Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou Bakura: Time Master! ❯ Time Travel: Novel idea, but bad if you bring Jou ( Chapter 8 )

DISCLAIMER: I down own Yu-Gi-Oh. Takahashi does, and I think he's the best for it. The only characters I own are Sami/Sith, and Katt.

 

As they had made their way to the large palace, Ryou had noticed that Sith had left quite some time ago. She wasn't with Atemu, at the very least. Sami had noticed, too, but still kept her silence. Obviously, she was still in shock from seeing herself, even though she didn't think she should be too surprised. Ryou gently grasped her hand a little tighter, and she looked at him questioningly.

 

“Are you sure you're all right?” he whispered, hoping the guards wouldn't hear them. They were ordered not to attack, but what else would they do if a rule was broken? Sami's lips tightened, and she nodded slowly.

 

“More or less,” she replied, “I just didn't expect to meet myself so soon. Or, at least I'm pretty sure that's me. She does kind of look like me.” Ryou agreed, there was actually very little physical difference between them.

 

“I'm sure Bakura and Yami wanted us to avoid this,” Ryou stated, and Sami growled a little in annoyance, “Do you think they think we're responsible?”

 

“They'll be suspicious because of Katt and I,” Sami grumbled, her wings ruffling unhappily, “We don't have that kind of power, but we're still… what did Yami's past call us? Oh, Espers. Yeah, we're still Espers… or Chesiers… and that's not a good thing.” Ryou patted Sami's back comfortingly, but she didn't smile at him. She was still very grim, and it didn't improve when everyone suddenly stopped. Malik actually slammed into Seth, gaining a growl from the angry priest.

 

“You're on thin ice, commoner,” Seth said angrily, until he saw Atemu glaring at him. Then he simply kept his mouth shut. Atemu cleared his throat and said something to a few of the guards. They nodded, and then beckoned for Sami and Katt to follow them, leaving everyone else. Malik protested almost immediately.

 

“H-hey! Where are you taking Katt!?” Malik asked, clenching his fists. He wanted to lunge at the guards, but they had already vanished behind a corner. Atemu looked at Malik calmly before answering.

 

“Not to worry. Your friends are going to speak with Sith alone,” Atemu explained, smiling serenely, “We have an unusual situation here, and I doubt it's a coincidence that your friend resembles Sith so much. We simply need to talk to her.” Ryou looked down and sighed. If only Atemu knew half of what he did about Sami, it'd make much more sense. But Katt was another story. And Malik made that quite clear.

 

“But Katt doesn't look like Sith at all!” Malik yelled defensively, “I mean, yeah, she's Sami's sister, but not even they look the same anymore. Can't you let her go?”

 

“I'm sorry, but you'll understand why we need them both later,” Atemu replied, and then turned back around, “As for you all, there is still much we need to discuss here. So, please, follow me.” Grumbling, Malik stuffed his hands into his pockets and simply followed as Ryou looked back, hoping maybe Sami would come running back. And yet, she didn't come. Sighing, Ryou followed as well, though he was a good distance away from the rest of the group.

 

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“I don't get why we couldn't stay with them,” Katt whispered, as she and Sami were led down a dark hallway. It was a bit chilly, but that didn't bother the two. Sami simply shrugged.

 

“I'm sure we'll find out soon, sis,” Sami replied, as the guard in front of them slowed down and turned toward a door. He unlocked it, but not before speaking to both women.

 

“Honored Knight of the Pharaoh and Instructor of the Destructive Arts Sith is inside,” he announced sternly, “You are to be respectful of her at all times, and you only speak if she speaks to you. Do you understand?” Katt gulped, and nodded, but Sami simply gave the guard a glare. He bit his lower lip, as she really did remind him of Sith, and then he opened the door. When the two women were inside, the door was shut. The office, if that's what it could be called, was small, but suitable. There was a desk, exotic at that, and a few chairs of the same material. Trinkets lined the windowsills and books were crammed into the two bookcases, but the most impressive sight was the sword hanging behind the desk. It resembled the sword Sami had with her.

