Chapter 2

Yami's POV

I forget what had happened to cause this, but I knew that Bakura and Marik had done it somehow. We had been catapulted through space and time and had landed in a dark room.

"Are you okay, Yugi?" I asked. I hated that Yugi had to be pulled into this mess too.

"I"m fine, but what about you? You seem...Different somehow. Wait..."

He put his hands on my face. "Yami! You have a body!"

I do? Just then, a door opened, and footsteps thumped towards us.

The owner of those footsteps was a girl...? No, a woman with hair that looked a lot like Marik's, save that it was soaked. A pair of round lenses glasses were perched on her nose, the mud colored eyes behind it wide with shock. She was wearing a black tank top and red wind shorts, with no shoes on her feet. Around her neck was a black choker with the Chinese symbol for tiger, and a tan cord with a couple of knots in it held a copper key.

She stared at us for a minute and fainted, crumpling to the floor in a ball.

"That was easy. Now let's get the hell out of here." Bakura said, letting go of Marik's mouth and shaking off some spit.

"Wait! We can't just leave here here!" Yugi said.

"Like hell I'm helping her! Take a look at this." he snapped, stepping over the woman and flipping on a switch. The room lit up slowly.

Plastered around the huge room were pictures. Pictures of us, doing almost everything. Eating ice cream, posing, and lounging around were the most prominent. There were even pictures on the ceiling. A dresser had little figurines of us, as well as other people we knew. Strange books lined a large bookshelf.

"She's a bloody fangirl. It's probably why she fainted. We need to get out of here before she wakes up and traps us here."

"Holy frig! Check this out. Not only is she a fangirl, but she's into Yaoi too!" Marik shouted. He was looking at the ceiling underneath the canopy bed.

"Yugi, what's Yaoi?" I asked, hoping he would clarify. Instead, he turned a dark shade of pink.

"You don't want to know." he murmurred, turning his gaze to the floor.

"Alright, nobody move!" A low voice shouted. We all turned to look at the woman, who had gotten up and grabbed- The Millennium Rod?!

"It may not be magic, but it still hurts like a bitch!'' she screamed. Oh, it was fake.

"Please miss...calm down..."Yugi started.

"I don't want to hurt any of you! Please!'' She was starting to tear up.

"I've had enough of this whiny bitch." Bakura growled. He walked up to the woman and put his index finger on her forehead.

"Bakura, don't you dare!'' I shouted. But it was too late.

"BATSU GAME!" The sentence reverberated throughout the building, and the woman cringed.

But nothing happened. The woman slowly opened her eyes.

"What?! Why didn't it work?!" he said, shocked. Before any of us could answer, the woman raised the fake rod and smacked him hard on the head. He tumbled backwards, cursing in many languages. When she had realized what she had done, she fell to her knees.

"Holy crap...I'm badass!" she cheered.

"Kitty! Are you ok?!" Marik gasped.

"Not a bloody kitty... But yes. And the bitch was right. That fake is made out of wood."

"This bitch has a name, you know!" She seemed to be calming down a little. "It's Gypsy!"

"Gypsy? What kind of a name is that?" Bakura growled.

"Well what kind of name is Florence?! We both have weird names, get over it!" she said, irritated. Bakura lunged at Gypsy, but Marik threw himself over his shoulders.

"Kitty no!"

"NOT A KITTY!"

"Both of you shut up!" Gypsy shouted. "Look, I'm sorry that I bitch slapped you with a stick. You scare me a bit. But I am the woman of this house, and as long as you stay here, you will respect me and my rules!''

"Feh, why should I listen to you?" he challenged.

"Because no one else would take you in for who you are." she replied. "I don't particularly like you, sure. But you're a better choice compared to whomever else could've come through with Marik, Yami, and Yugi here. Besides, you and Marik make me laugh."

"So you're offering to let us live here because...you think we're funny? What about them?" Marik said, pointing at me and Yugi.

"I have my reasons for letting them stay." she said. I could have sworn that I saw her cheeks turn pink. "Anyway, you guys hungry? I'm cookin' steak."

"Well, ok. But only because it's steak." Bakura grumbled, pushing past Gypsy and walking out of the room. Marik followed closely. Gypsy walked over to us and offered a hand.

"What about you two?" she said, a smile on her face. Personally, I thought she was strange, but in a nice way. I looked at Yugi, who nodded.

"Sure." I replied, taking the hand. Pink dusted her cheeks once more.

"Let's go then."