Disclaimer: I don't own the Yugioh characters.


He stood on the balcony in his room, looking at the night time sky. The war was over and there was nothing left for him on this world. He and his comrades had done everything they could for their people and now it was up to them to figure out what to do from here. The world was now a gray and dull, lifeless in his eyes. He couldn't feel emotions, he couldn't even see in color anymore. But he was the king of their people, the Dragons. His comrades were now living by themselves or with their remaining family members. Even those with no family left lived with each other, but he knew it was one of the few they could keep their sanity in this endless life.

Yami couldn't count how many times he'd wished for death. How much longer did he have to live in this world? Two thousand years and counting. That was a long time to live and an even longer time to be alone. Yet he here was, living in a mansion in the city of Domino. Long forgotten were the old traditions that Yami had grown up with and now the modern world of technology was in. His comrades, the Kaiba family, had made a name for themselves in the technology world and were now one of the richest families in the world. How they managed to keep people from finding out their immortality was unknown to him.

Then again, they were the only people that Yami kept in touch with. The last time he'd heard from Bakura and Marik, they were living in Egypt in the ruins of what was once the great Dragon Kingdom. He knew if he could feel emotions, his heart would be heavy with sorrow for those two especially. They had been closer to the darkness than any of them.

Then there was Shadi, always a man of mystery and never let anyone get too close him. He appeared randomly from time to time, but never stayed around for more than twenty-four hours. His other comrade, Duke Devlin, had also made a name for himself in the gaming world with his Dungeon Dice Monsters game. Like Shadi, he lived alone and rarely made contact with any of them, but every other decade or so, he would make sure to keep them updated on him. Last, but most certainly not least, there was Mahad. He was Yami's childhood friend and right hand man for a long time. Though he lived alone, he made sure to contact Yami once a year to check up on him.

But it was always the same for all of them, empty. Yami figured this is what happens when one gives up their light in their souls to save the world. Living in darkness everyday was the reward he and his comrades received.

He jumped off the balcony, landing gracefully on the ground and walked towards the city. Many people were walking the streets this evening, laughing with their friends and family, and enjoying life. How he wished he could do the same. He hated how many people these days were taking their lives for granted. None of them knew what their ancestors went through thousands of years ago to keep this world safe from the darkness.

"Yami…," a voice called out to him.

He turned around, seeing Mokuba Kaiba standing behind him along with his brother Noah. "Mokuba, Noah, it's been a long time since I've last seen you," he greeted.

Despite having lost their emotions, Mokuba still gave him a smile. "It's good to see you too," he said. "What are you doing wandering the streets?"

"I…don't know exactly," he answered. "I needed to get out for a while. And what are you two doing here?"

Noah looked bored, nudging his brother. "This one has decided that he and I will attend college this year. Even though we don't really need to."

"We need to learn how to blend in more with the humans," Mokuba scoffed at his brother with anger that he couldn't even feel. "Why don't we go to the café and talk about this where there aren't so many people around us."


"Here ya go, Yugi," Tristan said as he gave his friend a bag of food and a cup of hot chocolate. "Make sure you and your grandpa eat, and be careful on your way home. Do you want me to get off early? It's getting awful dark out there…"

Yugi smiled at his friend. "Don't worry about me," he assured. "I'll be fine. I'm used to walking home in the dark."

Tristan frowned, obviously not comfortable with his little friend walking home alone. "Try calling Joey, Malik, or Ryou. Maybe one of them can pick you up. Or hell, call Valon or Alister. One of them should be off work by now. I don't like the idea of you walking alone."

"But it's only fift-" Yugi started.

"I don't care if it's only fifteen blocks away!" Tristan interrupted, covering his ears. "I'm not listening. Call someone and tell them to drive over here and pick you. I need to go take these people's orders. By the time I get back, someone better be on the way, got it?"

"Got it," Yugi laughed, pulling out his phone to call Joey. Luckily for him, Joey answered.