 

“Please sit down,” came Sith's voice, as she stepped out of the shadow, “I don't want to keep you any more than we need.” Sami nodded, and the two sat down. Sith remained upright, her arms crossed. She seemed to be examining Sami.

 

“We didn't release Zork if that's what you think,” Katt blurted out, and both women looked at her. Sami perked an eyebrow, and Sith chuckled.

 

“I know that,” Sith replied gently, “But what I don't know is why you're here, and why you look like me. Perhaps it's simply chance. Perhaps not.” Sami tried to smile weakly, as she knew Sith was giving them the benefit of a doubt, but her smile didn't appear.

 

“We're here because I need to know who I am,” Sami answered, looking Sith right in the eye, “And, because we look so much alike, everyone assumes that's you. But I can't even remember who I am, so I can't be sure of that. All I know is that I was alive in this time, and this time was the last time I was ever “seen” on this world.” Sami waited for Sith to respond before continuing. Sith narrowed her eyes and looked down at the floor, obviously thinking about what she'd just heard. Katt waited nervously, as the silence continued on. Finally, Sith spoke.

 

“An interesting story,” she said, smirking, “A believable one, if I could use my magic to confirm it. Tell me, what is your name? Both of you?” Sami stood up first.

 

“Sami K. Winchester-Bakura,” Sami replied, and the expression on Sith's face was drastic. She looked relieved as well as shocked. She blinked, and then turned to Katt.

 

“I'm Kattilian L. Sona-Winchester,” Katt replied, and then glanced at Sami, “The Sona is from my adopted family.” Sith nodded with understanding, but her gaze didn't leave Sami at all.

 

“We share a last name… and a middle initial,” she commented, “And the last part… Bakura, you say? Tell me of him.” She smiled oddly as she spoke, and Sami could feel the blush creeping up on her.

 

“Well, actually there are two Bakura I live with. One, my husband, is Ryou Bakura. He's the sweetest man I think I could've ever met. He'd do anything for me, I know it, and I'll die for him if it means keeping him alive,” Sami said, and then laughed, “Sorry, I guess that sounds a little too dramatic.” Sith chuckled, and shook her head.

 

“No, not at all. I feel that way about someone as well,” she replied, “And the second Bakura?” Sami was about to answer, but Katt intervened.

 

“He's just a really stupid thief with really stupid ideas, and he's pretty sure birds are out to screw with us,” Katt answered, and Sami had to desperately keep herself from bursting with laughter. That generally did sum Bakura up. Sith was snickering, obviously she found Katt's summary very amusing.

 

“That sounds familiar,” she commented, and then nodded, “An interesting family, Sami. I'm glad you're doing well.”

 

“Thanks,” Sami replied politely, and then tilted her head, “But why the question? You think either of them did this? I mean, Ryou let Malik's machine into our house, but he definitely didn't want this happening. And Bakura's too much of a moron to know how to use it without sending us to a dinosaur or something equally life-threatening.” Katt was laughing, and even Sith couldn't control herself for too long. But she didn't laugh for long, either.

 

“If it didn't mean messing with the fragile sense of time, I'd love to introduce you to someone you might recognize,” Sith commented, “Bakura, the thief, sounds like a thief we have living in the desert somewhere. Except for the bird obsession, he sounds just like him to me.” Even though Sith's face was stern, Sami could still hear the amusement in her voice. She sounded so similar, it felt very awkward to be talking to her. But Sami knew this was important.

 

“So, how would introducing us break the sense of time?” Katt asked, before Sami could speak, “I mean, didn't we technically already destroy it by coming here?” Sith gave Katt an amusing glance, and then sighed, nodding. She touched her forehead with the tip of her gloved finger, as though she might've been running out of energy.

