~*Rebellion*~

Three months later…

            Time passed by as the relationship between Ryou and Miyako grew. Both of them have grown quite fond of each other. The two were sitting on one of the high tree branches gazing at the view below.

            "So…" Miyako looked up at Ryou curiously. "Why'd you bring me up here Ryou?"

            "Well…" Ryou scratched his head nervously. "You know how all this time we've been hanging around with each other and building up a certain conflict with the school?"

            Miyako nodded. "Yeah…it's as if the students want to break us up. So what about it?"

            He beckoned her closer. "Come closer and I'll tell you."

            "Ok." Miyako smiled scooting a bit closer to him. "What have you wanted tell me?"

            "Close your eyes." He grinned.

            "What's going on?" she laughed.

            "You'll see." That grin never left his face. Miyako closed her eyes. Soon, he leaned forward and softly kissed her on the lips before pulling away. She opened her eyes, surprised at what just happened, her face blushing.

            "Wow…I mean…wow."

            "Did you like that?"

            "Are you saying that you like me?"

            "Oh, no." Ryou smiled. "It's not like my dear, it's love."

            "Wow…well…I….I um…" Miyako didn't know what else to say.

            "You don't have to tell me," he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. "Just say whether you want me or not."

            "Of course I want you!" she cried happily. "You're the only friend I ever have."

            "I'm glad to hear you say that," he smiled, kissing her on the forehead. "But do you want to be just friends or more than that?"

            "Well…" Miyako thought about it for a long time. "Perhaps we can be just more than friends."

            "I'll make your whole life as happy as possible." He kissed her once more, sitting her on his lap. "I can promise you that."

            Joey was sitting in his room, typing e-mail on his laptop to Yugi who has been in Hong Kong for quite some time.

            "Man, this is getting boring." He muttered as he finally sent his e-mail and close down all the programs. "I better get something to eat." He then stood up, slowly making his way out the door when a piercing sound rang from his computer.

            "Yowza!" he covered his ears. "What kind of noise is that?" he turned to his computer, noticing that it was blinking on and off. "What's going on?" the sound completely disappeared. "Man, this computer's new too." Suddenly, a familiar person popped at the screen. Joey was shocked at what he saw. "Oh god! Yami?!?"

            "Joey." He smirked slightly.

            "But…how…I thought you were dead." His voice shook with fear.

            "Of course I am."

            "Then…then there's no way you can be on the screen."

            "Joey…"

            "You know what? Maybe I'm just imagining things." He closed his laptop, making his way out of the room. "Maybe I'm just imagining things." He closed his laptop, making his way out the room. "Man, that was freaky. There's no such thing as ghosts. It can't be. It just can't be." He then went to the kitchen making a sandwich before returning to the living room, picking up the remote. "Ah, some TV will get my mind at ease." He switched it on putting it to his favorite channel. "Ah, there we go. Spongebob SquarePants is on." He bit into his sandwich.

            "Wrong again Joey." The same familiar voice called out.

            Joey choked on his food, looking up at the screen, seeing Yami once more. "Not again! What's going on? How can you be doing that? There's just no way!"

            "The dead can do wonders."

            "Oh yeah? The living is wondering how you can be dead and on my TV at the same time?

            "Our souls have not gone to the next world."

            "Yami, this is getting freaky!" he picked up the remote.

            "I wouldn't pull off any stunts Joey. You won't be able to turn off your TV."

            Joey's fingers gripped onto the remote, trying to switch the channels but Yami was still there. "What do you want?"

            "Calm down Joey, I'm not here to hurt you."

            "Then what are you here for?"

            "Look Joey, about Miyako…"

            "She's doing fine Yami."

            "That's what worries me. It's just….about her new friend…"

            "Yeah…so what about it?"

            "You notice he looks a lot like Bakura."

            "Yeah but when I asked him that, he said he wasn't anywhere related to him."

            "As usual, Bakura is being himself manipulative self."

            "I knew it! That two-time son of a…" he pounded his fist on the wall. "I'm gonna take care of him."

            "Now isn't a good time!"

            "I remember! Since she knows the dark arts, she can detect Bakura from her friend and realize Ryou is Bakura all along."

            "Unfortunately, she didn't."

            "Huh? But…I mean…" Joey was at a loss for words.

            "She only believes that the spirit of Bakura has claimed her friend. Bakura has some sort of charm he's wearing that's blocking off the scent of a demon."       

            "That guy is sick. Trying to take back his own daughter and cause chaos in this world."

            "It's not looking so good, seeing their relationship has gone beyond friendship."

            "What can I do?"

            "Keep her away from her new friend as much as you can. But don't be so over protective of her. Otherwise a conflict will build up. Remember, she's a sensitive child.

            "Got ya!" Joey grinned. He then headed towards the door.

            "I wouldn't go outside if I were you."

            "What do you mean/" Joey opened the door seeing Miyako and Ryou kissing each other. He let out a scream. The two were startled as they looked down at him.

            "Uh-oh." Miyako breathed in Ryou's ear.

            Damn you Joey, Bakura sneered, looking down at him.

            "Miyako explain yourself." Joey clenched his fight tightly.

            "I love him." She managed to choke out.

            "You what?"

            Ryou looked down at Joey, smirking. Closing his eyes, he then spoke through his mind. I know you can speak with me with your puny head.

            Joey's eyes widened, looking up at Ryou. Bakura! You twisted bastard. You dare hurt Miyako and I…

            You're nothing but an arrogant moral. Ryou smirked. With Yami and Tea gone, I will cause chaos in this realm.

            Miyako will kill you! He then looked up at Miyako. "Miya-chan, stay away from Ryou! I think you two had enough necking for a lifetime.

            Miyako was mad. "Uncle Joey! How dare you say that!"

            "Well…well…you're still young. You don't even know if you were meant for one another. You two aren't even mature for crying out loud."

            "Oh? So you're saying I'm immature, uncle?" she jumped off the tree going in the house.

            "No, it's not that Miyako." Joey followed her behind. "Just because your parents were like that don't mean you gotta be.

            Miyako glared at Joey. "It's because I practice the dark arts huh? She then went to her room, grabbing a suitcase, tossing clothes, her book of dark arts and the rod of Isis inside.

            "No!" Joey insisted. "It's not like that at all." He watched her packing. "Miyako? Miyako what are you doing?"

            "Why do you care? You don't understand," she was close to crying, tears streaming down her face. "Ryou was my only friend."

            "Miyako, stop this!" he tried to grab the suitcase away from her.

            "I hate you, you son of a bitch!" she screamed as loud as she could. She then held out her hand. "Reaper Hold!" she then caused Joey to fly to the wall, a force holding him there. She picked up her bags and left the room.

            "Goodbye, my uncle." She smirked.

            "Miyako don't go!" soon, he heard the motorcycle running, and through h the window, he saw Miyako riding off.

~*To Be Continued*~