¤A mysterious place shows itself to Anzu. A young woman is seen by Jonouchi in his mind. A warning. A little girl who can be heard crying in the depths of the night. And a stranger, someone who wants her brother to suffer greatly....¤

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS MANGA/ANIME GOD KNOWS I WISH I DID. ANYWAY.... NUFF SAID.

rated for: blood, violence, umm... swearing.....(Honda calls Jonouchi a bitch... probably the worst word in the fic.....)

also.... when you see three asterisks (***) after a description of ryou, it means that if you want to know why he's there, read my other fic Never Gone. anzu's mom's name, Come, is pronounced like this: KOE-may. if i spelled it wrong please tell me.

I'm Still Dreaming

Chapter One

The screams. The yells. Flames were eating up the fields, and workers hurriedly tried to conceal them. Warriors were listening to their captain's orders, trying to find out what was going on. People were injured and dying all around.

The city was falling apart. A young man, hardly older then a boy, was laying on his side in front of the Ark of Osiris. Blood oozed from his shoulder and forehead as he lay there, already dead. Another young man probably only a few years older was standing atop a fallen pillar, looking for him.

No one was there for him. As it seems, his entire family was dead. This grand city, where he had ruled for the past three years, was still together, however. They were just adjusting to the thought that their Pharaoh had suddenly died.

Yet, there seemed to be someone. As a young war general, the one who had been searching for his friend earlier, noticed his fallen friend down below him, he also noticed someone else.

A young maiden, probably no older then fourteen, came running out of the temple. She knelt down next to him, and put her hand on his shoulder. She flipped him onto his back, and carefully, using the long, indigo shawl wrapped around her shoulders, wiped the blood that was flowing down his face. She ran a finger lightly down the pattern of his face, stopping at his chin. She bent down, and, pushing her long, deep brown hair behind her shoulder, kissed his forehead lightly.

"Oh my God," the general murmured, as he watched this girl. "How.....?" The young girl was only an apparition, a spirit. She was a shadow next to the great Pharaoh. However, she treated him as if he never did anything he had done to her. His bloody arm was outstretched beside him, and she lay down next to him, using his arm as a pillow.

She wanted to be close to him. Even two years after her own death, she still wished to be with him. Even though she was near his body, she had never been farther from his soul.

Jono blinked, and nearly fell from his perch. He was so stunned at what he was seeing, he nearly pitched himself forward. He wiped blood away from his eye without thinking. This great war was finally over, he decided. And even though he felt a pang in his heart for his friend, he still marveled over the apparition of the young Queen who lay next to him. He smiled.

"The fires are out, sir," someone reported to the general. Jono turned around.

"Get any of the surviving priests," he ordered.

"But sir-"

"The only priest left is Seto sir-" Jono frowned. He never liked Seto much.

"I don't care, just do it!" he snapped. He turned back, and was stunned to see that both the Pharaoh and the Queen were gone. §

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Anzu awoke with a start. She sat up slowly in her dark room, holding her head.

"Ow," she murmured. In her sleep, she had banged her head on her headboard.

"That hurt a lot," she said to no one. She turned to her window, and noticed the gentle snowflakes falling before the street lamp across the street.

"Oooh," she whispered, and hopped out of her bed. She walked over to the window, and pushed the frail curtain aside. The entire street, along with all the other houses on it, were covered in snow. It wasn't heavy, though; she guessed it had just started, so it looked like icing on a cake.

"I'd better get this shot for Bakura," Anzu said, running across the room. Stubbing her toe on her dresser, she opened a drawer on her desk, and pulled out a digital camera. She carefully chose a spot for her photo, she took the shot, and watched the scene light up her computer screen. She minimized it, and saved it to a file labeled "draw RB". She titled it: 3am in Domino.

"There," she said, contented with herself. "That oughta keep him happy." She sent the picture through email over a mile away, to his laptop at the hospital. She stood up, and jumped back onto her bed. However, now that she was fully awake, she couldn't fall asleep.

