A/N: Here's the next part of the series.

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/blah/ Driger to Ray

/blah/ Ray to Driger

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Duel 2: Lying Eyes

My name is Ray...I'm a freshman at SeaSide High School. I have a special treasure—a 3,000 year old puzzle! It was found in Egypt and has some sort of strange power...(or so the legend says...) But anyway...because of the puzzle, I'm finally on the way of learning about my parents past. (Maybe that's the puzzle's power?)

Ray was walking down the hallway with Kain, Jim, and Goki. "So, Kain, ya watched that video?" Ray asked curiously. "Yup. But Y'know...I watched it like this!" Said Kain, with a squint. "But I still couldn't make out the censored bits!" He grumbled. "All the good stuff was digitized out!" Jim whined. Ray chuckled at his friend's perverseness. School was letting out and the four friends saw a tv van parked right outside.

"Look! A TV van is in front of the school!" Goki exclaimed. Ray blinked. "You're right." He mused. "Hey, maybe someone famous besides Ray, goes to this school?" Jim suggested. "Whoa!" Said Kain. "Now that's a scoop!" "I'm gonna go take a peek..." Ray walked over and peered inside. "Hey, Ray! Is there a star inside?" Kain asked. Ray frowned. "It's a one way mirror..."

Inside the van, a nasty bearded man looked up and grinned nastily. "This is the face of the star of our next project!"

"Good morning, everyone." Began the beautiful blond haired reporter. The school bell rang, signaling for class to begin. "It's time for 'survival morning!'" The camera focused on the female's reporter face. "Today's exclusive is 'Caught on camera! School violence." "Bullying is a school problem at this school. Our undercover agents have discovered the violence students face everyday!" The director was grinning as he sat next to the cameraman.

He grinned pervertedly. "Make her look sexy."

"Okay! We'll fill in the rest with some shots of kids getting beaten up! You can go home now, reporter." The director ordered. She nodded and left them behind. "Where's my A.D.(1)!" The director yelled. "Get over here!"

A timid young man with mousy brown hair and a pug nose walked over. "Yes, sir?" He asked feebly. "Here..." The director gave the A.D. a picture. "This is one of the students. Find him and bring him to me." The A.D. looked at the picture. It was of Ray peering through the window, with his black hair framing his face as his golden eyes revealed his curiosity.

"Wow. This kid totally seems the kind to get beaten up." The A.D. scoffed, seeing the seemingly frailness of the young teenager. "He's the perfect 'actor' for this show!"

"If we catch him getting beaten up on camera, then it's perfect!" The director exclaimed. "The public wants reality tv...you've got a documentary element, and you've got violence!" The A.D. looked unsure. "If we can get this on tv, our ratings will go up for sure!" "But, how will we get footage of him being beaten up?" The A.D. asked, feebly. The director scoffed. "Tch! You don't get it." He growled. "How long have you been in this business...?" The A.D. looked nervous and brushed his hair back. "O-only six months..." He mumbled. "Go get a school jacket that fits you."

"A jacket?"

"?"

The director was grinning evilly now. "Heh, heh! You're going to be a star!" The A.D. blinked. "You're going to play the part of the bully!"

:1-B:

"WHAT? A STAR!" Screeched a voice. Kain grinned at Salima. It was her, who had screeched loud enough to wake the dead. "Yup! To prove it, there's a TV van parked right outside! Right, Ray?" Kain asked. Ray smiled and nodded.

"Yes."

Salima raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I saw that...but I didn't hear anything about a star." She pointed out. "Moron!" Kain scoffed. "They're coming to school in disguise! But, it's a really major movie star!" Ray sighed. It seems Kain was a rumor spreader. "Heh, heh." Kain cackled. "I'll make a bundle!" Salima frowned. "That's illegal!" She scolded. Ray leaned in his seat as Salima continued yelling at Kain that there was no star going to the school.

The A.D. was showing the picture of Ray to different students. "Yeah, I know him. He's Ray from Class B." The A.D. thanked the student and walked off. "Ray from Class B. Hn." The A.D. grunted. I have to call Ray out to behind the gym and beat him up in front of the cameras, or I'm fired! The A.D. thought angrily. That was when Ray and Kain walked by him, talking rather heatedly.

