"Shuichi-kun," Bakura greeted with a small, almost tired smile. There was still that hint of relief. Seeing Shuichi as if nothing had happened...

He'd never had to face a friend who'd gotten his soul stolen before. Even though it hadn't been the Ring masquerading as him who'd done it this time... part of him still worried that just by association, that somehow Shuichi wouldn't want to see him. Especially when Alastair had done everything in his name...