Sarah: 63 reviews! OMG, I might even break 100! OO!!!!!! This is a foreign concept to me! WOW!!!! Anyway, I bring one of my favorite baddies into this chapter! Drumroll, please!
Jou/Mokuba: pound a drumroll on the table

Sarah: Everyone welcome…. BAKURA!!!!

Bakura: appears and promptly steals Sarah's soul

Mokuba: OO! Bakura!

Bakura: What?
Jou: Don't make us call Sarah's boyfriend.

Bakura: You wouldn't.

Mokuba: We would…
Bakura: . You're bluff…

Jou/Mokuba: YAMI!!!!

Yami: appears, puzzle glowing You've got five seconds… three have passed.

Bakura: runs!

Yami: MIND CRUSH!!!!

Bakura: falls

Mokuba: Um… maybe you should have waited until AFTER her restored Sarah… On to chapter thirteen?

"Night, Niisama!"

"Night, Sonkei!" Seto looked up from his computer, confused.

"Goodnight?" He looked up at a clock. "It's only seven 'o clock," he said aloud, but to himself. "They don't go to be until ten…" Now that he thought about it, Mokuba and Saya had been going to bed earlier lately- usually they were playing videogames until Seto finally unplugged the machine. Curious, he went up the stairs to see what was going on.

"Okay Koujo!" he heard Mokuba say from inside Saya's room. "We're ready!" His curiosity getting the better of him, Seto opened Saya's door a crack and looked inside. Mokuba was on her bed, leaning against Moku-bear. Saya was in his lap, her right arm, still in her blue cast, was wrapped around Seto-ryu. Both looked extremely excited about something.

"What in the world..." Suddenly, as if responding to Seto's confusion, Koujo appeared in front of the two children, seating herself in the rocking chair next to Saya's bed.

"Well," she said with a smile. "What shall it be tonight?"

"Make it a good one, Koujo!" Mokuba said.

"Yeah, a good one!" Saya echoed, widening Koujo's smile.

"I thought you said I always have good ones."

"You do!" Koujo laughed for a moment, then bit her bottom lip, thinking.

"I know of one," she said finally, then raised her voice. "And you're welcome to come in and listen, Kaiba."

How did she know I was here? he asked Sorcerer.

She has a sixth sense about these things, came the reply. Trust me, it's annoying as hell. Seto pushed open the door.

"Listen to what?"

"Your siblings have become quite attached to my stories," Koujo replied. "They come up and listen every night."

"So," thought Seto. "That's why they've been going to bed early…"

"Come on in," she continued. "You might enjoy one as well." Saya nodded eagerly.

"Come on, Sonkei!" Seto let out a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Go on Koujo!" Koujo chuckled and nodded her head.

"All right- when I was younger, about Mokuba's age, Onshii and Dad took me to see one of the great Pyramids....

And so, the story begins, five-thousand years ago…

"Are you ready, Koujo?" asked Yami. Ten-year-old Koujo looked up at her father and nodded eagerly. She'd been looking forward to this all week.

"Yup!" she exclaimed happily, her eyes not daring to meet Sorcerer's. She had made him angry during her lessons that day…

"Why was he mad at you, Koujo?" Mokuba asked. Koujo's reply was a soft mutter.

"Come again?" asked Seto. She looked up at him scowling.

"I summoned the Blue-Eyes White Dragon," she replied. "That's a big no-no with Onshii." Seto burst out laughing. "It's NOT funny! I heard words that day I never knew existed!" She sighed. "Anyway, we got inside the Pyramids and I had become engrossed in reading the hieroglyphics…"

            "Koujo, don't wander off," Yami called as she walked down the halls, reading what was drawn on the walls.

            "Uh-huh," came the reply, but the young princess continued to walk down into the pyramids. Sorcerer muttered something- Yami managed to pick out the words "damn fool child."

            "Oh come now, Seto," he said with a smile. "She's adorable." Sorcerer looked him.

            "Oh yes, adorable," he admitted. "As adorable as black cobra." Koujo, meanwhile, had found her way into a burial chamber, still interested in the writings on the wall.

"Hmm," she said, still reading. "'The Pharaoh of the Shadow games shall triumph over the darkness…'" She was about to read on, when she heard a voice behind her.

"He wishes." Koujo turned around slowly…

 "Who was it, Koujo?" Saya asked eagerly, her little eyes as wide as they could go." Koujo chuckled.

"If you'll calm down, Asayake, I'll tell you."

