Thanks to all who've read what I have so far. The story is a work in progress, so please me patient with me about up and coming chapters. The general story is that Yami and Yugi find a lost soul in the Millennium Puzzle, and she looks just like them. Days later, Yami finds the spell that will give him and the woman bodies, but unfortunately, also gives Bakura and Malik bodies as well.

Well, the plot is huge, and the story will be too, when I get into it, and if I told it all now, there'd be no surprises later on.

I'm using mostly Japanese names, for ease.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

Chapter One

The air around the Millennium Puzzle almost crackled with power and magic. Yugi Motou, as absorbed in homework as he was, didn't notice the purple fog that was starting to swirl around the golden triangle. With a whip-like crack, a transparent figure materialized above Yugi's bed, coat ruffled slightly by an unseen wind.

"Yugi. "

The boy didn't hear the harsh whisper from behind him.

"Yugi!"

Again, nothing.

"YUGI!"

Yugi lifted his head from his work with a smile.

"Sorry, Spirit. This work has to be done tomorrow. I guess I zoned out a bit, huh?" Yami nodded, but no smile appeared on his ghostly face this time.

"I need your help, Partner. There is a disturbance in the Puzzle; I feel as though something is watching me, or that I am not alone". Yami intoned seriously.

"Something's wrong? With the Puzzle? Of course I'll help!" Yugi almost shouted. Yami hopped down from where he hovered above Yugi's bed and touched the Puzzle, grabbing Yugi's hand at the same time with cold fingers. The world seemed to bend before turning black. Yugi closed his eyes from the nauseating view.

Only a blink later, the two landed a little haphazardly in the Puzzle. Yami stood up first, brushing floor dust from his blue coat. Yugi rubbed his hip gently where he'd landed, and then joined Yami standing.

"I feel it too!" He gasped, gazing into Yami's red eyes, surprised. "What will we be looking for?" He asked a little more calmly.

Yami shook his head. "I really don't know. Anything, I suppose, that could hint as to what we're up against."

"Could it be Malik?" Yugi asked, a little panicked. Yami shook his head a second time.

"I don't think so, Partner. It would be hard for him to enter here. Not Bakura's dark half either. We may just be dealing with a wayward vibration, or Death itself."

A swirl of colours. Her eyes opened slowly, taking in the empty room.

The woman sat up, startled. She didn't recognize this place...or did she? It seemed so familiar, yet foggy, like looking for a hair in food.

Voices.

She could hear someone talking. Very close. She got up and walked to the nearest wall, straining to hear what they were saying. She recoiled slightly from the cold metal of the wall.

"Is there any place you haven't searched yet?"

"I don't think so. I was very thorough."

"Should we split up?"

"No. We don't know if whatever's hiding here is waiting for us to do that."

"Right."

The voices were faint to her ears, but she could hear every word. She placed a pale hand on the wall, and created a small hole with her mind. She was surprised, and then again, not surprised. Everything was so confusing.

The tiny hole opened into another room that was almost the same as the one she was in now.

Speaking of the same....

The two young men in the next room were identical. One seemed a bit taller, maybe standing a bit straighter. The smaller one felt shy, and had huge eyes. Strangely enough, one had red eyes, and the other, purple. She gasped suddenly and closed the hole. She'd been seen by the smaller one, she was sure of it.

"Hey, Spirit, I think I saw something over here. Like a hole or something."

"Let me see. There aren't any holes in here that I don't know of."

The woman took a step back, gathering herself. The men's boots clicked against the floor, getting louder and louder until the steps sounded like drums to her ears.

"There's a door here!"

"Of course. I need to get from one room to another, Yugi." One chuckled, and the door started to open slowly. She swallowed, otherwise frozen with fear. Two pairs of bright eyes were suddenly upon her, wider than she had ever seen eyes go. The small one just stood there, while the other backed up a few steps in alarm. She waved tentatively, but this only seemed to scare them more. The small one reared up on one leg with a shrill 'yeeeee!', and the other just looked blank, one thin black eyebrow raised.

"You..." the little one pointed at her, "You look just like us!"

She stared at the small person in front of her.

"I most certainly do not! My hair isn't anything like you...your..." she reached a hand up to her head. It wasn't long and loosely braided. It was short, spiked, and heavily gelled. She pulled a lock down in front of her face in horror. It wasn't black. It was yellow blonde.

"What the hell's going on here?! Where am I? What's happening?" She tried to take a deep breath, but it didn't come for a while. The little one put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"My name is Yugi Motou, and that's-"She cut him off with a wave of her hand. She looked around the boy to Yami, who still looked to be in a state of shock.

"Atem? What're you doing here?"

The man started spluttering, mumbling to himself. He looked into her eyes with the strangest look on his face.

"Atem?" He whispered, and fainted, slumping to the floor like a marionette that had lost its strings.

"Spirit!" Yugi cried, and sprang to his friend's side. After making sure Yami was still breathing, he rose and turned to the woman.

"Who are you?" He asked. She opened her mouth as if to say, then screamed. It was a strangled cry not unlike someone drowning.

"I don't remember! I don't...nothing! My name...family....who am I?!" She began to sob, and sunk to her knees.

Yugi sat down next to her. He tried to keep his voice calm and even, though he felt scared.

"Like I said, my name is Yugi. What's all this about Spirit's name being Atem? Why did he faint?"

She took another rasping breath and tried to answer.

"Its like my memories are dreams. I remember a game, sudden sorrow, and then I was here. The name just seemed to pop out; I don't really know why I said it now."

