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"Pharaoh?"

"Marik! I knew you had something to do with this!" Yami said angrily. Serenity tapped Yami on the shoulder.

"Um, Yami? Who's Marik?"

Marik looked at Serenity and sneered. "Who's this? A girlfriend of yours, Pharaoh?"

"Hey! I want my question answered! Who are you?" Serenity stood up with some difficulty. The guard stepped forward.

"Silence, prisoner! Master Machete wishes to ask you a few questions."

"Machete?" Yami put on a smug smile and chuckled. "Well, well, that certainly is an interesting name, Marik. Did you make it up all by yourself?"

Marik, by now, was looking very red in the face from both anger and embarrassment. "Shut up, Pharaoh!" He sighed. "Forget it; clearly these two have 'lost their memories', so to speak. I give up! I'm never going to rule anything!"

"What are you trying for this time?" Yami suddenly looked alert and serious.

"There is a certain prince that I've found rules an entire continent. But that, of course, is something you don't need to be concerned with. In case you haven't noticed, you're my prisoner." Marik finished smugly.

"What do we do now, my Lord?" the guard asked.

"I don't know..." Marik sighed and began to pace the floor. "Perhaps we are on equal terms with this prince. I have 'lost my memory' and he has apparently truly lost his." Marik looked up suddenly. "Or has he? Perhaps he... yes, that is possible. Quite possible."

Serenity tugged at Yami's arm. "What's he going on about?"

Yami shook his head. "I'm not sure... unless..." Yami gasped. "Marik! Are you thinking that someone replaced this prince?"

"Quiet, Pharaoh!" snapped Marik. "Of course that's what I'm thinking! The only question is: who replaced the prince? Seto Kaiba, perhaps... he seems the type. Yes, it must be him. But, how can I be sure...?"

Yami, too, was pondering over this. Serenity was just a little confused. She sat there listening to Marik, and now Yami, mumbling. The guard stood there silently, unsure of what to do.

In the meanwhile, Kaiba was gathering his courage. He was standing in the stall of the Blue Eyes White Dragon. He took a breath and led it outside.

"There is no way I'm letting Wheeler be better than me," he hopped on. "Now let's get a move on."

The dragon leapt into the air instantly, whereas Kaiba seized its neck in a panic. The dragon was fast; each turn it made caused Kaiba's stomach to churn. After a while he got used to it, and he landed the dragon without much trouble.

After he'd put the dragon back in its stall, he was about to head inside when he heard someone clapping lightly. He turned to find Joey standing there, a smirk on his face.

"Well, well; Seto Kaiba got up his courage. Nice flight."

Kaiba smirked right back. "I'm not going to let you intimidate me. Seto Kaiba doesn't fall inferior to anyone." He paused. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I saw ya up in the air, and I decided ta come down and look closer. You do alright for yourself on that thing."

"I have to," Kaiba turned. And walked inside. "See you later... prince." And he shut the door, seeing a blush spread across Joey's face. Seto Kaiba was back.

Of course, while this progress was being made, in Sweden, Marik wasn't making a whole lot of progress. He still couldn't figure out how he could make sure who the prince was. Yami had long- since figured it out, but he wasn't about to say anything. Watching Marik being the one in a tight spot for a change was very refreshing.

"Um, Master Machete?" the guard began to offer a suggestion, but Marik turned and glared at him.

"WHAT?!"

"I believe some of our messengers know what the prince looks like, if it would help," the guard offered.

"Then bring one of them to me, now!" Marik demanded. The guard bowed and went to get a messenger. Yami chuckled.

"You figured it out, didn't you, Pharaoh?"

Yami chuckled. "Yes, I did. You know, I rather like seeing you in a tight spot for once. You're always sticking me into them, so now it's your turn for a change."

Marik grumbled. "Shut up, Pharaoh."

A few minutes later, the guard returned with a messenger, of whom Marik demanded a description of the prince. The messenger bowed and nervously began.

"Well, let's see. I've only met the prince once, so, here goes..." he cleared his throat. "Um... you want to know what he looks like, right?"

Marik sighed exasperatedly and grit his teeth. "YES, I want to know what he looks like, you fool!"

"Oh... well, I've only met him; I've never seen him," the messenger admitted. "You want to ask Jack; he's seen the prince three times, AND he's an artist. So, um... yeah."

Marik slapped his forehead. "I give up. Fine; go get this... JACK."

The messenger bowed and dashed off.

Another messenger returned a few minutes later with a piece of parchment. Marik sighed.

"Alright; let's see who this prince is."

The messenger bowed and presented the picture so only Marik could see it. Upon seeing the picture, Marik could only gape.

"You're not serious about this, are you? This is the prince?" he looked at the messenger incredulously.

The messenger nodded. "Sure is, Master Machete. I've seen him three times, sir. This is the prince alright."

"Of all people..." Mark shook his head. "Show the picture to the prisoners."

The messenger turned to face Yami and Serenity. He held the picture in front of the cell, and Yami's mouth fell open.

"JOEY?"

SIDE NOTE: Um... this chapter was kind of choppily done. But I hope you're all satisfied with it. I'd be kinda sad if my loyal reviewers didn't like it. Maybe it's just me. But I hope you like it. It was longer than the last chapter I did. ^_^' Well, review A.S.A.P.!!!!!!