 

“Technically, yes. That part is true, but we can still minimize it by keeping you all confined here,” Sith replied, “Assuming that your story is actually believable.” Both Sami and Katt blinked, and looked at each other with concern. Sith sounded sure that no one else would believe them, and now that she spoke to them, with that grim voice, it worried them a good deal.

 

“Do you believe us?” Sami asked, equally as serious. She and Sith looked at one another again, and Katt saw that they looked identical, save for their obvious difference in clothing.

 

“I feel it's more than mere coincidence that we look exactly alike,” Sith replied, neither woman averting their gaze, “Right down to our voice, we're the same. Our manners are different, but inside, we must be the same. I believe your story to the highest extent I can.” This seemed to break any tension between the three, as Katt let out a heavy sigh and slumped back. Sami nodded, but couldn't find anything else to say.

 

“So can we go back?” Katt asked, “Back to our friends?” Sith thought about the request, and then nodded. She opened the door.

 

“I will let you leave,” she said politely, “However, you both need to keep a low profile. Especially you, Sami. Because you and I look alike, people would become… suspicious. I would recommend a disguise for all of you. I've seen your friend. He resembles the pharaoh.” Katt bit her lower lip, and Sami snickered. Sith looked at her knowingly, and then went back into her office, closing the door gently. The two women looked down the hall. There were no guards, and no one else, for that matter. Deciding it best not to stick around, they ran down the hall, hoping it'd lead to wherever their friends were.

 

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“I told you they wouldn't believe us!” Malik hissed at Jou, as everyone stood in the large audience chamber, “I told you to keep your mouth shut! Hell, even Kaiba told you to zip it, and you still had to blurt everything out! Do you have any idea how ridiculous we sound!?” As he spoke, Malik glanced around the room. All six priests had assembled, each holding out their items. Atemu had taken to sitting on the throne, looking sternly at his “guests” as he preferred to call them. Jou lowered his head, as his version of what happened inevitably led to them being held for trial.

 

“I thought, you know, maybe they'd be kind if we told them the truth,” Jou said defensively, “I didn't know they'd be a bunch of hard-asses.” Shaddah, a bald-headed priest wielding the Millennium Key, glared at Jou.

 

“Hush your comments or you will be thrown in prison for slander,” he stated firmly, and Jou nodded guiltily. Anzu looked at Atemu, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He had said not to worry, and yet now they were all on trial for something, though he wouldn't say what it was. Glancing at Yami, Anzu saw that he looked incredibly guilty.

 

“Are you all right, Yami?” she asked, tilting her head. He looked at her, and then nodded slowly.

 

“Yes, but this looks bad,” Yami told her, keeping his voice down, “I can't remember everything, but I do know that something is truly wrong if they bring in all of the high priests at once.” Anzu sighed.

 

“I still don't know what we did wrong,” she commented wistfully, “We didn't mean for this to happen. Do we look like magicians?” Yami didn't answer. He continued to look at Atemu, trying to think of something to get them all out of the court. Miho, who was next to Anzu, turned her head to the doorway. Neither Sami nor Katt had come back, and even though neither of them could do anything, that worried everyone that they were being kept for so long.

 

“Do you think they threw Sami and Katt in prison?” Miho asked innocently, “From what Ryou said, stuff happens wherever those two go. You think they were found guilty?” Ryuuzaki glanced over, straightening his plaid jacket.

 

“We'd better hope to hell that they're coming,” he replied, “Katt, I'm not sure could really be charged with anything, since she doesn't really use her magic. But Sami's been in tough spots before and she usually can get out of them.” That seemed to put Miho at ease a little bit. However, standing so close, both Mahaado and Seth could hear everything being said. And they looked very suspicious of Ryuuzaki. And it didn't help that Jou decided to speak.

 

“But doesn't her way always involve blowing something to pieces?” Jou asked, and everyone realized his mistake instantly.

 

“JOU!” they all screamed, “Shut up!” All of the high priests, however, glared directly at Jou, taking his question as a thread.

