I do not own Yugioh.

Bakura had just gotten home from school. He had pretended to be okay but he was not. The truth was he had missed his other half horribly. At first he had bean happy not to have to share his body but now. Bakura pulled a bag of dust from inside his shirt. He had recently taken to wearing it around his neck. It was all that was left of his other half's soul after the visit to the pharaohs memory. He had bought a punching bag and a set of weights to use until he was tired out, mostly because he had decided to avoid coping by trashing the house or harming his body. He had decided on those rules mostly because he planed on getting his other back somehow. The same logic that kept him eating. He couldn't tell Yugi or more logically Isis they wouldn't understand. So he clung to the pile of dust which Duke wouldn't recognize the original form of and searched all sorts of occult books for the answer. Bakura kissed the bag and fell asleep contemplating another day of pretending.

That night Bakura dreamed that his other had returned and was beating him up for his daring to control his body without permission. Bakura was told that he was a slave and should have obeyed his god. His other had told Bakura that he owned him. Bakura agreed with every word. The worst part about the dream was being disappointed when he woke up.


The way I see it Isis would know more about magic and stuff than Yugi and this takes place after Atem leaves. Seto might be able to make his virtual world technology compatible with a soul being trapped in dust but first he would need to acknowledge that a soul can be trapped in dust.