Alright, it's chapter four! Things will start to get hot soon, I promise; very, very soon.

Disclaimer: didn't own it for the last three chapters, don't for this one.

'For the last fucking time, I will not turn down my music!'

'You will turn down the fucking music or I will make you!'

'Raven, Kaiba, can't we just—'

'Shut up, Gardner!'

Yugi groaned to himself. As predicted, Kaiba had been unable to get Raven to shut off her music; in fact, she'd done the complete opposite. The music—a mix CD of Egypt Central, Disturbed, The Birthday Massacre and god knows what else—now shook every last window in the house.

Raven sat astride a run-down bench-press, duel disk still on arm. She was frowning. 'Look, I don't care if your eardrums burst and bleed. This is my fucking place and my fucking music, so if it's too loud—GO FUCK YOURSELF!'

To everyone's surprise, Seto lunged at her. 'I'm going to—hrk!'

'You're gonna go back to the kitchen, sit on your ass and shut up,' Raven snarled. Her hand tightened around Kaiba's throat. She rose to her feet, dragging Kaiba with her. The companions looked on, astonished, as she easily raised him off the ground. 'And don't you ever rush me again.'

Without a single trace of effort, she flicked her arm, sending Kaiba flying across the room and into the wall on the opposite side. 'Get out.'

'How did you—'

'I said get out, dog boy!'

'But—'

'OUT!' she roared, snatching a disk from the end of the bench-press bar and flinging it at Joey.

Joey managed to duck, luckily as it turned out; the disk punched a hole in the wall and sent chunks of plasterboard and wood scattering around the room.

'That… that's made of metal,' Ryou stammered, staring nervously at the hole.

'What did you think bench-press weights were made of, paper?' Raven demanded, now thoroughly pissed off.

'But you threw it like it was a Frisbee!'

'I SAID FUCKING GET OUT!' She yelled, picking up another disk.

Ryou instantly fled the room, followed by Yugi, Tea, Tristan, Joey and Kaiba, scrambling over each other in their haste to avoid the next weight.

Another song began blaring. Raven's voice joined the din, an oddly melodic strand in the tangled sonic mess. 'I know you'll be there, to see the tables turning… wake up tomorrow, and watch the bridges burning…'

'She can sing,' Joey panted.

'If you call screaming along with pots and pans singing,' Kaiba grunted. He pushed himself up off the floor.

'Aww, was Kaiba scared of the little girl?'

'You ran away too.' Kaiba quickly brushed himself down, mentally chastising himself. A CEO did not run away from young girls…even if the young girl in question had just thrown him across the room, then flung a twenty-pound metal disc at Joey's head like it was a Frisbee.

'I can feel it in my mind… I don't care, I don't care if you realise, what you see, what you see in my eyes…'

'A crazy bitch, that's what I see,' Tea grumbled. 'I'm going outside.'

'But Valon said—'

'Oh, fuck what he said, Moto,' Kaiba interrupted. 'If you want to stay here and be deafened by that crap, then that's fine by me.' He turned his back and strode from the room.

At that moment, the song reached its peak, and the singer let out a soul-tearing scream. Raven joined in.

'Alright, I'm coming,' Yugi winced.

'I'm over me being under you… I'm breaking free and I'm breaking through…'

He blocked his ears until they'd walked far enough into the back yard that the music was reduced to a faint tremor in the early evening breeze. Raven's singing wasn't that bad; it was her choice of music that killed his ears.

'Jesus,' Ryou groaned, lying down on the grassiest area he could find. 'My ears are still ringing.'

Yugi carefully picked up a rusted metal—thing—before sitting down beside him. 'Did you see the way she threw that weight?'

'Forget the weight, did you see the way she threw Kaiba?' Joey carelessly flung himself down beside his two friends. 'That was awesome!'

'It was not a throw,' Kaiba growled. He didn't sit down; he leant against a half-dead tree, arms folded defiantly yet coolly. A small, rusting hunk of metal came up to his waist, and he quickly propped his laptop on it. The lid snapped open with a flick of his fingers.

'No, you just fell horizontally across the room in midair,' Tristan said, lazing idly beside Joey. Tea had joined the four on the ground as well. 'After colliding with Raven's hand.'

'It was not—' A sudden beeping from the laptop halted him midsentence. He clicked on the alert. 'Oh, Mokie. What's up?'

'Mokie?' Joey sniggered.

Kaiba didn't blush.

'Hey, big bro,' Mokuba said. 'We've made a little headway, but we need pictures to narrow things down. You think you can get some?'

'Shouldn't be a problem,' Seto replied. 'I'll get them to you as soon as possible.'

'Thanks. Mokuba out.'

A small smile cracked Seto's face at his younger brother's imitation of himself.

'Somewhere, I betcha a puppy died,' Joey whispered to Tristan.

'I wish it had been a puppy named Joseph,' Kaiba growled, his normal demeanour returning.

'I'm no mutt!' Joey made a half-hearted attempt to get to his feet, but couldn't be bothered and slumped back down. 'Man, I need some grub.'

Kaiba shook his head. Stupid mutt. He rose quietly to his feet, leaving the laptop open. From one of his trench-coat pockets he withdrew his phone.

Yugi noticed. 'What are you doing, Kaiba?'

'Getting a photo for Mokuba.'

'If she catches you, she'll kill you,' Tea said.

'Your concern is noted. I'll be quite fine.'

'It wasn't concern,' Tea said, not really caring if Kaiba heard her or not. He was already halfway back to the house.

'You really think she'd kill him?' Yugi asked.

