Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. T'would be a nice thing, though. Then I could torture Joey whenever I wanted! Bwahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!

SIDE NOTE: Hello all. I'm updating and continuing the part in Domino. I dunno when I'll be continuing what's happening in the medieval age, but I'll get to it eventually. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, and read on.

The young girl wandered through the streets, puzzled by everything around her. This was not where she'd been last. She knew she'd been in the village of Jonan's southern kingdom. Or, PRINCE Jonan, as her father had said so many times. She rolled her eyes at the memory. Why had she gone to his kingdom in the first place? Oh, yes, that's right...she'd wanted to take a good look at her betrothed to see if he was proper marriage material. Her father may have the power to decide who she marries, but she still had the right of scrutiny. She wasn't about to be married off to some rich, stupid pig!

And Majesty was with me...I wonder how the poor old gal is doing. She must be terrified that I'm gone...

The young princess spotted a young boy with undeniably inferior stature and thought to get some explanation as to where she was. She walked over the child.

"Excuse me, boy," she called to him. The young boy looked over at her with questioning.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Boy, I need you to tell me where we are right now."

The young boy laughed. "What, you're not from around here, lady? Too bad for you."

"Now, see here, peasant! I don't think you know who you're talking to!" the princess placed her hands on her hips and towered over the boy, hoping to make him recognize that he was talking to royalty.

"So what if I don't? And don't call me a peasant!" the boy replied rudely. The princess leaned in close to his face, making him back up.

"In case you didn't know, I am Princess Maybelle Angelita the third, and I do not tolerate disrespect, especially from rude little peasants like you! Now, I asked you a question, boy; and I expect an answer! So give me an answer, NOW!"

The boy, by this time, had fallen onto his back; she had shouted so much and gotten so close. He gulped. "W-we're in Domino city..."

"Where's that?"

"It's near Tokyo..."

"What country, boy?!"

"Japan! Alright, I gave you your info!" The boy got up and ran away, screaming at her: "You're crazy, lady! You're crazy!"

"Don't you talk to a princess that way, boy! I'll tell my father! You hear me?!" Maybelle sighed. "Little brat. So, he said we're in Japan...I've never been to Japan...and I wonder how I can get here when I was just somewhere in Europe! You can't get from there to Japan unless you have a boat and a passport! I must have been kidnapped and smuggled in somehow! But who would kidnap me? No one knew where I was, as well...hmm..." She paused in the street, thinking this over. A car headed her way, honking its horn. She just barely dodged the car.

"Stay outta the street, you crazy broad!" called the driver.

"Hey! I'm a princess! A princess! Don't talk to me that way!"

"Alright, Odeon. According to the plan, we must defeat this...Yugi or whatever in a duel to obtain his puzzle, correct?"

Odeon nodded. "Indeed, Master Marik."

"And we also need to defeat this...Kaiba to obtain his Egyptian god card?"

"Right again, master."

"Good...so I know the plan..." there was a long silence. "There's just one problem with the whole thing."

"And what is that, Master Marik?"

"I have no idea how to duel," the Swedish lord rubbed his temples in frustration. "I hardly even know what the whole point of it is. And why do you have to imprison creatures to do it?"

"They are not imprisoned, they are created that way," Odeon explained. "And you should not worry about dueling. Your Rare Hunters will do it for you."

Ha! So the morons in capes do have a real purpose! Machete smirked at the thought. "Alright, then. How do we lure this Yugi into a duel?"

"That we have not deducted just yet," Odeon replied solemnly. "But if you really are Master Marik, you will be able to figure it out for yourself."

Machete shrugged. "Fine. Give me time, and I shall think of something. It's not like I don't have experience in tricking people. After all, back home I have two very useful captives." Machete smiled devilishly in his self-congratulations. "Alright then, leave me. I need time to think." Odeon bowed.

"Of course, Master Marik." He turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving the Swedish man to his thoughts.

SIDE NOTE: Yeah, yeah, it's short, but it was all I could think of. I'll update soon as I think of something else and want to put it down...I'm getting extremely lazy. ((smirks)) Heh.