Yami's P.O.V.

There's something different. It just seems darker. Mark seems distracted, as if something is more important, and even our captor's having a bit of trouble. So I sat deathly still on the loveseat, Mark laying on my shoulder.

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"What do you mean? How would this be any better?!" The Mark but not Mark person yelled, his anger echoing around as he shouted into a mirror.

And the mirror replied. "Being who you are, you could trick him."

"Trick? Trick that English Idiot? I'm positive the only thing he cares about is tea!"

"Are you talking about me?" I asked, but the not Mark kept talking as if I never spoke.

"Besides. I wouldn't want to. He might have dangerous germs."

"Quiet. She's coming." The mirror said and the door opened, revealing a girl with ash-blonde hair, which curled around her shoulders. Her murky blue eyes stared at the not Mark, annoyance shooting from them.

"Are you quite done screaming? I plan to take a shower."

"Right. Of course Layla." Not Mark replied, storming out of the bathroom.