters hinted at and one introduced. At this rate, the fic will be huge with a million characters in it. I still don't have an idea where this is going and I'm just flying by the seat of my pants. I've been told I handled the OCs well in the last chapter by their creators, let's see if I can keep doing so now.

"No, I already ordered. This isn't my table, that one is," Cloey pointed when the waiter tried to take her order. "I'm just making small talk. Now shoo, go get them their food."
The waiter gave her a slightly dirty look before he shuffled into the back to place the Kaibas' order.
"So anyway," Cloey picked up where she had left off. "That guy with Mai is just some loser. Good thing I didn't want any of the bread they gave us, looks like he ate it all," she snorted.
"This is fascinating and all, but did you come here to complain?" Seto asked. Mokuba kicked him under the table, apparently the way he had phrased that was rude, the CEO hadn't meant it to sound that way. "I mean, if you've already ordered don't you want to be there when it arrives? You did say you were hungry."
"Yeah, I am. And I don't trust Mai to not, you know, poison it before I get there."
Mokuba gave her an odd look, in all honesty sibling rivalry was an unknown to him. He and Seto had never made such threats or done anything like that to one another.
"I'm kidding, kid," Cloey laughed. "At least I hope I am, never know with Mai."
"It was nice to see you again, Cloey," Seto said after another soft kick from Mokuba. "And I'm glad to see you haven't had any trouble."
"Well, none from the freak show. But plenty from that Troy guy and I haven't even talked to him yet."
"Feel free to come sit with us again if you can't stand him," Mokuba added just before she walked off.
"I'll keep that in mind!" Cloey winked back.
"You should spend more time with her. She's nice," Mokuba grinned. Seto only shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He didn't have time for this, but he did admit, at least to himself, that he had some form of like going for this girl.

"And this is Cloey! She's such a rude thing, walking off before I could introduce you two," Mai cut Troy off as her sister sat back down. "Now since she's back, I need to be excused myself," the blonde said through a forced smile before she hurried towards the ladies room. "Cloey, you are so dead once we get out of here," Mai muttered to herself. She didn't really have to use the restroom, she just couldn't stand Troy anymore. Mai fixed her hair in the mirror and made sure her makeup was just right about a million times over before she strolled out of the restroom rather slowly. She caught sight of Cloey's glare between her sister's quick feeding movements. Apparently she was going to race out on Mai once she was done.

"So my sister thinks the game is totally stupid, but she wants to be like you, Mai," Troy said as she sat back down.
"Oh, really?" Mai asked with interest. If someone wanted to be like her, she was going to give all the tips she could. Anything to be able to talk about herself.
Cloey continued to eat quickly, she wanted to be gone before Troy tried to make her stay any longer than she wanted. He had mentioned something about going out after they ate, but Cloey insisted she had other plans. And she did, ones made up as the American talked. She hoped she could convince Seto to drive her home, if not well Mokuba seemed reasonable. He could make Seto fold for her.
"Cloey!" Mai hissed before thumping her sister upside the head. "He asked you a question!" Cloey couldn't tell if her sister was aggravated because she wasn't listening or because the conversation had turned from her. Something told Cloey it was the latter reason.
"Huh?" Cloey asked with her mouthful.
"I was wondering if, well. If since you're busy tonight if some other night you'd like to go out and do something? In a week I go back to America, so it's not like we can reschedule," he said in hopes she'd agree.
"Um, really. That's nice and all... but I'm not interested." Cloey said bluntly.
"Oh yes she is, she's just shy," Mai said with a nudge.
"No, I am not," Cloey grumbled.
"She's free Thursday," Mai said with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Mai!" Cloey huffed.
"Great!" Troy said. "Thursday it is, I can plan what we'll do. Where should I meet you?"
"At the station, I'll have her there and waiting," Mai grinned, a wink given to Cloey.
"You. Are. Dead," Cloey managed to say through gritted teeth, Troy either didn't hear or didn't care.
Cloey continued to rant and rave about what Mai had gotten her into, amazingly Seto was listening to every word as his driver took her home.
"So now I'm stuck. Unless I can get sick, and I mean be sick for real. Mai will know otherwise. Or I can just go hide out at Naki's till this all blows over. But she'll expect me to be there and go looking. BAH!" the blonde snorted as her arms were crossed over her chest. "It's not fair. Mai said this was happening because he lost a bet, it looks like he had this planned all along. She is so getting Nair in place of shampoo..."
Seto chose his words carefully, Mokuba seemed to really like this girl so what he was thinking didn't seem too far fetched. He just hoped she felt she knew him enough to not flip out when he suggested it. "I suppose you could come stay with Mokuba and I until he's gone. If you make up your mind tonight, we can wait for you to pack. But don't feel the need to rush!" he said hurriedly when her eyes widened. "I know you and I don't know either other that well and Mokuba has been urging me to meet new people," he just dropped it there. Seto was feeling way too awkward suddenly, he hadn't been behaving like himself and he knew it. "But the offer is sincere," he said after a while. "No pressure, no strings attached."
"Tell you what. I just may take you up on it. But not right now, closer to Thursday. Ok?" Cloey said.
"That's fine," the brunette nodded. "Do you want a number to contact my by or do you think with our luck we'll just meet?" he asked with a small, genuine smile.
"I think we'll just meet," she nodded. "I seem to have that luck anyway."

