Yessss ^-^ I'm not allowed to go to school 'til Thursday! Yay! That means, another chapter every day until that.

To Molly-chan: Argh, I'm sorry! I updated last chapter about two minutes before I received the email with your review, so I couldn't thank you back then! But I do now. Thanks! *hands out a cookie* Damn author/ess thing, ne? I'm glad I'm not the only one with it though. . . And why do you think Ryou's lucky? Well I wouldn't want to change positions with him right now. . . Nah, of course I would T.T

To Afevis: Ohh yes, they're going to jump ^-^ It's not too bad. . .

To Fluffylittledragon: Poor Yami no Fluffy. . . *hands out Bakura-plushies to both*

To Kanberry: Thank you ^-^ I'm glad you like it.

To little-kat-girl: Hey, he has to rescue Isis. . . isn't that a reason? *g* And of course he has to jump because he's very near Bakura now.

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From previous chapter:

We weren't supposed to jump out of the helicopter, were we?

Were we??

** Well, let me tell you something. . . we were. Bakura opened a trap, and grabbed some kind of bag pack, which he fastened on my back. He wasn't very gentle. In fact, it hurt. Anzu smiled sympathetically at me as she fastened her own, and Shizuka gave me a thumbs-up. I gulped, looking up in Bakura's face. His expression didn't change from when he stormed out of the locating room earlier, but it had a sulking hint and something within his eyes that seemed like concern.

"Did you ever used something like that?", he asked. I shook my head, trapped in his eyes. He sighed, shoving me towards Anzu. "Go tell him how to use." She glared at him, but she smiled when she eyed me.

"Look, you just have to jump and then pull that one. . . it's a bit difficult to control once the wings are open, so I thought Bakura would give you a ride." It was his turn to glare. I didn't want to make him angry. . . but before I could say anything, he pulled me to him and removed the bag pack from my back.

The next thing I knew was that I was about to faint when I stood at the trap, tied at Bakura, cold wind running through my hair and burning in my eyes. "You don't have to be afraid, you know.", Bakura's voice said quietly, hot breath grazing my ear, causing me to shiver slightly.

"I'm . . . not.", I managed to say. "Well, then let's go." He let himself fall forward, shoving me with him, and outstretched his arms as he did. The wind blew harder, and I guess my hair was in Bakura's face. My eyes were tearstained, I stifled a scream because of the world rushing towards us, becoming clearer and nearer with every second that passed. . .

Then something stopped us. In fact, we were hovering. I looked up and saw Anzu and Shizuka next to us, with large black wings erupting from their shoulders and holding them in midair. Horror struck I fixed my gaze at Bakura's own wings. What were they, demons??

The answer was easy to find. . . Shizuka gave Bakura a small nod, and holding to the wings with both hands, she grabbed the embedded joysticks. Anzu did the same, and they flew off, small and barely visible rocket propulsions built in the wings. So they were technical; but what had I expected? Of course they were. Bakura laid one arm around my waist to hold me more comfortable in place and directed with the other, free hand. I watched the sea beneath us, dark blue waves moving silently, reflecting the royal blue sky above. There were no stars that night.

As I still wondered if they were supposed to be demon's wings or fallen angel's, the land came in sight, and with that, the lights of a large city, too. Tokyo. We flew over the water now, Shizuka in front of us, Anzu behind, and I could have touched the waves if I had stretched out my hand. Of course I wouldn't; the water was icy in January. So was the air, and I wondered why Bakura and the girls didn't shiver like I did in this kind of clothing. Sure, my back was warm because it laid on Bakura's body, and something warm filled my chest what I assigned to be some kind of relief for not being abandoned. My eyes were still watery though, and I felt goose bumps on my body.

Another couple of minutes passed, and finally we landed on top of a really large building. The wings were packed into the bag packs again, and we entered after another two minutes, because Bakura had to find out the code first. I wondered where he had learned thinking and combining that fast, he only needed four tries. It was dark and quiet inside.

I kept following Bakura, staying as close as possible to him. The girls were behind me. And the corridors were endless.

Bakura stopped dead at a cross-way, and I bumped into him. "Ouch. . . " He turned to me, placing a hand over my mouth. "Ra damn, kid, be quiet. . . ", he whispered vividly. I nodded, and he removed his hand. . . but somewhere at the end of the corridor we just had passed, a sound was heard. Like shuffling steps, slow, but moving towards us. Shizuka quickly removed a strange looking weapon from her belt, followed by Anzu. "You guys go and find her. We take care of these zombies."