"Maybe it will help if I tell you...oh! Spirits awake!" Yugi walked over to the groaning Yami, and slapped his face lightly.

"We need to go back to the real world now, Spirit." He paused. "She's just like you; she can't remember anything important besides a game and something sad. Maybe you can help her out when we're back." Yami nodded, rubbing his head.

"Brace yourself." The woman was surprised at the maturity of the Spirit's voice.

"For what?" She asked, but no one answered.

The room seemed to bend, just before everything went black. She landed on something soft, but kept her eyes closed tightly.

"You can look now." The strong voice told her. She opened one eyes slowly, then the other.

She was floating, and Spirit was transparent. She almost screamed again when she saw she too was see-through, but Yami clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Let me explain everything before you freak out again. Over here." He gestured toward the floor; more to the point, a thick rug in the middle of the room. She floated down a little clumsily, but levitating seemed to come naturally.

Yugi spoke a few whispered words to Yami while she settled herself. Yugi then went to the table, setting to his homework as though nothing had happened.

For at least an hour he could hear the Spirit telling the woman everything he said she would need to know for starters, such as who they both were, and his theories as to who she might be.

He suddenly realized there hadn't been any voices coming to his ears for a while. He put his pen down and looked behind him. The woman looked back, obviously bored.

"He fell asleep about 15 minutes ago. I didn't want to disturb you." She explained.

Yugi nodded, then frowned.

"You called Spirit 'Atem', so I suppose I'll call him that now too, but we have to call you something. What do you want to have as a name until we can figure out who are?"

Yami suddenly turned over in his sleep and murmured,

"Amon."

The woman's eyes went wide.

"I remember that word from my memories! It means 'the hidden'."

"It seems to fit you well." They both smiled for the first time since meeting each other.

Yami muttered something else, and then his eyes snapped open.

"'Morning, sleepyhead." Yugi said teasingly. "You've gotta go back into the Puzzle soon, and take Amon here with you."

"Amon?" Yami asked, perplexed.

"You said it in your sleep, and she says it means 'the hidden', so that's what we're calling her. Your name's Atem now, evidently."

Yami looked like he was about to say something, then paused, dropping his head. He looked up a few moments later.

"I...its part of my lost memories, I'm sure. I suppose...you'll be able to call me that now." He smiled a bit. "'Spirit' was getting a bit repetitive." Yami looked at Amon curiously, and then sat up, just having realized he was still lying down.

"Come on then, Amon." He put a bit more emphasis on her new name than was needed, but she didn't seem to notice. "Let's go back."

She nodded, a little nervous about going back into the Puzzle. And about being in a piece of jewelry with only a mysterious man who seemed to be her twin. This made a funny image in her head and she would have laughed if she hadn't been so confused about everything.

Yami grabbed her hand, startling her out of her reverie. She watched, then winced as he reached over and touched the Puzzle. The room bent, and the last thing she saw before blacking out was Yugi Motou waving a goodbye to his partner and new friend.

Amon awoke several hours later, though she had no sense of time in the endless tunnels of the Puzzle. She felt a strange weight on her back, and looked to see a dark blue coat laid over her shoulders. Her eyes moved to the other side of the room where Atem was again asleep, leaning against the wall. Her eyes took in every curve of his slender arms, the huge eyes now closed under their lids, and his delicate face.

Do I look exactly like this now? She wondered in her mind. She sat up slowly, as to not awaken Yami. She folded the jacket, and laid it a couple of feet away. She looked down at herself for the first time that day, startled to see black leather pants that attached to flat bottomed boots of the same material, a black cotton shirt with a high neck and large arm holes, and a golden 3D triangle on a silvery chain. On her left wrist there a black bracelet with gold piping and dots in the black. It too seemed to be leather. She stood up, and in doing so noticed the two heavy, studded belts; one at her waist to hold up the pants, and another that hung at her slender hips, seemingly for decoration. She felt her neck on an impulse; there was another small belt there as a necklace. She vaguely noticed a silver ring on her left hand, middle finger.

I wonder if there's a mirror in here somewhere. I'd sure like to see if I am as identical to those two as they say. She thought curiously. She looked over at Atem again, and jumped a little to see he was wide awake and staring at her. When he noticed she saw this, he cleared his throat softly and looked down.

"Here's your coat back. Thanks." She said, walking over. He took it from her gratefully and slipped it on, rising to his feet.

"Thank you, as well." He adjusted his many belts that seemed to have been tousled in his sleep, still not meeting her eyes.

"Is there, uh..." He looked up then. She swallowed. "Is there a mirror somewhere?"

"Think about a mirror. It'll appear." Yami replied. She raised an eyebrow, then closed her eyes. She concentrated hard on the mirror she'd seen in Yugi's room, opening her eyes to a large round mirror hanging in the air before her.

Her reflection astonished her, even though she'd sort of known what to expect. She wasn't perfectly identical to Yami and Yugi, but the differences were there. Her eyes were a little wider than Yami's, but still slanted, giving her a constant 'bite me' look. She had fuller lips than she'd expected. Where Yami had straight blonde spikes that soared upwards in his hair; she also had, but they stuck out at stranger angles than her companion's. The rest of her, save her chest, was the same. She looked over at Yami with a question written on her face, and he answered it without her having to ask.

"I don't know why you look so similar to us. No idea." The young man turned away, walking through a door, his footsteps slowly receding until Amon couldn't hear anything but her quick breaths. The mirror vanished as she sank to the floor, tears spilling over her lids and down her cheeks. She was too tired to brush them off, and just lay there, hoping Yami didn't hear her coughing sobs.