AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone! So this is the sequel to my story The Real Final Battle. If you maybe wanna check that out first go ahead or you can just go ahead and start with this! :D Basically Atem is going to take revenge on Bakura for killing all of his friends so he travels back to the world of the living to do so. The italics is the conversation between Atem and his father. This is just the introduction chapter so its not that exciting right now, but more chapters will be on the way soon! Lemme know what you guys think! :D :D

"I have to go back."

"What is the point?"

"He killed all my friends..."

"What is done is done. You cannot change what has happened..."

"Father, I need to do this."

"Revenge is a very dark manipulator my son."

"I cannot let him get away with this. He must be stopped. Please...let me go back to the world of the living."

"It is very dangerous to go back. No one will know who you are. And there is one more thing..."

"What?"

"If you die. You cannot come back."

"You mean..."

"Yes, it will be like you never existed. But the same goes for Bakura if he is killed, since I am sure he did actually perish after his duel with Yugi. His revenge brought him back Atem, do you want to become like Bakura?"

"I am nothing like him."

"I know you had a nightmare that Bakura mercilessly stabbed you in the eye sockets, but it was just a nightmare, I am sure of it."

"No. They are all gone. I am sure of it."

"There is no stopping you is there Atem?"

"No."

"So be it. You will be allowed to return to the world of the living. You can come back at any point by just pressing the jewel of this pendent. And remember what I told you son...if you die..."

"I know..."

The conversation with his father kept playing back in his mind. The dark skinned teenager was allowed to come back to the world of the living, but as his true form. He looked at his dark arm as he was entering Domino City. He was so used to the clothes and look of his partner, Yugi Mutou, that he forgot how it felt to be in his own skin in the world of the living. He discarded his Egyptian clothes and traded them for a skin tight t-shirt and comfy jeans. He found some old sneakers that fit him to complete the outfit and was ready to complete his mission. He carried a sack that had a few supplies like money and snacks. He held the pendent tightly as he thought of his father.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Father. You know I must."

"That is in your own mind son. But I know that I cannot stop you. Be safe son! Remember that you can come back here anytime you want, as long as you do not perish from Bakura's bloodstained hands."

Atem knew that his father did not want him to go. After losing his memory for three thousand years, he had finally found where he belonged. But, he sensed a disturbance with the friends that he made here in Domino City and left behind.

"That dream. I know it was not just a freak thing. I know something bad has happened."

Atem walked deeper into the city and went inside a little store to buy more food. A newspaper caught his eye and he picked it up and began reading the headlines. His suspicions were confirmed instantly:

DOMINO CITY MURDERER STILL NOT FOUND

He gripped the paper tighter and clenched his teeth angrily.

"I knew it. I just knew it," Atem whispered as he read the names of the murder victims: Anzu Mazaki, Hiroto Honda, Mai Kujaku, Katsuya Jounouchi, Malik Ishtar, Ishizu Ishtar, Rishid Ishtar, Sugoroku Mutou, Ryuji Otogi, Mokuba Kaiba, Seto Kaiba, and finally, Yugi Mutou.

"Hey you! Stop gripping that paper so hard you are going to tear it!" the store clerk yelled.

In surprise, Atem dropped the newspaper revealing his water filled eyes. The clerks expression changed instantly to sympathy.

"Hey kid you okay? I'm sorry, did you know those poor people? It's a real shame, yet so strange..." the clerk began saying to try to comfort Atem.

Atem quickly wiped away the tears and ran out of the little store. His suspicions had been confirmed, and his anger escalated rapidly. He clenched his hand into a fist as he walked down the crowded streets of Domino City.

"I have to find that bastard..."

Atem began to ask around the city if anyone had seen Bakura:

"Hello. Have you seen a teenage boy named Ryou Bakura around the city lately? He has dark brown eyes and long white hair."

The answers he got were far from helpful:

"No, he has been missing for awhile now. Not even the police have any leads of where he might be. The serial killings are probably their top priority anyway."

"Apparently he has been reported missing. I don't know anything about him."

"That poor Bakura boy is probably dead like all the others! They probably just have not found the body yet..."

"That really quiet kid? I think he is missing. Probably dead like all the others."

"No idea kid."

