Own neither Yugioh nor Harry Potter. Wish I did, though…

Got bored of playing Freecell, decided to update again. Two in one night, I'm on a roll. Or maybe a cracker. X3

So, yeah… Poor Georgie, spending all his time researching… maybe his last name should be Granger… And yes, that was Yugi-kun's Millennium Puzzle, for those who didn't get it. 3

Sorry, but I suck at writing stuff like the above. I usually end up rambling, so I'm just gonna start the fic back up.

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"Mum, I'm going to Japan." George said, eyes never leaving his mother's face.

Molly shook her head slowly, as if in disbelief. "J-J-Japan, Georgie? But… the joke shop… you can't just leave… why Japan? You don't even know Japanese…"

George clenched the paper in his fist even tighter. "The shop'll be fine. And I know Hermione has a language charm somewhere."

"But WHY are you going in the first place?" Molly knew the answer, deep inside, but that couldn't be the reason, no, of course not. Silly thing to think. But George didn't answer, and looked at the ground. "No… You're still trying to bring him back? You are, aren't you? George, it's impossible."

"No!" George's eyes filled with tears. "No. It's not impossible. There's a way, Mum, there has to be." There had to be, or Fred wouldn't have gone. He wouldn't have left George alone with no way to be with him.

Molly gripped the chair. The world had gone out of balance… "No spell can reawaken the dead, Georgie."

"Maybe not wizard magic, but that's not all there is! There's more than that, and I think I've found something…" There was a plea in George's voice, a near whimper that made his mother's heart break. "It's not impossible…"

"He's dead, George! I know it's painful, and I know you don't want it to be true, but he's dead! I want him back too, but you can't do it; he's gone and he's not coming back. Fred wouldn't want you to grieve your whole life…" She couldn't lose George too…

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" George roared, eyes filled again with that same fire. "He promised me, Mum, he promised. He said he'd never leave me, he didn't want to go, a wall fell on him, he had no choice!" Tears falling fast now. "He's my twin, Mum, he's part of me, and if there's even the slightest hope that I can save him, then I will! I have to, I have to, I… I…."

George sank to his knees, sobbing. There was a way, wasn't there? Fred wouldn't have gone away, wouldn't have left him like this otherwise. Now it was just like Hide-and-Seek, just a game… George just had to find him.

A pair of arms wrapped around George, warm and inviting, a faint scent of cinnamon about them. His mother's arms. Her voice, soft and kind. "Go then. He means that much to you, so go. I… if anyone can do it, Georgie, it'll be you. So go. Go and find him. Bring him home." George nodded against her cheek, tears still flowing, mixing with hers.

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The flight from London to Domino was uneventful. George had used some of the savings from his, no, their shop to buy the ticket. He'd packed his few important belongings, clothes, and both his and Fred's wands. He'd said goodbye to his parents, siblings, friends. And he had left.

None of them really understood. None of them were a twin, none of them had half of their soul belong to someone else. And hadn't he and Fred always been so much closer than even than regular twins? Normal twins didn't read each other's thoughts, didn't spend every moment together, didn't share dreams.

George slept on the plane. He had been so tired lately, but he hadn't allowed himself to rest, not until he had found something. And now that he had something to cling to, a shred of hope, George slept.

In Domino City, however, sleep is not found often, especially not for bearers of Millennium Items. The darkness calls to them, pulls and tugs at their blood. Shadows are restless, and so too are those with the power to control them.

In a dark room at a nightclub, the thumping of techno music loud from down the hallway, two of these bearers met. One lay sprawling on a couch, constantly spinning a long golden stick in both hands, blond hair falling into lavender eyes, which watched the movements of the other, who paced back and forth, moonlight glinting off of bone white hair.

"You know, your legs are going to get tired if you keep walking like that." The man on the couch propped his head on a hand and grinned.

His counterpart snorted and turned. "Not that you would really know, lazy fool."

"What's got you so worked up, anyways? You're supposed to be relaxed, idiot."

"And you're supposed to be locked away, Mariku." The blond's name rolled off his tongue like an insult. "Or have you forgotten?"

Mariku laughed, an oddly musical sound. "Oh no, I remember. And I also recall that it was you who helped Malik convince the Pharaoh to let me return. So, technically, it's your fault." The other man didn't grace that with a reply. Mariku stretched and ran a tanned hand through his hair. "What has you so worried, anyways? It isn't like you to be this thoughtful and moody."

"Oh yes, because you've always been the thoughtful one." The man gripped the pendant around his neck and scowled. "A lot of things have been going wrong lately. Ryou's still been having those same nightmares, and-"

Mariku raised an eyebrow. "The one about the castle?"

"Yes… he's been having it almost every night… Ryou's always been a bit on the psychic side. I'd ask your sister, but Malik said that the Necklace hasn't worked very well for her recently. And she hasn't been helping matters much either…"

"Who, Ishizu?"

"No."

The blond knew better than to inquire further. It was hard enough getting the silver-haired teen to talk to him about his problems at all. Hell, it was hard getting him to admit that he HAD problems. "Alright, fine. Keep your secrets then. But… Bakura?"

The other man paused, one hand on the doorknob. "Yes, Mariku?"

"Whatever you're getting yourself into, make sure it's something you can get out of."

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Yeah, a bit of OOC-ness on Mariku's (Yami Malik for those not paying attention) part, but he's more fun to write when he's mellowed out a bit. Don't worry though, psycho Mariku will most definitely be making an appearance…

All right, that's it for now! R&R, kthxbai. 3