AGKamon: Hi! We're back!

Bakura: *rolls eyes* Oh good.

AGKamon: Disclaimer Bakura.

Bakura: One word, no.

Kayla: What if...I convinced AG to change the story so I'd end up with Marik...? *sits on Marik's lap and wraps her arms around her neck*

Bakura: Fine. *mutters curses under breath* AGKamon doesn't own me, Marik, or anything related to Yu-Gi-Oh! She only owns that manipulative OC of hers, Kayla.

Kayla: Thanks Bakura! *gets up and hugs Bakura*

AGKamon: There's some French words in this chapter, translations will be at the end.

Bakura's P.O.V

I sighed.

"You're not going to agree even with her change in appearance, are you?" Marik asked. I scoffed.

"Of course not. I simply want to see the extent of her appearance-changing abilities."

"Since when do you care?"

"I can't answer that, Marik. I really have no idea." I shook my head.

Why do I care at all about this girl? I simply can't help but be curious about her when I shouldn't care at all. What's wrong with me lately?

"Bonjour! Je m'appelle Monique LeBlanc!" That call was definitely her (was she speaking French?), and Marik and I turned to see how much she'd changed. Marik's jaw dropped, and my lips parted slightly in surprise. She'd braided the long strands of hair on either side of her face, and she must've been wearing contacts, as her eyes were now emerald-green. There was a permanent blush fixed upon her cheeks, probably from make-up. She was wearing a short white tank-top with a low neckline, and a silver short-sleeved shirt underneath. Her jeans were a pale blue, and there were a pair of off-white sneakers on her feet. There was a white belt around her waist with a small blue and light-gray bag connected to it. It seemed as though she'd applied make-up to her eyes in some way as well.

"Wow…" Marik breathed.

"Was that French?" I asked, quickly regained my composure.

"Indeed, mon amis. Now, will you agree to the plan since I went to all the dreadful trouble of getting ready? S'il vous plaît Monsieur Bakura…?"

"Yeah! Come on Bakura, how can you argue when the girl's speaking French?" Marik added, jumping up from his chair and slinging his arm around her shoulders. I sighed again; her abilities were impressive, I'll give her that.

"Fine, how are you going to injure me?" I asked warily. They grinned.

"Oh nothin' serious. We're not gonna put ya on Death's door or anythin'." She'd suddenly reverted back to her usual, non-French way of speaking.

"Mhm. I was thinking of a stab wound…maybe on your arm…" Marik mused, eyeing me.

"I'd play the girlfriend who you protected from getting hurt. You'd play the protective boyfriend who's been successfully keeping a long-distance relationship with me, and I was finally able to move out here to see you. We had met back in England where I was the new girl from France, we'd bonded instantly and became friends. We started going out six months later. Both of us were heartbroken when you moved out here, but we kept our relationship going. We were on a date or somethin' when we're attacked. Marik would play the innocent bystander who came to our rescue…I was thinking Marik could use the name Namu," she explained, "I'll have the name Monique LeBlanc."

"Did you have this all planned out?" I questioned. She nodded.

"As soon as Marik explained the plan; I started thinking up a story to tell the Pharaoh and his friends. Aren't I a quick thinker?"

"I've actually had this idea for a while…" Marik said. I rolled my eyes.

"Who are we meeting?"

"I was personally thinking a few of the Pharaoh's friends…Joey Wheeler, Téa Gardner, and his grandfather, Solomon Moto. The Pharaoh is nowhere near them, so there's no way he can protect them from us, or say that we're not who we say we are. What do you think?" she suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea, Bakura?" Marik inquired.

"It's not the worst idea I've heard. Let's go somewhere near them for when you injure me; that way, if they check, the blood will be on the ground. Now, who's going to stab me?"

"I'll do it. I always wear gloves, so there won't be any fingerprints," Kayla offered.

"Are you sure you can handle it? What if you get blood on your glove?" Marik asked.

"I can do it; I've seen some pretty brutal things. It's not like I'm gonna kill him. If there's blood on my glove, I'll say I tried to stop the bleeding with it. Easy," she replied. I smirked at her confidence, did she really have what it takes to stab another person? Even though it obviously won't kill me.

