"Hello? Are you ok?" A sudden soft voice made me jump. I turn, it was Marik. "Ryou, right? As you may know, I am Marik Ishtar." A hysterical giggle escapes my lips and Marik looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. "What's so funny?" he demanded, his brow crinkling in confusion.

"Oh nothing. It's just a joke my friend and I had."

"And… what is it?" he was getting frustrated now. Good.

"We were on a James Bond buzz and we were walking around saying our names like James Bond. It was fun." I stare off into the park. Memories playing in my mind like a mini movie.

"Ha ha. I am Ishtar, Marik Ishtar." He giggled. Apart from the looks it was hard to believe that this giggling bundle of blonde was brothers with the obnoxious self-absorbed moron that sat next to me in class. I laugh along with him, remembering when Bakura and I chased each other around the park then finally catching each other and saying 'we meet again, Jones. Ryou Jones.' Ahh… good times. "Hell ooh? Ryou? Your kinda staring into space. Are you ok?" Arghhhhhh what do the Ishtar brothers have with that question?

"Yes, yes of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I snap. Marik looked upset. "Oh god. Don't bloody cry. I am sorry, ok?" Marik's face lit up slightly.

"Hey, do you wanna play James Bond?" Stupid kid, oh well. I shall humour him.

"Sure. Why not?" The next hour or so consisted of guns, acrobatics and horrible German accents.

"Hey, Dipstick and Freakazoid!" a loud despised voice called from the top of the hill. Great, Malik.

"Stop talking about yourself like that, Malik, it's bad for your self-esteem." Yelled back Marik. Good on him.

"I know you are, you said you are, but what am I?"

"That doesn't make any sense, you idiot."

"Because shut up!"

"That doesn't make any sense either, you foolish fool."

"I don't care!"

"You should care!" yeah that's gonna get annoying.

"Both of you shut the bloody hell up! Malik what are you doing here?" I yell.

"Well I am glad you asked. Miss whatserface is pissed you left and told us to go have lunch early so she can find you. Maybe I should tell her where you two are." He says calmly as he practically glides down the hill.

"Do that and I will punch you into next week."

"Like you could, weak puny child."

"what did you call me?"

"A Weak Puny Child. Is there something wrong with your hearing or something?" I lunge at him but Marik is quicker and pulls me back before I manage to punch his brother.

"Calm down, Bakura. He doesn't mean it. He is just winding you up." Wait. What did he call me? Bakura? How does he know Bakura? Marik realising his mistake blushed and stammered out. "Ryou. That's what I said. Ryou."

"Yeah right, brother. You aren't a very good liar even that big blonde idiot with the punching fetish could see through it." sniggered Malik, obviously unaware of the anger welling up in me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" I scream, pulling at Marik's fingers that are restraining me. I had to get out but at the same time I had to stay to hear about him. Him being Bakura.

"Ahh… Umm… Ahh… This is really hard to explain but ahh…" Marik looked down at the grass, avoiding my eyes. His violet eyes brimming with tears. Malik sighed in frustration.

"Yes, Malik. Do you have something to share?" I say bitterly.

"In the matter of fact I do. Your little friend here has been looking for you for about, I don't know, six months. And the-stupid-friggen-bastard-that-dare-call-himself-my-brother-aka-odion and Ishizu made me come with him from Egypt to this stinking hell hole. All for a favour of a friend."

"What?" I was confused. Why was he telling me this?

"Oh yeah. Marik, I have some good news and some bad news." He says, directing his attention to my captor.

"Fine, what's the good news?" Marik sighed.

"Your little playmate is coming in twenty four hours." Marik's purple eyes widened in shock.

"What? How is that good news? Bring on the bad news."

"It's just that he should have told you yesterday, Binky boy." Answers a quiet but sinister voice. Wait! I know that all-too-familiar accent. Bakura?

"Bakura?" I cry happily.

"Bakura!" stammers Marik in shock.

"Bakura." Utters Malik coolly.

"Me!" exclaims Bakura cheerfully. "What have been doing without me, Ry? Getting into trouble, I hope." His grin fades as his eyes flicked to my wrist. "Oh Ry. Let him go. He isn't hurting anyone." I stumble as Marik's arms left mine. Bakura pulls me into a hug. "Was this because of me? Is this because I left you alone with Seto for company?" I smile despite my urge to start whimpering.

"I missed you so much." I whisper into his long hair.

"I am sorry to interrupt this little get-together but the Asshole and Marik's sister are here." Marik's voice brought me back to reality.

"For you information I am your sister too and his name is Odeon not asshole, Malik." Lectured a strange lady with a cool-looking necklace to Malik.

"Arghhh! It's Ishizu and the Bastard! I am so scared. I am quaking in my boots." Mutters Malik sarcastically.

"Bloody wanker." Bakura whispers in my ear. I giggle, that was exactly what I was thinking.