Naki whistled a tune as she strode back to her apartment, at first when she awoke in the park she was scared out of her mind. She didn't remember walking out there or falling asleep on a bench, but she had been doing it a lot recently. In a way she was used to it, but another part of her nagged her with a million and one worries of something serious. But she felt fine otherwise, so she never gave into her fears or went to a doctor. Even if she had, they would have found nothing. Naki was oblivious to Seijuu, and if her dark had anything to do with it she would stay that way. The girl stepped through the door and closed it quietly, she didn't know why she did, it was just habit. The redhead didn't even bother to turn a light on, she knew her way around easily. Naki stopped in the kitchen for a drink before she shuffled back to her bedroom, despite having woken up in the park she was still tired.

Bakura had refused to rest and instead was walking the streets in the middle of the night. He didn't worry about anyone trying to mug him, he could fend them off. Seraph was with him anyway, she'd become rather bold about being in public. Yet not many even turned their heads to watch her pass, since they had already seen so many holograms she was nothing special. To them maybe, Bakura thought. But to him she was everything. She was all he had left now. The thief looked over to her, sometimes he wished those solid yellow eyes of hers had a pupil. He could never tell where she was looking, to him and others it looked as if she was looking everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Yes?" she asked. That had answered his question, she was indeed looking at him. He thought so, her eyes had glimmered for a moment and the shine on them seemed to move. That was his only clue she was shifting her gaze.
"Nothing," he said with the shake of his head.
"I am having a hard time believing that it is you I am speaking to and not your lighter half. What has gotten into you, Bakura?"
The spirit thought hard on that, indeed what had gotten into him? Without trying much harder the answer rushed into his mind, he couldn't contain the deluge of memories.

He was young, maybe three. His village was in chaos, the Pharaoh's men had rode in and were killing everyone. His mother, his father and friends all fell by the blades and clubs of the intruders. But not Bakura, he managed to find sanctuary and hid from the attacking men. Before he knew it all the screams and cries of the wounded stopped, they were dead. The other sounds didn't stop, the horses and camels the guards had rode in on still milled about in the center of the village, the men on them hauled the corpses off. Bakura followed, wanting to know why his home had been attacked and what they were going to do with the bodies. He saw them put into melting pots, mixed with magic and chemicals to form an enchanted metal. His memory faded about then, the boy had ran off. That had been the day his hatred for the Pharaoh was born, and as he grew so did that feeling until it had consumed him.

