"Ryou…" I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was sitting in my soul room all alone. "Ugh." I groaned in discomfort. The burning was back, but it wasn't that bad this time. Then, suddenly, an invisible energy was pulling at me, forcing me out of my soul room. Then I blacked out.

"Tomb Robber? Tomb Robber!?" A voice called out to me, and I would bet my life that it belonged to the Pharaoh. I can only really on my hearing for now, since my eyelids are as heavy as stones. I would have replied if not for my whole mouth feeling numb; that, and the fact that every part of my body wouldn't move.

"Baka, only someone as weak as you couldn't handle something so simple." Another voice sneered. It came from the across the room. I could recognize the voice as well. Audibly, the Pharaoh gasped, and I would've laughed at such a dumb reaction coming from 'his highness' if not for the reason that I too felt like gasping, if not screaming.

"Ryou, what's going on? Is that really you?!" The Pharaoh was getting hysterical, since apparently he hadn't been prepared for what he was seeing.

So I had been right, it had been Ryou who had been across the room, but was now probably standing a foot or two from me. I couldn't take it anymore. I began to force my eyelids to open, my body to move. In an instant of adrenaline thrust myself into a sitting position and kept my eyes open.

"Ryou, you… you look like-" I began to talk, but Ryou cut me off.

"-You? Yes, I know that already. I think your style fits me very well." Ryou smiled sadistically at me. It was MY smile, or at least the one I used to wear before Battle City had ended. I lowered my head to check if I still looked like me, and I did.

It's funny, how I had been expected myself to look like Ryou. I examined Ryou more carefully this time, noticing more details. His eyes were even sharper than mine, the color did no longer even resemble brown; they were a deep red.

"What's going on here?!" Yami exclaimed, finally breaking the silence, and tension, that had been growing between Ryou and me.

"SHUT UP!" Ryou screamed, punching Yami in the jaw, thus successfully knocking him out. You know how I said Ryou looked like me before; well he also acts like me from before too. I was about to ask Ryou, "What the hell was that?!" when he jumped out of our window. Did I mention we live in a second story apartment… well we do.

And with that, Ryou was gone.

Yugi's POV

"… Okay, thank you." I heard someone say. I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings carefully. I was in a living room, and someone was walking towards me where I lay. I struggled to sit upright, but I finally did it.

"Oh, you're up." The voice said; it was Bakura. "I just called your little group of friends; they're on their way over now." Bakura sounded annoyed, but relieved that I was awake.

"Why did you call them?" I asked Bakura. He didn't need to that; I was perfectly capable of walking home.

"Well, you see… I need you and you're little groupie's help." Bakura said, sounding ashamed of himself. I blinked once, twice, but the words sounded the same every time I replayed them in my head. THE Bakura was asking ME for help?! The guy who would probably tear off my head if I even thought of letting him use a Band-Aid?!

"Bakura-" I began but was cut off by a 'ding, dong' sound. Bakura went to the door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was Joey, Tea, Duke, Tristan, and even Kaiba. Joey gave Bakura grimace, but then turned to me and smiled. Everyone else was indifferent to Bakura; they didn't hate him, but they didn't like him either.

"Ummm……" Bakura began.

Bakura's POV

Shit. I'm frikkin screwed! They won't help me! They'll probably blame me for everything and then beat me up or something. And in addition to this, I can't even say 'help'… it's not in my vocabulary. Crap... it's for Ryou, it's for Ryou.

"Umm… can you… I need… I was wondering if you could…." I tried to tell them I needed help, but it wasn't really working out.

"Spit it out, Bakura." Joey said to me savagely. At least, his expression is what I would define as savage. You know, practically spitting the sentence, frowning at you and an "I want to kill you" kind of look in their eyes… the basics.

"I need help! Okay, can you help me?!" I yelled at them. They just stood there stunned.

IkutosGirl: *cough* anger management *cough*

Bakura: What?!

IkutosGirl: I mean… hope you enjoyed, ja!