"Dammit," she murmured, leaning against her headboard. She opened her eyes, and stared out the window.

Every year, around this time, she felt really strangely. Like she missed someone greatly, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Also, when she was much younger, this was the time of year she first started liking Muto Yugi. She'd had this strange, uncanny attraction to him that she couldn't explain. And this strong feeling only lasted a little while. After a couple of days, it went away. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something important.... No, special had happened, but she wasn't quite sure what....

She put her hand over her heart, and closed her eyes. Her heart seemed to beat much faster right now then normally. And there was a growing feeling inside her heart, one that, at first, she couldn't quite place. It was also deep in her soul, in a part that just hides in a corner, waiting to be found. Then, Anzu realized what it was. She missed someone greatly. So greatly, though, that it hurt. Also, she felt a pang of homesickness, even though this city was the only home she'd really ever had.

"Why do I feel this," she said, not really asking the question but stating it, as if it had no definite answer that she wanted to hear. She was starting to feel drowsy again, and started drifting off. She was nearly asleep, when something flashed in the back of her mind; it was a large, large room, a huge room, built with aging bricks. This room was so huge, that it was large enough to probably fit the entire city into it. This room was oddly familiar to her....

Oh! She thought suddenly. I know where this is! Since her conscious mind had this sudden thought, she was wakened quite abruptly - again. Sighing angrily, she punched her comforter.

"Why does that always happen?" she said out loud. No answer came to her. She struggled to remember where she had seen that room before...

"Oh!" she cried. "That's Yugi's soul room!" She clapped her hands together happily. "Now, what was that about that strange door....?" §

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"So, you saw his soul room?" Muto Yugi asked the next day.

"Yes! I'm so sure of it hurts!" she exclaimed. She moved her dance bag to her left shoulder, and zipped her jacket all the way up. Last night's snowfall left all of Domino - and Tokyo, where she was currently, covered in a light mist. Anzu's dance studio was in Tokyo, and Yugi happened to be at his mother's apartment that day, so they met up to walk back to Domino.

"I hope the train is on time today," Anzu said, checking her watch. "I don't feel like standing out here in the cold in a skirt, mind you. It's freezing!"

"That's what you get in January," Yugi said, looking up at the sky. "Every four or so years it seems to snow early into January. It's strange, but..... Oh well. I don't get the weather here, anyway...." He kicked at a snowdrift absentmindedly. He walked along silently, wondering why Anzu had dreamed about mou hitori no boku's soul room. His overnight bag was in his hand, and he was so into his thoughts, that he dropped it.

Anzu stopped.

"Yugi....?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Yugi looked down to see his bag at his feet.

"My mom was right," he said, laughing as he bent down to pick it up. "I am losing it." The boy had spent the weekend at his mother's apartment. (Pre-Seniors got Saturdays and Sundays off instead of just Sundays.) He had missed school today, though.

Anzu wasn't sure what to tell him about the door she saw.

It would just alarm him, she decided. But still...

"Ummm.... Yugi?" Anzu said warily. Yugi was fighting with the shoulder strap of his bag.

"Hmmm?"

"There's something I didn't tell you about Yugi's room...." Yugi, slightly alarmed and slightly surprised, looked up.

"What didn't you tell me, Anzu?"

"Well, I saw a strange pattern on one of the doors... It had this ancient-looking flower painted on it...."

"Really?" Yugi said, surprised. He shrugged. "I dunno what to say, Anzu. I truthfully don't remember seeing this room."

"Please," Anzu said, "Just ask Yugi about it. Would you, please?"

"I'll do it. I'll ask mou hitori no boku if he knows about this door." (a.n. in my fics the Pharaoh is still hanging around. This fic is about why.)

"Thank you so much Yugi!" Anzu said, relieved. She saw the train station ahead. "We'd better hurry up!" §

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yes that is it. My wonderful first chappie. Please review!