The man stepped quickly through the torrent of rain hammering down on his shoulders and the hood of his cloak. Water from the growing puddles splashed away from him and up onto his jeans as he strode. He was clutching a grocery bag to his chest with American writing on it, hard to read as it shimmered and rustled, but it didn't matter what his bag said, what laid inside of it was of the most importance.

He stopped in front of a building, lifting his head so that he could read the 'Game Shop' sign. The rain ran in tiny rivers off the drenched hood. This was it. His white-grey eyes shimmered, then he reached and knocked on the door.

A man with blond bangs, red and black hair, answered the door dressed in black and leather.

"Can I help you?" He was tall, and for a moment the stranger paused, recognition passing over his features, but then he stumbled forward and fell into the arms of the man.

"Ah-Hey!" the man, shorter than he, tried to balance as he pulled him inside out of the rain, "Grandpa!"

"What's this?!" His grandpa grabbed hold of the man and pulled him in, "Yugi, help me get him to the living room, then grab some towels."

"Right!" They pulled him onto the couch and he ran for the towels.

Grandpa worked off the man's shoes, tossing the John Varvatos to the floor. He pulled the bag out of his hands and worked off his hood. Electric blue hair fell free, some strands soaked to his head, others pulled back in a messy bun. His bangs were jagged like Yugi's, hair choppy. Grandpa paused only a moment at their resemblance, then stood, "Yugi, will you get him dry, I need to run to my room for a second."

"But Grandpa!" His grandpa disappeared without another word and he turned back slowly, shoulders sagging. His eyes moved over the wet V-neck, the leather jacket, the skin-tight pants, then gave another sigh and reached for him.

He jerked. His skin was icy to the touch. He needed to move quickly. Why had he been walking in the rain when it was fifteen degrees outside? He pulled at the jacket, which took the longest as it clung to the skin that was showing, then he grabbed at the sleeves of his shirt and managed to get it off. He gasped softy. The man's chest was fit, marbled except for a long scar on his forearm and a tattoo of…it was the…

He undressed him the rest of the way, ignoring every feature from then on. Why was the millennium puzzle tattooed on his chest? It was surrounded by rings of ancient Egyptian that he couldn't read.

"I found it!" His grandpa shouted, holding up a piece of newspaper.

Yugi jumped, throwing the blanket over the man in surprise, though he wasn't sure why he purposely covered up the puzzle.

"I thought that I remembered his face!" He held out the newspaper, the headlines of a music article.

American Rockstar Kaliber to Hit Stops in Japan on his Resurrection Tour!

The artist pictured on stage was the same man that was lying on their couch right now.

"But why is he here?"

"I don't know, Yugi. Let's wait and try to find out. There are probably people looking for him."

Yugi sat down and stared at the article while his Grandpa warmed up a rice bag and laid it over the blanket to help warm the man up and fussed over him. He'd become a huge hit in America, his style resembling JRock, so he naturally scheduled his new tour to hit a few places in Japan. But it still didn't make sense. Why would someone have the millennium puzzle tattooed on them, especially an American…after all of this time.

He brought his hand up to his face, his breath shaking. It hadn't been a very long time since he'd said goodbye to Atem, but it still hurt. As he had aged, he saw Atem every morning in the mirror. The first time he'd noticed it he'd sat down and cried. But all of that was over now, the Pharaoh would never return.

The bell rang at the door, but the there was a rustle of clothing and bickering.

"Why were we out running in the rain?!"

"This shouldn't be a surprise Joey-it was your idea!"

Yugi jumped up and ran out to the shop. Joey and Tristan stood shaking water off their heads.

"Hey, Yug! What's up?," Joey smiled at him from under his coat that was tented over him like an umbrella.

"Joey here thought it was a good idea to come over and watch the tournament without asking."

Yugi laughed, raising his hands, "It's okay, uh, but maybe a different time…we've…" He glanced over his shoulder into the living room.

"A different time?" Joey asked, louder than necessary, then looked at Tristan and they both grabbed him and before he could stop it and carried him into the living room.

"Whoa!" Tristan stopped; Yugi's bottom half to the ground.

So much for keeping it a secret. Yugi fought free of Joey's grip and sighed, "You okay, Tristan?"

"Uh, Why is Kaliber in your house, Yugi?" He blinked.

Joey took a second look, "A naked Kaliber…what happened, Yug?"

"He was-"

Tristan turned around and grabbed Yugi around the neck, "Wanted to keep him all to yourself huh?"

"What? No! Tristan!" Yugi pulled at his arm.

"Way to treat your old pals, man!"

Yugi slipped free and turned around, "Tristan!" he shouted, "Listen for a second!" He looked back and forth and him and Joey, "He just knocked on the door and passed out. We're trying to warm him up."

Joey blinked, "I wonder what happened," he stepped closer and looked him over, "Looks rough."

"Have you seen a mirror?"

"Shuddup, Tristan!" Joey help up his fist, but Tristan just laughed and sat down.

Yugi shook his head. This was going to end well. He turned and grabbed the remote and sat down, flipping it over to the end of the duel monsters tournament. They'd all skipped out on this one. It had been Tea's idea to take a break. Every time we join a tournament something bad happens. Even though he assured her that because the millennium items were gone it would be normal, she had refused to let them.

Grandpa came back into the room to check on Kaliber, but on and off he paused to watch the final duel with them. Kaiba was in the stadium, of course, having sponsored the entire thing as usual. Even he seemed to have skipped out on this one, probably because Yugi had.

Yugi's eyes fell to the grocery bag, "Grandpa what's this?"

Grandpa Motou looked over at the bag and shrugged, "He was carrying it with him."

Yugi reached for it and unwrapped it, but all that was inside was an envelope. He turned it over, but it was completely unmarked. Something fell free, cards, each marked with different names under Invitation to Duelists:

Joey Wheeler

Kaliber Wright

Miho Nosaka

Mokuba Kaiba

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Serenity Wheeler

Tea Gardner

Tristan Taylor

Yugi Muto