Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or Harry Potter. If I did then I would have enough money to buy the French Horn I so desperately want.

Hikari - Light

Yami - Dark

Aibou - Partner

Yadounishi - Landlord

Baka - Idiot (Don't know if I'll use it, but it's here any way.)

Gomen/ Gomen Nasai- Sorry or I'm sorry

{Ryou to Bakura}

{{Bakura to Ryou}}

(Yugi to Yami)

((Yami to Yugi))

"Japanese" (Not in this chapter).

"English" (Not in this chapter).

New Places, New Faces

Chapter 1:

Post

Yami Bakura, King of Thieves and master and inhabitant of the Millennium Ring stood less than placated in soul room, wondering loudly through his mind link just how he had been dragged by his usually spineless yadounishi into his current predicament. It was clear from the beginning that this choice was not his to be made no matter how much he might threaten, and he was to be along for the ride. Personally, he blamed the Pharaoh and his worthless excuse of a hikari.

{Yami?} Ryou's voice reached out cautiously through the mind link, {I'm…} His light trailed off, unsure of what to say to his overly furious dark that might lessen his anger. Fear, paranoia, and the slightest, almost intangible, hint of defiance trickled through the link. It changed rather quickly to apologetic and cowering at the flare of the spirit's rage.

{{Quiet mortal.}} Bakura hissed at his terror-stricken host. The boy quickly withdrew and pulled in upon himself, allowing the spirit of the Ring to all but shut him out of his own mind. He could distinctly hear the ancient thief muttering curses and threats from his soul room and he knew he would pay for his defiance later.

{I apologize for not entering the tournament as you wished.} Ryou whimpered through his mind, hoping the spirit would calm down at his obvious submissive display.

Bakura snarled to himself. The Japanese Regional Dueling Tournament was to begin today. Bakura had hoped to enter to cause mischief, and hopefully win. Relieving some of the participants of their valuables and cards while there was only a plus. The ring spirit was not one to tolerate the individuality of his slaves. Hence, he was still not quite certain why he allowed himself to be dragged, albeit mostly unwillingly, all the way to Britain, or Scotland or wherever he was. It had all started a few weeks before when his host had received the thrice cursed letter.


Flashback

Ryou sat at his small kitchen table in the apartment his father rented for him reading the morning addition of the Domino paper and sipping lightly at a cup of watered down coffee. He enjoyed the blissful early mornings when his rather explosive dark was not yet awake and aware enough to threaten him or his friends. This particular morning, Ryou was paying less attention than normal to the paper having just received a letter from his wayward father.

It had been short and to the point. He had been planning on visiting his son for a week over the summer holiday, but had sent an emotionless note explaining that his work at the dig site was too important at the moment for him to leave to come home. To further keep him away, Mr. Bakura had also explained rather briefly that he would be traveling to America within the month to give lectures at various colleges and would be spending the next six months there, if not longer.

Ryou sniffed and shuddered, his eyes still filled with his unshed tears. If his Yami were to wake up and find him in this venerable state… He was drawn from his thoughts by the sound of the mail slot flap hitting the door. Ryou looked confusedly at the small pile of bills and letters in front of him. The mail had already come for the day…

{{Are you just going to sit here, or are you going to go and get it?}} Bakura asked irritably. Ryou jumped and squeaked, he had not heard his other awaken. The thief chuckled darkly and softly in his head at the thought. {{I'm a thief, am I not? You should not hear me awaken unless I purposely alert you of my presence.}}

Ryou stood up dutifully and made his way to the hallway that led to his front door. He had noticed that the spirit was in a particularly gracious mood this morning and planned on keeping it that way for as long as possible, so he made sure that moved quickly through the apartment.

For a split second, Ryou could only wonder if the spirit had done something again, and this was a summons or a bill or a ransom note or money from some unknown crook the thief might have worked with on his last nightly escapade. Said spirit snorted from his soul room and sent contempt down the link. {{If I had done anything of the sort, you would never have heard about it. Do you doubt my abilities hikari mine?}} Bakura asked with an evil gleam in his eye, sending a small dose of pain down the link and smiling sadistically as Ryou winced.

