A/N: Can you believe how quickly I got this chapter up! Well, there are some things that may confuse someone, but it'll be clear very soon. I think about 4 more chapters left or maybe 3. Well, I'm just glad that the story is almost over. Anywhooo, please read and enjoy!

Devil-Gril: You are half right. Which half? You'll know soon enough!

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Chapter 6 - Nothing ever goes right.

Three hours had passed since the incident at the airport. Tea had unfortunately fallen unconscious and had not awoken since. She wasn't taken to the hospital because the gang felt that what happened to Tea wasn't something a doctor could provide medical attention to. What happened to her had something to do with what was bound to occur, that, they knew for sure. They only wished they knew what exactly happened to Tea. What was it that made her freeze to the spot, made her look so scared? Isis guessed that she saw something, what exactly, she could not say for sure.

"The future, perhaps," Isis had said to them when they were all seated in the living room of her house. The house was big enough for all of them, so it was decided that they would stay there for the remainder of the trip. But before they got into any discussions, Bakura had placed Tea into one of the rooms, where she now still slept.

"Why do you think that," Yami asked.

"It's just a guess, I could be entirely wrong. The only way we'll ever know is by asking Tea," Isis answered.

"She may not want to talk about it," Bakura told them as they looked at him with concern, "You heard her scream. She screamed liked she was facing death right in the face. I doubt what she saw is something she wants to be reminded of. When she wakes up, I'd rather not have anyone say anything to her, not until she brings it up, alright?"

"But what she saw may help us," Yami commented.

"I don't care," was all Bakura said as he stood up and left the room.

That conversation was about an hour ago and Bakura now sat at Tea's bedside, watching her sleep and hoping she would wake up soon. 'Anzu, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry,' he thought, placing one hand on one of hers, squeezing gently.

"You look tired, maybe you should rest," a soft voice said from behind.

"I won't leave her side, not until she wakes up," Bakura whispered, but the person still heard.

"What exactly does she mean to you? I have never seen someone like you care so much for another person," Isis said as she took a seat at the other side of the bed.

"She is my wife, and she means everything to me," he proudly said. Isis' eyes widen a bit. She was shocked, she had to admit.

"Your wife?" Isis asked, not hiding her surprise. Bakura couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Yes, my wife. Do I have to spell it out for you?" he said quite rudely. He wasn't in the mood to chat about how surprising it was that he and Tea were married. Actually, he couldn't understand why it was even shocking. Was it just so hard to believe that he loved this woman and married her?

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to believe," Isis said, not wanting to anger him further, "Anyway, I really do think you should get some rest. If Tea should wake, you'll be the first to know, I promise."

"I'm fine, I don't need to sleep," Bakura countered.

"I'm sure Tea would not want you to lose sleep because of her. Besides, with what is to come, you can't afford to be tired. I fear that what we are about to face will take everything we got, so please, get some rest," Isis insisted. Bakura sighed defeated. He knew she was right and if he was tired during everything that was meant to happen how would he protect Tea? He had to be fully awake, so he would get the rest he needed and hopefully by the time he woke up, Tea would be up.

"Fine," he said to Isis as he stood up and walked toward the door, "but if she wakes up, you better make sure I am the first to know."

"Of course," Isis agreed. Bakura nodded then left the room. Isis sighed then looked at the sleeping woman. Yami and the others had informed her of the dreams that Tea had been having. Indeed these dreams needed to be taken seriously for they did seem foreshadowing of something to come. Isis agreed with them that these dreams could have something to do with the threat. But of course, this raises the question of why. Why was it that Tea may be the one to stop what is to come? What was it about her? Isis had always thought of the young woman to be normal, nothing about her seemed out of the ordinary, but then there was that vision she saw.

Isis remembered during the Battle City tournament she had chatted with Tea and told her of a vision she had seen. She remembered it quite clearly.

FLASHBACK

"May I ask you something as well?" Isis had asked after she had answered a question Tea asked.

"Yeah," Tea nodded, wondering what she wanted to know.

"I tried to look into your past, and even your future, but it was unclear. You had a past self, it was during Yami's time, but all I saw was your past self standing near a lake, just staring at it. When I looked into your future, it was the same, except that you were wearing modern day clothes. Do you have any idea what it could mean? Do you hide something from you're friends?" she told Tea, who looked confused.

