Atem lounged on a chair, bored. Looking around the room, he sighed. There was nothing to do. Looking over at his twin little brother, Yami, he frowned. Yami was doing pushups. And grunting. Loudly. And annoyingly. "Must you be so...loud?" Atem asked contemptuously.

Yami looked up, his arms straight, sweat dotting his forehead. "I'm not being loud, 'Tem." He stated mildly. Moving into a sitting position on the floor, Yami looked up at Atem. While both had the three pointed hair style, black as a base with blonde bangs and a crimson outline, Yami had soft lavender eyes, while his older (by four minutes) brother had hard crimson eyes. And even though they looked the same, the two brothers were as different as night and day.

Atem was the older of the two, and, naturally, more rule oriented, serious, and business like. He was always so serious about everything. Everything was a job to him and had to be completed to the utmost perfection. It made sense that when last they were on earth that Atem was the Pharaoh. He was older, and had more the mindset for the job, as well as the qualification of being first born.

Yami on the other hand, well, he was always told he shouldn't have been born into the royal family. He was more interested in unseemly things...gambling, fighting, and running the streets with his best friend Bakura. Which reminded Yami...where the hell was Bakura? He was supposed to be there so they could go to a fight that was set up.

About then, Bakura burst in. He was never one for knocking. "Hey twin fucknuggets, how's it going?" Bakura snarked, a grin on his pale face. With his fluffy white hair and pale skin, he didn't look like he should be a demon, but...here he was. His hard brown eyes took in the scene and immediately noticed that Atem was uptight. Well, the news he had would fix that. Walking over to Atem and sliding behind him, he put his hands on Atem's shoulders and started massaging them. Atem looked at Bakura suspiciously.

"Why are you touching me?" Atem questioned.

Bakura looked mildly offended. "Atem, you hurt my fucking feelings. Can't old friends touch each other? I mean, Yami and I have touched each other." Smirking at Yami, he winked. Yami sighed and rolled his eyes.

"One time, Bakura...and that was because you said your dick was bigger. And I proved you wrong." Yami smirked as Bakura's face darkened.

"It was fucking cold outside."

"It was a warm summer's day." Yami reminded Bakura.

"It was still unusually fucking cold." Bakura growled.

"In Egypt?" Atem questioned mildly.

"Look, Pharaoh..." Bakura snarled, "if you wanna play dick sizes, whip it out and I'll whip you with my log. Otherwise, shut the fuck up."

Atem chuckled, catching Yami's eye. Yami smirked. "Anyways, Bakky, ready to go?" Yami got up and put a white tank top on, slipping on jeans. Frowning, he noticed he still hadn't gotten his wings, while Atem had weeks ago. Another sore spot...

"Oh, yea...the fight's gonna start in about twenty minutes. But Zorc needs to see you both before the fight."

Atem raised an eyebrow and nodded, slipping on dress pants and a dress shirt. Yami rolled his eyes. Here we go again, Mr. Business.

Both men walked out and went down the hall to Zorc's office. Yami often wondered if the business world was supposed to be hell, since the underworld looked like one gigantic business building with apartments...

Approaching the door, Yami stood behind Atem as Atem knocked on the door. After being told to enter, both brothers did so, Bakky lounging on the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with his fingertip, winking at Yami. Yami smirked and shut the door. Turning, Yami saw Zorc standing in front of his desk. Atem was bowing...Yami just nodded.

Zorc looked over the two brothers. Yes, different as night and day. But that would do well in this situation.

"Minions, I have a challenge for you both. There is an artifact on the surface that I need. However, a very pure light has it in his possession. Unfortunately, with the way this artifact was created, I cannot just steal it...I need for the light to willingly give it to me. Therefore, I want you two to go to the surface, taint the light, and get the artifact."

"Why us?" Yami asked bored.

Waving his hand in a circle, an image of a teen boy appeared in front of Zorc. He was petite, with large amethyst eyes and hair very similar to Atem and Yami's, except his bangs fell in his face while Atem and Yami's stood up. He had a golden pyramid on a chain around his neck and an angelic face that was...beautiful. Both Atem and Yami were entranced.

Atem looked to Zorc. "Is this an ancestor of ours?" He questioned.

Zorc shook his head no. "Just unusual coincidence. I don't care how you taint him, just do so and get him to willingly give you that pyramid."

"What's in it for us?" Yami asked. He hated being an errand boy.

"Whoever taints the light and gets the pyramid gets to escape from here and become mortal once again, to live a normal life."

Both Yami and Atem looked up, eyes huge. They both hated it here. They never got to go to the surface. Bakura at least ran errands and got to go to the surface a great deal.

"So, I assume you both are interested? Even though I could make you without your consent." Zorc's red eyes gleamed as his snake coiled around his waist. At over seven foot tall, with grey skin and jagged teeth, he fit well in the description of demon. He ruled with an iron fist, which was also cruel. But he was, at least, true to his word. What he said he never went back on.

Both men nodded. "Good, Bakura will take you to the surface and get you situated with money and a place to live. I don't care how long it takes, within reason. Bakura will be your contact. Dismissed."

Nodding, both brothers turned to leave. As they were walking out the door, Zorc's last words made them pause.

"Oh, by the way...only one of you will be able to go to the surface permanently. So this is not a joint effort. This is a competition. Enjoy."