{Of-f course not. Just a stay thought, nothing to be concerned about.} Ryou muttered softly to his other as he bent down to pick up the thick looking letter off the floor in front of his door.

The envelope was thick and yellowing with a particular feel, smooth and dryer than most paper felt. It weighed heavy in his pale hand. Bakura took on his less than corporal form next to his host. The letter felt weird. Almost is made of…

"I thought mortals had stopped using parchment paper long ago." Bakura said as he raised a curious eyebrow at the envelope. It was sealed with a red wax seal, another dated and odd thing about it. The center consisted of a large and ornate 'H' which was surrounded on four sides by a lion, badger, eagle and snake. From Ryou's memory, Bakura gathered that it looked uncannily like the crest of a school. He tapped his foot impatiently at his light.

"Are you quite finished? Why don't you turn it over to the front if you aren't opening it so I can see what the return address is." The thief ordered. Ryou winced noticeably, as if expecting to be struck and flipped the letter over.

"The return address is…" Ryou allowed his voice to trail off as he was drawn to something far more interesting than who might have possibly sent the mysterious letter. The address read:

Mr. Ryou Bakura

1890 Sakura Road

Apartment 19

Domino City

Japan

And

Mr. Yami Bakura

Millennium Ring

Bakura let out a fierce some growl from over Ryou's shoulder, anger radiating off of him in waves. "How do they know about my Ring!" He hissed into Ryou's ear.

Ryou fought to control the shivers of fear. It was true that his yami had been less abusive as of late, only sending him mental pain instead of physical pain, but Ryou felt horror that he had not in weeks at the acrimony that was radiating around him and suffocating his very soul. "I'm sure it's nothing. Surely it's only Malik playing a distasteful prank. Or-r mayb-be it's J-Joey or T-Tris-stan?" Ryou stuttered out, trying to calm his furious other and cowering away from his animosity. The thief king raised a delicate eyebrow and shook his head at his host's theories.

"I doubt it yadounishi. Malik is busy with his tomb keeping responsibilities and is far too lazy and stupid to put together a ruse like this. Joey and Tristan know better than to cross me." His yami said this last part with a satisfied smirk. "Open it." He ordered to his still cowering light. Ryou nodded and tore open the seal with shaking fingers.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Canfed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr.'s Bakura,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no
later than August 10.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Bakura snorted darkly at the first part. But gestured to Ryou to continue reading the additional message below the first.

Dear Mr. Ryou Bakura and the Spirit of the Ring,

Greetings to you both. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school. I am quite sure that you are both surprised by the abrupt appearance of your acceptance letter and are curious about, not only it's origins, but also it's validity. I can assure you personally that all of this is very real and legitimate. Until about five months ago, the magical world was unaware of your existence until a report was sent into a police department detailing a highly magical occurrence. The Japanese Ministry of Magic was called upon to investigate the situation and they discovered the existence of some very powerful items known to you as the Millennium Items I believe. After a fair amount of research on these items and the power of shadow magic they bestow upon you, it was decided that you should be contacted and extended an invite to school. As both Japan and, incidentally, Egypt do not have schools and perform all magical training at home, the European Ministry was contacted and we have agreed to enroll you into Hogwarts. Therefore, I cordially invite you to attend our school and harness your unique abilities and gain a few more along the way. It is entirely up to you and your alter-ego as to whether you attend or not, but, should you refuse, the Japanese Ministry shall be checking in frequently. If you do so wish to take up our offer, you will be joining our fifth year class as transfers. I shall have someone meet you at the central fountain at Domino Park on August 15th at six o'clock in the morning to escort you to a family who has agreed to host you until school begins. We expect your acceptance or declination by August 10th. And do not worry, your secret is safe and well guarded.

I hope to see you both September First!

Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster

Both yami and hikari were silent as they finished the letter. Ryou's mind was in a state of turmoil as his dark's turbulent feelings of vexation and irritation filtered through to his side of the link and mixed with his own feelings of dread, curiosity and excitement. After reading the letter for a second time, Bakura swore loudly in Egyptian and started pacing, muttering incomprehensive threats under his breath. Ryou watched him cautiously.

