Hey there! I've been at the waiting room of my doctor when this idea popped out of my mind. Good I always have a little book with me where I can write my thoughts.

To Molly-chan: Apologizes to the devil! I'm sorry! *bows* Yeah well, they're maybe stuck there (I wish I could see that T.T) but the damn telestation here in Germany, it's called RTL2, by the way, didn't translate the new episodes yet, so they repeated everything on from Duelist Kingdom, and they're on Battle City right now (again. . . ) and they didn't even finished Battle City properly!!! I'm depressed *sniffles*

To Lee Elven Protector: Hey ho ^-^ Well, now you told me that you changed the name *g* I'm glad you liked the previous chapter.

To Fluffy: He hates it, too, trust me ^-^

To GraveRobbers Aman: Of course I followed the law, how could I not? *g* I'll keep updating, getting reviews is fun; I'm soo happy every time I receive one! And Yami's mean because he's supposed to be the "bad guy" in this fic ^-^ But please don't hurt him, he's just an actor I begged to act evil for this fic. . .

Yami: *smiles* Yep, I'm not evil at all. . . *pokes Bakura in the eye*

Bakura: OW!!

To little-kat-girl: I'm so sorry for making Yami a baka. . . though I guess it's quite sexy that he's mean now *mumbles* *cough* Anyways! *hugs* Thank you! And thank you for the vurtal sushie *jumps up and down* **

Something in my head clicked, and I knew I had to scream if I wanted to be prevented from upcoming nightmares, if that was possible anyway. Seeing my apartment a total mess, everything I loved destroyed, the cleaning lady who had been the only person noticing me for years dead, the awaited scream raised in my throat, but before it could escape my mouth, a trembling hand covered my lips.

"Don't.", Anzu whispered, and much to my disappointment she sounded terrified. She was supposed to protect me, wasn't she, she couldn't be scared! "We have to get out of here." "But. . . my clothes. . . "

"I'll buy you new clothes! We have to get back to Headquarters now!!" My throat ached from repressed tears. I wanted the photographs of my sister! Now!

Just then shadows appeared around us, rising up from the ground and causing Anzu to yelp. "Oh Ra damns it. . . ", she murmured. "Not this. . . please. . . " I didn't know why she begged the shadows to go away, because shadows can't hear you, can they? She grabbed her weapon and unsheathed it from her belt and hold me closer, shoving me behind her slightly as Bakura had done back then to protect me from Yami.

This wasn't my beloved apartment anymore when the shadows covered us and everything went dark besides some dim lights from below our feet. Looking up I saw Anzu was frantic; she pointed the weapon in every direction with an outstretched arm, the free arm around my shoulders. Her heart was beating fast, I could feel it. I didn't know what she was afraid of, until a dark, familiar voice spoke softly with a hint of amusement.

"Glad you followed your invitation. . . " I jumped slightly, but the girl next to me pointed the weapon, which I recognized as the same type I had tried first (and I was really amazed she could carry it that long with an outstretched arm without seeming to get tired), into the darkness in front of us. Her eyes had darkened a bit and were flashing with anger. She cursed in Egyptian.

"Ouch, that hurt, honey. . . are you really going to shoot me?" Yami appeared just in front of her, holding her arm on the wrist, and she blinked as the spiky haired boy was only inches away from her. He grinned, and I found he did it in a rather seductive way. But I was clever enough to stay put behind Anzu and lead as less as possible attention on me.

"No, I won't.", she finally said, after what seemed a bit of eternity," I'm not sure if you're still human enough to die, and I'm not going to waste ammo on you." Yami chuckled. I just stared at her; I didn't know she could be as cold as Seto. Yami's gaze dropped on me, causing me to flinch slightly. He grinned again, and then looked back into Anzu's eyes. How could he stand it? Her once-cerulean orbs were nearly royal blue and filled with hatred.

"That's my girl. D'you know why I brought you here?" She just sighed and cleared her throat.

"Firstly, I'm NOT your girl. Secondly, I'll never be. And thirdly, I demand to know why exactly you brought us to the Shadow Realm, and what business do you have with us."

Yami was quiet for a couple of seconds. "I'm not sure if you're in the position to demand, dear, but anyways, I'll answer your questions, just because we are -friends-." He emphasized the last word mockingly. "I have no business with you so far, but I do know Bakura cares for you, and for the boy in his own disturbed little way, so I guessed I'd do what I can do best. . . and that is to hurt Bakura."

I felt Anzu stiffen. Obviously she was shocked, but tried to hide it, what made Yami chuckle again. "You know you're beautiful, right? Both of you.", he whispered. The girl didn't seem impressed; but I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I guess that's why he loves you. He didn't love Kristin back then because she was nice, and caring, no, he loved her because she was beautiful." He paused for a moment and watched my stunned expression.

