Nothing except the OC's is mine!

Oyo, peeps! You may be wondering why I don't update much anymore, well it's like this: My school life has been pretty much draining all my other ones, and everything else has just wilted. My dueling has even resulted in a slump, and don't get me started on how it has been affecting my drawing skills. And because of that, I cannot even write a good duel. And if I cannot write a duel, the story would better go on hiatus than have a crappy duel. That is how I am, and you cannot change that.

This story might be a little easy, since all of the chapters are inspired by songs that I hear everyday.

"Don't get lost…stay on track…"

The air hung dreadfully, the clouds wafting a rather toxic fume over the reddened sky. The land was barren; the ground under his feet cracked from lack of water, the distance gave no view of anything other than sand plumes.

Yet, in all this, he didn't care.

"Win or lose I've got your back!"

All he did was look at his own bloodied hand, and then closed it into a fist as his plum purple eyes were locked in rage into the distance. He ran his other hand through his bloodstained red-tipped pitch black hair and cocked his head back, tossing golden bangs away from his face.

"State your name…roger that, leave a message don't self-destruct…"

He looked over his shoulder to survey his surroundings. His eyes scanned the view behind him, watching as his fallen comrades climbed steadily back to their feet.

"Set us free…"

Nearest him, one pushed against the ground and steadily stood up, one hand grazing his chocolate bangs and spitting out the blood in his mouth in one swift motion.

"Let me be…"

Another leaned against a rock, wiping away the dust from his amber brown eyes as matted blonde hair hung over them.

"Set me free…"

The last of them propped himself into a sitting position, deep chocolate eyes wandering over to a large cut on his left arm, then his head snapped to the first, silvery white hair bouncing in the desert wind.

"Let us be…"

The first turned around to his comrades, and let out a deep sigh. Then, he made a beckoning motion with his hand and the four of them trudged on, towards an unseen goal.

"No one can stop us now,
No matter where or how,
I'll make a change…
This is my time…

That's where I'm going,
To the top
The cream of the crop
Yeah, Yeah!

I'm gonna be,
All I can be,
Set me apart…"

…as you read this, you might have guessed who they are…

…let me tell you now…They aren't who you think.

Yuugi Mutou sat up on his bed, panting a little. He looked out his window to see the morning rays of the sun just inching into his window; the birds on the windowsill still have their beaks under their wings, and the light snoring that his grandfather made was still ringing around the house.

He sat up and got out of his bed and looked longingly toward his nightstand. He gazed upon a spot on the corner. Like something was supposed to be there…but isn't.

He let out a sigh and got dressed.

'What was that dream I had…?' He asked himself. 'It was so real, all that blood…Who were they? They looked like us…'

He shook his head. "Nah, it couldn't be…" He said to himself with a smile. "All that should be over now…"

"Hey guys…"

As Yuugi entered the classroom, the hushed whispering began. Everyone was almost positive that it was impossible for the Yuugi Mutou to have a frown, or anything remotely related to that. Yet now, he was giving off more negative vibes than the leather-clad, pitch black emos that were frequently seen in the alleyways of Domino.

Jonouchi chose this chance to walk up to his (ahem) vertically challenged friend. "Yuugi…if this is about…" He stopped mid-sentence when Yuugi looked up at him with sad amethyst eyes.

"Right…we all miss him, but you don't have to go all emo on us."

Yuugi took his seat as his other classmates stopped whispering and continued with their other activities.

"It's just hard to think of something joyful when one of your closest friends is gone…"

Ryou patted him on the shoulder, a faint grin on his face. In contrast, If Yuugi was feeling depressed in the aftermath of their great adventure, Ryou would be downright ecstatic.

"Cheer up…he wouldn't want you to feel sad after all he's done right?"

Yuugi grinned. "Well, he wouldn't want you to feel happy after all he's done."

Ryou shrugged and smiled wider. "That's true."

Yuugi took out his books and started to hum a tune while doing so. Upon hearing the tune, both Ryou and Jonouchi started to ask the same question.

"Where'd you hear that tune…?"

Yuugi looked up at the two of them. "Would you believe me if I answered: 'In my dream last night'?"

They both nodded. "That's were we heard it too."

Just then, a crumpled paper ball landed on Yuugi's table. Bewildered, he began to unwrap the paper to reveal something scribbled into the top-left corner in a neat Kanji script.

I thought this 'Magic' crap was supposed to be over with when you sent him back.

They looked to the corner of the classroom and saw Seto looking directly at them. When Ryou shifted his stance, the brunet shook his head.

Yuugi nodded and wrote down his (and Ryou's and Jonouchi's) replies on the paper and tossed it to him.

You too?

I didn't know you even slept!

Do you know where that song came from?

They waited for him to send it back…which merely took a few seconds.

It seems the adventure isn't going to be over for a long time. Those four seem to be linked with what went on the last few months, and are the key to ending this ridiculous escapade. I don't seem to recall ever hearing that song anywhere, and it seems to be a message. We shall discuss this further at lunch, meet me at the back of the school and do not tell anyone.

