Chapter 2: Piling Questions

I do not own yugioh or any of its characters.

"Thank you, everyone," Chihiro smiled as she walked toward the front door of the game shop, "I had a very nice evening with you all, but it's time for me to go back home."

"Where exactly do you live, Chihiro?" Anzu asked.

Chihiro turned around. "I live in the apartment building over by the harbor," she answered.

"Hey," Ryo added, "I live in that building, too! And Miho's place isn't far. Why don't we walk there together?"

Chihiro nodded. They're all so nice. I just hope they don't end up like that one girl from the other school…

"Chihiro," Miho asked, "are you ready to go?" Chihiro nodded, and headed out the door with Miho and Ryo right behind her.


Chihiro, Miho, and Ryo were walking each other home. Miho was walking right next to Ryo, who looked a little embarrassed, and Chihiro was walking behind them. She could feel her hand clenching. It wasn't her thing to get jealous about a boy, especially since what happened to her when she was dating another young man. Chihiro then heard chuckling behind her, but when she turned around, there was no one there.

"Well," Miho said, oblivious to Chihiro's feelings, "this is where I'll have to leave you guys. See you tomorrow!" She then ran off without a glance behind. Chihiro walked up to Ryo and said: "Come on, let's go! Maybe you can come over to my place for dinner. Then you'd be able to meet Pikako!" She started walking forward, but when Ryo didn't follow her, she knew something wasn't right. "Ryo," she asked, "this isn't funny! You're really creeping me out!" Ryo didn't move. Instead, he began laughing in a deeper voice. Then, a strange pendant looking a lot like Yugi's appeared around his neck. When he looked up, his hair was a little more spiked and his eyes were no longer friendly and welcoming.

"Sorry," the new being said, "but Ryo is no longer here." Despite his supernatural transformation, Chihiro snickered. "So," she said, "looks like you've finally decided to show yourself."

"What," Bakura growled, "you knew the whole time?!"

"You're not the only one who's good at acting innocent," she purred.

"Well, well," Bakura admired, "you're better then I thought, mortal."

"I am no mortal," the black-haired girl retorted. Bakura looked up, and then smiled. "Then there's one more reason," he whispered, "to make you a deal."


Ryo walked Chihiro into their apartment building. "Hey Ryo," Chihiro asked, "Are you doing anything special for dinner?" Ryo shook his head. His father had gone to Colombia to "the Archaeological find of the century."

"Well," Chihiro went on, "would you like to come over to our place? I'm sure Auntie wouldn't mind." Ryo looked up in disbelief. "Y-you really mean it," he asked. Chihiro nodded. Ryo's face brightened. "O-of course," he answered, "I'd love to!"

Chihiro smiled. "Then let's go," she said as she ran to the elevator, "we're on the fourth floor, so I hope you like elevators!" Ryo ran after her with a smile on his face as well.

"Well, this is it," Chihiro smiled, "room 402." She opened the door and walked inside, with Ryo following her. "Wait her for a sec," Chihiro whispered to the white-haired boy. When she wondered off, probably to find her aunt, Ryo sent down his school briefcase and looked around from where he was standing. There were a few candles flickering in the living room, and what looked like a cat climbing tree was in the corner. Well, she did say that she had a cat. Then he saw a picture of probably Chihiro when she as a child and another woman. Is that her aunt? As he stepped up the table to get a better look, she felt something rubbing up against his leg. When he looked down, he almost jumped up to the next floor. It was the cat, but it was much larger then Ryo had expected. "Wow," he stuttered to the cat, "you're good at sneaking up on people." When he bent over to pet her, he noticed that she was wearing a black collar. He got on his knees while still petting the friendly feline. "May I see your collar," he asked the cat. Oh, great. I've started talking to cats. Oblivious to Ryo's thoughts, the cat put its front paws onto his lap, as if it could understand what he was saying. He saw the tag that read, Pikako Torabatsu, 38475 Thunder Way Room 402, (435) 394-6785. "You must be Chihiro's cat," he concluded, "since you have her last name." He smiled at the furry animal. Then he saw a second tag behind the first. Must be those tags the vets put on. He lifted up the first tag see the one behind. To his surprise, it didn't have any writing at all. Just a strange picture of what looked like a tiger or another big cat. "That's strange," he whispered, "but if I didn't know any better, without the first tag, it kind of looks like Chihiro's choker…"

"Um, Ryo," a voice said, "Are you, talking to my cat?" It was Chihiro! Ryo quickly got to his feet, his face completely red. Chihiro smiled. "It's okay," she laughed, "Pikako likes to be talked to." She then scooped up her furry pet and began scratching it behind its ears. As Pikako purred in her owner's arms, Ryo thought that he could hear something else purring along with it, but his trance was broken when an older woman walked into the room.

"Ah, you must be Ryo," she welcomed, "you can just call me Auntie. Chihiro said something about you staying for dinner…"

"Oh, yes," he answered, "I-I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," Auntie replied, "come on in." Just then, he noticed that Auntie had light brown hair. "But the woman in the picture has dark brown hair," he mumbled out loud. Chihiro looked at Ryo, then her feet.

"The woman in the picture," Chihiro mumbled, "is my mother."

"F-forgive me," Ryo stuttered, "You look happy with her. In that picture." When Chihiro didn't make eye contact, Ryo began to feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "is, is she…" Chihiro shook her head. Now even Pikako looked like she was going to cry.

"But the other girl is," Chihiro choked. Ryo looked at her. When Chihiro looked up, she had tears in her eyes.

"B-but," Ryo stuttered, "that's not possible."

"It is," Chihiro explained, "if the girl was my twin sister."