"I don't know what it might mean, but why did you check my past and future?" she asked.

"There was something about you when I met you…I felt something strange, but I'm sure it was nothing," she answered.

"I see, well, to answer the second question, I'm not hiding anything from my friends," she lied. Isis believed her and smiled.

"I see, well, I best be going, goodbye, Tea," she said as she walked away.

END of FLASHBACK

There was indeed something about Tea that Isis felt was strange and when she had peeked into her past and future she knew that what she saw meant something. What? She of course did not know, but the area that Tea was in must have been important for some reason. It brings up the question as to why she was there and what exactly she was staring at.

'She seemed to have been staring at the waterfall, but I know she was looking beyond that,' she thought then sighed once more, 'maybe I shouldn't think much of it. Maybe what I saw isn't important . . . I'm only making myself more confused. I guess whatever happens happens.'

Isis looked at Tea a little longer then looked outside from the nearby balcony's sliding doors. The moon shone brightly and the stars were beautiful. It truly was unfortunate that it could not be enjoyed by everyone. Not when everyone was worried about their friend and the threat. 'It's really too bad,' she thought then was startled by the door opening.

She quickly turned her head to see who was entering the room, believing it may be Bakura since he was the one who was most worried about Tea. But to her surprise it was a miniature Bakura, or rather a young boy who looked like Bakura. Isis still did not know who the child was, but she could take a guess as to who the father was, but she couldn't tell who the mother might be.

"May I help you?" she asked the boy.

"Has she woken up yet?" Yasuo asked the older woman.

"I'm sorry, she has not. But I'm sure she will soon," Isis comforted.

"Oh," Yasuo could only say. Isis felt a certain tug at her heart at the boy's reaction. She didn't like how hopeless he looked and thought it best to take his mind of the sleeping person.

"Tell me, young one, what is your name?" Isis asked. Yasuo looked at her for a moment then at his mother. He remembered she asked him to introduce himself at one point and this was the perfect time. So he went up to Isis and slightly bowed then looked straight into her eyes and spoke.

"My name is Yasuo Bakura Ryou. I am the son of Bakura and Tea Ryou. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Isis." Isis eyes widen. Did she hear right? Son of Bakura and Tea? That was as shocking when she found out Bakura and Tea were married to each other, she really didn't think they would have a kid as well. Bakura just didn't seem like a father figure, well, that could be because he was said to be the dark spirit of the ring. But that mustn't have been important, after all, here was his son and wife, who she was sure he loved more than anything in the world.

"Pleasure is all mine," she told him. She was also surprised at how polite the boy was. 'Probably from Tea's side,' she thought, smiling at the child in front of her. It was silent right after all that, quite an awkward silence, but it was soon broken.

"Hey, you want to hear about the time that I met the rest of my mother's friends. It's quite a hilarious story," Yasuo told her.

"Sure," Isis said, knowing that as long as he talked about something, it may take his mind off his mother. So Yasuo took a seat on the other side of the bed, and began his story.

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She felt like she had been walking for hours in the void she was in. Sometimes it felt as if no matter how many steps she took, she wasn't moving at all. How could she even tell, everything around her was the same. No matter where she turned, no matter which way she walked, nothing changed. Everything remained the same, dark with no hint of any light, yet she moved on, kept on walking with no thought of it.

"I can't let darkness win," Tea repeated. Those were the only words she had been saying for the time she had been in this void. As long as the images of her friends and family being killed were still fresh in her mind, those words lingered. She just knew that she couldn't let them get hurt and to make sure of that she could not let darkness win . . . whatever it was.

"I can't let darkness win," again she repeated and kept on walking. But she abruptly stopped when she saw a door in front of her and heard mumbles coming from the other side. She wondered why it was there and what was on the other side, so she went toward it. The mumbles were becoming a bit clearer and she could make out a few words. By the sound of the voices, she could tell that one was female and the other a male. The male's voice sounded all too familiar.

"It couldn't be . . ." Tea whispered to herself. She walked closer to the door, silently moving toward it. When she finally reached the door, she slowly opened it just enough to see who was on the other side. She was surprised at what she saw . . . nothing. There was no one there! But where were those voices coming from?