"Do you still believe it to be one of those nitwits you mentioned before?" Bakura lashed out at his light as he continued to pace the floor. Ryou backed away slightly and breathed a sigh of relief when the phone rang shrilly from the kitchen, making a mad dash past the seething spirit to answer it.

"Hello?" Ryou asked shakily as he clicked the receiver on.

"Ryou? It's Malik." His Egyptian friend stated bluntly over the line. After battle city, the Spirit of the Ring and Malik had been at odds with each other, but Malik had slowly grown to accept and trust Ryou and, by extension, he grew to accept the spirit as a plotting partner. When Malik was in town, Bakura was always in a distinctly better mood as less likely to hurt anyone or seal anyone into the shadow realm. Malik was an excellent distraction.

"Good morning Malik, I haven't spoken to you in quite a while. How is everyone? Are the tombs still intact?" Ryou asked conversationally as he ignored the continued muttering in the back of his mind as the spirit returned to his soul room to listen in upon the conversation better.

"Good evening actually. Everybody's fine. Ishizu and Odion are both busy with new findings and the museum. One of our tombs actually proved to be larger than we thought, so they're out heading the expedition at the moment. I actually called because I received a curious little letter from one Albus Dumbly-something inviting me to some private wizardry school. I was just wondering if Bakura might have had something to do with it." In his soul room, Bakura scoffed at the idea, believing it to be below his standards.

"No, he didn't. We just received one as well. I was going to call you later and ask if you might have had anything to do with it." Malik was uncharacteristically silent for a moment.

"Interesting. Do you th--" Malik was promptly cut off by Ryou as the phone beeped in his ear. With a quick apology, Ryou pulled the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID, recognizing the number as the one from the Kame Game Shop.

"Gomen, Malik. I have to take this, it might be important, I'll be right back." Malik grunted his consent and Ryou switched over to the other line and put the phone back up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Good morning Ryou, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I had a quick question and it couldn't wait." Yugi's innocent voice rang out over the line and Ryou smiled unconsciously at the voice of his friend. Yugi had accepted him completely after he apologized, as did the Pharaoh. He now went out of his way to invite Ryou everywhere possible so that he would not have to spend all of his time with his unruly spirit. Ryou always felt safer in the presence of Yugi and the Pharaoh.

"Good morning to you as well, and do not worry, you weren't disturbing anything. How can I help you?" Ryou asked politely as Bakura listened intently from his soul room. With his vendetta against the Spirit of the Puzzle, Bakura always wanted to be informed when it concerned Yugi.

"I received a strange letter this morning and Yami believes that Bakura sent it as a joke. It's about some magic school called Hogwarts and from some man named Albus Dumbledore. Is it possible that he sent it?" Yugi asked cautiously. From Ryou's perspective, it almost sounded like he was trying to ask without accusing and angering the thief king.

"No, Bakura didn't send it. I received the same letter as well, as did Malik. In fact, Malik called just before you did. Let me join our call with his and then we'll see what we can come up with, okay?" Yugi agreed and Ryou pressed a few buttons on his keypad before putting the phone back to his ear. "Malik? Yugi? Are you there?"

"Yes." They both answered at once.

"I would venture a guess, Yugi, that since you're on the line as well that you also received the letter from Hogwarts and believed that Bakura sent it?" Malik asked, humor clear in his tone. Yugi answered immediately.

"Yes, I also received the letter. I found it unnerving that the wizards found out so much from research on the items. How could they possibly know that they contain the spirits of two ancient Egyptians? And you Malik, you've lived underground almost your whole life, how would a magic government from a different nation dig up enough to find you as well? What do you make of this? And, yes, Yami did believe that Bakura sent the letter at first." Yugi answered thoughtfully. Ryou felt Bakura rustling in the back of his mind and suddenly found himself sitting on the floor of his soul room.

"Believe it or not oh mighty Pharaoh, I do have better things to do than send you fake mail. Is it not possible that you sent the letter as well?" The ring spirit hissed out. "Tread lightly Pharaoh, lest I teach you a lesson."

