Disclaimer: I do not own Seto etc...Only wish I did...v.v...It's not fair...

Seto: Be grateful! You have the privilege of me living here don't you?

Me: You're only here cuz he's here! -Jerks thumb at ???-

Seto: You're wrong. I could care less if he's here. -Crosses arms- what makes you think any of you are important enough to waste my time?

???: -Pouts- but...Seto...I thought...-looking down-

Seto: SHUT UP! -Glares- I don't care what you thought!

Me: Kaiba you ass! -Looks to???- Oh cheer up! He's only acting tough because they're "watching".

???: Really? -Doubtful-

Seto: NO! Don't get your hopes up you fool!

???: Fine you jerk off! You can stay on your own cuz I'm leaving! -Storms off in an angry rage-

Seto:.0.0.-under breath-….. Shit………-follows after??? Then turns to me- and you! Don't you think you should start writing now?

Me: That I shall, but...Kaiba?

Seto: What now? -Annoyed-

Me: -raises right hand smiling evilly- I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me Kami! -Takes one look at Kaiba's face and starts running from one very pissed C.E.O-

Seto: YOU WOULDN'T DARE!

Me: Wouldn't I? -Feigned innocence and keeps running- Hey Mokuba?

Mokie: Yes Karyana? -Stands at attention and solutes me-

Me: Could you write while I dictate? Seto's being mean.

Mokie: Yes ma'am! -Giggles at the horrified expression on Seto's face-

Me: What's a matter Kaiba? Don't want baby brother to know what you've been up to? -Taunting and laughing as Kaiba's face grows bright red-

Seto: FINE! Tell the damned story already! ...-Mumbles under breath- someday I'll get you for this...-stands with back to a wall and arms folded, looking very PO-ed.

Chp 1-Bakura? Now I'm really confused...

(From Joey's point of View)

"It's a perfectly normal night...the moon is shining, the stars are out...It's Saturday...and I'm BORED!" Joey says as he angrily kicks a rock across to the other side of the park.

"All my friends are doin' sumthin. Yugi's showin' that Yami guy around, Mai, Serenity and Tea are having a girls only sleep-over, Duke and Tristan are at the movies hoping to meet the girls...They'd better stay away from my sister!" Joey yelled, shaking his fist at the sky.

v.v... Joey sighs and looks up at the sky. "Everyone but me has Saturday night plans! What am I supposed to do? Sit around and be bored?" Joey asked no one in particular. He continued walking with his arms behind his head, looking up at the stars.

THUMP.

"Watch it you little pipsqueak!" yelled Marik.

"Why don't you! I was walking here, psycho-freak!"

"Well if you want to walk that way you'll have to get in line shrimp!" Marik said, eyes glowing dangerously.

"Or what? You gonna call the cops?" Joey replied sarcastically.

"No, but I will tear you to pieces and leave you here for the dogs!" Marik replied holding up his Millennium Rod, which really looked more like an axe right now.

"What are you in line for anyway? A haircut?" Joey asked sarcastically since he had nothing else to say.

"No you fool, Bakura returned from his trip to Egypt, and he has treasures wanted by all the black market! So if you wanna buy something, which I doubt you're smart enough to do Wheeler, then get in line! Or else..." he added threateningly as he lifted the Millennium Rod.

"Say what!? Bakura...Bakura! He wouldn't..." Joey stuttered amazed to hear that his shy, quit and seemingly innocent school friend would be involved in the Black Market. He snuck closer trying to catch a glimpse of the person in the dark shadows of the alleyway, but to no avail. Could this really be Ryou Bakura? The one who always smiled and rarely spoke? It couldn't be...

Joey snuck a little closer, still trying to see who this mystery person really was. He simply refused to believe that Ryou was part of the black market, I mean how could such an innocent smile hide such an incriminating hobby? As Joey approached the alley he saw white hair. Yeah, the guy looked like Bakura al right, but he looked different too. His white hair was spikier for one thing. Plus Ryou had innocent light blue eyes, this man had deep dark blue eyes rimmed with traces of red. Eyes that hid a thousand secrets too horrible for any mortal man to comprehend. Let alone a bored teenager.

"Hey you!" Joey turned to see he faced a rather large group of bulky and dangerous looking men.

0.0... "ye..ah?" He drawled, hiding his fears behind a mask of boredom.

"You have three options punk. Either one, you can get in line, two, you can get lost, or three, you can stand there and get pulverized. The choice is yours." said a man, spreading his arms out. The man who had spoken looked like he meant it, and when Joey looked around for Marik he saw the teen leaning against a wall behind Bakura's look-alike, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.

"Run along now little Joey, you don't want to get hurt." He whispered, eyes glowing slightly red in the dark.

"Fuck you psycho-freak! I'll leave you alone, but you just wait until school tomorrow. Then I'll prove to you that he's," Joey begins, jerking his thumb behind him, "Not the real Bakura."

"Oren no mas, foolish boy. Go to hell." Marik laughed.

"I'd say the same to you, but you'd probably enjoy it to much huh?" Joey began, and then started as a pair of arms lifted him off the ground and pulled him away.

"Huh? What the..." Joey was cut off as a fist promptly smashed into his skull, making a loud ringing sound in his ears. Then another slammed into his jaw, sending shards of fiery pain racing through his face. He barely had a chance to protest as another fist drove into his stomach, knocking his breath out of him. The only thing that kept him standing were the arms used to hold him against the wall.

"Wha...where's the stars?" Joey asked as darkness began to seep into his vision.

"We told ya to make a choice kid, you were just to slow!" replied a voice as another fist rammed into Joey's cheekbone and yet another into his stomach. Everything was fading to a grayish blackness as he saw Marik and the Bakura look alike sauntering down the alleyway. He had just enough time to wonder where they were going before the other men began to run. Someone kicked Joey hard in the head and ran off in the other direction, muttering that Joey was lucky.

"I'm na.... lucky one.... you are..." Joey attempted as a single set of footsteps approached.

"Aw, look, the stupid Mutt got himself hurt!" laughed a familiar voice. The owner of the voice came closer and Joey heard a sharp intake of breath. "What am I going to do with you Wheeler?" It asked in a scornful, yet slightly worried voice.

Yay! I did chapter 1 and no one's killed me yet! Love's ya all and Review please! .