After yesterday's escapade to (can you believe it) Duelist Kingdom, I was asleep the whole night for a well deserved rest. The only thing was I wasn't expecting to have another weird dream so soon, like the one from that ride on the Blue-Eyes jet. At this point I didn't really know whether or not this was just a dream in my head or something totally out there trying to communicate with me.

"Hello?" I call out, drifting in this strange darkness again. "Anybody? Not again..." I see something forming in front of me. It's Atem. I felt kinda glad to see somebody I knew.

"Amet, we meet again," he greets. I still couldn't get past the fact of how much Atem looked so much like my father.

"Hey it's you," I grin. Wow what a stupid thing to say.

"I think I finally understand my purpose of meeting you," he begins. "You are in search of the Millennium Items, yes?"

Hesitantly I nod. "Yeah. How do you know that?"

"A sense," he answers vaguely. "But I will be your guide. What items do you have in your possession, Amet?"

What were their names again?2 "The Millennium Scale and the Millennium Puzzle."

Atem's eyes change slightly when I mentioned the Millennium Puzzle. "I see. Then I shall tell you about the whereabouts of the Millennium Ring."

"The Millennium Ring?" Will I even know what it looks like?

I notice that strange eye symbol appear on Atem's forehead and glow bright yellow. "I sense it's presence," Atem starts. "It's in the possession of an old companion of mine and your father's."

So Atem did know my father. And apparently so did someone else"Who?" I ask. Before Atem can answer, that bright light begins to engulf me again. I yelled Atem's name and out-stretched my arm to try and reach him. "Atem wait!"

"No! Atem!" I scream as the alarm clock on my bedside begins ringing. Shooting up from the covers, I look over to the clock. 7:00. "It was... another dream?" No. It couldn't have been just a dream. It was something. A sign, from that Atem spirit. A vision. At least I assume he's a spirit. That or I'm having the weirdest dreams of my life.

"Amet! Breakfast!" Mokuba's voice calls outside my door. "Get up!"

At that, I quickly do my morning routine of washing up and putting on my uniform. Having breakfast in the morning was rather unusual, but whenever I did, it was either I woke up early to make it myself, or because Mokuba decided to cook. I rush down to the kitchen floor, welcomed by the sweet smell of a hot cooked meal. "Morning," I greet, seeing Mokuba.

"Morning, Amet," Mokuba says back as he sets a plate down at the table

I grin, placing my school bag on the side of my chair to hang. "I love it when you cook breakfast, Mokuba."

"And I love how you're always down here with me when I do make breakfast," Mokuba notes as he took a seat beside me. "It gets boring around here when you're not around. I made pancakes yesterday morning and Kaiba said he caught you snagging a yogurt at like six in the morning. We missed ya."

"You missed me," I scoff. Ha, Kaiba with feelings. "I still don't get why you stay around KaibaCorp, Mokuba. I mean, Seto's in charge still and I'm just here 'till I finish school."

Mokuba smiles at me. "You really wanna know the real reason I still stay around here?"

I nod. "Yeah."

Mokuba looks up, as if reminiscing of the past. "Let's just say that Seto and I have been through a lot. We ay be brothers already, but we have a lot of history. As hard as it may be to believe, Seto and I have had our own fair shares of adventures."

"Seto Kaiba? Leaving Kaibacorp? I can barely picture him going out fo rhis own groceries," I say honestly.

Mokuba laughs. "My point is I don't mind sticking around my brother to help raise you. If I'd left him alone with you who knows what'd happen to you guys." Haha, he has a point. "So how are you and Jet?"

I gulp down a glass of milk. "We're fine."

"You guys dating yet?" Mokuba asks, taking my plate.

"M-Mokuba!"

And as if on cue, Jet appeared at the door with a bright look on his face. He was wearing his uniform, ready to pick me up for school. "Hey Amet ya ready to go-" He sniffs the air. "... I smell bacon."

"Take some on the way," Mokuba offers, laughing at the sink. I'm gonna pretend Mokuba and I never had that conversation.

"Thank, you!" Jet muffles with bacon in his mouth as he and I run out of the kitchen in a rush.

Mokuba smils, satisfied with the end of our breakfast. "Those two."

Jet and I bike with each other through Domino City on our normal route to school. "I'm tellin' you, Amet. Mokuba makes the best food," Jet grins once he swallows the last of the bacon he had in his mouth.