 

“What!?” Seth yelled, advancing, “Our gracious king invites you to our palace and you dare threaten him!? You… you will DIE!” Before anyone could stop him, Seth aimed his item and shot a powerful blast at Jou, who screeched and ducked away just in time. The blast slammed into a pillar, but it merely clipped the structure.

 

“You wanna piece of this!?” Ryuuzaki asked angrily, taking out a stun-gun. This caused only more havoc as Mahaado ran out of the way, accidentally knocking into Anzu, Miho, Malik, and Honda in the process, and they all fell over. Seth, who was too busy screaming incoherent things at the guards, only noticed his new adversary when Ryuuzaki yelled, “COME AND GET SOME!” He was about to fire, but Mahaado was pushed into him, causing his to slip forward. The gun exploded, sending sticky, black goo everywhere. Seth started laughing, but most of the other priests, and a lot of Ryou's friends, were caught in the messy explosion. Unable to actually understand who was to blame for this, many people just started yelling and fighting with whoever happened to be closest. All the while, Yami had slipped away and was standing next to Atemu, who watched the entire scene with perfect calm.

 

“I'm to think you also have this difficulty in the future?” he asked Yami serenely, looking at his future self. Unlike Atemu, Yami was a complete wreck as he watched the scene unfold. His hair was flopped just enough to give him a look of complete desperation, and his eyes were wide with the shock of seeing everyone, especially the high priests, so disorderly. He looked at Atemu, who had to hide a snicker as he saw just how upset Yami was.

 

“The only time this happens is if Bakura and Sami happen to be in the same room during a dinner party,” he said, “Or if they're just together in general.” Atemu nodded with understanding, and the two continued to watch. Ryou, meanwhile, was also trying to get as far away as possible. Honda and Jou had both slugged him in the face, thinking he was one of the priests, and all he wanted was to sleep. As he reached the doorway, it opened enough to let Sami and Katt slip by. Sami walked right into Ryou, as he stood only a foot away from the door.

 

“Sami!” Ryou exclaimed, though quietly, “I'm so glad you're here.” He hugged the woman tightly, almost possessively, and Sami had to cough before he lessened his grip. Sami looked around at the huge brawl that had become the court, and looked at Ryou, amused.

 

“We leave for ten minutes and hell happens,” she said, and then laughed, “What happened here?” Katt stood just a bit behind them, watching with scared interest.

 

“This looks as bad as the dinner party Kaiba threw,” she commented. Ryou's cheeks became streaked with blue, obviously he was embarrassed that Sami had to walk into this.

 

“Well, Sami, it's as you say. Jou's a dumbass,” Ryou stated, “He made a few bad remarks and now they think we're threatening them.”

 

“So it's basically everyday business?” Sami asked, and Ryou nodded grimly. Sami looked ahead at the fighting. Her frown deepened, and her eye twitched in annoyance. Ryou could feel anger boiling in her, as though she felt everyone should've known better than to bicker like this. He looked at her with worry, but Katt pulled him away. And that was a good thing, for Sami opened her mouth to speak, and instead, a mighty roar ripped from her throat.

 

“SILENCE!” she roared, and that one word echoed off every wall it could find. The sound was worse than thunder, and it drowned the sounds of swords, spears, staves, and guns clashing. Immediately, everyone ceased their attacks. Yami and Atemu simply stared at Sami, both unable to believe that she could stop the fight. And, from where he was sitting, Atemu couldn't see if that was even Sami. He couldn't tell if it was her or Sith. But when Sith appeared next to him, he knew who it was.

 

“She's got quite a voice there,” Sith commented, amused, “I'll still need to get used to it, but I know that she's what I become.”

 

“You believe it!?” Atemu asked, looking at her. His expression was exasperation, and concern. Sith was usually more skeptical. She nodded, her own calm nearly reassuring to Atemu. But when she looked in his eyes, he could feel a fierce seriousness.