The sky began to grow dark. Frustrated with the lack of information, Atem decided to rent a room for the night. He casually walked up to the hotel front desk of a motel. Sitting there was a young woman, about in her thirties, in a purple dress chewing her pencil as she read something. When Atem approached her, she looked up with a bored look on her face and than looked back down at whatever she was reading.

"What can I do for you honey?"

"I would like to rent a room for the night."

"You are not from around here obviously. What are you doing here in Domino City?"

"Do you always ask you guests questions so bluntly?"

She laughed, "Well honey, rumors around the city have been spreading about some tourist who is looking for Ryou Bakura, which I am assuming is you. It just so happens that I have some information about him."

Atem's purple eyes widened, "Really?"

She leaned back into her chair and smiled, "Yes I do."

Atem grew frantic, "What do you know? Please, tell me!"

The woman leaned back on to the desk, "Why do you want to know?"

Atem stared at the woman blankly, "Well...I...well..."

The woman laughed again, "It's alright. I have already butted into enough of your affairs. Well, around the time Yugi Mutou was supposedly had been killed, I had been walking through one of the neighboring towns where his body was found. You see, I only work here part time and work at another job in that neighboring town. I was walking to my apartment late at night when I heard a scream coming from an old abandoned warehouse. I ran over there to see a thin, white haired, teenage boy walk out of there smiling psychotically. He did not see me as he walked on to the sidewalk, but I ran to call the police because I was too scared to go inside and see what had happened. The police found Yugi's body the next day and questioned me. I told them about the white-haired boy and so they used him as their only suspect, but they found no leads on the boy so he has kind of dropped as a suspect. I had lost hope until I heard around town that some dark-skinned tourist was asking about the white-haired boy, who I found out was probably Ryou Bakura. So honey, why are you so interested in this case?"

Atem looked down at the rugged wooden desk, "They were friends of mine..."

"Don't you be getting any ideas about revenge now! If this Ryou Bakura is the serial killer he is probably really dangerous! I don't want to see your name in the paper! What is your name anyways?"

"You sound like my father. And my name is Atem."

"Atem! What a strange name! You have always thought that this Bakura was the killer too, haven't you? Were you friends with him?"

"We were friends."

"Well something happened that made his head all screwy. Well anyways Atem I want to help you!"

Atem suddenly looked at the woman with a confused look, "You do?"

"Oh sure honey! I feel so sorry for all those people. I want to see whatever bastard who killed all of them get thrown into jail!"

"Jail probably won't hold Bakura."

"What do you mean?"

"He is clever. Cynical yet clever. We would have to finish him off."

"Finish him? You mean kill him?"

"Exactly..."

"Well I guess if you want to. You are the angry friend after all."

"I don't think you want to get involved in something like this..."

"Aya. The name is Aya. And I am glad to help, I have nothing better to do."

"I don't think you realize how dangerous of a situation you might be getting yourself into..."

"Listen Atem. I will be fine! Let me help you! I want to see Bakura's sorry ass get thrown into jail."

"Fine," Atem agreed reluctantly, "So can I go up to my room now?"

"Oh sure honey! Here is the key. Your room is right upstairs! Have a good night and see you tomorrow!"

"Night Aya."

Atem walked up the creaky steps and opened the door to his room. It was a small, quaint little room that would suit him perfectly. He set his bag down next to a small television and laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling fan. His eyelids grew heavy and he was about to close his eyes until he heard a knock on the door. He sprung off the bed and opened the door to see Aya.

"Sorry Atem to disturb you, but this came for you."

She extended an envelope towards him. He looked at it with a confused look.

"Who is this from?"

"I don't know! Some man with dark hair and dark eyes walked into the hotel, handed me this letter, and told me to give it to you. I have no idea how they knew you were here since you just arrived, but here you go!"

Atem grabbed the letter and blankly looked at it, than looked back at Aya and smiled, "Thanks."

"No problem. Night Atem!"

She walked back down the stairs and Atem closed the large brown door behind him. He sat on the bed and stared at the envelope for a minute. He than ripped open the top of the envelope and took out a folded note. As he unfolded the note, he gasped slightly and his eyes grew wide with fear. He slowly spoke the words of the note out loud:

"I know you are here."