"I know," I agree as we took a sharp turn down an alley way. "But listen, I had the weirdest dream last night. There was this strange man who looked almost exactly like my dad. He said his name was Atem."

"Really?" Jet asks as me make a fast sharp turn around a corner alley. "I doubt that anyone could look just like your dad. Especially with the hair."

"I know I know but this dream was legit. I saw him when I phased out in the Blue Eyes jet and again this morning," I try to persuade "There's something about him that's mysteriously... secretive."

"Amet he's a dude in a dream."

"These aren't just dreams, Jet! Atem even told me where one of the Millennium Items were."

"No joke?" Jet asks. "Well I'm open to listening to imaginary friends. Where, then?!"

"I'm not exactly sure," I answered slightly upset I didn't have a direct answer. "Atem told me that they were in the hands of an old friend of my dad and him."

"You know now I'd really wanna meet this Atem dude," Jet says as he bikes ahead of me. "King of vague hints." Oh shut up, Jet.

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We were in our English period now. Ever since this morning I've been thinking of a way to find out who this person was that held the Millennium Ring. Trying to remember my dad's friends, who he talked to. Now that I think about it there weren't that large a pool of people, so why is this so difficult?

A note is passed to me on my desk. It's from Jet. "Hey Amet, any ideas yet?"

So he's been wondering too. He passed me a note just to ask that? I picked up my pencil and began writing down a response on the back. "Not really. How am I supposed to know who my dad's friend was?" Discretely I passed it back to Jet behind me.

"And since you will be writing your essays today, I'll give you the rest of class time to either get started on your first draft or to go to the library to do research."

Students begin discussions on the topic of their essays. I turned around to face Jet. "So no bright ideas, eh?" Jet says.

"I can't think of anything," I say, pretty frustrated at how clueless we were. "I feel like we're taking senior calculus. This is so complicated."

"If only we had one of your dad's yearbooks," Jet joked as he opened his notebook.

I had a look of contemplation on my face before speaking again. "Jet you're brilliant!"

"What'd I do?"

"Yearbooks," I smile. "We just go through that and maybe we'll find a picture of something for a lead."

"And where exactly do you expect to find a yearbook from your dad's time?"

"The school library," I answered with my finger. "My dad went to Domino High. I heard that one of the shelves keeps a whole collection of year books from Domino High graduates. Maybe my dad's yearbook is there."

"Ya sure?" Jet asked. "It's finally free period and I was planning on snoozing today and-"

"Just come on," I stress excitedly, dragging him out of the classroom.

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"Amet, we've been in here forever," Jet complains tirelessly, placing yet another useless yearbook in the finished pile, which was quite tall if you ask me. We sit between two tall shelves in the school library. "I think we're late for History, too."

"But we're almost finished with them all," I object, tired too. Suddenly I saw a certain book fall off the shelf. Tired, I decided to give in. "Okay, this is the last one then we head back to class."

"Thank you," Jet groans, falling backwards from where he sat.

I open this book, doubting it was the one we were looking for. Much to my own surprise I see a picture of my dad as a teenager inside, big bright eyes and all. I start to shove Jet's leg. "Hey Jet, Jet wake up. I think we finally found it."

"We did?" he asks. Jet jumped straight up as we both overlook the yearbook with curiosity. With each turn of the page, we realize my dad took up most of it by his senior year. Needless to say he must've been pretty popular to have became the King of Games as an underclassman. Some pages revealed the graduation ceremony, while others revealed some taken from the city and in dueling contests.

"Hey, it's your dad winning the championship of the Battle City Tournament," Jet said, seeing a picture of him and his three friends, Joey being one of them. Along with Tristian and my mom. "Was your dad always so puny?"

Smiling at that one, I turn the page. I gasp in awe. "Hey, this is an old photo taken back during the Duelist Kingdom Tournament."

"You're tellin' me. This thing's brown and yellow all over," Jet remarks, seeing how old the photo was. That or it was just the camera. The picture had my dad and his friends in the woods. "My dad's here, too?"

"Jet look," I tell, pointing. In the photograph was a fifth person.

"Mr. Bakura?" Jet and I both say aloud.

"Man he really was tellin' the truth," Jet said in disbelief. "He really did go to Duelist Kingdom. I can't believe it."

"And look around his neck," I point, seeing gold. "It's another Millennium item. The Millennium Ring."