Seraph remained quiet, this was a memory he had never shared with her before. It was far too painful for him to, and now she understood. The demoness careful cradled the figure curled up against her. She had caught him before his knees gave out and lowered him to the grass where they now where. He didn't sob, the ancient tomb raider instead stared blankly out into the grass, his eyes didn't even register her tail as it thumped dully in the center of his vision. Before the memory had flooded him, she was seriously considering hitting him. It had helped in the past, but after seeing this she knew it would be useless now. Slowly she heft him up and held him close to her. He clung to her tightly and nuzzled under her chin, his actions were so childlike that Seraph became worried and feared he had snapped.
"Bakura?" she asked. No reply was given. "Please answer, you have me worried," she prompted. The figure stirred and pulled away from her slightly.
"Seraph? What happened," Ryou muttered.
The demoness shook her head as she began to walk, still carrying the figure even after Ryou had gained control. "He zoned out on me, a painful memory from the past. One he had not shared with me prior to now."
"Can, can I walk on my own?" Ryou asked softly. "Not that I don't appreciate the chance to let someone else move me around, but I feel rather awkward when there's nothing wrong..."
Silently she set him down, her wings were ruffled and she moved her staff from where she had clipped it to her hip. Ryou had grown far more comfortable with her, the long weeks in which Bakura was gone gave him plenty of time to speak to the moping demoness. The teen rubbed the back of his neck before he chanced taking her arm and looping it with his. She seemed to enjoy the contact and he was relived. He knew she and his other half had a strong mental link, so what was now swimming through Bakura's mind was seeping into her own. If she wasn't able to snap Bakura out of the shock he had fallen into, no one would. Ryou sighed softly as he led her back home, he'd figure out how to get her over this new information before letting her take care of Bakura.

Cloey left her shoes at the door before she shuffled into the apartment she and Mai shared. She vowed to one day get away from her annoying sister, this date she set her up on was the last straw. Cloey really should have lied about already having a steady relationship but the thought hadn't occurred to her until now. Cloey grunted as she flopped down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before she made a move for the phone. Her fingers danced over the keypad as she put Naki's number in. The blonde sat back down on her mattress and cleaned under her fingernails absently as the phone rang.
"Hello?" came the groggy reply after the sixth ring.
"Oh Naki, did I wake you? Sorry," Cloey said sheepishly. "But hey, it's only eight pm, what are you doing in bed so soon. Don't you have a life?" the blonde teased.
"Ah, but you stood me up," Naki replied. Even over the phone Cloey could tell the other girl was smiling.
"Tsk, you make it sound like a date. And I could never date you! Not my type," Cloey joked.
"Is there a reason you called?" Naki yawned.
"To blow off a bit of steam. Know how I said Mai wanted to drag me out?"
"Ya-huh."
"Well it was to dinner, with a guy. This annoying American. She then set us up on a date for this Thursday! Gag!" Cloey said in an almost valley girl tone.
"And you couldn't get out of it? I'm surprised at you, miss Kujaku," Naki said in a mock scold.
"I tried, I think Thursday morning I'm just gonna jet and lay low somewhere."
"You're welcome to come here."
"Thanks but no thanks, girlie. Mai would expect me too. Besides, I have other plans," the blonde shrugged.
"Oh, where?" her friend questioned.
"That I can't tell you!" Cloey giggled. "I don't want Mai to annoy the answer out of you, you'll really know nothing this time. Sorry, but it saves us from her boasting about always getting the information she wants."
"I suppose," Naki replied softly. "Um, I don't mean to be rude but if you have nothing else to mention I'd like to go back to bed. I'm really worn out for some reason."
"You aren't getting sick, are you?" Cloey's tone changed to a softer and more serious one at that.
"Nah, I don't think I'm eating right. Energy is just down, that's all."
"Ok... maybe I should have seen if Mai would of allowed you to come with us. We did eat good, I'll admit that much."
"Thanks, but I don't think I could have stood your American `boyfriend' any more than you could," the redhead giggled.
"Why you!" Cloey huffed. "Yeah, go back to bed and sleep off this sudden mean streak you've grown!"
Naki only laughed in return. "Night, Cloe. Talk to you tomorrow."
"Yeah, you take care yourself. Rest well, hope you feel better." With that the blonde hung up. She shrugged and went to get herself ready for bed. Not that she was going to sleep, she just wanted to be ready so once she got bored of lounging around watching TV she could slide under the covers.

