Disclaimer: I am trying really hard to make this a comprehensive fic with no plot holes. This has been on my mind for years but am finally putting pen to paper, if you will! So enjoy, even if no one reads this it will be so much better to get it out! :) This takes place immediately after the main series ends. Please read my tags below if you're sensitive to certain topics.

TAGS: Rape, Incest (Not really in my mind but I know some people are weird about a certain pairing so I'm just gonna put 'incest' here anyway), Yaoi, Lemons lemons lemons lemons, BDSM


The end. An end to thousands of years of torment and anguish. Domino City and the world is finally at rest.

Or is it? The world does keep turning, after all, and sometimes it works in mysterious ways.

The Pharaoh was put to rest and the adventure was finally, finally over...for everyone. Isis, Malik and Rishid remained in Egypt. Ryou, Honda, Anzu, Jounouchi, and Yugi returned to Domino City to live out the remainder of their high school days peacefully.

A few days later, it happened.

The moon eclipsed the sun and the earth bore three new bodies. They appeared from thin air, reborn and purged of the deep darkness in their hearts.

A thin, tall young man with violet, black, and yellow hair knelt on the ground of his partner's room, hands on the floor. Everything felt the same, but…different. This body was his own, there was no other presence. He took a few deep, ragged breaths before exclaiming "A-aibou?!"

"Yami…" Yugi replied, still asleep.

Slowly, he stood up and reached for the light by Yugi's bed. The light clicked on and Yami put his palm on Yugi's chest, gently shaking him.

"Yugi…Yugi…" he called softly.

This time, the boy opened his eyes, which grew three times as big when he saw the figure standing above him. "YAMI?! Yami, is it really you?!"

The young man smiled and looked down at his precious partner. "I have my own form now. I don't know how, or why, but…I am here to stay, it seems."

"Oh, Yami! I can't…I never thought I would see you again!" Yugi stood up excitedly and hugged him, fighting back tears of happiness.

The taller boy returned the embrace, hugging his former partner tight. "I thought so too. I don't know what happened, but…" he broke the hug to look down at Yugi with a huge smile. "I'm glad it did."


While one joyous reunion was taking place, two…less savory meetings were occurring.

"Hn." A grunt escaped from the thief's mouth, who caught himself on the edge of something, propping himself up with his arm.

Where was he? The room was completely dark.

He heard a half second of shuffling before light filled the room. He shielded his eyes and scowled.

"AHHHHH!" Ryou screamed, looking around for something to defend himself with. Something, anything. He quickly grabbed a flashlight, the nearest blunt object, and hopped out of bed.

"Don't come near me. Please." Ryou pleaded, aghast at the sight of the spirit who used to possess his body.

Bakura rose, chuckling before lifting his head to smirk at the boy. "There, there, yadonushi. Just as pathetic as ever, I see. Don't worry…I won't bite."

"I mean it!" Ryou shouted, taking a step or two back and grabbing the doorknob with his right hand. "Why are you here? What do you want with me?"

The smirk disappeared. "I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that question, hikari. I remember being cast into the shadows and then…this." He scowled, recalling the final showdown with the Pharaoh and Yugi. "But you should be grateful. You now have your precious body back." Bakura took a step towards Ryou, shaking his head back to get the hair out of his face. He looked at the boy who was cowering as if Bakura was a ghost.

Ryou began to turn the doorknob, refusing to avert his eyes from the white-haired teen before him. Bakura let out an exasperated sigh and quickly grabbed the sleeve of Ryou's night shirt. He pulled the boy back towards him, shut the door once more, and shoved him down on the bed. Bakura stood over him, crossing his arms and looking down expectantly.

"Come on. We have some talking to do."


Across oceans, in Egypt, a similar scene could be found. The evening sunlight shone through the windows of the Ishtar apartment as the unexpected happened.

"Heh heh heh." The tanned, spiky haired blonde began to cackle happily as he felt blood course through his veins once more. "I'm alive!"

Violet eyes widened as he heard an all-too-familiar voice. 'NO. NOT AGAIN!' Malik thought, but then he realized…it was coming from behind him.

He swiveled around in his office chair to see his worst nightmare come to life—again.

Malik shrieked in pure terror, standing and pointing a finger at the half of him that was once dispelled.

"Y-YOU! YOU ARE…YOU CAN'T…YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!"

