A/N Still don't own Kaiba…but if I did…sigh, drool, sigh. Anyway, I am not entirely happy with this chapter so if you have any suggestions for it, it would be appreciated.

Kaiba awoke feeling rested and content. He shifted Mokuba into a more comfortable position. Nothing unusual there. It wasn't uncommon for him to crawl into bed with Kaiba although it was no where near as bad as when he was younger. However considering the shake up in his life and the fact he was still a small dragon, it was understandable.

He felt something sigh and snuggle into his tail. He froze, every single thought in his head fled but one 'I did NOT just sleep with HER. Nevermind he was a dragon, she was a human. Nevermind that all they did was sleep. Nevermind the fact that he enjoyed the feel of her skin against his…oh no, I did not just think that.' She shifted and threw her leg over his tail, snuggling in closer. Kaiba quit thinking…hell he quit breathing. Slowly the need for oxygen filtered into his frozen mind and he slowly let out the breath he had been holding.

"How come you'll sleep with him and not with me?" an obnoxious voice whined. Hyozanryu pouted in the doorway as Kiri sat up and blinked at him with bewilderment. Kaiba almost smiled, which on the human version of Kaiba is frightening…on the dragon version is nearly beyond horrifying. Somewhere children awoke screaming with nightmares of Kaiba dragon smiling. Here was someone, or something as the case may be, that he could vent his confusion on, and if there was one thing that Kaiba hated to be, it was confused. The sadistic glee in his eyes was enough to send Mokuba into hiding in Kiri's arms. Sleepy, befuddled but knowing that whatever caused that gleam in Kaiba's eyes was not good, Kiri quietly tiptoed up the stairs and as far away as she could get. The sounds coming from behind her boded ill for Hyozanryu and the day, but she could almost hear the satisfaction in Kaiba's battle roar. Somehow that was more terrifying than his almost smile.

Later that day, the four erstwhile adventurers…or at least one small adventurer, one bewildered female, one slightly black and blue white dragon, and a satisfied black dragon wandered their way across town to the card shop that Yugi's grandfather owned. Outside the shop, Exodia was sweeping a large welcome mat. Kaiba stopped and glared in disgust, disbelief, and was that a slight bit of envy in his eyes.

"Oh, Kaiba, Yugi has been expecting you, let me tell him you're here."

Kiri touched Kaiba's neck to gain his attention. "Was that just Yugi's grandfather?" she asked. Kaiba just humphed at her and sat back on his haunches, refusing to acknowledge that the old man had turned into such a powerful card. Refusing to even consider the possibility that in a battle, the old man could have a chance at winning against him. Kiri cocked her head at him and hid her smile, she had heard how Yugi had defeated Kaiba using those same cards and knew that Kaiba was less than amused to find the old man who was indirectly responsible for that first defeat to have changed into the very cards responsible for that defeat. She wisely dropped the subject and contented herself with stroking the scales she had been touching.

"Well you two seem to be getting along better" the Pharoah smirked.

(Mwhahahah, I am evil, I know it. But now on to Bakura)

A hiss and a shift in the shadows was the only warning that those foolish enough to enter into his territory got before they were challenged and defeated one by one to be cast into the darkness. He had chosen his territory carefully. It was a perfect park in the middle of the city, bringing plenty of prey, yet close enough to the Pharoah that Bakura could keep his eyes on Ryo. Not that he cared much about his host now that he had a body of his own, but well one could never be too careful. And if for whatever reason he needed a host again he preferred Ryo. Nevermind that anyone would do, he simply preferred Ryo and as such took precautions to ensure his safety.

The darkness was growing and in some ways it disturbed him. The more you fed it, the bigger it got, and while he was enjoying his freedom he was no fool. This darkness meant trouble and if anyone was going to be causing trouble, it was Bakura. He waited for his informants to return with the information they were sent to gather. He was amassing a small squad of servants, those who he defeated but were good enough to have been interesting to him. They were his eyes and ears around the city, being everywhere that he could not always be. He intended to find who was causing the darkness and then he would decide if he would join or simply take over the project. "After all" he hissed, "we wouldn't want to stop it, just use it for a 'good' purpose." The dark laughter that followed was enough to send anyone in hearing distance scurrying for cover and glancing behind them for the danger for the rest of the day.

A/N as I said, I am not entirely happy with this chapter so expect that it may be revised.