The mug in his hands had long since gone cold, Seto didn't care though and raised it to his lips regardless. The tea was still fairly good, even if it was room temperature now. He scanned the papers before him once again, the usual bits. Company profiles, sales, marketing and partnership proposals. He thumbed through them in a bored manner and stacked ones that had higher value in the center of his desk before putting the others in a tray near the upper right corner. The CEO flipped up his laptop again to browse through the charts and graphs that dealt with various things, some from his company and some from the tournament. He sighed and closed it, nothing new and he'd taken care of what needed to be handled earlier. Now he was bored, with so many things to do always it was rare for him to have free time. When he did have it, Seto never knew what to do with it. He abandoned the half empty mug as he rose from his desk and strode to the window. The city was lit up, cars raced by on the streets so far below him and the lights atop high-rise buildings blinked methodically to remind aircraft they were there. He tapped a finger slowly on the glass as his vision stared right past the buildings. His other hand toyed with the cord that held his first item, the Card. Other cords and chains let the Puzzle and Ring dangle from his neck as well. Perhaps everything was getting a bit bulky, but he didn't care. It was his status symbol and he couldn't leave them anywhere, lest they be found and taken. The Rod too was in his possession, but not around his neck. Instead he had it tucked neatly under his belt, far enough in the back so it wouldn't obstruct his arm movement and close enough to the side so he could still sit comfortably. Seto smirked and grunted as he crossed his arms. There were only four more to go. He was quite close to his goal, quite close to what his other half had yearned for. He didn't know why he himself wanted the items, but if making an effort to get them allowed him to stay in control and not his other; then he was all for it. Besides, his second part had little to no regard for his company. If Seto allowed the priest to rule his actions then Kaiba Corp would fall, and he could not allow that to happen. The CEO stretched and pulled the blinds on the window shut. There was no reason for him to stay in his office, Mokuba was probably already asleep by now and he figured he should follow his brother's lead. Seto snagged his long jacket before he shouldered it and strode out of the room.

This was a feeling she couldn't get enough of; the wind racing through her hair and over every bit of her exposed flesh. Flying gave her such freedom, it didn't matter if the air was hot and dry or ice cold like it now was. It was still wonderful. The demoness circled the building she decided to land on, she had been going too fast and couldn't set down quietly at her current speed. Once satisfied she was at a reasonable speed, the purple figure swooped down and wheeled up so her feet could connect with the solid surface of the roof. She crouched with the impact, allowing the action to help absorb the shock. She had come up here to think, Bakura had literally crashed and was fast asleep, Ryou was in control and catching up on what he needed to do. Thus she was left alone, so she came out here to sit and think.

The wind was frigid, she was mentally kicking herself for not taking the time to figure out a way to make a coat to fit her wings. In the mean time, said wings would have to do for now. She wrapped them around her and sat next to a vent like object, it worked as a wind breaker for her and cut off most the chill. It was quiet enough, the elevation was so high that the sounds on the street were minimal; she heard the wind more than anything else. The night was clear, no clouds at all. From here she could actually somewhat see the stars, still the light from below hurt that vision. The demoness sighed and leaned back on her supporting object.
"I hope that memory is what he needs to revive his passion for the Items. It should be, felt like a reminder to me," she murmured to herself. If it didn't re-ignite his thirst, then she didn't know what else would. A flutter of wings interrupted her train of thought. It wasn't a bird, she knew damn well.
"Hope I'm not intruding," the masculine voice said once the owner had landed.
"I am alone, nothing to intrude on," she hissed back.
"Thank god. I've had enough of that for one night and didn't feel like going to another building."