Yami Malik chuckled. "Heh. What a warm welcome from my better half! Mmm, it feels so good to be alive again!"

Both boys heard loud knocking at the locked bedroom door. "Malik! Brother, are you alright? Malik?" Isis' concerned voice made Yami Malik grin from ear to ear.

"Ah, Isis! How I've missed the sweet sound of your voice!" He strolled over to the door and turned the handle gingerly, opening the door and grinning down at the raven-haired Ishtar woman.

The look of horror on her face became anger, disgust, and hatred as he took her hand and kissed it. "My fair Isis, it's different this time. Look." Yami Malik stepped back and motioned to his hikari, who had sat back down in shock.

"I-" she started, unable to find the words. Instead she ran to stand next to her brother, leaning down and putting a hand on his arm. "Malik, did he hurt you?"

Yami Malik pouted, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Hmph. No. I didn't."

Malik swallowed and stood up, brushing his sister off of him. He looked at his counterpart with cold eyes. "Why have you come back?", he asked, trying to stand his ground confidently. Isis chewed her lip nervously while plotting the best course of action in her head. Rishid wouldn't be back for a few hours and she couldn't dare leave her brother to go get the phone.

Yami Malik sighed. "I don't know why I'm here. I WAS dead, but now I'm alive. And…" He took a long pause. "Things are different now." He could no longer feel the burning hatred that fueled him previously. He felt confused, but he felt…human.

Malik wasn't having it. "You're a monster! Things can't be different…you killed my father and you—"

"Shut up!" Yami Malik interrupted the blonde and came close, putting his hands on his shoulders and looking deep into his eyes, pleading silently. "Things are different now. I can't explain it, but…they are. Before, all I wanted was revenge, but now I don't know what I want. I'm not a part of you anymore, I feel…whole."

Isis eyed the scene, holding her arms as if to cradle herself. What if what he's saying is true? How could he possibly have returned? None of it made sense, but a strange part of her was telling her to buy in to this insane story.

"I understand why you don't believe me. You have no reason to hold anything but contempt for me in your hearts. But I promise that things are different. I…I want nothing more than a chance to prove to you I've changed."

Malik and Isis looked at each other with worried expressions.

"And I can't feel the rod's presence anymore…or the necklace. Without those, am I really that great of a threat…Isis?" He looked straight at her, trying to sound as reasonable as possible.

"Even if you are different…why should we forgive you and let you into our lives? Are we really to let you eat our food and share our roof with you when all you've done is wreak havoc on us and those we love?" Isis asked.

"I want a chance to repent for my wrongdoings. I'll do whatever you please. Lock me up until you can trust me again or cut off a hand if you're worried about me hurting someone."

"We need to wait for Rishid," Malik said quietly to Isis.

Yami Malik and Isis sat on the floor, Isis on the far wall and the reborn Yami by the door. They settled in to wait.

The evening seemed to drag on forever. The sun set, and eventually Rishid returned. The three sat in Malik's room, silent, until the tall, tanned, tattooed man walked through the door.

"Isis? Malik?" The house was normally quiet in the evenings, but usually at least one of his siblings would greet him when they heard the door.

"In here, brother." Isis said in a dull voice.

Rishid turned the corner and was met with the sight of the blonde terror. He froze.

"What in the name of Ra?!"

Yami Malik sighed and stood. "Hello, Rishid. To make things simple—I am back. No, I do not know why, and things are different this time. I want to live a normal life."

"You…you cannot possibly live a normal life." His fright and worry turned to anger. "You are sick, twisted, demented…do you take us for fools?"

"You have every right to feel that way. But consider this, Rishid. You're not going to kill me. So you force me out on my own, cast out into the streets. If I am still as dangerous, still not of sound mind, would I not just torment others? Civilians?"

He paused.

"I can't say I'm completely changed, but it all feels so different."

"I don't know what to do." Malik looked at Isis and Rishid, trying to ignore his yami and think rationally. "Maybe…we should call Yugi?"

Isis nodded. "It's late there, but we should at least warn him."

Yami Malik crouched and sat once again on the floor. 'Fine.' he thought. He'll be patient.

Yami and Yugi were deep in conversation when they heard a cheerful ringing. "Who could be calling this late at night?!" Yugi exclaimed, sighing as he picked up his cell. Whoever dared to call him this late, let alone disturb his reunion with Yami, was going to pay if it wasn't an emergency.

