*Authors note: In this chapter we find out the inhabitant of Sunny's Millennium Item. Please be gentle! Remember this is my first fan fic, so thanks! Also, I know Chaikrah isn't a real Egyptian name, but I had to make one up.*
*Chapter 2: I hate rich kids*
"AHH...AHH...CHOOOO!" Yugi's wide velvet-purple eyes squinted at me. "Eww. Sunny, are you sure you want to come to school today? You're really sick!" I sniffed. "I mwust fwace my fwears, Ywugi." My nose is so blocked. He giggled like a little kid. How is he the same age as me? "No one is going to understand you, Sunny!" I tightened the blanket around me and stared at the school. Was I really ready to go back? I don't know. It happened though. "Sunny? Sunnnny? Hello? It's time to go to class!" I jumped. "Huh-what? Owh yweah! Wait uwp Ywugi!" I ran into my class, dreading the sight of the white spiky head. "Miss Sunshine Yotsumatsu! Do you have an excuse this time?" I mumbled away as I dragged myself to my seat. I still had my blanket on as I dropped my sport bag and tried to conceal my looking to the left with my long, thick, blonde hair. He wasn't there! Hooray! I smiled. Then I noticed my sunshine-blond hair. That reminded me of him. Marik. I know his hair was a pale blonde, but I couldn't stop thinking of yesterday.
*THE PREVIOUS DAY*
"Uh, um thanks, I'm in a rush, mate, must dash..."Then HE started chasing after me as well! "Is there no end to this?" I mumbled. "Hey...hey! Wait! Why are you running?" I had no time for this! "Some guy is trying to kill me with a scalpel!" His naturally tanned hand grabbed my pale, freckled arm tightly. "Shit, you're fast!" I panted. "Who is chasing you?" The blond shook my arm. "Uh... um... Bakura... someone... white hair... asshole..." He looked surprised, then resentful. "Oh right, him. You're right, he is an asshole. Come with me." He dragged me over to a grey concrete building and dragged me through a dirty glass and metal barred door. "Erm, where are we going?" He glanced at me solemnly. "To my apartment." I started to wriggle away. Some nerve! "Why are you wriggling?" I pulled away. "Just because some guy is trying to kill me, doesn't mean you can take advantage of me, you fruit!" He started laughing. "Little girl, why would I do that? I do have some dignity!" I was enraged but I followed him anyway. "I'm not little! I'm fifteen!" He chuckled. He pressed the up button on the elevator and looked at me. "So what's your name? I am Marik Ishtar." I pondered this for a second. Should I tell him my real name? But what was the risk of telling him my real name? I decided to tell him my real name. "Sunshine Yotsumatsu" I glanced at him. "Or Sunny."
*BACK IN THE PRESENT DAY*
"Hey, Bogan! Wake up! It's now time to go home. Or are you so poor that you have to live here?" Seto Kaiba softly taunted in my ear with his mocking smile. Fucking Kaiba. I twisted my blanket under the table, waiting for him to turn around. But his ultimate mistake was putting his hand in front of me. I quickly nicked his Rolex and smiled in his leering 's probably got heaps anyway. Then we both realised that his face was very close to mine, and from close up, he didn't look so menacing. Thank God that Tea came in at that moment, or something very awkward would have happened. Although Tea thought that it did. "Ooh! What's going on here?" Tea squealed, "Kaiba trying to kiss Sunny! What a surprise!" Kaiba shot up. "I'm leaving." He said blankly as he turned to leave. Tea twisted to watch him leave. "Jeez," she whispered, "So stuck up. What was that about anyway?" I looked at her suspicious blue eyes. I whispered back, "I really don't know."
I dropped my bag onto my bed and started getting dressed. As I slipped off my skirt and put on my netball one, I started thinking. What was Kaiba doing? Why, if anyone, would he want to kiss me? He has taunted me since year 7 about my so called "poverty"! One of my main incomes was stealing his watches and selling them! So why would he like me? After I finished getting changed, I picked up my bag again and got to the door drearily. I laced up my sneakers, and started walking towards the club. I had been walking about 15 minutes when I felt my "Millennium Irons" burning, like a hot poker. "ARGH!" The pain was intense. I then was blind for a second, and I appeared in a clean room. It was brightly lit and painted an electric blue with poster plastered all over the wall. It had a hoop and ball, a computer, a bed and a clown car. Where was I? What fresh hell was this? I sat on the bed. Rather comfortable. I turned to observe the posters. They were mostly event posters for music festivals and concerts. Hmm. This room was filled with things that were... like me. I turned back. "WOAH!" An older teenager stood in front of me. "Hello, Sunshine." She had shiny, golden hair, lilac eyes, and a sweet voice. "I am Chaikrah, and my spirit lives in those Millennium Irons." She was wearing my netball uniform. "Where am I?" She grinned. Her smile was innocent. "Don't you like it? It's your soul room. I made it for you. Usually people already have soul rooms, but you didn't have one, since you didn't have a soul. So I made a soul for you. Both of us need your soul." I was incredibly shocked. "No soul? But... how? Why?" Chaikrah sat next to me. "Well, first of all, I was watching you and from your gathered memories, your father was a gambling man. He gambled his soul, your mother's soul and your soul to win riches. But the most idiotic mistake was to trust the evil gods. He got nothing in return for those souls but death."