Hello, dear readers. I guess it's been a while since you've seen hair or hide of me… unless by some chance I reviewed your story (highly unlikely though). Chapter 16 isn't coming along as great as I expected. First it was supposed to be out before Christmas… than New Years… Than February… and I guess I've been delaying it all. And I'm really sorry for that. I have a few reasons though:

1) Exams, I can't escape them. I need to study for these things.

2) Lack of interest. Yes I know… my interest in Yuugiou is dying. I'm still in shock over that fact. I still adore the characters I treasure; they will always have a special place in my heart. If you want to blame anything… Blame Matantei Loki Ragnarok… and Tactics (I'm starting to get into that too)

3) Writers block, my second biggest one up to date I think.

So why am I doing this. Actually, some of you are probably wondering what I am doing. Well, since I have been mini-spamed by a reviewer (ok it's not spaming, but I don't appreciate people telling me to update) I decided that I would give you all a Teaser. AND INFORM YOU ALL. ALL UPDATES, NEWS AND JUNK RELATING TO MY FANFICTION IS POSTED IN MY BIO. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY A FIC WON'T BE ON TIME OR WHY IT'S TAKING SO DAMN FSCKING LONG, READ THAT DAMN IT. I DON'T LIKE BEING TOLD TO UPDATE. I'm sorry if that sounded rude, but I wanted to get that across, savvy?

So, here's the little teaser for Chapter 16. I hope it's satisfies you all… and doesn't give away what the chapter is about too much.

The glass shattered across the ebony wall. They flickered and casted firelight across the wall with them. Glittering and shining and moving away from the impact. They littered the floor seemed to dance. Yes. Dancing with the firelight.

Kura took his attention away and looked at the shadow wrapped within the shadows. Longish silver locks turned gold by firelight moved in motion with the being of which they belonged. The Shadow Spirit threw another glass object at the wall, more of a mess to clean up. But it was pretty, nonetheless.

Bakura was in a rather abominable mood at the moment. The sorcerer (Well he wasn't a sorcerer, but no one really knows what he is) had stormed into his soul room and began ranting in gibberish. Kura new Bakura was exceptionally mad because he was ranting in gibberish. Well, it wasn't really gibberish, just a mixture of various dead languages. Then when he was finished he had picked up a glass ornament (something of lesser value to the spirit, or so Kura hoped) and had flung it at the wall.

An exasperated sigh came from the opposite side of the room. Touzoku Ou, more fondly known as Touzo by the occupants of the crowded mind (personalities and Ryou alike). He had been watching Bakura's temper tantrum and was quite displeased with the white haired spirit. Kura looked up at him and gave him a look that said 'what do we do now'.

Before either could do anything Bakura stormed over to a corner and picket up a doll and started sewing the back of the head together. A crazed smile spread across his full lips.

"Perfect." He purred happily. He stood up gracefully and gave a playful wink at his other personalities/selves. "Now be good while I'm gone." And giggled as faded away, back into reality.

Touzo quirked an eyebrow. Kura scratched his head. Aku, who no one but the omniscient voice (and maybe Bakura) knew was in the room, picked up a piece of glass and scattered a few others. This alerted Touzo who sighed again and picked up Aku quite easily with one hand and made Aku drop the piece of glass. The he promptly marched off with Aku over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes muttering under his breath something along the lines of 'I'm to old to be a baby sitter for a little mini-me, a 3500-year-old psycho version of myself and a masochistic/suicidal pre-teen.'

Kura watched them go and turned to look at the room, deciding he should clean up the mess. But the shadows of the room seemed to be creeping up on him, wanting to devour his sanity since Bakura's was all but gone, and he quickly scurried out of the room after a seemingly homicidal Touzo and a suicidal Aku. They were better company than that of Bakura's sanity devourers.

The grand doors shut noiselessly. The darkness shifted. Whispers could be heard from the corners. You could see things moving in the corner of your eye. Faces twisting and fading in the shadows.

Lost memories of a once sweet and naive boy.

His hope.

His dreams.

His love.

His insanity.

Well I hope you liked it. I have a page more than that, but I didn't want to give you that too. I'm not that generous. I'm only feeling bad about not updating. I hope you enjoyed that. So… don't get your hopes up about the chapter being out before March… it'll be a while yet, if this damn writers block will ever go away.

-Kyoko-san