"Zombies??"; I whispered as Bakura dragged me along, deciding we should take the left corridor. "Yeah, zombies. You never heard of them, kid? In old days they were dreaded. It's not bad having some around, they take care nobody unwanted enters your house. . . "

"Unwanted like we are. . . ", I mumbled. Bakura shot me a quick glance before stopping at another door. He frantically typed on the block next to the door, as if he were in a hurry. "What's going on?" I asked panic, as a muffled scream was heard.

"Ra dammit", Bakura growled, as the second try was wrong too. "Seems like there are more than they can handle." He dropped his gaze from the block, lifting his left forearm, and typing onto his clock. A small monitor erupted out of it, and Shizuka's exhausted face came in view. "What's up?"

"Get out of here NOW", Bakura snarled. "We found the room, and we follow once we got Isis out of here." "But-" "No buts this time, Katsuya!!" Shizuka gave a quick nod, obviously not happy with the situation, and the monitor returned to Bakura's clock.

"Uhm. . . Bakura?", I started, pointing into the darkness of the corridor behind us. The shuffling steps were there again. "Dammit!", he cursed, typing another code into the block. Then the steps stopped dead, and new ones were heard. . . slow, clear, and pure evil to my mind. "So, if that isn't you again. . . ", a slightly cold, dark voice said amused. Bakura growled and turned around, facing the person coming into view. I saw spiky hair, some strands falling into a quite handsome face with dark purple, cold eyes, and way too many buckles a single person could ever wear.

".Bakura.", the boy continued softly. His gaze grazed me. "And you've got someone with you. . . what kind is it this time, friend, relative, lover, or partner?" I felt a slight blush creeping up my cheeks; I didn't consider me anything of it all by now.

"Shut the hell up, Yami", Bakura growled, glaring at the boy, who had one hand buried into the bag of his pants casually. Yami, the so-called, just grinned. "And why should I? Because you tell me to? No, I don't think so." Again, his cold-eyed glance laid upon me, and I felt Bakura shoving me behind himself.

"So I assume it's a lover this time. Hey, what about a duel? I challenge you." Bakura growled even louder. "And why should I accept?" Yami's grin widened.

"Because the input is the kid you try to protect at the moment."

"You can't decide this. Anyways, I accept." I stared up at him. That couldn't be happening! Bakura was playing a stupid game while he should rescue Isis??

"I need you to hack the code and get her out", he whispered to me, barely moving his lips and not breaking eye-contact with Yami. I clutched his arm in agreement. . . and while he took a few steps forward to challenge Yami, I crept to the door and faced the block. I didn't know what they were playing, but I heard some mumbles in a foreign language which I considered as Egyptian. . . I didn't take time to try and understand what they were mumbling at each other, and started typing.

It wasn't that hard, I noticed, and after a few tries the door slid open quietly. There was a bed room behind it, with a single window, where a woman sat and watched the sky thoughtfully. Glancing shortly at the two boys, I went into the room and shyly stopped behind the woman.

"Excuse me. . . ?", I said, and she whipped around. If that was Malik's older sister, the siblings doesn't resembled each other, besides the tanned skin. This girl -if it was right to call her "girl", because she seemed to be at the age of twenty or something like that- had long, black hair which laid like a curtain on her back, and stunning aquamarine blue eyes.

"And you are. . . ?", she said softly. I gulped. "Ryou. . . you're Isis, right?" "Why, yes. How come you know my name?" Though her voice was cool and calm, she seemed nice.

"There's no time to explain, I've gotta get you out of here, like Bakura told me."

"You're with Bakura?" A slight hint of surprise shone within her eyes, and I nodded. "He's challenging that boy, Yami, at a duel or stuff. . . " The surprise was gone and replaced through pure shock. "Again??" She stormed out of the room, and I could only follow her. I pouted inward; I was supposed to rescue her, she wasn't supposed to leave on her own!

By the time I reached the door, everything was over yet. Bakura was on his knees, Yami was grinning, Isis was shouting, and the window at the end of the corridor suddenly splintered and loud 'bangs' from Anzu's and Shizuka's weapons were heard. Hadn't Bakura told them to leave? And why was Isis facing Yami with such a mournful expression? Oh well. . . I didn't found out this night, because everything went dark before my eyes.

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Yay! That was action! (Uh, maybe not.) But I always wanted to write a scene like that!