"I can't think of any other reasons to love an annoying, useless assassin who's unable to kill, and an even more useless, guard-needing brat. I guess I should let you stay here for a while, and watch Bakura's pain when he finds out that he's unable to help you. . . " His voice was still soft. Anzu snapped out of her trance-like state and fired back, almost growling.

"The deepest circle of hell is meant for traitors", she spat out. Yami just smiled. "You don't know hell. . . yet." He clicked his fingers, and she was gone. . . with all the hopes I had left. "Now's just you and me, brat. . . " "I. . . I wanna go home.", I said meekly. He laughed.

"I think that's not possible. The time here's running slower than on earth, it's almost evening there. I just hope Bakura's worried about you; but let's see." He clicked his fingers again, and within the darkness, a kind of a silver screen appeared. There was Bakura, who walked up and down with his arms crossed behind his back. He was watched by Mariku, who looked slightly worried, too. "You're going to break the ground if you keep walking like that.", he muttered. "Like I care. . . They should be back by now!"

"M-hm. You're right. Did you ever thought of the idea to go to Ryou's apartment and seek them?" Bakura's head snapped up. "No." Next to me, Yami chuckled. "Of course he didn't. . . Baka no Bakura.", he almost purred. I scowled at him, but returned my view to the screen quickly. "Hey, do that again. . . "

"Huh??" I flinched as I felt arms wrapping around my waist. "Let go!" "No, I think I won't. . . " It didn't matter how much I struggled, Yami only held me closer, until I finally gave up to catch breath. "Now that's a good boy. . . ", he purred way to near at my ear. I could almost feel his lips brushing against my ear shell and quickly threw my head to the side so he couldn't do that again; and guess what, he didn't. Instead, he ran the tip of his tongue over my neck, touching really sensitive spots by doing so. I shivered. "LET GO!"

I flinched as I heard my own voice coming from the screen. Bakura's head snapped up again, and he let out a low growl before he disappeared. "Seems like he finally noticed.", Yami breathed. "But it doesn't seem to me like he's going to find you, ne?"

"Wrong.", a cold voice said as I had given up my last hopes. Yami didn't remove his lips from my neck, what was slightly disturbing; on the other side, I couldn't deny that it felt kinda nice. My heart gave a jolt; Bakura stepped into the dim light, carrying an unconscious Anzu over his shoulder. "Let go of the kid."

"Well, I guess I won't. . . it feels good to have him helplessly in my arms." I glared. I wasn't helpless at all" Uh, well. . . maybe a little.

"Bastard. Does Yuugi know you're cheating on him?" "Not at all, for I'm not cheating. I'm just playing with your toy to make you jealous."

Bakura glared. "Try something else. The kid doesn't mean anything to me." Ouch. . . that hurt. It really did. I felt tears in my eyes, but I didn't want to cry in front of them all because some sentence Bakura obviously said only to rescue me.

"See, Ryou, I told you. . . ", Yami whispered into my ear. "You don't mean anything to him. Why don't you come with me? He doesn't even called you by your name once." The worst thing was Yami was right. Bakura treated me either as a child or he ignored me completely. It didn't matter to him how much I did for his attention.

My gaze fell onto Anzu's body trapped over his right shoulder; one of her arms hang limp down Bakura's chest, the other one was wrapped around his neck and hold at the place by the wrist. Her face showed concern, though her eyes were closed.

"What did you do to her?", I murmured. "Nothing, Ryou. Nothing.", Yami answered. I locked my gaze with Bakura's. Though his face didn't change his stony expression, there was something within these crimson orbs that begged me to follow him. "What do you want, Ryou?", Yami asked me. I could tell he was smirking at Bakura over my shoulder.

"I. . . I want you. . . " Bakura's eyes widened a bit, and Yami loosened his grip around my waist. His smirk turned into a triumphantly grin.

"I want you. . . to let go of me NOW!!" My voice became stronger and clearer, and I pried his arms off me just to take the few steps to Bakura's outstretched hand. Now it was his turn to smirk at Yami, who was left behind stunned, while the white-haired youth brought us back to earth immediately.

I blinked, and smiled, for being back at the living room. Bakura laid Anzu down on the couch carefully and ordered Shizuka to take care of her, then turned to me.

"I need to talk to you."

**

Ta-da!! Another Cliffie! And, just to make it clear, Yami doesn't like Ryou or something. That was a trick to get him for his own company and to hurt Bakura more than ever. Of course Yami's staying with Yuugi, for they're soo cute together ^-^ Bye-bye