"Hey, Yugi, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing, Joey. I'm at the Tristan's job. Do you think you can drop me off at home? Tristan is worried I'll get kidnapped or something if I walk home," he said.

Joey chuckled. "Sure, I'll be there in a few minutes. Tell that punk to make me some hot cocoa. And to put extra whipped cream on top."

"Alright, see ya soon," he said, hanging up the phone and saw Tristan mixing coffee. "Joey is on his way. And he said to make him a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream on top."

"Yeah, whatever," Tristan mumbled as he worked. "I'll make his damn drink once I finish these three."


"This is your idea of a not so many people?" Yami asked. They were at a café that wasn't so full of people, but enough to put Yami on edge.

"It's not that bad," Mokuba said. "Plus, I know the guy that works here. He's pretty cool. It's…interesting to see him and his friends together."

"Alright, here you go," Tristan said, handing them their drinks. "Will that be all for you?"

All three of them shook their heads. "We're good, thanks, Tristan," Mokuba said.

"Okay, shout if you need anything," he said, walking away.

"That's the man you know?" he asked the younger boy. "What makes him and his friends interesting? They don't look like anything special." He looked at the young man, seeing him talk to someone sitting near the counter. He couldn't see the person since they had a hood over their head, but he could tell it was a young boy by the way he was shaped.

Mokuba shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "Usually whenever he works, his friends are here. I guess they're busy tonight. They're amusing to watch. Especially Joey and Mai when they start arguing. Valon sometimes joins in while Téa, Ryou, and Yugi try to calm them down. You know, you should meet Yugi, Ryou, and Malik one day. Surprisingly, they look like you, Bakura, and Marik. Only they look more innocent. Right, Noah?"

The other boy shrugged, looking bored as he drank his coffee. "I never bothered to pay attention to them that much. But they do bear a striking resemblance to you and those sadistic men."

Yami knew if he had emotions, he would've chuckled at that. But it had been about two thousand years since he last felt emotion. A dragon, if they didn't find their mate, lost their emotions and sight of colors after a century or two of life. Only finding their true soul mate would bring them back their emotions and color for their eyes. Though Yami and a few of his comrades had lost those abilities a lot sooner than that. For some dragons, like Mokuba and Noah, it could take longer for emotions to disappear. They had barely lost that ability a century or two ago. "So, why are you two going to school? It's not like you need the education."

"Trying to blend in with the real world," Mokuba replied. "I'm…bored with just sitting around. At least if we go to a school, we might get to see things that are interesting. Set and Seto are okay with us going."

"I see…," Yami mused. "I guess even after so many years, something can always surprise you."

"Why don't you come with us?" Mokuba suggested. "If anything, it'll be interesting to see what people do in the modern world. Considering you've been hidden away for how long, two thousand years?"

To anyone who heard them, they probably thought they were joking around. Though it was true, the last time Yami had any real contact with the outside world was two thousand years ago, after the war… "Why would I want to go to school when I know everything?"

"Again, to be amused by the antics of people today," Mokuba said. "Tristan and his friends are going to the same school we're going to. And who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and find your soul mate."

"My soul is too damaged to have a soul mate," he said. "You know that I gave away my light to…"

"We know that, but you have to get out once in a while, pharaoh," Mokuba said. "Do you plan to spend the rest of your days locked in your home?"

The pharaoh sighed, wishing he could at least feel annoyance. He didn't see the point in being with the world. If he were to meet anyone, they would be gone in only a matter of years. Humans were so frail and their lifespans were short compared to his immortality. He didn't want to see someone he cared about die from old age. He already lost his family and one of his dearest friends from the war. To this day, his friend's death still haunted him and he still saw the memories. "There's no point in befriending humans when their lives are so short. I don't see how me going to a school will do anything except show me how I don't have emotions."

Mokuba was about to reply when he heard his phone ring, seeing Seto's name on the screen. "What is it, big brother?"

"Where are you and Noah?" his brother asked. "You two were supposed to be home by now. Did you register for school?"

