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Tough Luck.

Chapter two

Seto Kaiba ran a slender hand through his brown locks. Sighing in annoyance, he wasn't having the best day of his life. First of all, he had found out about this stupid banquet thing, and being the up tight snob he was, his presence was of course much too important to actually show up. But having a little brother who had puppy-dog eyes from hell made it all more difficult for him to convince himself he shouldn't go. Of course, he did notify the mutt, just incase he did decide to show up, everyone else had better be there.

The CEO pushed himself away from his giant desk and stood up. He slowly made his way around the desk towards his mirror. He glared at the stupid piece of glass as if it would shatter in front of him. Seto hated what he had become. He was a hideous monster in his own eyes. He didn't deserve to run a company as successful as KaibaCorp.

The brunette was haunted every full moon with a horrendous evil. No, not a being apart from himself, but a different personality. A different look, and he hated every part of it. That night, on the blimp, everyone had been affected, so he had been informed, but he knew the yami's did not get affected, as they were already dead, just spirits.

The eldest Kaiba also knew that each person hit with the force, had a double. He didn't want to find out who his double was. For he was a werewolf. Every full moon he would have to hide himself away from society, from civilization, incase he were to harm anyone, including Mokuba.

Now, you're thinking, What about Mokuba? What happened to the little black haired child? Well, for one, he wasn't a child anymore. He was a fifteen year old teen, but he still had the same effect on his older brother as he did when he was ten. Mokuba had it easier than his brother though. In fact, he had it better to be entirely honest. The fifteen year old had the power most kids only dreamed of having.

Invisibility.

But, he wasn't the type of person to use it to his dirty little advantage. In reality, the Kaiba hardly ever used it. Only if he wanted to go down stairs for a snack, he might use it, just for the hell of it. He knew all about his older brothers life though. He knew the older Kaiba had tried to keep it a secret from him, but being the sneaky little brother he was, he could see Seto running towards the water, every single full moon. Yes, Mokuba knew about everything.

So he thought.

Kaiba wasn't one to keep his secret life out in the open. His monstrosity of a life, his deep down personal secrets, his company life, and his family life were all kept hidden under one cold barrier he held up strongly in front of anyone. And sometimes even in front of his younger brother.

Kaiba shook his head quickly, trying to rid these thoughts from his head. He ran another restless hand through his hair and turned quickly away from his mirror. The next full moon wasn't for another week, he didn't have to worry about anything until then.

Bakura and Ryou stood silently on the subway train next to one another. They had a very quiet ride, and one would think the two didn't know who the other was, save the fact they almost looked identical. Bakura was never one to talk much. He kept quiet and calm around most everyone. Except for his hikari. Ryou was an exception. He did have to live with the stupid weakling, so he had to talk to him sometimes.

Ryou, on the other hand, was a cheerful young teen. He had the face of an angel and the personality of a god. He looked up to everyone. He was always happy and up beat. Even when something sad would occur in his life, Ryou made it his personal responsibility to make sure he wasn't down or sad in front of anyone. Bakura could sense it though. On the outside, Ryou screamed of happiness and delight, but inside he poured out sorrow and despair. The spirit knew Ryou had something locked away in that confusing mind of his that he didn't want to show his yami.

The two teens were soon jolted out of their thoughts when a loud over head voice boomed they had arrived at their stop. Ryou quickly made his way out, apologizing to everyone he accidentally bumped into. Bakura just grunted and strode through the crowd, not caring if he knocked over a fifty year old man on the way out. The two teens walked home in silence, not muttering a single word to the other.

Ryou fisted his hand in his pocket for the keys. Upon finding them he quickly shoved them in the lock and opened the door. They're house was a reasonable size for two people. Once you entered there was a couch directly ahead, a single couch chair to the right. To the left of the couch and chair were the stairs, leading to the two bedrooms, and one washroom. On the left of the couch was the kitchen, and there was no basement.

Ryou sighed and slipped off his shoes. He then quickly ran upstairs, slamming the door to his room. Bakura stood at the doorway, motionless. Unbeknownst to Ryou, there was another presence in the house. Bakura could sense it. The yami slowly slid his shoes off and walked towards the couch, looking around suspiciously. There was something in this house other than himself and Ryou.

Bakura quietly sulked over to the kitchen, darting his trained eyes around, looking for something that looked out of place. And there he found it. An apple. It was sitting on the outside of the fruit basket. And how could it of possible gotten there? Bakura asked himself. He snatched the apple from the counter top and examined it.

This was his mistake.

Two strong arms quickly wrapped themselves around Bakura's shoulders and neck. He dropped the apple but it was too late to try and free himself. In a matter of seconds, the figure had shoved him harshly to the floor. One of the spirits arms was under his chest, and with the unknown mans knee on the hand. The other arm was twisted painfully behind his back, held in a steel like grip.

"Well, well Bakura. I never thought you were this easy to take down." Said the voice. Bakura's ears perked up. He knew that voice, it was way too familiar. Racking his brain for possible people, he soon found out that it was a waste of time.

"Don't remember me, tomb robber?" the voice hissed. Bakura instantly knew who it was. There was only a select number of people that knew he actually existed as a tomb robber, and only one person who knew how to catch him off guard.

"What do you want, Marik?" Bakura spat. He heard an empty chuckle from above.

"Oh, not much. Just wanted to drop in and say hi. By the way, I'm hungry." With those words said, Bakura's limbs were freed from the painful trap and Marik was snooping around the kitchen.

