And finally, comes the cross-over part. Yes it gets mysterious for awhile, but if you get the little hints I left, then you can probably figure out who the new people are. If not, I explain it later.

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As the stranger huddled in the dark, shadowed alleyway, he pondered what to do next. Not even an hour into this world, and all his leads had petered out The sun had sunk out of sight a short time ago, and now it was evening, so there was nothing more he could do here. He looked up at his large, bulky companion, and was about to suggest they head home when a dart of motion in the shadows at the edge of his vision caught his attention.

"I'm gonna go one more round on patrol. Wait here." He told his companion calmly, then quickly moved off into the direction of the fleeting shadow.

"Be careful! Don't get lost!" he heard his companion yelling softly after him, and he smiled slightly, knowing that his companion was waving cheerfully at him, even though he lost sight of his tall companion after only a few steps into the inky darkness.

The shadowed figure, for he was sure now that it was a person's figure, reappeared not long after he started out and kept shortly ahead of him. He was in another alleyway far down from where he had started, and was about to give up and go back, when the shadow stopped short and gave a long maniacal cackle.

"What do you want with me?" The stranger boldly and rather annoyedly requested, in a tone that was nothing like a polite request, of the shadowed figure.

"You are looking for something." It was a statement, rather than a question, and spoken in silky tones that simultaneously made the stranger unconsciously relax a little and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The tone left no doubt that, could he see the figure's face, it would be accented with a twisted smile, of the kind that one could never tell if it mocked the giver or the receiver.

"So? And if I am?"

"I may want to help you."

"You may? And what interest might you have?"

But the shadow garbed figure only ignored his questions.

"Come to the house whose address is written on this sheet of paper in a short while," The figure lightly tossed a knife with a piece of paper attached to the hilt at the wall immediately behind the stranger. At that moment the stranger was too fighting to control his twitching eye, which no one saw it in the darkness, to notice how close the blade had come to his exposed neck. It did not escape his notice, however that the reason the stranger seemed so shadowy was that he was wearing a dark colored hooded cloak. As the shadowed figure moved with its strange sort of practiced and smooth grace, the stranger caught a glimpse of silvery sheen he supposed was the shadowy figure's hair.

"Follow the instructions on the paper, then I may tell you what I know." Then, without so much as a goodbye, the shadowy figure vanished into the night, leaving the stranger in a strange land alone with his thoughts. He pulled the dagger out of the wall and read the paper. Again he thought about the shadow garbed man's message. Finally he came to a decision.

He would go.

He had no other choice.

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As Bakura returned to 'his' home, he took a moment to lob snowballs at various signs and posts along the way. Just to keep up the appearance of a normal teenager, of course.

-Oh, come off it. You just wanted to have fun. You've never seen this snow before, being from Egypt, have you? - Thought a highly irate Ryou. Having his body commandeered three times in one day was defiantly not doing wonders for his mood, even with the festive holiday season approaching. He had just woken up as Bakura had started home from his 'outing'.

Bakura mumbled something about hosts that remembered snow, and seeing it through Ryou's eyes.

-But you've never been out in it, seen it with 'your own' two eyes, truly felt it on 'your' skin. The frozen breath of the wind, the chill ice tears of melting flakes until you get so cold that the snow no longer melts when it touches you. The soft covering to everything, the frozen beauty of the surrounding world...- Ryou realized he was rambling, saying things he had never told anyone else, and quickly clamed up. But not before putting in one last short remark. -I should have known you would take to the cold weather. Matches your icy disposition perfectly. - He finished in a certain chilled and far off tone, before locking himself in his spirit room until Bakura saw it fit to return his body to him.

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So, I hope that made some sort of sense. If not tell me and I'll change it and maybe re-post this chapter. I'm still experimenting with writing styles and POVs.

Later.