"Yes, we did," he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. "We ran into Yami, surprisingly, and we're at the café right now."

"Hn, so he finally came out of his cave," Seto mused. "Get home soon. No arguments." He hung up the phone before his younger brother could say anything.

Mokuba sighed as he hung up. "Looks like me and Noah have to go. Or Seto will lecture us again."

"Still treats you two like your babies…," Yami stated. He remembered Set and Seto always fretting over the two little ones during the war since the two of them had been barely born.

"Well, I guess we'll see you…whenever we see you," Mokuba said, standing up with Noah. "Well, if you ever want to call, here's my number…school also starts next week. If you're interested, that is."

"I'll consider it," he stated, making sure Mokuba knew there was no guarantees. Why would he go to a school when he knew everything there was about the world? Nothing had really changed from what he could see. The only thing that changed was technology, but humans were the same as they'd always been. He nodded his goodbye to them, watching them leave.

"Aw, damn it, not again!" he heard a voice complain. He turned to see where it came from, seeing the young man, Tristan, groaning. "Why are you so good?" He was talking to the small boy sitting by the counter.

"I'm the king," the hooded figure laughed. "And it helps that my grandfather owns a game shop."

Yami walked towards them, seeing them play a game that looked a lot like…the spirits of monsters that were once sealed in stone tablets back then in ancient Egypt. "Excuse me, but what are you playing?" he asked.

"You don't know about Duel Monsters? Where have you been living in, under a rock?" he asked the man.

"Something like that…," Yami said quietly.

Tristan snorted. "Well, Yugi, explain it to him since you're the king. I need make Joey's hot chocolate before he comes in here and whines."

Yugi laughed then turned to the young man who was now sitting next to him. Needless to say, he was a little stunned when he saw that the man looked like him, almost like they could be twins. Only the man seemed more mature, taller, had more muscle, and had dark ruby red eyes. Plus, the look in his eyes…Yugi could see there was pain in them. Though the man's face remained stoic. "I'm Yugi," he introduced himself. "And you are…?"

"Yami," he replied, looking at the boy. "You're a friend of Mokuba, are you not?"

"Yes, well, more like…acquaintances," Yugi answered truthfully. "I've only known him for a short period of time, but he seems like a nice guy."

Yami couldn't help but stare at the boy in confusion. How did he know that the boy had amethyst colored eyes? Or that the boy had blonde hair framing his face? And more importantly…why did he feel confused about this? It was startling how he was suddenly seeing color everywhere. He started feeling dizzy from seeing and feeling everything at once.

"Are you okay?" Yugi asked, seeing the man slump forward a little like he was sick. "You're not sick, are you?"

The pharaoh couldn't answer him, closing his eyes to regain his composure. "I'm fine. I just…"

"Do you want me to call someone?" the younger boy asked in concern. "Tristan, is Joey on his way? Maybe he can take Yami home too?"

"Depends if his dad is gonna let him out for that long," Tristan sighed. "You know how his old man is…"

"I'm fine," Yami told them. "I just…I'll be going now." He got up and left before any of the boys could say anything. As soon as he was outside, he rested against the wall to try and compose himself. Why was he able to see colors now? The sky was dark now with hues of blue and violet along with the white-silver stars adorning it. He looked back inside at the boy, Yugi. Why did this boy make him feel emotions and see color? Could he be…?


"Hey, Joey just texted me. He's here," Yugi told his friend and put all his stuff in his backpack. "I'll see you later, Tristan!"

"Hold on!" Tristan called after him then handed him a cup. "Here's Joey's hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. Tell that punk he owes me money next time I see him."

Yugi laughed, nodding. "Okay, see ya!" He walked out of the café, not seeing the man standing by the door and got in the car. "Thanks for picking me up, Joey. Tristan was gonna chew me out if I tried to walk by myself. Oh! And here's your hot chocolate. Tristan said he put extra whipped cream and that you owe him money next time you see each other."