"Watch yourself tomb robber. You know as well as I that you are no match for me. I think it's fairly obvious that these letters are from an outside force and not from any of us." Yami finished. His tone warning. Bakura's eyes twitched and he scoffed, pushing Ryou back into control.

"Anyway," Malik interrupted, breaking the awkward silence before it could become deafening, "I agree with Yugi. This is all very disturbing. No matter how much research they did, no one should have been able to find out about either spirit and I only surfaced about a year ago. The items haven't been acting up, so they shouldn't be sensing the aftershocks of the shadow magic. This is all very fishy." Malik muttered into the mouthpiece, sounding thoughtful.

{Do you have any theories?} Ryou asked quietly through the link. He felt the metaphorical wheels turning in his yami's head as he contemplated the answer.

{{As to how they found out about us? No. It could not have been the Pharaoh nor I, as we both are too cautious to let our shadow magic be seen. Either someone else has shadow magic, or we are being lied to. This could be a clever ruse to trap us.}} Bakura murmured partly to himself.

{If it's only a trick, then you could easily send the perpetrator to the shadow realm couldn't you?} Ryou asked reluctantly. As a light, he still believed in the good of people and didn't like to see anyone banished to a soulless existence in the shadow realm, but he knew that this would please and satisfy his yami.

{{Yes.}}

"Hem Hem." Malik irritated voice sounded over the ear piece interrupting Ryou's thoughts. Bakura faded back deeper into his soul room. "What have you and Bakura come up with Ryou?" Ryou bit his lip lightly.

"We believe that it could be another trap. I'm going to respond with a 'yes' though and go meet the person who is supposed to pick me up. If it's someone who is trying to kidnap us or force us into something… I suppose I'll allow Bakura to handle it." Ryou stated calmly over the phone, feeling a prickling of content coming from Bakura's side of the link. He was dearly hoping for the latter situation. "The letter said someone would meet me in Domino Park at 6:00 in the morning on the 15th."

"Mine said the same." Yugi's voice rang out from the other line.

"I'm to be meeting someone at the museum at 11:00 that same night. Do you think they will bring us all to the same place? I'm supposed to be staying with a host family and I assume you two are as well. We would have to be brought together at some point, they surely wouldn't keep us all apart. They pick us up in four days and term starts in twenty, what are they going to have us do until then? Twiddle our thumbs?" Malik wondered half amusedly from the other end. The other two laughed thoughtfully, wondering the same thing.

"Whatever does happen, we need to be prepared. There's no telling what kind of magic these people can do, so we need to watch our backs carefully. Especially you Malik. You will be alone." Ryou said seriously. Yugi made an agreeable grunt over the phone.

"Well guys, I need to get going. My grandfather needs me and I have plenty of packing to do. Be careful Malik, see you in a few days Ryou!" Yugi said cheerfully over the phone as he hung up. Ryou shook his head, Yugi was always so positive even in the face of possible danger.

The other two duelists muttered their goodbyes to their excitable friend and Ryou directed his attention to Malik. "I had better go as well. I'll need to pack and find some house sitters. I'll see you in a few days Malik."

"I would certainly hope so. I would die of boredom if I had to talk and scheme with wizards for sixteen days straight." Ryou smiled at his friend's antics and hung up the phone. He felt his yami close off the bond, leaving only the smallest strand of a link between them as he went as deep as he could into Ryou's mind, most likely to sleep or plot.

"Well," Ryou commented to his echoingly empty house. "Let's get packing."


(Four Days Later; 5:00 am)

"Hikari, maybe you don't quite understand me. We are entering the dueling tournament on the first. I didn't exactly give you an option in the matter." Bakura told his host firmly as he followed him, in spirit form, around the tiny apartment. Ryou was grabbing the last few articles of clothing from his dryer and was folding them as he bustled down the hallway. He set a pile of folded shirts and socks on his bed before turning to his annoyed yami. Ryou took a calming breath.

"I know how much this tournament means to you yami. But I have already sent our agreement to go to Hogwarts. Everything has been taken care of in that respect. Plus, the tournament doesn't accept late registrations and those had to be sent in over two weeks ago. The spots are all filled. We can't enter." Ryou told the glaring spirit gently. Bakura's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared holes through his quiet host.

