Again I remind you,

/mind to mind/

*Egyptian*

^Japanese^

&a change of perspective&

Okay, just to make this clear, Ryou, Kaiba (i daren't call him seto), Marik, and Yugi are all roughly the same age. I know in the actual story ryou is sixteen, and yuugi is like sixteen or fifteen, and Kaiba is like eighteen, but I've CHANGED all that. (because if I was rigidly sticking to the plot of the anime, Harry Potter would likely never be involved unless someone was throwing the book at someone else for a random spilt second...am I rambling, yes I am rambling)

Birthdays as I see them:

Ryou Bakura: September 2 (turning sixteen then)

Marik Ishtar: December 23 (turning sixteen then)

Seto Kaiba: October 25 (turning sixteen. ha, I made him YOUNGER THAN THE OTHER TWO. er...no Marik's still younger...never mind.)

Yuugi Motou: June 4, (just turned fifteen)

Mokuba Kaiba: July 7, (just turned eleven)


/Yami! If you'll stop having imaginary sex with Anzu you'll realize that he's asking for you!/ yelled Yugi through his mind link.

A vaguely transparent figure in shiny leather with many belts and buckles appeared in front of his doppleganner with tri-coloured hair.

/I'M NOT HAVING ANY SORT OF SEXUAL INTERACTION WITH HER!/ the former Pharaoh seethed.

/Oh,/ said Yugi, twinkling evilly, brandishing the telephone like a highly-dangerous weapon /so it's a HE, then?/
Yami's shape-shifting abilities seemed solely confined to tomatoes. He took over the body and answered the phone without another word.

Yugi was giggling so hard at Yami's expression that he couldn't hear what Marik was saying.

^What? Ryou? I see. We'll be right there.^ Yami hung up. Dark haunted eyes turned to him. /Ryou was leading some people through my...the tomb. He's been missing for eight hours../

/What?/ Yugi sat up in his soul room. /Who was he leading? Were they after the tablet? We need to find him right now!/

/Of course we're going to find him/ Yami was in front of him in their soul room, hugging him. Yuugi sank into the embrace. /Now, we need a speedy flight to Egypt willing to leave the moment we ask. Now where will we find that?/

The yami and hikaru locked eyes and grinned at each other.


^No!^ deadpanned Seto Kaiba, pointing a intimidating index finger. Really, only the CEO could make a index finger seem like a shiver-inducing menace. ^I don't care if Marik has a 'hunch' or you are worried, or even if weeping dandelions of doom are attacking imaginary rainbow ponies in the cheerful marshmallow woods of Lord Licorice. I am not taking you to Egypt on my Blue Eyes Jet for no good reason, Yugi Motou. Especially,^ he added, eyes gaining a sharp, dangerous, maniacal gleam, ^when I am preparing for an important conference!^

His fist connected briefly with the desk in front of him.

Yugi immediately took over. ^Ryou's been kidnapped and we need to get him back!^

The teenage billionaire leaned back in his wheelie chair (Author: wheelie chairs are AWESOME and villains would not be the same without them; wheelie chairs are what screw up their braincells and make them villains; don't believe me. Practice plotting on one. I know, I do it every day. *spins* Mwahahaha), steepled his fingers, and raised one stoic eyebrow. ^What proof do you have that he's been kidnapped? He probably decided to run away from the Ishtars,^ here his blue eyes flashed in the light as he turned away and began to type rapidly on his shiny silver laptop, ^Only Ma'at knows why he hasn't done it before!^

Yami froze. He took over and spoke cautiously. ^Did you just use an Egyptian deity in place of where normal people put 'god'?^ A grin of unadulterated glee seemed to be rippling across his face.

This time Seto Kaiba froze. Alas, Yami was not to hear what was probably an epic retort with a violence rate of 18+, because at that moment a blur of long-haired, eleven-year-old energy leapt into the room and yelled: ^Nii-samma! The teacher says-^ he paused, ^Yuugi? Yami?^ Then suddenly he jumped at Yami, hugging him with a affectionate death-grip.

There was a thumping noise, and Yami turned to see that the bag that had flown out of his hands had somehow managed to tackle Kaiba's face to the floor. It had split in the process, knocking several golden things upon the floor.

The CEO rose, lightning crackling in his eyes. A bruise was forming on his forehead. ^Yuugi Motou...^ he whispered in a low, dangerous voice. Quite suddenly a shadow of confusion passed his brow. His eyes narrowed. ^Why are there two of you?^
Mokuba stared. Yami stared. Spirit Yuugi burst into a fit of giggles.

^Stop laughing!^ snapped Kaiba, glaring at the transparent figure of Yuugi. He positioned himself at his sleek laptop and continued to type with extra gusto.