"Well, hello and goodbye. You can eat at your own house. And why is everyone in New York all of a sudden?" Bakura yelled. Marik just raised a brow at Bakura's statement.

"One, I'm not leaving. Two, I don't own a house in New York. Three, Malik, being the professional model he is, is currently doing a shoot in down town New York. So I decided to stop by."

Bakura forced himself to remain calm. He sat down at the table, carefully putting his hands on the table, as if they would grow a mind of their own and kill Marik.

"So, Bakura. You got any food in here?" Marik asked, opening random cupboards. Bakura pointed to the fruit basket, and Marik made a face.

"I want real food. Where is your hikari, he can make me something." Bakura growled. Ryou was not a slave to be ordered around. Well, not by anyone except himself. The white haired yami stood up and strode across the kitchen, opening the fridge he tossed a microwavable pizza-pop in Marik's general direction.

"Yum, these are good. Malik hardly ever lets me get any because he says they're fattening and bad for my health. Like I care." Marik mumbled, ripping open the package and tossing the frozen food into the microwave.

"So Bakura, how is your hikari anyways? As in, what is he?" Marik asked. This question had been bugging him for sometime.

"He can read minds." Bakura said offhandedly. Marik chuckled.

"Such a weakling power." He laughed. Bakura growled and stood up fast enough to send his chair flying.

"Well I don't see what's so bad about it. What about your hikari? What's he?" Bakura asked, silently hopping it was something like a werewolf, like Kaiba. Then Bakura really had something to bug the stupid Egyptian about.

"He's immortal." Marik said, grabbing his pizza pop from the microwave. Bakura just glared at the blonde.

"Well, good for him."

"Damn straight. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm sure Malik is finished with his shoot, and we're heading for Moscow after this." Marik said, biting into the hot snack. Bakura said nothing and left to go upstairs. Marik smirked and exited the house.

Joey scanned his bed. He had laid out everything he thought he would be needing on the trip. Warm sweaters, one of almost every color, pants, boots, scarves, gloves, toques, and everything else a man would need while in a country with a winter as harsh as Russia's. Although, Joey had felt what the winter felt like up north in Canada about two years ago. Serenity had gone on a business trip to Montreal, in the dead of winter, and Joey had taken the stupid decision to tag along. He nearly died of the cold, and wondered how the Canadians could stand walking around in nothing but a fleece shirt and some jeans.

So, in memory of that trip, Joey didn't bother to pack any shorts, knowing he wouldn't even get the chance to wear them.

"Well, I have everything." Joey said to himself, fingering his chin. He scanned the bed quickly one last time, before running downstairs to grab his suitcase.

Serenity eyed her bag. It looked like everything necessary was packed up tightly and neatly in her suitcase. Of course, she didn't only have one suitcase. She had at least five. Hey! She was a girl with a lot of money.

The CEO confirmed her packing skills adequate as she fixed up a couple of shirts that looked a little wrinkled. After a few quick glances, Serenity giggled to herself. She picked up a small necklace from the bag. It belonged to Joey, but he had given it to her in return for her paying for his house. Obviously, in cost they weren't worth as much as each other. As in the house and the necklace. But the small strand of string with a small heart-locket attached on to it had much more sentimental value.

The young brunette glanced at the clock and sighed. She had better get some sleep if she didn't want to be snapping peoples necks tomorrow.

Marik waited impatiently outside of his hikari's dressing room door. The stupid blonde had taken more than enough time to get changed, and Marik's patience were running thin.

The grumpy blonde suddenly snapped his head up as he heard the lock on the door click. It meant Malik was done, and he could come in. Marik sighed to himself and twisted the knob.

"Took you long enough." The yami growled as he sat down on a chair. Malik just shrugged and tied up his last shoe, ready to go. He was wearing a dark, forest green turtle neck, sleeveless shirt, with some beige cargos. The yami had grown quite fond of his hikari's little form, although those thoughts were oblivious to Malik, as he exited the room not even casting a second glance at his yami.

Marik smiled as he watched Malik's tight ass through those pants.

"So, when is this Russia thing? I hope it's not in the middle of one of my shoots." Malik complained, sounding just like a snotty model would. Marik winced. He hated it when his hikari used that tone of voice. He wanted to punch something so badly when that shrill sounding sort of voice would echo through his ears. Malik noticed his yami's face.

"Oh sorry, I forgot you hated that voice." He apologized, his voice going about an octave deeper, and in Marik's opinion, it was much more sexy. He grinned.

"Mm, that's better. And the Russia thing, it's in a week. You've got no shoots, so no need to complain my hot little model." Marik said, his eyes giving that suggestive look towards the smaller blonde.

"Please Marik. You can call me whatever you want, but you're never going to get in my pants." Malik said, leaving a now very grumpy yami standing by the exit door.

TBC

Miho: Well. I hope this story is good so far. On my word program, this is twenty pages long, so I'll try to build each chapter towards this length, so it might be a while in between each update, but it will be worth it. Please tell me whether you guys like it or not. Later on there will be some Marik/Malik and Bakura/Ryou, but not yet. It's too early, and I don't want to rush into things. As for the rest of them, you'll see. And about the whole changing their lives thing. I'll make a small list of what everyone is. Just so we all know. No doubles yet thoughÉexcept one

Serenity-Vampire

Joey-Immortal

Malik-Immortal

Seto-Werewolf

Mokuba-Invisibility

Ryou-Telepathic (read minds of everyone, including his yami)

And that yami's stay the same as they were. And yes, I did not forget about the pharaoh and Yugi. They come in later. Hope you enjoyed that, I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.