Joey snorted as he took a sip and drove off. "He can keep wishing about getting his money. I probably owe him more than a thousand dollars from just him making this alone. And I would've chewed you out too for walking home alone at this time. Been really crazy around this part of Domino lately. Don't need to find out that you've been killed and thrown in a ditch just because you thought you can walk alone."

"How's your sister?" Yugi asked, changing the topic.

The older boy shrugged. "Okay, I guess," Joey replied. "Her eyesight is starting to get worst. Doctor said that surgery can fix it, but…"

"The cost, right?" Yugi asked. "Those surgeries cost a lot, don't they?"

"Yeah, and with our old man drinking half of our paychecks every time we get paid, rent, food, and gas, we don't have enough to spare for it. And let's not even get started on school!" Joey told him. "I might have to quit and get another job."

"But Joey, you already have two jobs!" Yugi exclaimed. "If you get a third, you'll work yourself into the ground. We all know you've hardly been eating. You've gotten thin. When was the last time you ate?"

Joey shrugged, taking another sip of his hot chocolate. "Not sure, been running on adrenaline and water for the past three days. I've been working extra hours at the bar. Been making some nice tips."

"Here," Yugi said, handing him a sandwich from his bag. "Eat this on your back or whenever and don't worry about paying me back, it was free. But eat it! Promise?"

The blonde boy laughed, nodding. "Sure, Yugi. I'll eat it on my way back home," he promised, stopping the car as he approached Yugi's house. "Thanks a lot, buddy."

"You're welcome," Yugi said politely. "And thank you for driving me home. Do you work tomorrow?"

"Nah, surprisingly me and Serenity are off tomorrow," he answered.

"Well, how about we all get together at my house? We can play games, watch movies, and just hang out?" Yugi suggested. "We haven't had a day like in a long time and Grandpa really misses seeing all of you. Said the shop feels empty without two or three of us there and causing a ruckus. Especially you and Tristan yelling at each other when you play Duel Monsters. Or whenever you and Mai argue."

"Seems like I'm always yelling at someone," Joey laughed. "But that sounds like a good idea. See if everyone isn't busy tomorrow. Either way, me and Serenity will stop by."

"Alright, see ya tomorrow!" Yugi said as he got out of the car and walked inside his home. "I'm back, Grandpa!"

His grandfather looked up from sweeping the floor and smiled warmly. "Did Tristan give you a hard time about walking back alone in the dark again?"

Yugi nodded as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it on the counter. "Yeah, but luckily Joey wasn't working yet and he dropped me off. He said it's been really crazy around this part of town lately. Have you heard anything on the news?"

"It has been a little rough around here," his grandpa replied. "I guess I can agree with the two of them about you walking home alone in the dark. It isn't safe."

"But Tristan does it all the time," Yugi sighed. "How come it's okay for him?"

The old man laughed. "That's because Tristan knows how to fight and take care of himself. I don't have to worry about him, Joey, Valon, Alister, and Malik. Even though Malik is not that much taller and bigger than you, but he's more…"

"Violent?" Yugi offered with a small laugh.

"Aggressive," Solomon said, giving his grandson a warm smile. "You said he used whatever he could get his hands on whenever he fought those bullies at school."

The two of them continued their conversation as they ate. After that, both of them cleaned up and closed the shop. Solomon went to the back room, which was the living room and watched TV while Yugi cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes.

Neither of them realized the whole time, they were being watched by dark ruby red eyes. Even after they went to their rooms for the night, those eyes continued to watch the young boy as he opened the window and read a book.


Yugi was reading his book about ancient Egypt and all of the myths from long ago. His grandfather had raised him on these books and he loved reading about the dragon myths. He would love to listen to his grandpa tell him the story of Pharaoh Yami and his dragon warriors. It was one of his favorite stories and he'd found and read every book he could of this story. This was his favorite myth and he loved to read everything about it.

