Ryou and I were fast friends, we first met in the playground that my parents took me to. Each day I would sit in the sandbox, waiting for somebody to play with me. Ryou did. And when our parents saw that, they became friends too. After Ryou played with me, we would play together in the park each day. When we joined school, we were put in the same class. Every halloween Ryou and I would dress as a witch and her cat until we were ten. I was there when Ryou first got the Millenuim Ring. He was with me when his parents told me that my parents had died on their trip to Egypt, leaving me my blue necklace and band. Ryou’s family took me in, so I was there when Bakura first took over.

“Hadley? My ring’s acting funny again.” Ryou frets at the Millenium Ring points toward an alleyway. He grabs my wrist in an attempt to secure my attention. I was thinking of card games, like any other competitor in the Battle City tourniment. Before I can register that Ryou was trying to get my attention, Bakura takes over. Still holding onto my wrist he darts in the direction of the alley. I giggle as I hear a man singing “Born To Be Wild” really off key. Bakura releases my wrist and darts in front of the man, who happens to be riding an abligatory anime motercycle. I wonder whether he plays card games on his motercycle. No that’s just ridiculus! The blond on the motercycle yelps as he skids to a halt, barely missing Bakura in the process.

“What the crap! You almost got us both killed jackass!” the tan blond accuses.

“So you are the source of the gay signal I have been tracking. Though I probobably could have deduces that without the use of my gaydar.” Bakura states. I nod to myself, what Ryou doesn’t know is that for a joke, I built in a gaydar for his ring. Just to scare him. It was a silly April Fools day prank but I couldn’t disable the gaydar, so it still stands.

“Wait hold on now! You think I’m? Look, I’ll have you know that I like women.” The blond in a purple tank top and skinny black jeans defends.

“No doubt, that’s probably why you’ve dressed yourself like one.” Bakura replies. I giggle, peering from behind the bins that Bakura hid me beside, the tank top has gold chan paterns crossing the chest! I agree with Bakura, he does dress like a woman.

“Silence fool. I would run you down with my abligatory anime motercycle but I just noticed that you have a Millenuim Item, what is the deal with that?”

“Oh yes. The Millenium Ring. It’s mine. I use it to bent the space time continum to my will. But sometimes, thanks to a friend of my host’s I can track gay people.” Bakura shrugs

“My name is Marik.” The blond goes red, so changes the subject.

“Why are you here?” Bakura asks, eyes gleaming. He can see the Rod in Marik’s belt loop.

“To destroy the Pharaoh.” Marik says casually.

“Oh really? It appears we may have something in common.” Bakura laughs. I join in. there is no way in Hell that this Marik guy is like Bakura. I have known Bakura for a number of years now, I should know.

“But who is this. She does not hold an item!” Marik accuses. “You have no means of being here.” He tells me, trying to grab the hood of my hoodie. I step out of it, and faster than I could have deemed possible I bound Marik’s hands with the sleves. I stride confidantly toward him.

“I do not need to hold an item to hold power.” I smirk. Marik, with his still bound hands, studdies me and I stare him down. I was wearing a black hoodie with white piping to tighten or loosen the hood. I am still wearing a tight fitting black vest and a black mini skirt with torn up tights and my electric blue Doc Martins, that match my Egyptian band and necklace.

“Fine.” Marik growls relenting.

“Since you seem so confidant about destroying the Pharaoh, how many locator cards do you have?” Bakura sneers doubting that Marik even has a duel disk.

“Six.” Marik grins triumphantly.

“We also have six. Each.” I point out, untying Marik’s hands.

“Maybe we should join forces to destroy the Pharaoh.” Marik suggests.

“How are you intending to do that?” I ask.

“Push him off a boat!” Marik cries, in belief that his idea is to be superior. I roll my blue eyes, a blue which closely resembles if not matches the Egyptian jewlery I wear.

“I suggest the Shaddow Realm.” Bakura replies.

“Or we could simply take the puzzle.” I point out.

“Marmalade has a point.” Bakura nods.

“Thanks Fluffy.” I reply teasingly.

“Please tell me that those aren’t your real names.” Marik complains.

“Sure they are Blondie.” I say sarcastically, dubbing Marik as Blondie.

“I am Bakura, Spirit of the Ring.” Bakura introduces.

“I’m Hadley. Marmalade is a joke about my hair and Fluffy is about Bakura’s.”  I nod.

Discussing a strategy was easy. Though it’s to envolve ace acting skills from Bakura and i.

“Help! Help! Somebody help!” Marik cries. I hear Joey Wheeler and Tea Gardner run toward Marik, who is still yelling for help.

“What happened?” Tea asks. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“I don’t know, they were just lying there in that alley over there. She has really bad stomach pains and he’s whining about wanker’s cramp.” Marik lies.

“Wankers cramp, the most deadly of British diseases.” Bakura whimpers, perfectly immitating Ryou.

“Come with me Hadley, I’ll get you to a bathroom.” Tea tugs on my arm. I slowly stand.

“That’s okay Tea, I can go for myself.” I press.

“Come on I’ve called a cab.” Marik shoves Bakura and I into the backseat.

“Steve you won’t charge them cab fare.” Marik hisses to the driver.

Bakura and I quickly arrive at the hospital and then saunter towards Kaiba’s Battle City Finals arena. Yay! More card games!