Seraph got up and scowled deeply at the other figure on the roof. He too was a monster, a giant bat to be exact. He gave her a toothy grin and opened an arm like wing.
"Cold?" he asked while motioning her towards him.
"I am fine," she snapped.
"Suit yourself," he shrugged. The cold didn't bother him too much, he had fur to help keep the wind at bay. But the demoness had no hair or fur at all besides that on her head. "Why are you up here, get bored with your lover?" he chided.
"No, he is asleep and Ryou in control of the body. I came here to think." She paused for a moment then raised her voice at him, "I do not need to explain myself to the likes of you, Tyldak! Why are you here?"
"Jounouchi has company," Tyl said with a face.
"Never has that bothered you before. You and your master's friends seem to get along."
"Friend?" Tyl said in a tone Seraph hadn't heard from him before.
"He has a lady in his life now?" she laughed, having taken it that the bat had seen something he didn't want to see.
"No lady," Tyl growled. "Jou's experimenting... some guy named Yugo."
"Yuugi?" Seraph scoffed.
"Yu-GO!" Tyl corrected. "Thank heavens it's not that runt. If he fell for a friend I'd be screwed!" the other monster exclaimed. "And so help me Ra... if you so much as hint at he and I, I will toss you off this roof."
"I was not aware this was something that bothered you so," the demoness grinned.
"Well it does. You think you know a guy. I don't know what to think of him now!" Tyldak muttered.
"He is still the same person as always. I do not see how it matters," Seraph shrugged.
"Oh do you like women too?" Tyl said with a hopeful glance. The demoness responded with a swift kick to the groin.
"No, I do not. But I have nothing against others who prefer the same gender." She stopped there, figured he wasn't listening anyway after she had decked him.
"That really hurt," he said in the classically higher voice.
"That was the point," she smirked. "Tell me, how is Yuugi and the others?" She was genuinely curious, nothing had been heard from them since Kaiba's stunt.
Tyldak became serious as he replied, a sigh was uttered before he ran his wing's thumb digit through his hair. "Yuugi's a mess. He really misses his other half. Anzu, well it's no secrete now. She was madly in love with that old cocker of a Pharaoh. Jounouchi's coping... well he's got Yugo. Guess that's how he's coping. Honda's just... Honda. I hear Mai got over it real fast, sometimes I wonder if she's on drugs to be able to do a one-eighty like that."
"I have seen her, I am amazed as well."
"Dice boy is... twirling his hair like always and that whiny sister of Jou's is getting on my damned nerves. She keeps asking me if I'm ok. Hey, I wasn't attached to the Pharaoh and don't give a rat's ass about him. He didn't like me anyway."
"He seems to have this thing against free monsters," Seraph snorted.
"I can tell you one thing. I am torn on this issue," Tyldak murmured with his head lowered. "Seto's other half was my old master. And I kind of feel obligated to return to him. But I vowed my services to Jounouchi when you and your bastard of a master started causing trouble. My contract with the Priest is over because he was technically dead and let me go."
"Stay where you are, the Priest has all three gods on his side. I think he is covered."
"Yeah, I heard Osiris wiped the floor with you. What's it like being bitch slapped by a god?"
Seraph hissed and simply knocked him off the roof. He had made the mistake of standing near the ledge.
The bat fluttered back up and laughed at her. "Well that wasn't bad at all!" he called over the wind. "But I can take a hint. I'm outta here," he muttered before flying off.
"As am I," Seraph said to herself. "I think I have had enough time to myself." She had a sudden thought on how Seto had one other monster under his control, the one bound to the Rod. Lilith must be in a rage by now, she was very fond of Malik even if he didn't return her feelings. Seraph had to smile, maybe Seto would be catching hell from the water witch soon.