"Welcome to my school." A bald man stated as Yuugi was led through the door. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier. Now, as you're probably wondering what you're doing here, allow me to explain. The people of Manhattan have been reviewing your previous duals, so that the contestants have a good idea of your strategies, and therefore have a chance to beat you in the final round. However, someone discovered clips of various occurrences during the said duals, and other duals."

"Yes…"

"You know about the American outbreak of Mutants, correct?"

"Yes. It was in the Japanese papers sometime back."

"Anyways, the persons watching the recordings believed that the switching of you and your alternate personality, as well as the appearance of your inner eye upon your brow, is qualifying to the mutant status. The people within the contest were… extremely upset that you are disqualified, as you have been convicted of cheating in previous duals by the majority of your previous duals."

"Cheating? Not only is Yami more of a 'poker face' in the respect to the actual gaming stratagem, both of us are extremely oppositional to the whole 'mind-reading' version of cheating, even if we COULD do that!"

"You cannot read minds?"

"No." Yuugi suddenly realized he was speaking in clear English. Professor Xavier smiled.

"I apologize, but I was having trouble with your language, and took the liberty of planting the English language into your mind."

"?!" Yuugi felt Yami press against his consciousness, wanting to take control, and express his opinion of the intrusion, however Yuugi tamed him smoothly, calculating quickly. Professor Xavier watched, noting the struggle of the personalities, and the flash of ruby in Yuugi's amethyst eyes. He said sorry Yami. Don't hurt his mind.

But… he trespassed. He trespassed on the only place a man can hold a secret.

Yami, No crushing his mind. Or Shadow Games. Or ripping out his guts. He meant no harm.

This'll be your downfall, Aibou. However, I'll let it pass… this time, alright?

Next Bakura bothers us you can get drastic. I promise. Just don't hurt Ryou.

Of course… Yami laughed to himself. Yuugi noticed Professor Xavier watching with a critical eye. He hasn't intruded again, Aibou. I watch carefully around this man from now on.

"You seem to be more than one would seem." The professor stated finally.

"Er… sorry. I get distracted."

"It is alright. Though I would like to speak with this alternate you, he seems to have quite the presence despite the excellent guard he has placed around you."

"Er…" Yuugi blushed, slipping the puzzle from his neck. He felt Yami snort in distaste. Jean and Scott both started as Yami flashed into existence from the point where the puzzle hit his ethereal chest. Professor Xavier turned his gaze to the black rimmed ruby panes that now glared at him. He felt a million questions blossom on the tip of his tongue, especially since he couldn't just find the answers within the boys' minds. However, his ability to detect aura remained, and he sensed that Yami had a much older mind, and an extremely darker range of experiences from Yuugi's youthful and innocent aura. 'What an interesting child. Both black and white, separated into different entities.' Jean looked at him incredulously, having caught his thoughts.

/ Are we keeping them? /

\ Yes. Please prepare them a room.\ Professor Xavier smiled at Yami and Yuugi. "You defiantly are an interesting team."

"Of course." Yami looked hurt. "Aibou and I are connected mind and body. There is no way we couldn't be aibous." Yuugi smiled and shook his head at Yami's abrasiveness. Sometimes the 3000-year-old ex-pharaoh was a little gruff with people who otherwise meant no real harm.

"I didn't suggest otherwise." Professor Xavier stated, causing Yami's brows to shoot up, and a slight redness to leak onto his cheeks. "However, I'm detecting an imbalance between the two of you."

"I am Lord of the Shadow Realm, the master of the shadows. Yuugi is my light."

"However, the light has very limited access to his nature." Xavier finished. There was a loud click, and a motor started, allowing the professor to wheel around to their side of the desk. "Come, I would like to see what you both can do."

"Aibou?"

"Why are you asking, he asked nicely."

"Okay." The spiky-haired pair followed the wheelchair-bound professor closely. Scott followed behind them, as Jean had left several minutes earlier.

Suddenly a large, gruff, unkempt man smoking a cigar approached from an unseen hiding spot.

"Ah, Logan. Just in time. I have a pair of students I would like your help in assessing. Could you spare a moment?"

"Fine. The midgets behind you?" grumpily.

"Yes please."

"Fine." Neutral toned.

"And Scott will accompany you, for damage control."

"Fine." Logan grumbled.

"And please put out your cigar, I do believe I have expressed distaste for the habit within the school."

"Whatever." Logan took the offending article from his lips and put it out deftly in his palm. Yuugi winced for him. Yami, however, was still fuming over the midget comment and was ignoring most everything except Logan.


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