"Ryou, you don’t understand…" I begin to explain, now faced with a very pissed off albino.

"No you don’t understand. You’re like my sister. Hell, you are my sister, we pretty much adopted you after your parents died in Cairo and you repay us with this?" he shrieks.

"It wasn’t like that." I protest.

"Sure! So it wasn’t just like we saw not only you jump off a bridge. But you were followed off the bridge by Bakura! News flash boys, you’re not immortal. And you’re lucky you didn’t just die. And then you, Hadley, had the nerve. The nerve! To hop on Marik’s motorcycle and drive away so he looks like a hero. Is this for your image Ishtar, because she could have died? My sister could have died. Over a stunt. A stunt! Are you just provoking me, trying to get me into your freaking gang because guess what, if anything, you’ve just given my parents the fuel to bring you home Hadley Stevens and keep you there." Ryou screams at me, oblivious to how much attention he is drawing to himself.

"Ry’, listen to me." I plead.

"No you listen Hadley, I don’t like this. I don’t think I like you anymore. You’ve just cut me out and left me to watch you act reckless and stupid and then to make things even more unexplainable, you made my parents suffer through that too!" he screams.

"Ryou, come to the apartment. I’ll explain." I offer

"No, I know the deal. I get it. You’re insane and I don’t want you to hang around me anymore and I never want to go to that apartment again. It was yours and his. You lived with him. You could have easily done anything with him and I wouldn’t have known." Ryou storms off.

"He’s gay dumbass!" Marik yells.

"Let’s just go." I murmur.

"But Hadley…" The blond Egyptian protests.

"It’s fine. Let’s just go." I shrug, pulling my phone from my pocket. Thankfully it didn’t fall out and smash but fortunately, there is no way my deck would have, the cards are strapped to a belt, covered with a lid and then attached to a second belt.

"What are you doing?" Bakura asks.

"Calling Alf’ so he can give us a ride." I reply, dialling. The store Comix is number seven on my speed dial and Alf’ picks up after the third ring.

"Hello this is Comix, my name’s Alf’, how may I be of assistance." He greets.

"It’s me." I state.

"Hadley, you’re back!" he gasps.

"Yeah, Kaiba Corp called. But we’ve hit a bit of a snag…" I begin.

"What broke down, how many of you are there and where do I need to meet you." Alf’ replies.

"We’re on the motorway bellow the bridge by Kame, there are four of us, including me and a motorcycle, which just broke." I state, lying about the bike.

In ten minutes we are sat in the back of the Comix van, alongside the motorcycle.

"Hadley…" Marik begins.

"We’re good Blondie." I smirk.

"What about us Marmalade?" Bakura asks eyes full of remorse and sincerity, two things I would never dub Bakura on being keen to express.

"It wasn’t your fault. We’re okay." I assure.

"Mala?" Akefia starts.

"Yeah." I reply.

"We never got you a dress…" he begins. I laugh, joined quickly by the others.

"I think I might have something I could wear. I remembered to have Bakura swipe it after we moved into the apartment." I think aloud. Hopefully it fits, or else I’m in jeans and a T-shirt at the conference.

"The box?" Fluffy asks.

"The box?" Blondie repeats.

"The box." I confirm.

"It’s in the loft." Fluffy states.

"Guys, when we get home, I’m going in the loft." I smirk.