"And your dad has the Millennium Puzzle, too," Jet notices, pointing at a very small Yugi Motou. So I guess Pegsasus was right. My dad was the rightful owner of the Millennium Puzzle. I guess that meant Bakura must've been the rightful owner of the Millennium Ring, too.

"Either way we better go talk to Mr. Bakura," I say, bookmarking that page in the yearbook. "Maybe he knows something afterall."

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That afternoon, Bakura cleans his desk of test papers and places them into his briefcase. All of his students had just left for the day after the bell rang. Except two, anyway. Jet and I decided to stay before lunch period and talk to him once we were alone.

"Mr. Bakura?" I speak up, entering his room through the wooden sliding door.

"Mr. Wheeler, Ms. Motou, what a pleasure for you to join me afterclass," Mr. Bakura smile. "I had to mark you two absent earlier."

I put on a nervous grin as I wave my hands. "Sorry. We had to go somewhere."

"No matter. We just reviewed for tomorrow's test, is all," Mr. Bakura assured. "Is there something you wanted to see me about?"

"Actually yes," Jet nods before there being a short silence. "Amet go tell him why we came here," he says with a slight shove in my back.

"U-Um...!" What was I supposed to ask? Teacher, can I have your priceless Egyptian Artifact? I need it to find my long lost parents. Yeah right. "Uh..." This was a lot easier in the library.

"Yes?" Bakura asks with that same omnipresent smile.

"Do you uh, by any chance have the, Millennium Ring?" I ask slowly. I expect him to look at me with a lost look, ask 'What's a Millennium Ring?', and I'd have to go on and give him a butchered version of Pegasus's outgraous story and-

"You mean this," Mr. Bakura says, taking out the so-called ring from his desk. What?

"Hey, that's really it," Jet blinks, surprised. "What the heck kinda ring is that?"

"Yeah, that's what we're looking for!" I gasp before he hands it to me, just like that. "Hey, wait, you're actually giving it to me?"

"Well, I was givin instructions," Mr. Bakura tells us. "I want to tell you two a story."

"It's a true one, right?" Jet asks.

"Jet," I say accusingly.

"It may not sound true but it is," Mr. Bakura starts. "If I'm right, you already know about the Millennium Items."

"To a certain extent," I answered. How does everyone know this already? "All I know is that I have to collect all seven."

"A pretty tough road you have ahead of you then," Bakura notes.

"Hey, how do you know about the Millennium Items?" Jet asks suspiciously with an interrogative look.

"Well I am a history teacher. I'm also an archaeologist," Bakura smiles, unintimidated by Jesset. "But I've known about the Millennium Items since I was just about your ages." He looks down at the ring in my hands. "An evil spirit once lived in that ring, Amet, until your father was able to free me from it."

"My dad?" I ask, looking at the ring.

"I can never repay him fully for what's he's done for me. But the least I can do is help his daughter."

I looked up at him, and for a moment I see a friend in my teacher. I bow my head in gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Bakura."

"It's perfectly fine," Bakura assures happily..

Just as thing were going so well, a light started to emit from inside my card locket, catching all our attention. I open the locket and find the blank card glowing bright as white.

"Hey, it's that card Pegasus gave you," Jet recalls as a small stream of light connects it with the eye on the Millennium a few seconds, the card stops glowing, and the light disconnects with the Millennium Ring. I look down at the card and noticed a small bit of it's color has returned, not that it can made out a full image yet.

"Now that was freaky," I say, holding still with the card and the ring in my hands. Did I seriously just see that?

"I'm guessing Pegasus was the one who began your instructions," Mr. Bakura assumes. Okay Bakura looks so not phased out. Don't tell me he's seen things like glowing lights and lasers before.

"Y-Yeah. Pegasus was the one who told us that in order for me to find my mom and dad, I have to find all the seven Millennium Items."

A frown appears on our history teacher's face. "I see, now."

"See what?" Jet and I both ask.

Bakura stands up. "Oh, nothing children. Now I suggest you go to the cafeteria before the lunch period runs out."

"OH MY GOSH I FORGET IT WAS LUNCH PERIOD NOW!" Jet panicks as he darts out of the room, heading down the left of the hallway. I then saw him start running the other way, the right way.

I breathe out in exasperation. I can't believe he ditched me. "Oh Jet."

"And Amet," Mr. Bakura stops, making me turn around. "I wish you the best of luck in your task." Smiling, I nod in thanks as I ran out to the halls in a fair pace. Hey, I wanted too eat lunch, too. Three down, four more Millennium Items left to go.