We arrive at the tomb quickly.

“Brother! Hadley!” Odion greets.

“Odion!” I beam hugging him. “I did say this morning that I had to visit.” I smirk.

“I didn’t expect for you to come today though.” Odion laughs, ruffling my hair.

“Neither did I. But I didn’t expect him to show up today either.” I shrug.

“Odion, we have to get her inside.” Marik hisses.

“No. We don’t.” Odion leads us to some of the rubble and ruin beside the tomb entrance. There lay the body of an albino, a sleeping albino, in a black trench coat and a dark blue and white striped shirt, black jeans and Doc Martens to match. His hair is cute and tufty. The only fact that stands out is that there is no Millennium Ring around his neck. Ryou!

“Ryou!” I gasp bending down to my albino, British optimistic wannabe brother. Marik looks confused. “He’s here.” I realise.

“Who?” Odion asks.

“Bakura. He’s worn Ryou’s body out so now he’s travelling in spirit form, leaving his host behind for the time being.” I reply.

“Oh [EFF]!” Marik scowls. “And you think that’s bad.” He mutters. I follow his gaze. A jeep loaded with Yugi and his friends. Including Joey. Marik heads to retrieve the wig, once it is back on my head I run to greet them, despite my hatred of the Pharaoh and Tea.

“Joey Wheeler!” I gasp in relief, hugging him.

“Nyeh!” he exclaims in alarm.

“Sorry, I idolise you. I’m so happy to see you’re out of that coma.” I cheer.

“Oh that’s okay.” Joey replies reluctantly. I rush off again. “Freaking fangirls!” Joey mutters.

“At least this one isn’t calling you Jounouchi.” Tea laughs.

“What the hell was that?” Marik hisses. I frown.

“Joey was in a coma.” I reply.

“That doesn’t matter right now; we have to hide both of you.” Odion says when I return, he’s hauling Ryou’s unconscious body to a tunnel.

“Fluffy!” Marik yelps, shoving past his brother and running into the chamber. Bakura is looming in the mouth of the tunnel in spirit form. I run after Marik, leaving Odion to drag and hide Ryou. Marik obviously knows this passageway well since he can keep pace with the spirit that we are chasing.

“Marik wait for me.” I call ahead. He ignores me turning left.

“Oh you’re a lucky [EFF]ing spirit.” Marik curses.

“Locked.” I ask, gesturing to the golden bolted door.

“Yes.” Marik scowls.

“Allow me.” She takes over my body and kicks the door so it falls back on it’s hinges. “Quickly.” She forces me into control so I can grab my friend and haul him inside the little god door.

Oh my god.