Disclaimer: Dragario: Hey, Sariah, do you own Yu- Gi- Oh?

Sariah: No, I don't. Who's asking?

Dragario: Some guy on the phone. He says you never signed a contract.

Sariah: *fumes; grabs phone* You say I never signed a contract, huh?! Well, I did! What's that? Yeah, sure, I'd be willing to testify that in front of a judge. Yeah? Well, okay. Yes, I have a lawyer. Okay, then, I'll see you in court. Oh? One more thing? Well, what is it? *pauses; listens* Yes, he is. *pauses; grows angry* SCREW YOU!!!!! *slams phone down*

Dragario: What'd he say?

Sariah: He asked me if my lawyer was Joey Wheeler. *storms off*

SIDE NOTE: Um... I have nothing to say except thanks to all my reviewers. I wouldn't continue this without you. On with the ficcy!!!!

Tristan Taylor awoke to the sound of shouting. He got up and rubbed his head. Tea was already standing up next to him, glaring at the crowd pf people muttering in a panic, not paying any attention to them.

"No consideration," she muttered. Tristan looked at the crowd too. They really didn't seem to care that they had been unconscious a few seconds ago. All of them were dressed in the same type of clothing; with white shirts and dresses and brown slippers and belts. After a moment, Tristan realized that he and Tea were wearing the same thing, too.

"What's going on?" he wondered.

Tea was still angry. She didn't understand why these people weren't even the least bit concerned about them. It wasn't until she heard a shout that she realized why.

"My prince! My prince! Please, wake up, prince!"

"Prince?"

Tristan shrugged. He didn't know either.

The crowd rushed over to see what was happening. Tristan and Tea remained where they were, trying to gather their thoughts.

"Do you get the feeling that we're not in the right time zone?" Tristan asked Tea.

Tea nodded. "Seriously... a prince? And we're wearing weird clothes..."

A few seconds later, there was a furious shout, and the crowd came rushing back, giggling.

"The prince is so silly," one young girl giggled. "Something must have addled his mind."

A man in a uniform came around the corner and shooed them off, shouting at them to get back to work. Tea and Tristan ignored him, however. They went to see what the shouting was all about. They were surprised at what they saw around the corner.

"What in the world is Joey wearing?" Tristan whispered, trying to hold back laughter.

"It looks like spandex."

The two snickered. Joey walked off with two little uniformed men, looking rather shaken. Tristan and Tea were still struggling to hold back their laughter.

"Hey! You two servants, get back to work!"

Tea whirled around furiously. Her eyes flashed as she faced the man.

"Servant?! I should think not! You can't order me around however you like!"

"I think I can. Get back to work!"

"Why you little..." Tristan clamped his hand over her mouth, laughing nervously.

"Um, right, back to work!" He dragged her off around the corner. She slapped his hand off of her mouth.

"Tristan, what do you think you're doing?!"

"We have got to keep a low profile!" Tristan whispered harshly. "You can't go shouting at people like that! Just let them think that we are who they think, alright? I mean, did you see Joey back there? He probably let something slip."

Tea pouted, but agreed. The two shuffled off to find out whatever it was that they were supposed to do. While all that was happening, Bakura awoke in a dark place...

'Oh, it's only a closet,' he thought, rubbing his eyes and stretching. 'My, my, this doesn't seem to be very familiar... I wonder if any of the others are here. Oh dear...'

The evil spirit had suddenly awoken inside his Millennium Ring and took over. He examined the small space he was in, and decided that it was of no importance. He slipped outside.

"So, the traitor has decided to escape his punishment?" the evil spirit looked calmly to the side. Five men in uniforms were glaring at him, seemingly threatening to shove him back inside. Hmph. He would endure anything, if he had to, but inside, little Bakura cowered in fear. The weakling.

"What is it exactly that you mean by, traitor?" he asked calmly.

"What, feigning innocence now, traitor?" one guard sneered. "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. You committed a sin, and you must pay for it."

"A sin?" the spirit laughed a little. He wasn't one to be afraid of anything much. He would just send these men to the Graveyard like everyone else he met along the way. He walked past them in a cool manner.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, traitor?"

"I am afraid I do not understand your idiotic babbling. Perhaps you should explain it to me, and if I find the reason to be relevant, I shall spare your miserable lives."

The guards suddenly laughed. The thief wasn't particularly fond of those who mocked him, but he wanted answers first.

"Alright, you. We'll humor you, for now. If you must know, you were caught trying to steal the prince's prized dragon. That usually would mean direct death, but the prince was kind enough to take pity on you... this one time. You should just be grateful and serve your punishment."

The spirit snorted in disgust. "THAT is your pitiful reasoning? I have done nothing to steal your foolish prince's dragon, and if I had I would not be having this discussion with you. As for the pity, I take no pity from anyone. So, having not satisfied my question, I shall have to banish you to the Shadow Realm!"

He reached for his deck, but he found it was gone. Completely gone! The spirit began to panic in spite of himself. The guards merely chuckled.

"Shadow Realm, eh? I'm beginning to think you were mad when you tried to steal the dragon... let's take you to the prince, shall we? He'll figure out what to do with you..."

For once in his life, the evil thief felt helpless as the guards grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away. He didn't like to feel helpless.

They walked down a long hall that was dotted with what appeared to be servants, wearing the same thing he was. It occurred to him that must be a servant as well.

'I told you, didn't I? You never listen to me, do you?'

'Shut up, Bakura! I do not need to listen to a foolish child such as you!'

'But I told you not to mess around. I noticed that our deck was gone long before you did.'

'WHAT?! You fool! Why didn't you tell me?!'

'I did, and several times. But you never listen to me, do you? You should listen to me more often, spirit.'

'Shut up, Bakura! I do not need to listen to you!'

'Fine, but you might want to consider it.'

The thief grumbled and made a mental note to listen to Bakura more often.

"We're almost there, servant," one of the guards informed him. "You'll be facing a new punishment in no time at all."

The spirit grumbled irritably. They passed down another corridor and out of the corner of his eye he spotted two servants that looked familiar to him. They looked him straight in the eye.

"Tristan and... Tea?"

Tristan and Tea had figured out where they were supposed to be. But the other servants worked in threes... and they were working in twos. They puzzled over this until they were informed that their third partner had tried to steal the prince's prized dragon and was being punished. He would return to work later.

The two had been working for a long time when they suddenly saw another servant being dragged down the corridor. He turned and looked at them, surprised. They stared him straight in the eye, and turned to each other.

"Bakura?"

SIDE NOTE: Sariah: Yippee!!!! Meep!!!!!

Dragario: *yawns* What? I was sleeping.

Sariah: I finished it!! Yippee!!!!!!

Dragario: That's nice. *snores*

Sariah: *-__-* Barrel of monkeys, that one. *sighs* Well, hope you like!!! Please review A.S.A.P.!!!!!