"I am simply telling you to stop playing with her mind! You have no right to be here!" it was the female's voice, but Tea could not see where it was coming from. She was tempted to open the door fully but she feared that the voices would disappear if they did. She had to hear more, so to her it didn't matter now if she couldn't see who was talking. She just hoped what they say now gave a clue to what was going on.

"You, dear love, cannot tell me what I can and cannot do," the male voice was calm and filled with something Tea could tell was lust.

"Do not call me that! I am not your dear love and never will be!" the female sounded angry, but her voice was gentle and filled Tea with a sense of comfort, whereas the male's voice filled her with despair.

"We shall see about that, my dear. Unlike before, I believe this girl is weak, she will easily be taken care of and then you shall be mine!" Tea shuddered at what he said. She wondered if they were talking about her.

"Do not underestimate her. She is stronger than you think. I know she is the one who will defeat you," the woman said confidently.

"You sound so sure once again. Have you not learned yet? You always believe in these foolish girls, but then they fail miserably and here we will be again! No matter how much you think they will win, they will always fail. This one is no different. She is, actually, weaker than the others, meaning this time, I shall be triumphant! You shall see, my love, she will fail worse than the rest!" Tea could not understand what he was talking about. Fail what?

"She is different!"

"She breaks down easily! Her mind is weak, proving that she cannot handle the task. This will be an easy victory. At last, I will have what I have always wanted!" the male's voice was filled with so much certainty.

"We shall see. I know you will fail and this time it will be for good!" her voice was filled with certainty as well.

"You sound like you wish to die so badly."

"I tire of this foolish game. All I want now is eternal rest. I cannot stand this foolishness any longer."

"This game will end, but your eternal rest will not come upon you. I will rule this pathetic world and you, dear love, shall rule by my side," the man said so lustfully.

"Never!" was all the woman could say and the male merely chuckled at that.

"Then why not speak to her? Tell her that she cannot fail. Go on, she is all ears," Tea gasped. He knew all along! He knew she was there and without warning the door flew wide open, revealing her shocked form.

"Leave her out of this! It is not time yet! Just leave at once and do not play with her mind any longer. You will face her eventually," the woman defended.

"I do not understand why you simply will not take control of her. You should be the one to face me."

"I respect her, unlike you with your host."

"Respect? Now that is foolishness," he chuckled.

"Just leave!" she demanded.

"Very well then, I will go, but know this: Victory shall be mine!" with that said, the voice was gone. Tea was sure it was, because as soon as it left the world around her changed. Instead of the once dark void she was in, she now stood in a white void. Everything was now filled with light, but it was still an abyss where everything was the same all around.

"So now what?" Tea asked mostly to herself.

"It's best that you wake up now. Your family and friends are worried," the voice that remained told her.

"Wait! I have to know what is going on! Who are you and who was that other person?" Tea desperately asked.

"In time you will know, but for now wake up."

"No, please! I have to know! Please tell what is going to happen! Please!" Tea pleaded.

"In time you will know, but for now wake up," she repeated and before Tea could say anymore, she was engulfed in a brilliant flash of light. Tea was gone from that void and back into reality.

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Tea looked at the bed sheets mindlessly. She had woken up about ten minutes ago trying to figure out what she just dreamt, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not figure it out. Everything was a total mystery to her. Nothing made any sense whatsoever.

Tea closed her eyes and then clutched her hair. She was so frustrated with all this crap. She didn't understand why so many things had to go wrong in her life. Yeah, of course, there were good things, but why did wrong things have to occur? What had she done to deserve what she was getting? 'I'm sure I didn't do anything! But then why? Why do thing have to turn this way?' she cried in her mind. What was worse, her friends could be in danger because of her and she wouldn't forgive herself if something happened to them. She had to protect them no matter what!

Tea her face with her hands, thinking clearly on what she could do. She felt hot tears once again beginning to form and, trying as hard as she could, she tried to push them back. However, her tears won as they gently fell down on her pale cheek. She really didn't want to cry anymore, crying didn't do anything, yet there she was, shedding tears she didn't want to. If only things were different. If only . . .

She quickly wiped away her tears as she heard someone coming. When the door creaked opened she lifted her head to see Bakura entering the room. She could see the worry he held in his eyes and she hated the fact that she was the cause of it.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he approached her.