'She already threw him across the room, Yug,' Joey said. 'I think she'd kill him.'

'I wish she would,' Tristan said.

'You don't mean that,' Ryou put in.

'Oh, I do.'

Over at the house, Seto was pleasantly surprised to discover that Raven had turned down the music, if only a little. It was easy enough to slip into the house unnoticed; it was something else entirely to sneak down to the gym room and take a picture of her without her realising.

Taking a deep breath, he padded softly down the corridor to the room. The music drowned out any noise he made. As he drew near, he could hear Raven's voice join the music.

To his own surprise, he found his heart was pounding. He wasn't afraid; certainly not. Seto Kaiba was never afraid. He quickly opened the camera function on his phone, making sure the flash option was off. Silenly, he poked his head around the crack in the door.

Raven was still on the bench-press. He counted the weights on the end of the bar, swearing to himself when he finished. One hundred and eighty pounds of weight. No wonder she could throw me so easily. He was astonished at her strength; her lean arms looked barely muscled enough to pick up a chair, let alone all those weights.

Shaking his head, he raised his phone. He waited until she finished her set and sat up before snapping a quick photo. It was a good one, at least to him; it captured perfectly her hair, her face, even her teardrop tattoos. It also captured her necklace. He reminded himself to ask Mokuba to check out that as well… there was something about that necklace that interested him. Yes; this photo would do.

He backed away down the corridor. The floor panel he stepped on let out a small creak, and he jumped. Just as he was calming himself, his phone—set to silent—went off, vibrating frantically in his pocket. He swore mentally. As he pulled it out, his eyes widened.

The call ID read 'Mokie'.

Hurrying back down the corridor to be out of Raven's earshot, he picked up the call. 'Mokie?'

'Bad news, Seto,' his little brother said.

'Bad news how?'

'On the backgrounds. Raven's big trouble.'

'I knew that already,' he grumbled. 'She's a pain in the—'

'No, bigger trouble,' Mokuba interrupted. 'She's an illegal, big bro. Valon too.'

His eyes widened, and a small grin appeared on his face. 'An illegal, you say?'

'Yeah, an illegal. All of the backgrounds we've pulled up so far say that any Raven or Valon over here is here illegally. But the story gets worse. She's also got a record—and if the background we have is the right one, you guys could be in big danger.'

'Danger?' He felt his smile slipping a little.

'Raven was serving a twenty-three-year sentence when she escaped from an Egyptian juvenile detention centre,' Mokuba said. 'We don't know exactly what for yet, but she's definitely here illegally, and definitely a big-time criminal. They don't give twenty-three year sentences to car thieves.'

He shrugged it off. 'We'll be fine. I'm just sending the photos of Raven to you; Valon's will be there in an hour or less. Can you check out her necklace, too?'

'A necklace?'

'It's a sword, golden, and looks to be of a similar style to Moto's, Ishtar's and Bakura's,' he said. 'It… it just interests me.'

'Alright, Seto,' Mokuba said. 'One more thing, though. Remember Ravana Moto?'

'Yugi's twin sister.' His heart began to grow heavy, and he shook off the feeling. 'Of course. She died two years ago.'

He remembered her so well; Yugi's twin in every sense of the word, she was as kind and as gentle—though slightly less naïve—as her brother. She preferred to keep her hair a utilitarian brown, rather than Yugi's tri-coloured monstrosity. Even their duelling skills were identical. He had to suppress a laugh at this; she was the only person he'd ever seen defeat Yugi in a fair duel.

And the only one he'd ever asked for a date.

But on the day they'd meant to meet up, she'd never shown, and it was only later—while he was angrily thinking up all the possible things he could do to her to make her feel as bad as he did—that he'd found out she'd apparently been involved in a fatal accident on the way to their rendezvous.

He hadn't had the courage to attend the funeral. Yugi hadn't told him where or when it was, and he'd been glad for that… he hadn't wanted to make up an excuse; it seemed to him that it would be dishonouring her memory. But he knew he couldn't attend. He would let nobody see him cry. As a matter of fact, he still didn't know where her grave was. He would have left flowers. Yugi never told him, though.

'What about her?' he asked, clearing his throat.

'She might not have died,' Mokuba said.

He felt his heart stop and his jaw drop. 'What did you say?'

'She might not have died,' he repeated. 'That is, she might still be alive.'

'You're joking.'

'No. According to this, Ravana also had a record. It ends when we were told she died; that's true. But the twenty-three-year sentence Raven's record only begins after Ravana's ends.'

His head was spinning. This was all wrong. 'You're telling me—'

'Your Raven could well be Ravana Moto,' Mokuba finished. 'But we're not sure yet. We'll need photos to confirm or dispute anything. I'll let you know what we find. For now, just see if you can find out anything more on Raven—and if you can, see if you can corner Yugi about that accident.'

He couldn't. She couldn't be. It was impossible. He shook his head to clear it; even if this was Raven, even if Ravana was still alive, was he ready to see her again?

It was only now he realised how much Ravana still affected him.

'Alright,' he replied mechanically. 'Talk to you later.'

'Talk to you later too, big bro,' Mokuba said. He hung up.

Seto closed his phone. In the space of ten seconds, his life had been shaken up horribly, and he wasn't sure whether the news Ravana might be alive was good or bad.

Then another thought hit him. If Raven was Ravana, and Raven was an illegal alien with a twenty-three-year juvie sentence, was Ravana really who he thought she was?

Or was Yugi hiding more than just her grave?

Sorry for the cliffhanger... hope you liked. If you're interested in Ravana, there's a story featuring her [AU, however] named "Dancing On The Beach".

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