The morning light danced in through the wide window to his right, lighting up the bed he lay in. Slowly he opened his eyes and glanced around, his mind still half asleep.

Where am I? He asked himself, not recognizing the white room he had found himself in. He closed his eyes and pushed his face into the fluffy pillow, trying to block out the sun for a few more moments of rest.

The door slowly squeaked open, and then closed. He could faintly hear footsteps paddling over the floor, then stop. The far end of the mattress he lay on drooped as more weight was placed on it. He could sense someone hover over him. A bit irritated, he rolled over and found two blue eyes looking back at him. Startled, he cried and sat up, making the owner of the eyes burst into a fit of giggles.

"Sorry of waking you." Sundari said apologetically as Ryou tried to calm himself from the scare. "But your friend said that you might be hungry."

Ryou glanced at the girl who was smiling so brightly at him. "It's alright." He told her, smiling himself. "For a moment I didn't know where I was."

Sundari's smile widened, and she slipped off the bed, grabbing Ryou by the hand as she did. "You must be exhausted. You really need to eat." She pulled him from his covers and began to lead him out the door and down the hall beyond.

"So, Joey's already awake?" Ryou asked as he looked around him. The white walls of the hall were lined with pieces of artwork from around the world, showing the wealth Sundari's uncle had.

The brunette nodded to his question. "Yes, and he's been eating ever since he opened his eyes. I'm not sure if they'll be any food left by the time we get there."

I wouldn't be very surprised if he ate all the food in the house. The sudden voice of Bakura in Ryou's head startled him, making him jump in Sundari's grasp. The girl glanced at him, smiled, then continued to pull him along. Within his mind Bakura stood among the shadows, arms crossed and looking rather crossed himself.

Don't start. Ryou said dully, giving his yami a mental frown. During the plain ride to New Delhi it had become painfully obvious that Bakura did not like the topic of food and eating. For what reasons, Ryou could only guess.

Bakura gave no response to Ryou, only shrank into the shadows that surrounded him. Ryou waited until he had sensed Bakura's retreat back into the Ring before leaving his mind's eye to look through his physical ones. Blinking, he found himself in a dining room.

The room itself was plain, with white walls dotted with paintings here and there, black marble flooring and dark wooden roof, a chandelier dangling from it's center. The table was plain, also. It was a long thing, consisting of dark mahogany, able to seat one at each end and five chairs of the same wood on each side. No, the thing that got Ryou's attention was the vast spread of food that lay on the table's surface. Ryou had never known there were so many things one could have for breakfast.

Sundari lead him down to the other end of the table where Joey already sat at the head of the table, many plates pilled with things before him, even more empty plates near by.

"Is this good or what?" Joey asked as he stuffed a forkful of scrambled eggs and ketchup into his mouth. Ryou nodded slowly as Joey stabbed a stack of pancakes and forced them down his own throat.

Disgusting. Bakura uttered. He had returned to see what had perked Ryou's interest. That has even made me loose my appetite, and I haven't eaten in decades.

Ryou ignored his counterpart as he grabbed up a clean plate from before the chair and filled it with various things from the table. Sundari herself joined them, eating much less than the other two. They talked while they ate, Sundari rather interested in their home and the differences Japan had from India. Both boys were almost finished when an older man entered the room.

He was finely dressed in a dark grey suit. The short, dark brown hair on his head was thinning and streaks of grey ran through it. His mucky brown eyes were serious as he looked upon the three youths before him. As he approached them Sundari jumped up and was about to pull out a chair for him when he waved her away.

"You're not going to eat with us, Uncle?" Sundari asked as she pushed the half pulled out chair back.

"Oh no, dear. I've already eaten." Sundari's uncle Tamal told her.

"Thank you for the wonderful food." Ryou said, half bowing in his chair. Tamal smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Yeah, thanks." Joey said, though it was hard to hear past the hash browns that were filling his mouth.

"It is of no trouble for the one's who saved my niece." Tamal stated as he patted Sundari affectionately on the head. "She is all the family I have now since my brother, sister-in-law, and other niece were taken."

"About that." Ryou said, standing from his chair. "I think there might be more to this entire thing than you know."

Tamal's back straightened and he held his chin a bit higher. "Oh really?"

Ryou nodded and continued to explain why he and Joey were there, along with their beliefs upon why Sundari's parents and sister were taken. When he had finished Sundari's uncle was standing with his back turned to them, while Sundari herself was rather intent on the story being told.

"So, the bracelet is in danger, as well as Sundari and you." Joey uttered to break the silence that had fallen in the room. "It would be smart if you just gave it to us."

"Give it to you?" Tamal asked, turning to glare at Joey. "Are you made? I can't just take the bracelet, it belongs to the museum. Give it to you, ha." He turned on his heel and made his way over to the door. "The bracelet is in danger, oh no." He added mockingly before he disappeared down the hall he had come from, leaving the other three to sitting there.