"Yeah," she lied, her head turned away from his worried glance.

"Are you sure?" Bakura pressed on.

"Yes," she lied once more, not ever looking at him. Bakura reached out his hand, placing it upon her cheek and forced her, gently, to look at him.

"You're lying," he whispered.

"I'm not," another lie from the wife. He sighed as he decided to change the subject.

"The others and I are going to see some tablets that Isis and the pharaoh had found in the afternoon. You'll be staying here with Rashid and Yasuo . . ." Bakura was cut off before he could finish.

"What? No, I . . . I want to come, too, I . . ." she was cut off.

"It would be best for you to stay. What happened to you at the airport could happen again," Bakura told her.

"I don't think it will! Please, Bakura let me go!"

"I don't want you getting hurt, Anzu. I just can't let you go."

"I have to go! Please, don't make me stay here!" Anzu kept pleading.

"Why do you have to?" he asked as calmly as he could. Her stubbornness was getting to him.

"I just have to," was her reason.

"That's not good enough, you're staying!" he said as he got up and walk away. He just couldn't let her go knowing that anything could happen. He just wanted her safe.

"I have to go!" Anzu kept telling him, Bakura just kept on walking, "I don't want to lose anyone!" Bakura stopped and thought of what she said. What did she mean by that? They were simply going to some ancient ruins to see some scriptures and she was acting like they were heading towards death.

"What are you tal . . ." Bakura froze when he turned around and saw his wife crying. It hurt him to see her like this. "Anzu, please, don't cry." He walked once again to her and gently went on the bed. Placing a hand upon her cheek, he made her look at him again.

"What I saw when we were at the airport . . . it was more terrifying than anything else I had seen. They were dying in front of me . . . something was attacking them . . ."

"Anzu," Bakura tried to calm her.

"The sun was covered by the moon . . . it became all dark. Everyone was dying and I . . . I couldn't do anything about it! Everyone, everyone was screaming . . ." Tea began to shake as she remembered everything that she witnessed.

"Anzu, that's not going to happen, please, clam down," Bakura told her as he embraced her. He held her tightly to him, wishing it would stop her shaking.

"It's just looked so real. And there was you and Yasuo . . . you and Yasuo . . . " Tea let out a small sob.

"Shh, Anzu, nothing will happen. It was all just a dream," he said, gently stroking her hair.

"But it felt so real. The blood . . . on my ha . . ." she didn't want to finish. She couldn't as she looked at her hands. She could still feel it, still feel the blood that were on her hands, the blood of her beloved Bakura. "I have to go to make sure, to make sure nothing happens."

Bakura looked at her for a moment, deciding on what he should do. If he let her go, something could happen. If he made her stay, she would be upset with him. As much as he wanted her to stay, he knew it would be best for her to go. One, because she wouldn't get angry and two, it may calm her down. If she goes, then he'll just have to make sure he keeps an eye on her.

"Anzu, look at me," he said calmly as she lifted her head to look at him, "You can come, but promise you'll stay by side the whole time. I want to protect you, Anzu, from whatever it is that wishes harm upon us. So, please, stick by me."

"Okay," Tea agreed. A few more tears were shed and Bakura came forward and kissed one away.

"I can't tell you everything will be alright because I don't know what will happen. Anything is possible. But I swear to you I will try to protect you. We've gone through too much to lose each other now. I couldn't bear to lose you or Yasuo," he kissed the other tear that began to fall and, then, lifting her chin so their eyes met, he lay a kiss upon her lips. Slowly, he pushed her back on the bed so that she lay beneath him. They both felt they needed this moment as they never broke the kiss. They needed to be close to each other right now and so they spend the rest of the morning together making passionate love, where they could escape the harshness of reality and dreams. This was their moment to forget.

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At a quarter passed noon, everyone was ready to leave. When they heard that Tea was going, most people were a bit sceptical about it. They worried that a repeat of what happened before could happen, but Tea assured that it would be alright. With her words, they set off anyway, hoping the trip went smoothly.

