"It wouldn't be anything new." Kaiba said as he walked past him. He paused. "I've been trying to get that through his skull for years."

"Kaiba! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not Yugi anymore!" Atem growled. Hikari facepalmed herself.

Kaiba shrugged. "Then that makes the both of you delusional." He said. Max groaned, sensing yet another oncoming fight.

"Kaiba. I know you're a rank above me but I got one thing to say. Stop evestdropping" Hikari said.

"Why not? It's fun pissing you off." Kaiba responded, then left quickly before Atem could put his fist in his face.

"You need to keep your temper in check. A little bird told me that in one duel, you went berserk" Hikari said.
"Who?"
"I don't know. It was in a form of a letter" she replied, "And you're acting like Pumba from The Lion King"

Meanwhile, Selena was back in her room, cleaning her pistol. She cringed when she pulled the swab out of the barrel of one, covered in residue. "Yuck." She got a clead swab, dipped it in oil, and ran it through again. I'm also going to need to oil the slide. It's getting hard to pull back. She thought as she worked. She hummed a Gackt song as she worked, to keep herself a little relaxed. Or as relaxed as a person could get when they were knowingly putting their life on the line.

Just then Saharia popped her head though the door.
"What's all the racket before? I'm trying to sleep" she said, rubbing her eyes.

Selena looked up. "Atem and Kaiba were at each other's throats again I'll bet." She said.

"Not that. There was a huge racket that was comming past the Guest HQ and that woke me up" Saharia said, "Care to shine some light on it?"

Selena paused in her work. "There was?" She asked. "Sorry, I've got nothing for you there."

"You either tell me what it was or I will go back in time and see it for myself" Saharia said. She knew Selena was keeping something.

Selena blinked. What on Earth is she talking about? She thought. "I haven't been in the guest quarters, Saharia." She said.

"Well, I heard your loud voice Kamikaze Sakura" she said. She sounded very serious.

"I wasn't saying anything." Selena replied, truly not knowing what Saharia was talking about. I may have been Ashleigh, considering how similar our voices are. She thought

"Oh? When why did I hear something related to Yana? Last time I checked, Ashleigh went out shopping for some now outfits" Saharia said.

"Eh?! I wasn't saying anything about Yana!" Selena replied. "Saharia, is everything all right? You're acting a bit paranoid."

Saharia entered the room.
"I'm scared. Really scared. I hope they don't find me here" she said.

"Scared of what?" Selena asked. "Who're you hiding from?"

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"I can't say. If they have the power like I do, I'm screwed" and Saharia started to cry, "I wish I wasn't that valuable."

Selena steered Saharia into a chair by the table. "Something's bothering you. Anything I can do to help?" She asked, putting water on for hot chocolate. The poor girl looked like she needed a cure-all, and there was nothing better than hot chocolate with a bit of rum mixed in.

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"You promise you won't tell anyone about this?" Saharia asked, whipping the tears away.

Selena nodded. "I promise." She replied.

Saharia took a deep breath.
"I'm a running princess fairy. I orginally come from the magical dementon but where I lived, I got told that some people was going to sacrifice me to the Time goddess since I was next in line to become it when I die. Because of that, I escaped to Califonia and discovered my two powers: Sands and Time. That's the reason why I'm able to time travel. But my pursuiters found me and I went on the run yet again and found myself here. If they find me here, I have nowhere else to hide" and Saharia burst out crying once more.

Selena mixed up the hot chocolate, added a dash of rum to each mug, and plopped two big marshmallows into each. "Here, this should help. After all, chocolate is a girl's best friend." She said, setting the mug down. She took a sip of her own drink. "And I kind of know how you feel."