Disclaimer: I'm afraid I don't own Yu- Gi- Oh, nor do I own any of the countries used in this story. I do, however, own the evil Lord Machete!! Bwahahahaha!!!!!!!!

SIDE NOTE: Okay, guys, you asked for updates, and I'm givin' 'em! I hope you'll be satisfied... I am starting a new take on this story, and it'll all be in Domino with the people from the medieval time. At some point I'll start switching back and forth, so I hope it doesn't get too confusing... well, read and enjoy!

A young woman awoke, groaning and holding her head. She peeled several paper squares off her skin, noticing that they had pictures on them. She stopped and looked at one in particular, seeing a very familiar face on it.

"Majesty?" she ran her finger along the lines of the creature's body. It looked exactly like her Harpie's Pet... and one of the creatures had even looked like a Harpie! This was highly unusual... "What is this place? This doesn't seem like the village at all..."

Her eyes wandered around the room. So unfamiliar... She decided to find out what this place was. She stood up and walked out the door, determined to investigate the world around her.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Domino, the Rare Hunters had just finished relaying information to whom they thought was Marik. But Lord Machete had taken his place, and apparently, his job.

"So... this pharaoh has a secret, hmm? And it's encrypted on my back? Well, what use is that if I don't even know what it says?"

"Well... you should know what it says... unless you've, uh... lost your memory..."

"That can be overlooked, if you know what the pharaoh's secret is!" Machete waved his had as though brushing it aside. "Can any of you read it?"

The Rare Hunters began talking all at once. "Well, Master Marik, you see, uh, we... um, well, we're not Egyptian or anything, so..."

"Gah! Enough, enough!" Machete sighed in agitation. "Well, that was a total waste of my time! Perhaps we will find some other way to make me a pharaoh..."

"Like what, Master Marik?"

"Oh, I'll think of something!" Machete leaned one elbow on the armrest of his chair, placing his chin his hand. "Hmm... so, what exactly was my plan to become pharaoh so far?"

"I can answer that, Master Marik!" one Rare Hunter cried excitedly. Machete raised an eyebrow questioningly, indicating that he could continue. "Well, you see, sir, you told us that if you got the Millennium Puzzle which holds the pharaoh's soul, and all three of the Egyptian God cards which unlock the pharaoh's soul, you will then become pharaoh!"

"Uh- huh," the Swedish governor looked bored. "Now, tell me, did it occur to you that perhaps you just told me the pharaoh's secret, when ALL of you JUST told me that you didn't KNOW what it was?"

"Well... um... no, I didn't," the Rare Hunter smiled hopefully. Lord Machete gave the Rare Hunter a dull look.

'I'm surrounded by idiots,' he thought. 'Imbeciles! All of them! This Marik needs new lackeys... I should lend him a few of mine... at least they're competent.'

"Master Marik?" another Rare Hunter spoke up. "Are angry with us, master? Master?"

"I think it would be best if you left Master Marik alone," a deep voice entered the room. "Your idiotic babbling must be giving him a headache." A tall man with deeply tanned skin and lavender eyes entered the room. His eyes glared down at the babbling Rare Hunters, and they bowed and fled the room. The man walked up to Machete, getting down on one knee and bowing as well. "I'm sorry, Master Marik. I should not have left you alone with those fools."

"Who are you?" Machete asked. The man looked up in surprise.

"You do not recognize me?"

"My memory apparently has disappeared."

"I see," the man nodded, but did not move from the floor. "I am your most faithful servant, my lord. My name is Odeon (A/N: Dumb name... yeesh, what were the dub people thinking??). I should have guessed that something was wrong when I heard those idiots jabbering so incessantly."

"I suppose...," Machete looked suspiciously at the man. 'Well, he seems more competent than the rest... maybe HE can give me a better idea of what's going on...' "Very well, Odeon. I trust you. And since those other fools could not do this properly, I want you to explain everything to me... my plans, explain this pharaoh, and anything else that may be important."

Odeon nodded again. "Of course, master."

At Kaiba Corp., a very confused Kabat and a very freaked out messenger awoke in Kaiba's office. Kabat's immediate reaction to being in an unfamiliar place without his Blue Eyes snoring in the stable next to him went something like this:

"What. Is. This. Place?" he stared at Kaiba's computer screen, watching the cartoon head of a dog bouncing around on the screen with a perky smile on its face and its tongue hanging out. That had been Mokuba's doing, of course, and Kaiba couldn't turn it into anything else. So, he was cursed with a way- too- happy screensaver.

"Where am I?" the messenger rubbed his head and sat up. Kabat looked around sharply at the small boy.

"You. Boy. What's your name?"

The boy blinked in confusion. "My name is Mitalo, sir. Who are you?

"None of you business, boy. You stand up and tell me what this place is, now."

"Um... okay," the young boy stood, brushing himself off. "Well, sir, I have no idea what this place is. I just passed out in my quarters and woke up here. No idea why, but I hope I can go back home soon. Lord Machete would probably not be happy if I missed my duties."

"You work for Machete?" Kabat's eyebrows rose. "Tell me boy, does your lord have any... plans in mind?"

"Why, yes, sir," Mitalo nodded. "But you see, sir, I'm not supposed to relay that information to anyone else."

"Why don't you tell me, or I'll feed you to my Blue Eyes."

The boy gulped. "Um... yes, sir. Well, you see, my lord plans to take control over Prince Jonan's rule over Europe. The details are still being worked out, but I can assure you my lord will have a stirring plan up and running quite soon!"

'So, he wants to take over Jonan's kingdom?' Kabat placed a finger on his chin thoughtfully. 'Hmm... how does he plan to accomplish such a feat? Jonan is no easy target. And his kingdom is not something to meddle with... must be aiming high. The old fool is getting on in years. I guess he wants to aim high before he kicks the bucket.'

"Um... sir?"

"What do you want, boy?"

"Um... well, sir, what do we do now?"

Kabat had nothing to say to that.

SIDE NOTE: Well, did you like it? I worked my very hardest on it. ^_^ Well, please review!