At The Alley:

"Are you sure about this?" Marik worried, "I'll do it if you want."

"I'm fine Marik! Now stop distracting me!" she snapped. I impatiently held my arm my out to her.

"Get on with it. I'm getting impatient," I growled.

"Marik, stay," Kayla commanded while taking a grip on my arm. And without a second thought from her, I felt metal pierce the skin of my upper arm.

Without a thought, I didn't actually think she had the nerve to do it…

"It didn't hurt too much, did it?" she asked, removing the blade as quickly as it went in. I chuckled.

"I've faced a lot worse…" I replied. She then shed her left glove (apparently, she's left-handed and used that hand to stab me…getting blood on her glove in the process) and pressed it on the wound.

"Marik, come replace my hand while I attempt to revert to being the distraught girlfriend who's life now seems to be on a downward spiral because of this!"

"…what?" Marik questioned, now applying pressure to my bleeding arm. She paid him no mind.

"Start acting like your other half so I have a hint on how much I'll have to act," Kayla whispered to me. I rolled my eyes and faded into my other half's disgustingly innocent demeanor, and added the almost stereo-typical British accent.

"You mean like this, Kayla?" I asked.

"Mhm, and now I'll revert to my fake-innocent-side…" There was a pause.

"Well?" Marik inquired. Suddenly, she put my good arm over her shoulders and clung tightly to my shirt, tears threatening to pour from her eyes.

"Bakura, mon amour, why did you protect me? I could've taken anything as long as nothing happened to you!" she cried, convincingly.

How many talents does this girl have?

"Alright then. It'll be easy for me to play the innocent bystander…" Marik remarked. That's how the three of us ended up stumbling out of the alleyway, only to meet the Pharaoh's friends.

"Hey look!" a feminine voice called out, "it's Bakura, and he's hurt!" Kayla said her name was Téa, so the blonde must be Joey, and the old man was obviously Mr. Solomon Moto. There was no reason for me to learn their names previously.

"What happened?" Joey questioned.

"He-he was j-just trying to protect me…" the girl clinging to me whimpered.

"I found them being attacked by some man. He ran off when I came along," Marik clarified, "do you know him? Neither of them will say anything. She keeps crying, and he hasn't done anything really."

"We know Bakura, never seen her before. Hey you, who're you?" Joey turned to her. She sniffled and looked at the blonde with teary eyes.

"S-sorry. I'm Bakura's girlfriend, Monique LeBlanc. I-I finally saved up enough money to move here to be him, and now this happens!" 'Monique' replied, then breaking down again and mumbling a mixture of French and English that I couldn't decipher.

"…Monique? Are you alright?" I suddenly spoke up, contorting my voice so I sounded like I was in pain, and my other half.

"Oui, mon amour. I'm fine…" she responded. I then turned to Joey, who was kneeling in front of me.

"…Joey?"

"Bakura, what happened?"

"It happened so fast…all I remember is needing to protect Monique…" I explained before falling silent again.

"It's good that I found all of you. They need to get to a hospital," Marik said.

"I agree, I'll take them both," Solomon replied, "Joey, give us a hand."

"…Monique, was it? You need to let go of Bakura, it'll be easier for the boys to get him in the taxi…" Téa comforted, pulling the other girl away from me. Joey had hailed a taxi that drove by us, just by chance I might add.

"O-okay, but I need to go with him, Mademoiselle." Soon, 'Monique', Mr. Moto, and I all piled into the taxi. To keep up the boyfriend-girlfriend act, I didn't struggle when she pulled me toward her so I'd use her as support for staying upright.

"He'll be alright. I'll call you when there's news," the old man said before the taxi drove away, leaving Marik with the Pharaoh's two friends.

Everything's going according to plan. Marik, your end of the plan better not become a failure. The ride to the hospital was silent, and the diagnosis the doctor gave to me wasn't surprising. I was stabbed, and had to rest for a few days. It definitely took a genius to figure that out.

A Few Days Later, At Night:

"…You're still here?" I questioned irritably. Her dark-blue eyes shifted to me.

"Mhm. I coulda gone to find Marik, but his plans tend to fail, don't they? I figured I'd have more luck staying with you. Plus, who else is gonna keep you from hurting anyone when I'm gone?" she replied.