 

“And you do not?” she retorted, “Even if it isn't true, we've little choice now. Regardless of who these people are, Zork still ripped through their timeloop, and we need their help. You've said it yourself, this man is you.” Sith pointed to Yami, who was still watching in pure shock at the fight that dissipated. Atemu's eyes widened, as Sith had made a very good point. He tried to speak, to defend, but the words simply fumbled together in his mouth, and what he did say was incoherent. Sith didn't smile at her victory, though. She simply leaned closer to Atemu and said, “Both of our scenarios are the same. Now, what is your decision?” Atemu swallowed hard. He was never used to Sith's blunt approach to a situation, and she always seemed to go too fast for him. For now, he decided on what would help him most. And that was time.

 

“For now, we should let them all rest,” Atemu stated clearly, and loudly. Everyone turned to look at him as he continued, “They're all weary, and our little chase didn't help. For now, we all must rest, but tomorrow, I'll think of what we can do with them.” He glanced at Sith as he finished, but she didn't respond. She wasn't even looking at him. She was watching Ryou very carefully. Atemu, feeling that he was right, dismissed the priests and told the guards to show everyone to their rooms.

 

Hours later, after everyone had eaten, and after most of them bathed, Bakura found himself wandering through the halls. It was very late, but he was starting to remember the layout of the palace. At least, this floor of it. He needed to find someone, someone who could probably help Sami figure out what she needed very quickly, and who could help get rid of Zork just as fast. But the problem was that Bakura didn't know where this man was, and the shadow coming around a corner didn't help. Bakura froze, wondering who could be there, and saw Sith. She looked very upset.

 

“What are you doing here!?” she demanded, when she saw Bakura, “You're to stay in your room. Explain yourself. Now.” Bakura bit his lower lip. He felt like Sami was scolding him, and yet this woman was much more polite. But even so, he didn't know why he was down here of all places… did he?

 

“I'm looking for…” Bakura began, and then it hit him, “Sami. I'm looking for her.” He figured he'd take her along, and if they found who he was actually looking for, that person could speak to her directly. Sith, however, simply raised an eyebrow.

 

“Why?” she inquired. Bakura narrowed his eyes. Why did this woman have to question him now?

 

“Because I need to take her with me,” Bakura replied, and then sighed, “I'm going to find the Thief King. I know he can help her. I know you can, too, but she's still in shock from actually seeing herself here. And she doesn't think she can just ask you.” He looked at Sith, to see how she felt, and she looked sad. But she nodded nonetheless.

 

“Not the best plan, this late at night, but one I'll let you carry out,” she replied, dropping her voice, “But if your actions result in her getting killed, I will come after you. Don't think your appearance went unnoticed. In fact, many people will try to take her and her sister away, if only to use them.” Bakura stepped back, unsure of what to say. He thought that they landed in a relatively secluded area, but now that it came to him, he realized anyone could've been hiding where they were. He regretted this trip now.

 

“I'll keep her safe,” Bakura assured, “Or as safe as she'll let me. She doesn't like others to protect her.” Sith laughed.

 

“I know. Espers are proud. We don't like to let humans get into our problems,” Sith replied, “But… sometimes even Sami and I make exceptions.” Bakura knew she was referring to Ryou. He nodded, though he was only half-listening. He passed the knight, only to have her call his name, which surprised him. He looked back at her again.

 

“Tell yourself… that I said hello,” Sith said. Bakura blinked, as she walked down the hall towards where he came. He couldn't see, but he thought for just a second, she was smiling. He sighed, and then continued on. He knew where Sami was, it was just a matter of actually walking there. About twenty minutes, and a few guards later, Bakura found where Sami was. Her room door was closed, and as he peeked through the keyhole, she was in bed with Ryou. They were both fast asleep, and something about that really bothered Bakura. Swallowing hard, he knocked on the door. No answer, so Bakura knocked harder. This time, he heard an angry mumble, and then some shifting. Sami opened the door, and frowned when she saw Bakura.