Now that he thought about…every picture he saw of the hieroglyphics of Yami…he almost looked like Yugi. And now, he remembered the man he'd met earlier at the café, Mokuba's friend, Yami. And since he also looked like Yugi, that meant he looked and had the same name as…

That's silly, Yugi. It's not the pharaoh in the stories. These are just myths that people made up of the real Pharaoh Yami and his warriors. Even archaeologists agree that they're myths and that there's no proof of dragons ever existing in the world. It's all made up. He told himself. Someone else out there in the world is probably a big fan of these myths like you and probably named Mokuba's friend Yami that to honor the pharaoh from long ago.

He looked at the artifact that was on his desk. He remembered his grandfather had been on an expedition in Egypt and had brought him back the pendant that Pharaoh Yami had always worn. The Millennium Puzzle. It was a rare artifact that many wished they could get their hands on and was worth a lot of money. But Solomon had given it to him instead.

I wonder if the Ryou, Malik, and Ishizu's Millennium Items belonged to someone like Pharaoh Yami. I should go to the book store and see if it has any books on the Millennium Items. Or maybe I can ask Ishizu, she's an archaeologist. Then again, so are Kisara and Odion. All of them know about the Millennium Items. I'm sure they must know something about the original owners. Yugi thought to himself. He set the book on the small table next to his bed and got under the covers. He and his grandpa would be busy tomorrow cooking for everyone. He was glad that his all of his friends would be able to come over. They hadn't all been together since school ended and part time, or full time jobs in some of their cases, got in the way. But now they would be able to see each other again, even if it was for only a few hours.

He yawned, lying down on his bed. "Well, I guess I better get some sleep. Me and grandpa are gonna be doing a lot of cooking tomorrow," he whispered to himself and closed his eyes, listening to the trees rustle from the soft wind.

Those dark ruby red eyes never left his face as he fell asleep.


Yami knew he should've left a long time ago, but he couldn't.

This boy was his.

His Soul Mate.

The one that would bring back colors to his sight and give him back emotions. Those emotions were swirling around inside him like a tornado, making him restless. He actually felt restless. It had been two thousand years since he last felt any emotion. This boy, Yugi, was the missing half of his soul. His light that he gave up to save the world.

When he'd seen the boy at the café, he remembered that Mokuba had said that Yugi did look like a more innocent version of him and he agreed. The boy was shorter and more slender. His hair looked almost like Yami's, but he only had blonde hair framing his face. And his eyes were the most beautiful amethyst color Yami had ever seen.

He jumped on the windowsill of Yugi's room, looking at the sleeping boy. He looked like an angel. The boy stirred, as if he knew someone was watching him. Do you sense me, Little Light? He asked the boy telepathically.

Yugi opened his eyes when he heard the voice in his head. There were only three people he knew that could that, and none of them sounded like that. He turned around to look at his window, seeing nothing there and looked outside, still seeing nothing or no one there. Who was it that talked to him?

Are you scared that I can talk to you this way? The voice asked him, as if it was amused by his reaction.

Who are you? And how are you able to talk to me like this? Yugi asked them as he sat up.

Because we are two halves of the same whole. I am the darkness and you are the light. Have you always been able to communicate with people like this? The voice asked him.

Only three other people…why are you talking to me? Who are you? Do I even know you?

Patience, Little Light…we'll meet again…the voice said.

Little Light…? What light? What are you talking about? And what do you mean we'll meet again? Who are you? Yugi had to know who this person was. Did he know this person? It wasn't Malik, Ryou, or Ishizu talking to him. This person…was something else. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew something was different.

Go to sleep…

All Yugi saw was dark ruby red eyes before he felt his eyes close and the darkness of sleep took over.


Author's Notes/Rambles

Yay, another story. I was supposed to be working my Kingdom Hearts story, Mermaid's Tear, but this story popped into my head. I'll be leaving any warnings of each chapter at the top, like if there will be a scene of any couple in this story that you'll wanna or just a clear warning of any mentions. Yes, I will be using Téa in this story as a friend to Yugi. I actually thought she was pretty okay in the anime. But don't worry! There will be enough villains to make you happy. :D

So what do you think? Think it's a good start? Let me know.