"…Very well. We will be entering the next one." He told Ryou, his tone offering no argument. "Do not forget my trench coat." He added as an afterthought. "Or my daggers."

Ryou, who had turned back around and was neatly packing his clothes into a small suitcase, rolled his eyes. "Not to worry. Your coat is on the doorknob, I won't forget it. I would rather not take every knife you own. We shall only need a few." Bakura snorted at this.

"So you say. I refuse to leave them all here where they could lose their quality and well oiled look. They need to be properly cared for. Leaving them all for a year will not suffice." He said in an irritated tone. Ryou huffed under his breath, the spirit was becoming far too annoying.

"Regardless, you shall not be taking the whole collection. There is simply not enough room. Why not pick the ones that need the most care? And remember, these are for safety purposes only. Please to not take them so that you can carve open some unfortunate soul that I will not allow you to banish. It would get us expelled from the school and possibly arrested. They might even take the ring." Ryou shuddered involuntarily . His yami might be evil, but he had no chance of surviving without him. He had not felt complete before. "Why not go and decide which ones you want and I shall come and collect them momentarily?"

Ryou felt Bakura leave the room, his mind closed to his hikari. Said hikari went through his suitcase methodically, counting what he had carefully. With a nod, he returned to his closet to grab two more pair of jeans before carefully packing them and closing the case. He picked it up and carried it down the hallway to the small closet that Bakura had transformed into a storage closet for his knife-fetish. Ryou opened the door and set the suitcase on the ground, opening the suitcase and making sure his clothes were safely on one side so that he would have room for Bakura's… valuables.

His yami was carefully combing through each case, looking over each dagger, pocketknife, and short sword with a practiced eye as he tried to decide. A moment later, he had taken control of Ryou's body in order to pick up the objects of his choosing. He added two to his front pocket. One a pocketknife, the other a Swiss army knife with extra attachments. He then grabbed a dagger which he clasped on his belt next to his dueling deck, out of sight, but within easy reach. From here, he began to carefully wrap towels around several of the short swords and place them gently in Ryou's suitcase. Grabbing a few more small daggers for good measure and sticking them in the bag, the spirit relinquished control and retreated into his soul room.

{{I would prefer to not be bothered until we leave.}} The spirit told Ryou blankly before closing off the link. Ryou sighed lightly, smiling, and bent down to secure the suitcase and gather everything else that he would need for his journey, quickly reminding himself to make sure that his duel disk was safely wrapped up inside his suitcase and away from anything sharp, pointy, and shiny.


(5:45 am; Same Day)

"I guess this is it. This is the last time we will see our home for quite some time."

Ryou stood in the front doorway of his darkened apartment. It's not like he would miss this place. It held dark memories for him, even if it was home. Bakura stood silently beside him as if he were already missing his familiar space.

"Who will be house-sitting while we are away?" He asked curiously, eyeing his hikari.

"Joey, Tristan, and Tea." Bakura made a sound of disbelief, shooting his host a withering gaze.

"Would you like our home to be in one piece when we return, or fifteen?" He asked irritated.

"Joey, Tristan, and Tea aren't that bad! They are good people. Sure Joey and Tristan can be a bit… hyperactive at times, but I'm sure Tea can keep them calm and take care of everything. I trust them."

"Whatever you say yadounishi."

Ryou contemplated glaring at his yami for a moment before deciding better of it. He carefully removed the black trench from the knob and slipped it on, feeling it's comforting warmth against his skin. He opened the door, locking it from the inside and took one last sweeping look of his home. He closed the door quickly and Bakura disappeared back into the ring in a brilliant glow of golden light.

{What do you suppose wizard magic is like? Do you think it is like the shadows?} Ryou asked Bakura carefully over their link as he made his way down the stairs and through the small lobby of the apartment complex. He felt the spirit shrug.

{{It is most likely like the magic in children's stories. Making objects appear in thin air, levitating random objects, ex cetra. Normal wizard magic.}} He answered with a touch of sarcasm.