Mokuba and Yami looked at each other with gaping mouths. ^You mean to tell me,^ said Yami slowly, ^that you can see both of us?^ He grinned widely, ^So you see, we weren't lying...^

Kaiba's eyes did not stray from his screen. ^I was hit rather hard on the head,^ here his eyes grew colder and bluer still, ^and now I'm having hallucinations as an after effect.^

Mokuba's eyes were huge. ^You can see both of them! Unfair!^ his eyes darted to the floor and the split bag. ^Are those the items? Nii-sama, why do you have one in your hand.^

Kaiba glanced down, startled when he realized that he was, indeed, holding the golden item he had seen last in Yami Marik's hand. What's more, it was glowing. Then the glow faded and a strange tingle went up the CEO's arm.

A slow grin simultaneously crossed three faces. ^Well Kaiba,^ said Yami slyly. ^It really does look like you're the reincarnation of the High Priest. It appears that the Sennen Rod has chosen you. Congratulations.^

Mokuba expressed his feelings by doing a little fist pump in the air and indulging in a two second happy-dance (chanting something that sounded suspiciously like: shadow mage, ooh haha) , while a transparent Yuugi giggled unrestrained on the floor.

Kaiba watched them all with narrowed eyes. He looked determinedly away from Yuugi's transparent form that was now, in what he considered an act of utter childishness, making faces at him.

^So what are you here for anyway?^ asked Mokuba, coughing on his laughter, and turning from his older sibling's scowl. He was not anxious to anger his brother too much.

Yami and Yuugi became serious in an instant. ^Ryou's gone missing. We need to go to Egypt.^

Mokuba's eyes flashed. He spun around to his older brother, who, oddly enough, had still not dropped the Sennen Rod.

^Well what are we waiting for then? Come on Nii-sama.^

^My conference...^ said Kaiba, making the mistake of looking his brother in the eye.

^Can be re-scheduled,^ snapped Mokuba. ^We are going after Ryou now.^ He emphasized this with a jab of his finger in his older brother's chest.

^It isn't hard to see who wears the pants here,^ said Yami to Yuugi in a very audible stage whisper.

^Hn,^ said Seto Kaiba in the Pharaoh's direction. ^At least I didn't travel across Japan to buy him a specially-made chocolate panda bear swinging a hula-hoop because 'he was doing those teary-eyes'.^

Yuugi stared from Kaiba to Yami.

Yami blushed and mumbled incoherently about manipulative children with adorable eyes.

Mokuba bustled them crisply towards the Kaiba's private jet. It was now that his resemblance to his brother was most striking.

Within half-an-hour, they were taking off for Egypt.

Yami and Yuugi had a private discussion about the Sennen Rod and how it now appeared to be attached to Kaiba, but in the end they both agreed that he should keep it with him, at least for now.

Right now, Yugi and Yami were reclining in the plush seats of the jet and, via mind-link, were discussing the likelihood of this all being a prank set up by Marik. They discarded the idea. Marik had sounded as if he was upon breaking point, and he would not throw mention of the tomb in for a simple prank.

Seto Kaiba was silent; probing Mokuba with his eyes before speaking.

^So Mokuba,^ said Seto Kaiba, ^What did the teacher say?^

Yami blinked. Oh yes, when the boy had leapt into the room, he had mentioned something about the teacher.

^Oh,^ said the young Kaiba, ^nothing of importance.^

His elder brother arched an eyebrow.

Mokuba coughed and avoided his eyes. ^Okay, so she got a little angry because we had a disagreement on a small matter, what of it?^

The eyebrow arched further.

^What I mean to say is, whether she does or does not have three large stacks of porn hidden carefully in her desk hardly has anything to do with rescuing Ryou-^

^MOKUBA!^

^-and it was an honest mistake. I didn't mean to sound harsh, when I told her that the unattractive lines under her eyes were the sad after-effects of her overindulging in heroine-^

Kaiba covered his now-bulging eyes with his hand. ^After we drag Ryou back to the mental residence of Ishtars," he said through gritted teeth, "I am going to kill you myself.^

Yami and Yuugi exchanged glances. /wow, they are far more similar then I realized/ ^Kaiba?^

^Hn.^

^Can I borrow your phone.^

^Hn.^

^To call Jounouchini and assure him of your unwavering affections for him.^

^Hn.^

^And to tell him how you desperately want to rip off his clothes and ravish him every time you meet, but dreaded protocol insists otherwise.^

^Hn.^

^And how you want to give him your Blue-Eyes cards as a mark of your utter adoration.^
^WHAT?^
Upon hearing key-words 'give' in the same sentence as 'Blue-Eyes cards', two sets of eyes that had been steadily out-staring each other whipped around. Yuugi disappeared inside his soul room, giggling.

/TRAITOR!/ thought Yami loudly. He smiled uneasily at the duo. Meeting one Kaiba's glare was bad enough, but two was downright terrifying.

They did not return the smile.

And he could still hear Yuugi laughing in the background at his predicament.


Mokuba: why is everyone looking at me?

Kaiba *sarcastically* : I wonder?

Ryou: great. I'm kidnapped by a 'good' wizard after being attacked by 'bad' wizards, and my father is presently getting eaten alive by a COFFIN, and you are all just goofing around?

Silence.

Marik: Well, hey. We don't exactly know that.

Yami Marik: yeah, you could be like dead or something.

Yami *hissing*: you're not HELPING!