"Hello?" He answered, feigning tiredness to guilt whoever was on the other end.

"Yugi? It's Isis. I am so sorry to wake you, but…we have a problem."

"Isis?" A pit grew in his stomach. He knew that this was bad. "What's wrong, Isis?"

"Malik's other half…he's returned. But this time he hasn't taken over Malik…he has his own body."

"WHAT?!" Yugi's eyes widened and he gave a worried look to the startled Yami, who was able to make out both ends of the conversation. He put the phone on speaker.

"Yes…but it's odd. He says that he's changed. His demeanor seems different but…we have to take precautions, obviously. We don't know what to do, and…I'm sorry, sorry to drag you into this."

"Isis." The pharaoh moved closer to the phone, taking it from Yugi's hands.

She would recognize that voice anywhere. She gasped. She paused a moment before speaking, realizing that revealing the pharaoh's existence to their guest would be anything but ideal.

"Interesting. What are your thoughts?" She hoped he would understand that she was omitting bits of what she wanted to say.

"Ahhh, you're with him, aren't you? Well, if he and I are both back to this world, chances are…the spirit of the ring is also here. But I have noticed that my soul…it feels lighter. Dark thoughts that used to plague me no longer cross my mind. It may be possible that something happened when we were brought back that changed something deep inside of us."

Isis nodded, forgetting he couldn't see her. "What do you think…Ph-Yugi?"

"I still worry for your safety," Yami said, brainstorming a solution.

Yugi chimed in. "Is it possible for you to come to Domino?"

"He doesn't have a passport." At that, Yami Malik stood up and approached Isis. "That isn't a problem."

"Hold on, Yugi." She dropped her phone arm to her waist and turned to the blonde. "What do you mean, 'That isn't a problem?'"

"I can just use Malik's. We look similar, after all."

Malik stood up. "Oh, and I'm just supposed to wait here while my brother and sister are trapped on a plane with you?"

"Yes."

The pair began bickering from across the room and Isis returned to her call with the spiky-haired pair.

"We'll find a way. I'll send you the details of our trip after it's planned. In the meantime…stay safe. It's good to speak with you again." She ended the call and returned to the scene at hand, Yami Malik replying calmly and matter-of-factly, and Malik almost shouting, scowling at his counterpart.

"There is no way in HELL that I am giving you the chance to crash that plane into the ground!"

"My, my. Someone has an active imagination."

"DON'T ACT AS IF I'M IRRATIONAL, BECAUSE THAT IS SOMETHING YOU WOULD DO!"

"That's something I would have done. You're not even giving me a chance."

"You don't DESERVE a chance! I can't do this anymore…I need fresh air. If he tries anything, scream. The window is open." The blonde teen stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him as hard as he possibly could.

Isis ran a hand through her hair, trying to ignore the throbbing headache and think of a way to settle this.

"Maybe you should just kill me." Rishid and Isis both looked at Yami Malik, who rose and crossed his arms. "I don't belong here—I never did. I was foolish to think that any of you would ever give me a second chance after the things I've done. Especially you, Isis." He took a step towards her. "I must have hurt you the most."

"I-" He cut her off.

"You don't need to say it. I'm unwelcome. I'm just a 'problem', as you told the Japanese pipsqueak. I know you can't trust me out there or in here, so just…take me to prison. I'll spend my days locked away and you won't need to worry."

"YOU." She replied, raising her voice slightly. "I'm trying to give you a chance. But don't you dare interrupt me again."

His eyes widened and he looked away. "Sorry."

She swallowed and grabbed his arm. Where did all this courage come from, she wondered. "I don't trust you. How can I trust you, after everything you've done? But if you have truly changed, you can start again—at least with me. We're going to Japan. All four of us." She looked at Rishid, who simply nodded and looked away. "I can get us there quietly, but…once we're on the plane you must consent to being bound so that we can ensure a safe trip. That's the condition."

He couldn't help himself. He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his, grinning widely. "Why, Isis, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing. You may tie me up any time you like," he purred.

Rishid scowled and was about to interject when Isis reacted.

She quickly let go of his arm, her cheeks turning darker and darker shades of pink, and pulled away. "Y-you! Never speak to me in that manner again! Be ready to leave tomorrow." She noticed her young brother in the doorway and praised Ra that she was able to leave, quickly exiting the room and storming past Malik.

Not one of the three Ishtars slept that night.