Prologue

Bakura, Ryou, and Marik sat around the television, staring dully at the flickering screen. Malik, however, thought of something much more exciting. This could only spell trouble when a yami is thinking of something exciting. He was sitting in the basement of Ryou's home, and putting something together, something of metal. Of course, the noise was overheard by the very powerful ears of Bakura, and he stood to see what was going on. "Be right back," he muttered. A small grunt from the tan hikari, and a nod from the pale one.

He made his way to the basement door, opened, and saw nothing but darkness, even for the middle of the day. A wild laughter erupted from the bottom, and a dim light was flickering in the back. Bakura cocked one eyebrow, and looked confused beyond all belief. Marik had made his way over to Bakura, and appeared behind him. "What the heck was that?" he asked, almost monotone. Bakura turned his head slightly, and saw both Ryou and Marik looking over his shoulder.

"How should I know?" he growled.

"Hey! Didn't your yami go down there earlier?" Ryou questioned, looking rather nervous himself. Marik thought for a moment, paused, and then took off quickly down the stairs. "Guess so…," Ryou said, and followed his friend downstairs. Bakura, however, stayed at the top of the stairs. After what happened with the stew dinner exploding the night before, he didn't want to get caught up in any nonsense.

All was quiet, for all of 5 minutes. "HELP!!!" Ryou's screams came from the basement. Bakura snapped back to reality, and took off downstairs. He came to the television in the middle of the lone, empty basement, just with the static on the screen. "Bakura!" Ryou's voice came from within it!

"Oh crap, what now?!" he reached over to the television, only to fall into it. After he fell through, the television screen faded to black, and only the sound of Malik's evil laughter echoed.

"Let the games begin…"