 

“What!?” she snapped. Bakura simply stared for a minute. She must've just went to bed, because she didn't have bed-head. She also wasn't in pajamas, but that was simply because she didn't bring any. Annoyed, she tugged on her shirt. Bakura knew it was best not to ignore her question for too long.

 

“Sami, I'd like you to come with me,” he said quietly. But of course, Sami just wasn't that cooperative. She placed her hands on her hips.

 

“Why!?” she asked shortly. Bakura would've laughed at her short temper, but right now, he didn't find it funny at all. He sighed.

 

“There is someone I want you to meet,” Bakura replied, “He might be able to help you figure out what happened here. Why you were kept out of the Esper land. And… he knows Sith, too, so he can tell you more about her.” He kept an eye on Sami's expression, and at first, it didn't shift much. Then, it looked like Sami was considering him. She looked back at Ryou. He was snoring softly, and she really didn't want to leave without at least letting him know.

 

“Hold on a minute,” she said sternly, and walked back toward the table. Taking a small piece of papyrus and a quill, she scrawled a note for Ryou and left it where it was, on the table. Then she walked over and gently kissed Ryou's lips, and walked back to Bakura.

 

“Let's go, but don't keep me out all night or I'll kill you tomorrow,” Sami said, and she wasn't joking, “I'm tired, and from what Sith said, tomorrow will be a terror. She and I need to find exactly which time-loop Zork managed to rip, and that'll take a lot of power.” Bakura said nothing, but nodded and led her out toward the courtyard. Luckily, none of the guards were around, even as they made their way outside. The torches left a soft glow on the limestone walkways, and the moonlight reflected in the fountains that were interspersed here and there. It was hard for Sami to believe anyone like Bakura could live around here. Finally, her eyes laid on the royal stable, particularly, one black horse. It was very strong, and she could tell it was equally as fast. She tugged on Bakura's arm.

 

“Should we use a horse?” she asked, and then stated, “The desert's huge. We need to find a fast way to find this guy.” But Bakura shook his head, and Sami's ears lowered.

 

“I'm not going to steal a horse. Not tonight, anyway,” Bakura replied, “He's not far. I think he's just outside the city limits. It won't take more than an hour or two to find him.” Though the idea didn't appeal to Sami, she didn't complain. She simply let him walk her out of the palace gates and into the city. It was very dark, as none of the houses were lit this time of night. Bakura brought out his Millennium Ring, and it gave off enough light to see as it pointed them in the right direction. They walked in silence, neither one of them having anything to say. Until, finally, Bakura suddenly grabbed Sami's hand and ran down a side street. Sami could barely keep up, as he was much faster.

 

“Bakura, slow down!” Sami called behind him, as they ran out of another gate and into the desert, “Stop!” But Bakura didn't stop. He kept going, and absentmindedly let go of Sami. Without him to pull her helplessly along, Sami saw that he gained considerable distance, and finally screamed, “I'M BACK HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!” Bakura finally slowed down, and then stopped. He turned back, and saw that he had truly left Sami around 400 feet away before she decided to try and stop him. His face flushed red with slight embarrassment, but Sami didn't see as she slowly made her way to him. Patiently, he waited.

 

“Sorry,” he said, and Sami shrugged. He felt a pang of rejection for his apology, but said nothing more on the matter. Sami looked around at the barren desert. There was nothing in any direction, save for the gate that looked very small in the horizon behind her, and the large stone wall that encircled the kingdom.

 

“Where are we?” she asked, raising a confused eyebrow. Bakura looked, and smiled weakly.

 

“We're in the eastern expanse of the desert,” Bakura replied assuringly, “It's not as big as the northern expanse, where the gate to the Esper lands is supposedly located, but it's a decent size.” Sami glanced at him when she heard the words “Esper lands,” as though they struck a chord to her heart. Bakura looked right back with slight worry. But as he opened his mouth again, the Ring flashed and was tugging slightly northeast of where they were. Sami looked at the ring.