"Whatever, I'm leaving tonight, and you're coming with me. I don't care whether I'm 'recovered' or not; I've been through worse, I'll survive."

"Great! I've been getting bored." I sighed, some things about this girl never change. Suddenly, the old man walked in. She grinned, but moved her head so that he didn't notice. Uncaringly, I stood up.

"Bakura? You need to rest!" he insisted.

"Sorry old man, but you just became a pest," she said, stepping behind the elderly man and pressing a pressure point. Within a second, the man lay unconscious at our feet.

"Let's go Bakura! I've been wantin' to steal something for a few days," she remarked, pulling me behind her. Usually, I would've sent anyone to Shadow Realm for touching me without permission. But she was different, for some reason, no matter how tiresome being around her gets, the thought of doing anything to hurt her sickens me. It's something I don't plan on thinking about any time soon. At the current time, her antics are what I'll have to deal with; she's more help than Marik's been so far, so I think I'll keep her around for a little while longer.

"What's the plan?" she asked when we got outside.

"Marik said we should do everything we can to get in the Battle City Finals."

"Only one of us has to, I can just sneak on with you. We could steal a bunch of those Locator Card things and a Duel Disk."

"Or, you could steal a Duel Disk for me."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"I've never seen you duel, you need to do something."

"Fine I'll steal the thing, but for you information, I actually have a deck. I'm just usually too busy to really duel anyone. See ya in a bit, wait here!" And then she was gone.

I give her ten minutes until she's back. I wonder why she insists on staying around Marik and I; we're not threatening her to stay, even with the information she has on us. She could leave anytime she wants. An arm being slung around my shoulders broke my train of thought.

"Here ya go, a freshly stolen Duel Disk. Now we gotta find a couple of unsuspecting duelists. Shall we?"

"How long did that take you?" I asked.

"I dunno, a few minutes perhaps. There was a kid with a Duel Disk and a Locator Card around the corner. I just swiped it and ran, he was none the wiser. Where do ya think we'll find duelists this late at night?" she explained, handing me the Duel Disk which I took and snapped onto my arm.

"How would I know? I've been stuck in the hospital."

"So have I!"

"No one ever said you had to stay…" I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry if I actually care about people's well-being. Just because you're willing to get stabbed, doesn't mean that I don't care if you recover."

Why does she care at all?

"Let's just find some duelists," I interjected, walking off in a random direction.

"Oh no, you are not getting out of this conversation!"

"…If you really want to finish this conversation even though it's going absolutely nowhere, how about after I get the last five Locator Cards?"

"Fine, but I don't forget easily, so don't think you'll be getting out of this," she replied, walking after me. Then she walked faster and went ahead of me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I questioned.

"I'm getting your information for ya! Be back in a second, this is how I get information." Sighing, I stayed where I was and decided to see what she was going to do. With her, you never know. The female bluenette walked up to a group of three guys, and she starting…flirting with them. For a reason that I couldn't place, an unfamiliar feeling bubbled up inside me.

Could this be jealousy? Why would I be jealous about what she does? I don't care at all about anything she does.

"You flirted with a group of hormone-driven teenage boys to get information?" I said.

"Why, of course! I have good looks, why shouldn't I use them? By the way, there's a duelist with a bunch of Locator Cards in the graveyard; let's get going." She turned her back to me and continued to where the graveyard must be.

This is the first time I've seen her upset with anyone. How strange, she'll still talk, but she doesn't say anything that's unnecessary. And she…why am I noticing this…?

"Coming…" I muttered, following after the neutral spy.

AGKamon: Okay the translations are as follows:

Bonjour! Je m'appelle Monique LeBlanc! = Hello! My name is Monique LeBlanc.

Mon amis = My friends

S'il vous plaît Monsieur Bakura...? = Please Mister Bakura...?

Mon amour = My love

Non, mon amour = No, my love

Mademoiselle = Miss

Marik: Why French?

AGKamon: My school has mandatory French classes, I wanted to use my knowledge of French for something! I don't exactly plan on going to France, or Canada.

Bakura: Whatever. *grumbles* Thanks katz341 for continuing to review...

Kayla: Okay, read and review! See ya next chapter! *waves*