{And the school! I can't even begin to imagine what it might be like! How do you suppose we will get there? What classes are available for us to take?} Ryou's excitement poured over the mind link, causing Bakura to draw away slightly as they entered the park that was, conveniently enough, almost right across the street from the apartment, and sat down on the edge of the fountain.

The ring spirit rolled his eyes. {{Why not look at the book list and the list of required items that came with your acceptance letter? I would wager a bet that it would contain at least some information as to what classes are available for you to take.}} Bakura answered in a wayward tone as he began to scan the park through Ryou's eyes turning the normal, soft doe-brown into a muddy blood colored hue.

{Why didn't you tell me that already?} Ryou exclaimed as he hastily reached into his pocket and dug out the folded parchment envelope. He shifted through it before pulling a sheet of thick parchment from the others and unfolding it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

Fifth-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. On plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry nametags.

COURSE BOOKS

All Students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 5) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

A Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard

Diving into the Occult by Odysseys Ishaus

Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky

Monster Book of Monsters by Newt Salamander

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

1 tarot deck

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

Ryou chuckled quietly and felt the questioning sent through the link. {They seem to have a book here for even you yami. The 'Monster Book of Monster'. Sounds like a book on duel monsters doesn't it?}

Bakura grumbled something that Ryou couldn't discern. Bakura was watching someone entering the front entrance of the park. {{The Pharaoh's here.}} He said quickly, redirecting his attention on the odd pink-haired woman who was sitting on a bench not too far away reading an odd paper.

"Hey Ryou!" Yugi said quietly as he sat down next to Ryou, placing his duffle bag at his feet, apparently taking notice of the woman as well. He glanced her way and lowered his voice to a whisper to keep her from overhearing. "Any sign of whoever is supposed to be picking us up?"

Ryou shook his head, "No. Bakura's looking at the moment though. He's been on high alert ever since we walked out of the apartment this morning." Yugi nodded in agreement.

"Yami's been acting exactly the same way." Yugi's eyes glazed over slightly as he adopted a far off look. "He believes that the woman with the pink, spiky hair is suspicious looking." Ryou spared her a quick glance.

{{Tell the midget to tell the Pharaoh that I agree with him.}} Bakura ordered as he had Ryou sit straight so that he could watch her from Ryou's peripheral vision, never taking his eyes off of her.

{Please don't make fun of Yugi, he is my friend…} Ryou reprimanded quietly as he glanced over at Yugi who was also not taking his eyes off the woman. By the way his eyes were tinted with red, Ryou assumed the Pharaoh was acting the same way his yami was, but for different reasons.

"Bakura said to tell Yami that he does agree with him. But she looks normal enough though." Ryou commented as the woman folded her paper neatly and stood up from her seat, walking towards them.

"She's coming this way. We need to stay on our guard and be prepared for anything." Ryou offered a stiff nod and Bakura growled silently n his soul room, itching for a fight. He was on the verge of knocking Ryou out of control, only holding back because he was waiting for the threat. Ryou's eyes took on a greater reddish hue as Bakura came closer and closer to controlling the body. Yugi had merged with his Yami, his eyes becoming an eerie crimson color as his yami's overprotective habits took over.

The woman stopped in front of them and gave them a calculating look. "Are you Ryou Bakura and Yugi Mouto?"

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A/N: Well, here is the revised chapter. It was supposed to be a Christmas present, but as it's one day late…

This is the revised chapter. I read back through the story decided "Wow, my writing sucked back then, my eyes are going to bleed" and then I rewrote it. I realized my Yami Bakura was WAY OOC! So I went back through and made him much more malicious, so I hope he better matches his true character.

If you're reading through this either again or for the first time, remember, I might not have revised everything yet, so some of the chapters might not match up with the others. For example, this chapters Yami Bakura is rude and slightly cruel, but chapter 2's (at the moment) is the Bakura I wrote the first time, which was fun and much much too nice. Just something to keep in mind.

More revised chapters are yet to come! Enjoy!

Happy Reading!

EdElricFan1001

Revised: December 26, 2009