P.S: Jonouchi, all human beings sleep, no matter whom they may be, so shut up.

Jonouchi poked his head around the corner and scouted around. "Coast is clear, gang."

Ryou and Yuugi shook their heads. "No need to treat this like Mission Impossible, Jou…" Yuugi commented, scratching his cheek.

"Wouldn't be surprised the theme music was playing." Ryou joked.

"Get over here already, you look even stupider than Jonouchi!" A deep, stern voice commanded from under a tree.

They quickly moved toward the shaded branches of the tree and saw Seto leaning against its trunk nonchalantly.

"Well, Yuugi…explain it." Seto half-ordered, sending a light glare in his direction.

"I don't know how…first time that happened to me." Yuugi sat down in between two large roots and looked up at the branches of the tree, watching the leaves sway merrily in the breeze.

Ryou leaned against the trunk and placed his hands in his pockets. "Those four boys might be from later on in Atemu's past…they did look rather young."

"Nah…" Jou remained standing, and started to pace. "They were wearing a lot of modern-day clothes for that. Maybe they're from the other side of the world or something."

"For once, the bonkotsu is right." Seto said airily, brow furrowed. "The problem is the timing is off…I noticed some rather odd things on their clothes."

"Like what?"

"Like for the fact that one of their outfits, looks almost exactly like mine…with the exception of the monogram on the collar."

He took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and showed it to the person closest to him, who was Ryou. "I drew it down before I forgot."

Ryou tilted his head and studied the paper. "It looks like a letter N on its side…"

He handed the paper to Yuugi.

Drawn on the paper, were two letters, written with only lines. One indeed looked like an N tilted to the right, and the other could be mistaken for either a check mark or a letter C. But Yuugi saw something different.

"A letter S and a letter K…" He mumbled.

Jonouchi took a peek at the letter and plucked it out of Yuugi's hands, bewildered. "I don't see a K here…"

"Here, let me show you…" Ryou peeked over his shoulder as Yuugi traced it. "If you look at it closely…the letter N here is actually an S…and, if you connect the line here, with the check here…you get a K."

"Look, this is getting nowhere…"

The three looked up to see Seto walk away. "Tomorrow's a Saturday, so try to find out why then. Afterwards, try to tell me over the email or phone. I still have a reputation to uphold."

As he left, Yuugi shook his head. "Still the same after all this…"

That night, Yuugi was sitting down on the foot of his bed, staring at the corner of the nightstand, where he used to keep the Millennium Puzzle.

"I just can't get used to it…"

He let out a sigh and crawled into bed, fluffing his pillow before resting his head on it.

An extremely large ballroom, crowded with people as far as the eye could see, men in expensive suits and women in extravagant gowns left and right, chatting animatedly and laughing unconvincing high-pitched giggles.

Yuugi was in the middle of it all, looking around with a confused expression on his face.

'Where am I?' He thought to himself.

Then, through a gap in the crowd, he saw something.

Squeezing his way through the crowd, he finally broke free, and there he saw.

A young boy, no older than ten, with swept back red-tipped black hair and deep purple eyes, sitting meekly on a char in the corner of the room, was watching the crowd dance. He kept fingering the collar of his buttoned-up polo, apparently uncomfortable.

Bored, he got out of the seat and snuck out of the room, hands in his pockets.

Yuugi followed him out of the ballroom, down a hall, and up the staircase. There, he kept a distance as the boy walked on, not caring where he was going.

All of a sudden, as he turned a corner, a low 'thud' sounded as he collided head on with someone.

"Ow…" the boy mumbled, gingerly rubbing his head.

He looked up to see who he bumped into. Another boy, at least the same age as him, with brown hair and a very bad case of bed head, wearing a blue turtleneck sweater with the same symbol that Seto showed them embroidered on the right side of the sweater.

Before he could say anything, two people, coming from opposite sides, came running up to them.

On the left was a blond boy, roughly eleven, whose hair cascaded over one side of his face, his amber-colored left eye just barely visible. On the right was another boy, the same age as the blond, with finely combed silver-gray hair the parted on the right side of his head and was swept across his face. Before they saw it, they both tripped and stumbled, falling on top of the first two, creating a dog pile at the top of the stairs.

"Get off!" Said the black-haired boy at the bottom of the pile angrily.

The other three clambered to untangle themselves from the pile and stand up.

"Sorry about that…" Apologized the blonde, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, same here…"Said the other, running a hand though his hair again.

Then, 4 gruff voices rang out from the stairwell.

"Riku!"

"Kabuto!"

"Sanryo!"

"Yuuhi!"

The four boys looked at the stairwell and, in unison, proclaimed the same thing. "Uh oh…busted…"

They looked to each other, and laughed.

Hope you like the new story! Again, I'm sorry I can't update any of my old stories and instead am thinking up new stories, but I hope you enjoy them all the same. But either way, I have some notes:

First, the bolded words at the first part of the chapter ARE lyrics, but they are not copyrighted to any of the bands/singers you know.

Second, I challenge you readers to guess which of the four boys have which names.

That's all and c'ya next time!