Sorry it took so long guys. I've had some –erm- problems that have kept me away from writing for so long. I get to go back to school in 10 days. THE BIG COUNTDOWN. Okay, time to start answering reviews!

-LazerWulf: Well, I could explain every future mishap of this story in incredibly long detail….. So I will! You see, Seto will- :is attacked by her yami side who bounds and gags her:

Note: Due to the tragic disappearance of the author, Steph's Yami side will now answer the rest of the reviews. (Don't worry, she's not evil or anything) Thank you for your patience and understanding.

-Amme Moto: Well, if Steph were conscious right now, she would tell you it was the normal, still-evil Marik that attacked Takaya. So I'm sure she's decided to not accept your review as a flame, but instead constructive criticism. :beams: Steph would be proud me!

-ChaosMagicianGirl: Well under strict –forced- oath, I cannot tell you anything about the story, but I can tell you that Marik and Takaya have some sort of a history together.

-Han Futsu; Anti Normal: Geesh buddy, you have a heck of a name to type! And even though Marik turns good eventually, he makes a good evil villain for this story. He's also the villain for the other story, Nothing Gold Can Stay, which, might I add, will be updated soon. Oh and do you by any chance read Fruits basket?

-Edie: Well since she didn't review I cant gosh darn say a thing! Holy crud. Did I just say GOSH DARN? This is horrible! The Egyptian is being rubbed out of my skin! I am –dare I say it- BECOMING A NORMAL TEENAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!

Note: Due to the fact Yami Steph is having an episode, and real Steph is, well, conked out, we will post this chapter as planned, but don't be expecting for wither of them to be around to comment afterward. Thank you again for your patience and understanding.

Takaya heard voices above her, but they were hard to make out, and she couldn't even tell what species they were. Human naturally, but were they women voices? Men? The smell of rubbing alcohol was starting to burn her nose hairs off, it was so strong. She realized she was in a hospital of some sort. But why? Had she fainted on the street or something? She stopped in her thoughts a moment to concentrate on the voices.

"She's doing fine Mr……." she caught the beginning of a woman's sentence, thought she didn't hear all of it. She must have Mr. Who? The she remembered her ordeal in the ally. Had someone rescued her? Was this mystery man her savior?

"Yes… cuts…… healing…… nurse…. Stupid idiot," was what she caught. She decided she must have been giving a whole lot of painkillers, because she was finding it a little hard to think strait. But she could tell from the voice of this man that he was not her hero. His voice was cold and harsh. Very familiar, yet she couldn't put a finger from where she heard it.

She felt someone take her arm and insert something sharp into it. It must have been more medication, because she drifted back to sleep.

She found herself arm in arm with someone, but she was too busy watching the ballroom before to look at him. In front of her were thousands of people, all in evening dresses and tuxedos. She looked down at her own clothes to find herself in one of her own.

A voice announced something but she couldn't hear it, as she was too caught up in the sight of the ballroom, decorated as though for royalty. The man whom she was arm in arm with led her down the grand staircase in front of her. The crowd parted, until there was a large circle of floor in the middle of them all. She was led to the middle by the man who was still holding her arm.

When he turned to face her, Takaya saw the most handsome face she had ever seen. Gorgeous brown hair falling over a softly smiling face. His smile was like the moon in the daytime. Although it was a special sight, it seemed as though it belonged. But what captured her was his eyes. They were gleaming like the sun on the ripples of the ocean. They were telling a fairy tale of love and romance. He slowly bent forward, and so did she, closing her eyes.

When the kiss didn't come, she opened her eyes. She wasn't in the vast ballroom anymore, but in a small, darkly lit room. She was wearing a hooded purple robe, and was standing in a circle, among other cloaked strangers. They were all surround a baby carriage of hard rock. Among the bundles of blankets she could see a small baby, black hair barely visible on such a bald little head, sleeping unaware of the people around it. Standing over the baby was a man and little boy, also in hooded robes. Theirs were the only one's whose hoods were down.

"Young Marik, your younger sister here has the eyes of earth as in the prophecy. She was meant for much greater things then tomb." The older man said.

The little boy, about 4 years old Takaya guessed, looked down at the small baby with large purple eyes. She though she had seen this little boy before. Maybe at the Children's Home? He took his younger sister's hand. "But father, you had said I would be the one to live a life deserving of a normal person. You said I had eyes of earth."

The man seemed to hesitate a moment. "That's what we thought before young Shiet was born. When the prophet saw her eyes, she knew right away we had made a mistake."

The little boy's eyes filled with tears. "Then let me go with her father! She is my baby sister, and together we can live a life deserving of a normal person."

"SILENCE!" The man shouted, making the little boy back away from him. "You will stay, and when you grow older, you shall go through with the initiation. You shall live the life of a tomb keeper whether you like or not!"

Everything around Takaya hazed into a blank era of darkness. She shouted around her, hoping to find someone else, perhaps take her back to the ballroom, where she wouldn't have to think of the sight she just witnessed. She started running into the darkness, but tripped and fell. Instead of hitting the floor, as she had imagined, she kept falling…

And falling…

And falling…

And falling…

And falling.

Steph: Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! :raises her hands in the air as she waits for applause:

Yami Steph: You weren't dead, just knocked out.

Steph: Oh. Right. :arms fall back down to her sides:

Yami Steph: Alright guys, you know the drill. :thinks for a moment: How about we have a little fund-raiser?

Steph: ….. Where did that idea come from?

Yami Steph: Dunno, but how about it?

Steph: Teff!!! (That's what I call my yami by the way) We can ask our readers for money!

Teff: Sure we can! :sulks at look n Steph's face: Fine. Well how about we do a review fundraiser? When we get to one hundred reviews, we can take a request from any reader!

Steph: Now there's an idea. :faces readers: Okay guys, you heard that. Rules are you can only submit one review for chapter, and not if you've already submitted one. You have to make it a real review, with actual critique. You also can't review until you've read the chapter (I'll know if you haven't).

Teff: :doing a bad imitation of Porky Pig: Th-th-Th-th-Th-th-Th-th-Th-th that's all folks!