"Alright! Now we have to find that star!" Kain squealed. Ray gaped. "What!" He yelled. Then his eyes soften. "But, I've been thinking...maybe that TV van is out there for a different reason..." He stammered. Kain scowled. "Not you too!" He whined before glaring at him. "Fine! I'll find him on my own!" He growled, and stormed off.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that...

"Ray!" Called the A.D., Ray blinked and turned around. "Yes?" He asked curiously. The A.D. grinned. "Listen, I know who the star that goes to the school..." Ray raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He asked curiously. "Of course!" Said the A.D., Of course not you idiot! "So, I think you'll get along with her great, Ray. We're really good friends." Ray turned a light pink. "Come behind the gym during recess. You have to come alone." Ray nodded as the A.D. left.

I wonder who it is?

"Are you sure he's going to come?" The director growled. "Of course!" The A.D. said feebly. The director and the camera man were hiding in some bushes. "He's late!" The director hissed. "Get over here already Ray..." The A.D. grumbled. "My job's riding on this..." The A.D. looked up to see Ray coming his way with a sightly pink face. "There he is." The director hissed. "Start the camera!" "So you've come." The A.D. mused.

"So, where is she?" Ray asked curiously, looking around. But seeing no one. "The truth is...come closer..." Ray leaned in. The A.D. let a vicious punch to Ray's face. Ray crashed to the ground, a hand on his reddening cheek; yellow eyes widen in shock and pain.

Hn...what the–!

"Heh, heh. Now harder!" The director exclaimed gleefully. The A.D. lifted Ray up and spat into his face. "Stupid!" He yelled, punching Ray harder. "There is no star!" The punches got even harder and more painful. Ray felt on the verge of passing out. "IT WAS ALL A LIE!" The A.D. yelled angrily.

"Stop right there!" A voice screamed.

Ray's right eye was swollen, while the other was slightly puffy. His pure skin was marred with ugly bruises. The one who had yelled, was Kain. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" Kain snarled, running to Ray, and lifted him up.

"Ray!" Kain yelled. "Are you alright?" The blue haired teen demanded, before turning his rage on the A.D., who backed up in fear. "You! What the hell did you do to him!" Kain demanded. "I'll kill you!" The A.D. cowered in fear from the teenager's rage. "I didn't...want to..." The A.D. stammered. "It was the director..." Kain's eyes widen. Director!

"Cut! Cut! Very good!" Exclaimed the greasy director as he stepped out of the bushes. Kain glared furiously at the older man. "So, you're the guy who put Ray through this!" Kain hissed through clenched teeth.

Kain went back to Ray who was sluggishly trying to sit up. "Ray! Are you alright?" The teen asked worriedly. Ray gave a weak chuckle and wiped blood from his lips. "Seems there wasn't a star after all." He mumbled, wincing slightly from his bruised face. "It wasn't your fault! Those jerks lied to you." Kain insisted. The director rolled his eyes.

"Tch. They're friends, we get it. Stop the camera, this is a waste of good film." The director growled. "Look...it was bad luck that you got picked for the victim...just coincidence...about the same as rolling the die and getting a one...heh, heh." He cackled before grinning nastily.

"But, because of that, we taped a good show!" He exclaimed gleefully. "The viewers will sympathize with you and send you letters by the thousands!" Kain scowled heavily. "You're a star Ray, the star of our program!" Kain was soon consumed by his rage. "Are you asking to die!" He snarled and ran froward, grabbing the man by the collar.

"Heh, heh...hit me then..." The director smirked. "Just remember, I'm recording the whole damn thing!" Kain gaped and turned his head to see that the camera was still rolling. "Stop the cameras!" The director yelled, before delivering a painful and vicious kick to Kain's stomach. Kain grunted and sank to the ground, unconscious. "Kain!" Ray yelled, running forward, forgetting about his pain. And was worried about his friend instead. The director grinned evilly. "Don't you get it? You can't fight the power of the media! If I want, I can make you the laughing stock of the whole school!"

