Wow, it has been so long since I have written anything. This chapter is a little weird, but I suppose that comes as no surprise, if you have read the previous chapters, which I assume you have. Love it or hate it, here's chapter four.

Hmmm, maybe I should start titling my chapters

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-gi-oh

Chapter 4: Ari is not a morning person

No matter how many times the chambermaid at the Silver Dragon Inn tried to get out of it, she always seemed to be the one stuck with the task of waking up guests who overslept. In the five years she had been working at the inn, she had seen a number of odd awakenings. One man had sat up as if kicked and screamed bloody murder. On another morning, an old woman on a pilgrimage had thrashed around so much she had given the chambermaid a black eye. However, this morning certainly took the prize for strangest.

The chambermaid could not quite figure out the current occupant of bed in the Silver Dragon's best room. The girl was sprawled in the most unladylike manner, her black hair left loose to be tangled. A blue dress hung over the foot of the bed. The dress was simple, but of good quality. But could someone who could only afford that also afford the two obvious bodyguards who had accompanied her?

Normally, the chambermaid tried to refuse such requests, especially after that black eye. But the two rather handsome men at arms downstairs had asked nicely, and were rather insistent on their need to have their mistress up and about. So, when slamming the door and stomping her feet didn't work, the maid approached the bed of the sleeping girl.

The chambermaid leaned over the girl and said quietly, "milady...milady, your servants were wondering if you are ready to travel." The girl obviously wasn't ready, but one couldn't be too careful with strange guests. "Milady..." and she shook the girl's shoulder. The girl immediately curled up in a ball, pulling the blanket up to her eyes.

"Don't wanna go ta school," she muttered. The chambermaid shook her head. What strange nonsense the half asleep would say.

"Milady, the sun is up," the maid said in a louder tone.

"Five more minutes," came another mutter.

"Milady, your bodyguards are asking for you." This time, the girls grey eyes snapped open and she sat up with a start. The maid jumped back, ready to deflect any flying limbs. The girl blinked a few times, then turned to look at the maid. With a groan, she crawled off the bed and stood up, stretching.

"I finally get to sleep in a real bed, and they decide to wake me up at some ungodly hour," she muttered, squinting her eyes to block out the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Milady, it's almost noon." The maid could not help correcting. The strange guest turned to look at her with a bleak expression.

"Well, at least you're not telling me to 'carpe deum'. (AN: This, I believe, is Latin. It's something my mom tells me when I oversleep. She interprets it to mean 'seize the day'.) Even if the maid could speak Latin, what the girl had said would have been lost on her. She was currently in a state of shock upon seeing what the girl was wearing. Instead of a decent nightgown, the girl was dressed in the strangest attire the maid had ever seen. The girl wore a shirt which was practically skin tight, with sleeves that stopped just below the shoulders. On the shirt was some kind of very detailed crest, depicting a white dragon. (AN: If I could find a Blue Eyes shirt, I would so buy it on the spot) More scandalous was that the girl was not wearing a skirt! She was swearing some kind of leggings, tight to the knee, and then flaring to the foot, which was made of what looked like canvas dyed an expensive shade of blue. (AN: Can you guess? Can you guess? You guessed it! Blue Jeans)

Ari raised an eyebrow at the shocked look the woman was giving her, then rolled her eyes. Between her American accent, her modern terminology, and her occasional refusal to wear a dress, she had received that look a lot. Nothing like time travel to make you feel like a freak she thought.

"You know," she said out loud, "Believe it or not, these are normal daytime cloths where I come from. This was just more comfortable to sleep in, as apposed to some of the other cloths I had to bring." She said, with a glare shot in the direction of the set of saddle bags which had been dropped in a corner.

"If that's the case, I think I'll be moving to whatever country you're from, Rose Duelist," said an unfamiliar voice at the door. Both women spun to face the newcomer. (AN: I am basing Rex's personality on one of the first times we see him in the show, when he first meets Mai. In other words...perverted. You've been warned" Leaning against the doorpost was a short man with shaggy brown hair and an irritating smirk. The man looked Ari up and down, his smirk turning to a scowl when he saw the emblem on her chest.

"That's a lowly trick, Rose Duelist, hiding behind Seto's crest." Ari gave him a clueless look. "You can be sure he will hear about it from me." The smirk came back. "Maybe I'll take it to him as proof." The maid, still present, gasped at the impropriety and started to edge out of the room.

"And maybe I'll make sure you stay here as a brain dead pile of mush," Ari replied. Not her best come-back, but hey, it was still early by her clock. "But first let her out," she added, indicating the maid with a nod of her head. Rex moved so that he was blocking the maid's path completely.

"And why would I do that?" He asked. The maid was looking more and more scared.

"You're a knight, aren't you? Don't you have some chivalry crap to abide by?"

"Sadly, yes," said Rex, and moved aside. The maid ran from the room. Rex looked back at Ari, then reached into his belt poach, pulling out his deck. "Are you going to be a good girl and give me the card you took from my friend, or do things have to get rough?" Ari's answer was to dig her own deck out of her jeans pocket.

The small inn room was soon filled with the roars of dragons and dinosaurs. (AN: Though I suppose, to the Elizabethans, dinosaurs would be dragons) A blast from an enormous black dragon sent Ari careening across the room, slamming her into the opposite wall. Staggering to her feet half stunned, Ari returned the favor with a furious White Lightening attack. Rex was soon slumped on the floor, eyes open but out of focus. (AN: I told you all duels would be short.)

When her bodyguards came running up the stairs, summoned by the noise, they found their mistress in the worst mood they had ever seen her, practically tearing apart her saddle bags.

"Lady Arianna?" Remi asked tentatively. When he received no answer, he simply watched as Ari yanked a length of rope out of her bags and proceeded to bind and gag the unconscious Rex. After she had relieved his belt purse of his White Rose Card (and a few coins) she kicked him into the small privy which was attached to her room, shut the door, and barricaded it with a chair. She then went back over to her saddle bags, which she picked up and threw to Remi, who caught them deftly.

"Come on," she said. "We're leaving," and she marched past them out the door. They were on horseback and several miles down the road before Remi found the nerve to inform his mistress that her strange cloths and surly expression where scaring the peasants. The only reaction he got was that Ari's expression relaxed and she stopped pushing her horse at such a quick pace. In fact she continued to allow the horse to slow down, until they came to an absolute stop.

"Milady," Remi asked. "Why are we stopping?" He was then shocked to see that Ari's eyes were closed, her breathing soft and steady. "Milady?" he asked again, tapping her on the shoulder. Then, to his horror, Ari fell sideways out of the saddle, landing with a thump and a yelp in the dirt of the road. The men at arms watched, mouths agape, as their mistress cursed the air blue, then remounted, muttered something about horses not having seatbelts, and continued riding.