 

“We should probably follow it before it accidentally strangles you,” she commented, and Bakura chuckled, nodding in agreement. He led the way again, but this time he had better control. The ring didn't drag him away, much to Sami's relief. The walk was quiet, and uninteresting. There was nothing new to see, and the road seemed to stretch on forever. And yet neither complained as they simply followed, though Bakura knew Sami was getting very cranky. Luckily, one mile later, ruins came into view. Bakura stopped when he saw them, and Sami nearly walked into him, having taken to paying more attention to the sand.

 

“I don't believe it,” he whispered, as Sami looked on. The ruins were big, and she knew it was once a nice city. Roofs had collapsed, and building walls had been razed down. Skeletons and bones littered the streets where the debris hadn't reached, and her nose detected the scent of carrion. She wanted to throw up.

 

“Where are we?” she coughed, grasping Bakura's arm as she almost fell over. He looked at her, helping her to stand up, and patted her back to try and keep her from choking.

 

“Kul Elna,” he said, though he knew Sami had no idea what that was, “My… my hometown.” This time, Sami did throw up. Then she looked at Bakura, then the ruins, and then at Bakura once more. She couldn't believe it. How could he have lived here?

 

“Bakura… what happened?” she asked again, and she genuinely sounded very concerned for him. Bakura looked at the ground, his eyes narrowed to avoid the tears forming in his eyes.

 

“A high-priest bastard… burned the city down one night,” Bakura began, and Sami could see he was shaking, “It was so sudden… everyone I knew died. My family, my friends… I was pretty much abandoned before I was 7.” Sami felt bad for asking, and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. He smiled weakly at her.

 

“I'm sorry that had to happen,” she whispered, “But why did you keep coming back here?” Bakura's smile faded rapidly.

 

“As a reminder of why I wanted to kill everyone in the palace,” Bakura told her, grimly, “And because this city is the gateway to summoning Zork.” Sami's eyes widened.

 

“What!?” she exclaimed, “Zork is here!? Already!?” Bakura laughed, and then shook his head.

 

“No. We'd definitely know if he was here,” Bakura replied, smirking, “But something else is.” Sami tilted her head in confusion, until she could hear something in the distance. It sounded like someone was singing… and then mumbling shortly afterwards. Sami looked at Bakura with a raised eyebrow, and he kept grinning.

 

“And I says to me ma `I don't want to go home, I wants to be a pirate, sailin's the skies alone!' I steal and pillage, and ravage the land, takin' what I needs. I sits in me bed, drinkin' me rum, drink up me hearty, yo ho. I feel love by my mommy and daddy…” The singing stopped at that point, and Sami could hear sobbing, which freaked her out even more, “Mama… Aww, mama, I miss you! Why did that bastard have to burn you to cinders!?” Sami, completely at a loss for words, turned to Bakura. He was trying not to laugh, and a slap to his face told him Sami disapproved.

 

“Is he all right!?” Sami asked urgently. Bakura snickered, and nodded.

 

“Yeah. He's drunk,” Bakura said, and then realized Sami was running inside, “Hey! Sami, get back here! Sam! SAM! Damn it!” He swore, realizing Sami wasn't even listening. Grunting, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed, hoping… no, praying, that whoever was in there wasn't so drunk as to kill Sami.

 

“After all, I'm pretty sure that if she doesn't kill me for this, Ryou certainly would.”

 

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And so, it looks like Bakura has more than he bargained for after bringing Sami over to the ruins of Kul Elna. But who's the drunkard that's singing? And what will Sami find inside? Will he attack her, or will he simply think she's a dream? And, back at the palace, have Sith and Atemu come up with any means to what they'll do with their guests? Find all of this out next chapter, so click that Review button!