Ray clenched his fists tightly and his puzzle glowed softly. As he looked up, his pupils had dilated down into nothing, his bangs were more spikier and turned down, and a third eye glowed on his forehead.

As the director turned to leave, he called over his shoulder to the two friends. "Heh, heh. But don't worry! I'll hide your face with digital mosaic. At least no one will no it's you." He said, snickering and laughing. Ray just smiled eerily after the man, his puzzle pulsing softly under the warm sun.

ZTV Broadcasting

Down in the parking lot, only two were left. An executive and the director. "I hear that show had quite some response, director." The executive mused. The director just laughed. "Of course! If the slop is good, the pigs will eat it." The executive chuckled. "Good night." Got into his car and left the director behind. The director was about to get in his car, when he saw Ray in the mirror...right behind him.

"Ah!"

The director whirled around to see Ray standing there, with his arms crossed, and his yellow eyes glowed with an inner fire. He was dressed in a skin tight black shirt, skin tight black leather pants, black leather boots, and even a shiny black leather jacket. A golden Ankh was attached to both of his wrists.

"I've been waiting for you director." Ray purred, showing off his deadly fangs. The director frowned. "You're the brat Ray!" He growled. "Come to get paid?" Ray smirked.

"You've trespassed in my soul. For that, you must play with me." The director raised an eyebrow and Ray's grin grew twisted. "Play a game that is..." "A g-game?" The director stuttered. He seems different than before, the director thought uneasily.

"It's nothing to be afraid of..." Ray removed a single die from his pocket. "Just a simple game of dice." The one dot was an Egyptian eye. "People have been staking their lives on dice since Ancient Egypt!" The director shifted on his feet as Ray held out the die. "Although, back then, we used "astragali"—the uneven heel of bones of calves and sheep..."

We?

"Now let me explain the rules of this game of fate..."

"The rules are simple! We both roll the die. I roll first. Whoever rolls the lowest number wins." He said calmly. "I'll even let you win in case of a tie." He smiled. "Sound good?" Then his grin grew twisted. "However, if I win, you have to play a penalty game." The director scowled heavily. "Ridiculous! Why should I play with you?" He sneered.

"Game start."

Ray allowed the die to fall from his hand, which clattered on the ground and came up as a six. The director gave a cruel laugh. "A six! No matter what number I roll, I win!" He crowed. "I don't even need to roll the die!" Ray raised an eyebrow. "The odds are in your favor..." He mused before narrowing those dangerous yellow orbs. "But the games not over until you roll."

The director picked up the die, frowning. "Damn! Don't you ever shut up?" He growled. "Then I'll do what you want!" He yelled, throwing the die right into Ray's forehead. "And put a hole in your head at the same time!"

The die slammed into Ray's forehead; who didn't even flinch, and the die clattered to the ground and came up as a one. "A one! I win!" He said, gleefully, turning around to leave. Ray grinned widely. "No...you have to play a penalty game." He answered. Confused, the director whirled around to see something that stunned him.

"The die split in two!" He shrieked. "A seven!" the die had indeed split in half. Ray pointed his finger at the director, the third eye glowing softly on his forehead.

"PENALTY GAME!" He shouted. "MOSAIC ILLUSION!"

The director shrieked in fear as the brat's face began to cover itself in mosaic. "The brat's face is covered by mosaic!" Then everything melted into mosaic. "Nooooo!" The director howled in terror.

"Director, for bending the truth in front of cameras," Ray began. "Then all you shall see shall be censored." Ray said softly. Then he left the sobbing man behind and disappeared into the night.

Game over.

:The Next Day:

"Morning Ray!" Called Jim. Ray smiled. "Morning guys." He greeted cheerfully. "Seems there isn't a star going here." Kain whined. Ray sighed and looked towards his other three friends. "He still going on about that?" He asked. Jim, Goki and Salima nodded.

Suddenly...

The Millennium Puzzle, which hung about Ray's neck, shattered into pieces. Ray's beautiful yellow eyes dilated down into nothing, and he slumped to the ground, not even hearing his friends startled cries.

What was happening?

Well?