Okay, so I've decided to make a sequel. Well, have fun reading it. Here's the pro.


There was a knocking on the bathroom door, causing Yugi to snap out of his trance. "Yes?" he called.

"Yugi?" Yami replied. "Are you alright? You've been in there for half an hour."

"I'm fine, Yami. I'm just taking a bath. It's getting to be that no one can bathe in peace anymore?" the boy joked.

Yami laughed slightly. "Well, dinner is ready. Just letting you know."

"Oh…" Pulling the plug of the drain, Yugi watched the water and bubbles go down the drain. Grabbing a towel, he dried his body and slipped his clothes on quickly. In his haste, he nearly tripped over his pants legs.

Yami looked up at the ceiling when he heard the loud "thump." 'What is he doing now?' the spirit wondered. Yugi? Are you alright?

'Yeah, Yami. I'll be down in a second.'

Yami sighed, continuing to set the table. If you say so.

There was another clatter, and suddenly, Yugi came into the kitchen, panting heavily.

Yami smiled, slightly amused, as Yugi plopped himself into a chair, trying to catch his breath. The spirit placed a plate of spaghetti in front of the boy, sitting down across from him at the table.

Yugi's face seemed to brighten, as he looked up to the spirit. "Thanks, Yami!" the boy said cheerfully, grabbing his fork.

Yami couldn't help but smile. It was nice to have his light back. It's been about a week since the incident with Ishinku, and they were all happy to say that things have pretty much gotten back to normal. Well……as normal as you can get when dealing with ancient spirits and magical items from the past, anyway.

The spirit frowned suddenly as he heard his light slurping away at the spaghetti. He knew Yugi could act immature sometimes, but honestly. That was a bit much.

"Yugi," he said, calling the boy's attention. "I somehow don't think it's appropriate to be slurping like that."

The boy stopped, looking up at his spirit. He watched as Yami twirled the noodles with his fork, and then brought the swirl up to his mouth, carefully so that no sauce touched his lips.

After watching his Yami for a moment, Yugi looked down at his plate and fork. He attempted to copy his Yami, by swirling the noodles on his fork. But he discovered that the spirit of the Puzzle made it look easier than it actually was. For every time Yugi brought the noodles up to eat, they would unravel, looking again like limp noodles.

In the end, the boy got fed up with them, and continued to slurp them up.

Yami looked at his light, seemingly quite annoyed.

Yugi chewed a bit, then swallowed. "Sorry, Yami," he said. "But that's how I eat spaghetti. That's how Grandpa eats spaghetti. I just can't eat it the way you do."

Yami smiled then. He could never stay mad at his light. "Finish your dinner, Yugi," he said, and they returned to a quiet meal.

When both had finished, Yugi ran upstairs to get ready for bed while Yami washed the dishes. Yes indeed, things seemed to have gone back to normal. 'And all before Grandfather returned home, as well,' the dark spirit mused. 'Luckily, everything seemed in order to him when he returned. But he left again. How many times does he have to leave the country, anyway?'

Just as he finished washing the dishes (which was supposed to be Yugi's job that day, but for some reason Yami volunteered to do them), there was a slight jangle coming from upstairs in Yugi's room.

Yami sighed. Yugi, what are you doing up there?

For some odd reason, there was no answer. Curiosity getting the better of him, the spirit dried his hands on a nearby dish cloth, and headed up the stairs to Yugi's room.

The door was open, and Yami poked his head inside, eyeing the slightly messy room. His gaze went from the unmade bed to the clothes and games scattered on the floor, to the open books and papers on the desk. However, there was no Yugi present there.

Bemused, Yami stepped inside, looking around the empty, messy, room.

The door suddenly creaked, and Yami spun around just in time to see a pillow smack him in the face. He reeled, falling back on the bed.

Yugi laughed slightly, preparing to hit Yami again with the pillow, holding it up and bringing it back down swiftly.

Yami, though, grabbed the pillow before it connected with his face, pulling it away from Yugi. Getting off the bed, he swung it, hitting Yugi in the side. Feathers from the cushion flew around the room.

Trying to block the pillow, Yugi grabbed another one, using it as defense and offense, as the two 'twins' engaged in a pillow war.

After a few minutes, as more feathers floated around the room, both boys fell back on the bed, exhausted and out of breath, though they were still laughing.

As the feathers finally touched down to the floor, and the room fell silent, Yugi decided to ask the question that had been bugging him for the past week. "Hey, Yami?"

The spirit, propping himself on an elbow and supporting his head with his arm, looked at Yugi. "Hmm?"

Yugi kept his eyes to the ceiling. "Did……did you………miss me, when I was gone?"

Yami was slightly taken aback by the question. "What are you talking about, Yugi? Of course I missed you. We all did."

"It's just that……" A frustrated and slightly upset sigh escaped the boy. "I kinda feel……what's the word?.........unsure……of things right now."

"What do you mean, 'unsure'?"

"Like……I don't know……Maybe it would have been better if I didn't return to my body."

"Yugi, why are you saying these things?"

The boy blinked slightly, hoping that by keeping his eyes upwards, the tears wouldn't fall out. "I……just don't know where my life is going anymore. Like, I don't know what to do, or where to go. If our lives are based on destiny, what am I supposed to do?"

"Yugi, our destinies are intertwined. We have the same destiny."

The boy shook his head slightly. "We had the same destiny," Yugi corrected. "When Malik still had his Yami, our destiny was to stop him at the Tower of Alcatraz. But now that that's over, you have your own destiny to face. You have to somehow gather your lost memories. But that's not my destiny. That doesn't really affect me, does it? So what am I supposed to do now?"

Yami stayed quiet. He didn't know how to answer the boy.


Yami Bakura frowned, slightly confused. 'That doesn't make sense,' he thought to himself.

After having a strange feeling for the past week, Yami Bakura had decided to check the reading of the cards for some guidance, hoping to see what was wrong. The results he gained, however, didn't offer anything he wanted.

'Death?' he asked himself again. 'Why are the cards still showing that? Everything's okay now, isn't it? There's nothing to be worried about. Everything's o…'

He gasped suddenly, clutching his heart, as he doubled over. An unbelievable pain, seeming to pulsate with every one of his heartbeats, spread out throughout his body, as if etched in his blood. His chest seemed to be on fire, as it became harder to breathe. Beads of sweat began to form on his brow, as he clutched the edge of the table with his free hand.

And, just as soon as it came, the pain was gone, and he began to breathe normally. Or, at least he could have, if his breathing hadn't become so shaken by the event that had just taken place.

'What the hell was that?!' he thought. 'It…it felt like…'

The chair abruptly fell, clattering on the ground as it toppled over. Something then clicked in Yami Bakura's mind, as he ran upstairs as fast as he could. Though still slightly winded from a few minutes ago, he didn't seem to notice as he reached Bakura's room, grasping the handle and flinging the door open.

The door opened widely and swiftly, banging against the wall as it did so. It creaked as it began to swing back to place, but Yami Bakura's hand stopped it from doing so. The dark spirit of the Ring's chocolate eyes were fixated on the sight before him.

"Bakura!"

TBC

And so, it has begun…