It didn't take long to get to the ancient ruins, about thirty minutes or so. Most of them were amazed by the things they saw, except for the ones who remembered their past lives, everything was old to them. They ventured into many of the old buildings, after that they had gone into the old temple, the Temple of Ra. It was pretty much like everything else, in ruins. It was barely recognizable to Seto and the other three past buddies. In a way, it was sad to see it like that.

"It was once a beautiful place, but now . . . nothing but pile of rumble," Seto whispered to Marik.

"Yeah and there was so much shiny gold things too. I never managed to steal one, but it was the best place to try," Marik joked. Seto couldn't help but smile. He remembered how it was. Marik always tried to take something from the temple, but he always caught him. In a way, Seto missed those days.

"And you were suppose to be a master thief, but you couldn't even get past a priest," Seto teased.

"Whatever," was all Marik could say.

"Well if you see something now, maybe you can take it," Seto suggested.

"Hmm, I wonder," Marik said mostly to himself as he left Seto's side and went wandering. He walked not to far from the group and stopped when he saw something on the ground.

"Hello? What's this?" He asked himself as he grabbed the object. Marik's eyes widen a bit. The object he had found was a very familiar object indeed. It was . . . the candle holder he had tried to steal oh so long ago! It wasn't as shiny as back then, but that wasn't something a cleanser couldn't handle. Marik couldn't help but give out a crazed laughter getting the attention of everyone else.

"What the hell has gotten him so hyped up about?" Joey asked the question that was in everyone's mind.

"Hahahahahahaha! The High Priest thought he could take it away from me, but I finally have it!" Marik shouted, making everyone raise an eyebrow.

"Marik, what is it that you have?" Isis asked, approaching her mad brother.

"Behold the soon-to be-shiny-once-again-golden candle holder!" Marik showed everyone his prized possession. Everyone just smacked their face at his foolishness.

"Marik, you can't just take that!" Isis told him as she snatched the object.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing woman! Give that back!" Marik demanded.

"You can't take anything from these ruins, Marik. Everything found here must are artefacts that may end up in a museum," she informed him.

"But it's a bloody candle holder! Why would anyone want to see it in a museum?" he asked, trying to get it back.

"If it's a 'bloody' candle holder, why would you want it?" she countered.

"Because I couldn't steal it back then!" Marik mistakenly said.

"Huh? What do you mean back then?" Isis looked at Marik carefully. What the hell was he talking about?

"He's crazy, Isis, don't pay attention to what he says," Malik told her, as everyone agreed.

"Whatever," Isis said as she put the candle holder into a bag. Marik just bowed his head in defeat as he pouted. Twice his plan of stealing the once shiny and golden candle holder had been thwarted. 'Oh well, maybe that golden frame I tried to steal back than is around here somewhere' Marik smirked at the thought, 'this time I shall have it!' He once again laughed like a crazed lunatic and everyone just couldn't help but sigh.

After Marik was knocked back into his senses, the gang moved on. They had left the ruined temple and had gone into the now ruined palace. Anzu shuddered when she was near it. She remembered what happened every time she had gone into the palace; those encounters with Pharaoh Yami were something she really didn't want to remember.

"Are you okay, mom?" Yasuo asked. He had gone with them because, like his mother, he refused to stay back at the house.

"Yeah, I'm fine, this place just gives me the creeps," she admitted.

"Don't worry, I'm sure this place is safe," he said as he walked ahead of her.

"Yasuo, wait! Don't walk ahead on your own. This place isn't entirely safe," Tea told him. Who knew how stable this place actually was. Back at the palace, they had encountered certain hollow grounds, and Tea felt that the palace was no different.

"It's okay, mom, nothing will hap . . ." Yasuo couldn't finish what he was about to say for the ground he stood on gave way and he had fallen though the hole that was created.

"Yasuo!" Tea cried out as she ran to the hole. Bakura and the others saw what happened as well and quickly ran there too. Everyone cried out to Yasuo, but there wasn't any answer. Tea was frozen in place; she just stared at the dark hole. "Yasuo . . . Yasuo!" she first whispered and then yelled out in agony.

A/N: Hmm……nothing really to say. Wasn't a great chapter, but it's a chapter nonetheless. Oh, the flashback is from chapter 9 of You and I . . . Foever, and the candle holder and the golden frame are from chapters 10 and 12 os the fisrt stroy, just thought you like to know. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.