Koujo turned around slowly, her eyes instantly widening at the man behind her. He had slivery white hair that spiked out around the sides and brown eyes that seemed to look directly into Koujo's soul. Around his neck was a gold ring with spikes dangling from it. In the center was a golden triangle with the eye of Horus engraved in it…

"Hold it," Seto said suddenly. "That sounds like Bakura…" Koujo began to clap her hands, sarcastically.

"Very good, Kaiba."

"Well, well," he said. "What do we have here?" Koujo smiled sweetly and started to back away.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I must have the wrong tomb.... bye!" She turned around and darted towards the door. Bakura smirked as his Millennium Ring began to glow.

"I don't think so, girl!" Koujo froze in her tracks, unable to move.

"Who are you?" she yelled, struggling to run away. "What do you want?"

"Why do people always ask that?" asked Mokuba. Koujo shrugged.

"It's a general question everyone wants answered."

"You're the Pharaoh's daughter, aren't you?" asked Bakura, walking around to the front of her.

"You better let me go!" Koujo cried, avoiding his question. Bakura's eyes narrowed.

"Why should I?"

"Because Onsh…" About then, Koujo remembered that Sorcerer was still mad at her. "That's a good question... let me go, I'll think of an answer and get back to you." Bakura snatched her arm. "Let me go!"

"Where was Phara' Yami 'n Sorcerer?" asked Saya, worriedly.

"They're coming," Koujo reassured her.

Koujo continued to struggle with Bakura, thrashing as hard as she could. Bakura just grinned at her.

"Go on, yell," he encouraged her.

"No."

"Why not?" Koujo looked up at him, smirking.

"Because," she said. "That's what you want me to do- I never do ANYTHING anyone wants me to do." Bakura narrowed his eyes.

"Then keep quiet." Koujo's smirk turned to a sly smile.

"No. I'm not gonna keep quiet. I'm just gonna talk and talk and talk and talk and talk..." She kept going and after a moment she began to get on Bakura's nerves, prompting him to slap her. Koujo winced. "And talk and talk and talk…:

"You like pushing your luck, don't you?" asked Mokuba. Koujo nodded, smiling.

"Every chance I get." Seto rolled his eyes.

"What happened next?" he asked, hating to admit that he was interested in the story. Koujo looked over at him.

"Well, I continued to push my luck with Bakura…"

"SHUT UP!" Bakura slammed Koujo against the wall, holding her there. "Shut up, NOW!" Koujo narrowed her eyes, then smirked.

"And talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk…" Bakura put his hands around her throat, squeezing tight. Koujo's eyes widened as she felt her lungs burn for the lack of air.

"Daddy…"

"Koujo," Saya said suddenly. "Is this how you died?" Koujo hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"No, Saya," she replied. "But… but, sometimes… I wish it was."

"TOMB ROBBER!" Bakura turned towards the door, smiling. Yami was standing there, Sorcerer behind him.

"Ah, Pharaoh," said Bakura, dropping Koujo to the floor. She gasped for air and tried to pull herself over to her father. Before she could move an inch, two chains came out of nowhere, binding her wrists and ankles to a stone tablet that appeared as suddenly as the chains. (A.N: Holding Arms and Legs and that stone thingy, which name escapes me ;;;) Koujo let out a frightened cry and thrashed, trying to free herself. She felt the cuffs tighten, making her cry out louder.

"Koujo!" yelled Yami, eyes narrowing. "Bakura, what are you doing?!" Bakura looked at him like that was the dumbest question on earth.

"Torturing her, what does it look like?" Koujo's eyes narrowed.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch!"

"'Son of a bitch' being another of my newly learned phrases…" Koujo said with a smile.

Yami turned his attention to Bakura. Suddenly, the Millennium Puzzle began to glow wildly and his eyes turned cold and dark. Koujo had never seen him like this before… it scared her. Sorcerer's eyes widened- he'd never seen Yami like this either.

"Pharaoh?" he asked. Yami looked over at him.

"Stay back and let me handle him."

"Daddy," Koujo said softly, wondering what was going on with her father. He looked so cold…

"You've started a Shadow Game, Bakura," Yami said as he gestured to Holding Arms and Legs that bound his daughter. "That was your biggest mistake."

"You were scared of him?" asked Saya. Koujo nodded. "But why? He was your dad." Koujo looked Seto in the eyes.

"You don't know fear," she said, "until you've looked into his eyes when he's like that." Koujo was surprised to see Seto agree.

"I've looked at it a lot," he admitted. "He saves that look for me." He looked up at the clock- it was after ten. "Time for bed, you two. I'm taking you to Kaiba land tomorrow, remember?" Mokuba and Saya nodded eagerly. Koujo smiled.

"I'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow," she promised. "Goodnight."