"Great." Joey mumbled, throwing down his napkin and leaning back in his chair. "He doesn't believe us. I can't think of anything else to do, then."

"We'll figure something out, Joey." Ryou assured him.

Joey got up from his chair. "I hope so. In the mean time, I think I'll go change." Slowly he strode from the room, hands in pockets as he did. Ryou sat back in his own chair, unable to eat another bite.

"I believe you, Ryou." Sundari said encouragingly.

"You do?" Ryou asked, a bit stunned.

The girl nodded. "Yes. And I know a part of Uncle believes as well, but he's too proud to admit it." The girl looked down at her hands. "My grandfather told me the legend of the Shadow Gems when he found the Iolite of India. It was a story he often told me till the day he died. Uncle Tamal, he was told the stories too, but now that he's only he only thinks of them as legends, of ways to find expensive artifacts."

"Uncle was always mad at grandfather. He always told grandfather to sell the things he found to museums and make money, but grandfather never listened. He always told me that some things are worth more than money. And when he died, Uncle took all of grandfather's artifacts and put them in a vault. He keeps them in a vault, and whenever he needs more money he takes one or two out and sells them."

Sundari stopped for a moment, smiling to herself. "Sometimes I sneak into the vault and take a thing or two. I hide them in my room. Grandfather's artifacts meant the world to him, they were second only to his family and friends. Uncle doesn't see that, so its up to me to keep grandfather's spirit alive through his artifacts."

"Your grandfather sounds like a really good man." Ryou uttered. Sundari nodded.

"He was." She told him, smiling. "You know, Uncle donated the Iolite to the museum when it wasn't his, I guess that can be seen as stealing."

Ryou blinked. "What? The Iolite wasn't your Tamal's?"

"No." Sundari said plainly. "It was mine. Grandfather left it to me in his will, but Uncle took it, saying I was too young to take care of such a priceless piece of work."

"So, you didn't give it to him willingly?" Ryou questioned, sitting on the edge of his seat.

"No." Was the reply. "Why?"

"You're the Gem Keeper..." Ryou muttered to himself, his eyes going wide.

"The what?" Sundari asked.

Ryou blinked himself out of his stun. "Sundari, you're the Gem Keeper of India. I'll explain more later, but there's more important things to do."

"Like what?"

"Well, obviously he knows who you are, that's why those men were after you last night."

"Who's he?"

"It'll be explained later, but right now we really have to convince your uncle to get that bracelet back."

Sundari shook her head at this. "No, Uncle's made up his mind, and he's as stubborn as an ox. He'll say it would cost too much money to buy it back from the museum, and he won't allow it."

"But we need to get the bracelet out of here." Ryou uttered, crossing his arms as he thought.

"I know what we can do." The girl offered. When Ryou glanced up at her, she smiled. "We steal it."

At this Ryou blinked. "What?

I like the way this girl thinks. Bakura said with a cruel smile. He had reemerged in Ryou's mind to listen to the conversation.

"Sundari, are you sure?" Ryou asked, ignoring his yami.

She nodded. "I've been around the museum my entire life. When I was little I'd always go there, but I'd always stay so long that the guards would force me to leave. So, when my grandfather became the curator of it, he gave me a key so I could go after hours and spend as much time as I like."

The girl fumbled in her with a chain around her neck, pulling up a bronze key. She smiled.

"After my grandfather died and the bracelet was given to the museum, I'd always sneak in and spend hours just staring at it. Something always drew me to it. I want to get it out of there, especially if someone else is after it."

Bakura stared at Sundari and noticed the determined look in her eyes. "It might be dangerous, what if we get caught?"

"Don't worry." Sundari explained. "The guards know to let me wander about, and I know the museum security system like the back of my own hand. It may be tricky, seeing as I never stole anything from the museum, but you told me that the spirit in the Ring is a thief, so that could help."

I think we should go through with this. Bakura urged, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Not only will we be saving the Iolite, but it will be fun, too. Ryou just sent his yami a discouraging glare, then returned his attention back to Sundari. She was smiling at him a bit.

"The spirit wants to do it, doesn't he?" Sundari asked. Not waiting for Ryou to answer she grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the hall. "Here's what we do. So, me and you, while you're possessed by your yami, will go to the museum tonight. We can't stick around once we take back the bracelet, so while me and you are at the museum, Joey will have to go to the airport and get tickets to, where ever. Then, once we're done we go met Joey, and get out of this place." By the time she finished she had a broad grin on her face.

Ryou sighed. "I take it there's no way of convincing you of anything otherwise?" Sundari shook her head. "Fine, let's go find Joey and inform him of what's going to go on."

Sundari cried out, hugging Ryou in her joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said, then grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall.