AN: Sorry this took so long. I got bronchitis randomly (again cause I just had it in December too _ ) and that was 2 weeks of not wanting to do anything and another week of recovery.

I debated on this long and hard and decided to split this into two chapters as originally intended. It's only to be way too long otherwise and, well, you guys like cliffs, right? :)

With the addition of Lia to their group, traveling south to Kansas City took longer as they couldn't find a feasible way to explain how they were able to travel so quickly nor could they expect Lia's horse to keep up. Bakura almost regretted inviting the girl along as the extra travel time only meant more time to dwell on his reunion with his former host. He had a hard time imagining Ryou angry, but he was certain he would be witness to that sight soon enough.

To distract himself, he spent a good deal of time in meditation, focusing on Ryou's location and trying not to think about Ryou himself. The small snatches he was able to see frustrated him as the images jumbled together and were dark. He was about to give up when he heard a voice in his mind.

:That looks like a stadium:

Bakura opened his eyes and found Yugi kneeling in front of him. The shorter man sat back sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "W-well it does...it kind of looks like he was walking around in a lobby kind of… and rows and rows of seats...like a sports arena really…sorry…"

The thief sighed, rolling his shoulders. "An arena. That might be right…it also looked like it was inside a building. Is there something like that in this Kansas City place?" He heard Malik asking something in English and looked back, focusing on the words and surprised that he understood the question.

"/Hey Lia, is there an indoor stadium or arena in Kansas City?/"

"/Hmm? Um…yeah…/" she looked at the sky a moment and tapped a finger against her lips. "/Yeah, I can show you tomorrow when we get there. Why?/"

"/We're meeting someone and they should be in a place like that,/" Malik replied. "/It's sort of hard to explain./"

"/Sounds complicated but to each his own,/" Lia replied, shrugging. She was already used to the air of secrecy about the group.

"Well then that's finally settled," Rajan nodded toward the thief. "Come on over by the fire Bakura. You've been keeping to yourself a lot lately."

"Yeah, we found a game while you were meditating of whatever," Petri added cheerfully. "Seems like dad slipped it in with everything else."

Bakura sighed but reluctantly dragged himself to his feet and moved toward the others, Yugi in tow. A game board had been set out on a large, flat rock so that everyone could sit around it. It had rectangles outlined on the outside of the board, each space marked with words and either colored bars or pictures. Two stacks of cards had been set on the center of the board face down, one yellow and the other orange. Rishid was counting colored bits of paper into eight stacks while consulting the rules of the game and Marik was rolling two dice between his hands, grinning eagerly.

"/Dibs on the car!(1)/" Petri chimed, thrusting his fists in the air.

"/Aw man, no fair!/" Mana whined.

"/Since you two seem to know the rules, why don't you explain them to the rest of us,/" Rajan smiled encouragingly. "/Petri can explain to Yugi and Bakura since their English is still pretty shaky./"

The game took some time to complete. At first Bakura couldn't see the point in it, but by the time he was forced to bow out he had to admit, if only to himself, that he'd had fun. Afterwards Lia disappeared into the wagon to sleep and the others told stories around the fire about different events in their lives. As he listened, Bakura began to wonder what exactly he'd done with his life that was so memorable.

"He set himself on fire?" Malik asked, laughing.

"And he was so nonchalant about it too," Rajan snickered.

"One time!" Marik cried. "And I did not "set myself on fire". It was just my shenti…and maybe a little bit of hair."

"You were lucky there was water nearby," Rajan grinned.

"I can't believe you still won't let me live that down. That was like…thousands of years ago!" Marik huffed, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Be right back," Yugi said, getting to one knee. "I'm gonna get some water."

"Hey! I'm not even that close to the fire! And I was like 10!"

"You were 13. I was 10," Petri corrected him, matching Rajan's grin and leaning forward as Yugi dropped back to a sitting position and laughed.

"You all suck," Marik pouted.

"What about you Bakura?" Malik asked. "Any crazy adventures or embarrassing stories to tell?"

"Nope," the thief replied, shrugging.

"No? You mean to tell us you led a boring, perfect life?" the blond teased, raising a brow.

"No, I mean I have nothing to say," Bakura said dismissively. "I spent my life planning to kill a pharaoh. I didn't exactly have time for fun and games. And no, you can't poke through my memories, brat," he added, giving Yugi and dark look.

"Aw you're no fun," Malik sighed, putting his hands behind his head. "Hell, my life was terrible growing up but I still have a few good memories."

"Alright Malik, that's enough," Rishid said, putting a hand on Malik's shoulder. "We should get some rest anyway."

"True. Bast told you that Ryou was being guarded by one of Zorc's generals, right?" Rajan asked. At Bakura's nod in response he sighed. "It'll be tough then but we need to have a plan. Can Zorc tell where the Millennium items are?"

"Probably," Bakura replied, glancing to his right and then back to Rajan after a moment. "Bast said more than likely."

"She doesn't know for sure?" Rajan wondered and then shook his head. "Either way, if there is a chance, we might be better off leaving them somewhere and just taking weapons with us. If Zorc is able to track them, then so could this general of his. And we know our weapons can harm shadow creatures. If we're careful we might be able to get in and out with minimal conflict if they think we are somewhere else."

"I don't really like the idea of being without the Rod," Malik muttered, twirling the aforementioned item in his hand.

"Oh I know!" Marik chimed. "Petri can hang onto them and go with Lia to an inn."

"Hey, I can fight too," Petri pouted.

"No one's saying you can't," Rajan assured him. "But Lia is more familiar with you and we don't want to get her involved in this. Plus, between the two of you, you can get some information on where we should head next."

"True," the teen admitted glumly.

"Then it's settled. We'll have Lia show us to the inn first so we can find you once we have Ryou," Rishid said.

As the others dispersed to their sleep mats, Bakura made his way to the wagon, climbing atop it to his preferred perch. He had just laid back when Marik's head came into view over his, his expression quizzical.

"I know that look," the thief muttered, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Bast-"

"Nononono," the other yami insisted, waving his hand and sitting back. "I want to talk to you, not her."

"Alright. What?" he asked, sitting up and turning to face him.

"How old were you when you died?" Marik asked bluntly.

"What kind of question is that?" the thief demanded. He rolled his eyes when it was clear the blond wasn't going to answer him. "Let's see…" He glanced to his right as Bast appeared beside him and supplied the answer. "Twenty-one."

"Ok so then how old was the pharaoh?"

Bakura tsked, again consulting Bast before replying. "Sixteen."

Marik was silent for a moment, counting on his fingers.

"So I would have been 25 right?" he asked finally.

"Yes…what are you getting at?"

The blond grinned. "And then Rajan would have been 24 and Petri would have been 22. That makes you the youngest…" Marik said almost to himself.

"What are you getting at?" Bakura demanded again, trying to keep his voice down.

"See, I was thinking about it while we were telling stories and you've never had brothers before right?"

"Your point. Get to it."

"I'm getting there," Marik insisted with a slightly growl. He drew in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he grinned again. "I made up my mind tonight, and I know Rajan and Petri will be ok with it. You are now our brother, ok? Cause-"

"Wait-"

"Hold on," Marik pressed a finger against Bakura's lips to silence him. "See, you've been alone for a long time and I have too. But now I have my brothers again and you're…well you still don't have brothers. But this way you'll have three brothers – three older brothers – who can, you know, do brother-things with you." He brought his hand back and grinned broadly at his solution.

"I don't need brothers," Bakura muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you can't just-"

"Already did. My mind's made up," Marik interrupted him again, nodding as though that was the last word to be said on the matter.

'You know he's persistent,' Bast reminded Bakura with a smirk.

'This is stupid,' the thief grumbled back silently. "Fine, now can I go to sleep?"

"Almost," Marik promised. He leaned forward, looking toward where he assumed Bast to be. "Can I ask her a question?" He followed Bakura's gaze to make sure he was looking in the right direction as the thief silently communicated with the invisible goddess once more.

"She said to tell you that, after you died, the priest you knew who had the Millennium Ring left his position and looked after your mother and sisters," Bakura began, pausing as the other yami inched closer. "Apparently he felt guilty about what happened to you and your brothers and wanted to make things right. He told them you three had died in service to the Pharaoh to ease their grief and then dedicated himself to your mother and raised your sisters like they were his own. They lived full lives and were as happy as they could be given their loss. Your mother died of old age and never thought ill of you. Is that what you-erk!"

"Thank you," Marik whimpered, crushing Bakura in an embrace, his shoulders shaking slightly. "I never knew…I needed to…"

"I'm…not…a huggy person," Bakura strained, trying to free himself. Marik slowly released him with a sigh, leaning back and smiling brightly.

"I feel a lot better now," the yami insisted. He turned to dangle his legs over the side of the wagon and laid back, his arms folded behind his head. "I know Zahira was reborn and maybe mom and Aasera were too. But knowing they didn't blame me…I feel like I can move on a little more, you know?"

"Well, you do sound less crazy," Bakura admitted, rubbing his sides. He paused for a moment before laying down parallel to Marik in the opposite direction.

"I think…I am feeling more…Ramses-ish lately," the blond admitted wistfully. "I'm not ready though…I don't deserve that name yet. Maybe one day…I'll let you know." He yawned, stretching his arms out before rolling onto his side facing Bakura. "One more thing: The first rule of being a brother is that you're never alone. If you get in trouble or need help, we've got your back, ok? And if one of us is in trouble, you have to have our back. You get it?"

Bakura resisted the urge to say something he might regret, despite how "Ramses-ish" Marik claimed to be. Instead he just nodded and closed his eyes. "Sure."

"Good. I've got a lot to teach you still but good night Bakura."

The thief looked over at Marik thoughtfully, realizing it was the first time Marik had called him by his name. He shrugged and rolled onto his side so he faced the other yami and curled an arm under his head. "Good night Marik."

The next day Lia greeted them with a rather detailed map of the center area of Kansas City with markings as to where the stadiums, arenas, and inns were in the area. When asked how she managed to draw something so accurate from memory, she merely smiled and dodged the question. They decided on an inn to send Petri and Lia to while they searched the area, stashing the Millennium Items in the harper's bag and arming themselves from the cache of weapons Sakani had left them.

Just stepping into the first two location, both Bakura and Yugi could confirm that it didn't match the images the thief had seen. It was the third place that Bakura instantly knew they were in the right place.

"I know he's here just not where," he admitted to the others, looking around and trying to ignore the prickle of goose bumps on his arms. "Bast?" When he didn't receive a reply he felt for his daggers. "Never there when I need you," he muttered.

"Ok, do we split up and look?" Malik asked, missing the security of the Millennium Rod.

"I don't know. If there is someone, or something, guarding Ryou, would splitting up be the best idea? I have this…uneasy feeling about this place. It's kind of making me nauseous actually," Rajan said.

"We won't find him by standing around," Rishid pointed out. "If we split into two groups of three we will at least be safer. Bakura and Yugi can communicate with each other so they will be in separate groups. Marik and I will go with Yugi, Malik and Rajan go with Bakura. We'll stay close so if there is trouble, the other group is never more that 100 of so feet away."

"The sounds good," Malik nodded.

"I don't think we need to go far," Bakura warned, daggers in hand. Marik drew his sword, coming to stand beside the thief as he saw the danger as well: a human-shaped creature cloaked in dark robes with a red lining and gold bracers on his arms. His eyes glowed green in the darkness, focused on the group.

"I didn't even sense it this time," Rajan said, also drawing a sword.

"None of us did," Bakura replied, watching to see what the creature would do, already think of possible attacks to expect.

"It's just standing there," Marik growled, shifting his weight and preparing to charge.

Bakura wanted to tell Marik to wait for a moment. Something about this situation didn't seem right. The creature was a duel monster, the thief was certain he'd seen it before. He tried to contact Yugi's mind to see if the other man knew but everything was starting to feel fuzzy. He felt his knees hit the floor before he realized they had buckled and his daggers were lying uselessly beside him. He wasn't certain what happened next as darkness claimed him, though he finally recalled the creature's name: Dark-Sleep-Inviting Lucifer(2).

(AN: Characters are speaking English beyond this point)

Lia had always considered herself technologically savvy and mechanically inclined. Even after Zorc had appeared she found she was able to help people by getting computer and generators running, even if it was only a quick fix. And of course she had had a duel disk before so when she was told to figure out a new device made by the same company and had only been given basic instructions on it, she was confident it would give her no problems.

"Ok you stupid thing," she grumbled, closing one eye so she could focus on the blue-tinted glass in front of her left eye. A red dot on the small screen throbbed lightly and she knew that meant she had at least one message on the network. "Check messages." She sighed when nothing happened. "Check. Messages. Is this thing on? Helllllo?" She sighed again in frustration and tried moving the microphone piece closer. "Display messages?" she tried. "There we go. Um…Show message one?"

"Whacha doin'?"

Out of reflex, Lia ripped the device off her head and had half-collapsed the headband when she realized it was Gamer.

"You scared the crap out of me!" She took a breath and replaced the device. "Trying to get this stupid thing to work with me."

"What?" Gamer tilted his head slightly and she smiled.

"Alright, you need to know about it anyway. The reason I came out this way was to pick up something called a Gazer(3). It was made from a prototype device that was going to be used with Duel Monsters someday but it's been repurposed to connect people around the world, specifically Harpers and Runners."

"Ooo neat," Gamer smiled briefly and then pouted. "But I'm guessing from the term "gazer" that it wouldn't really work for me huh."

"Unfortunately," she admitted sheepishly. "The trouble is that they didn't tell me much about it and there's no manual so it's been pretty touch and go for the last week or so since I got it."

"Did you try the help menu?"

"Help menu?" She asked. The device made a small chirping sound and the message she had been trying to read was replaced by a list of options. "Oh hey look at that!"

"Yeah, seemed like it would have something like that," Gamer grinned. He moved his staff around searchingly until it collided with the leg of a small table that was in the private room. "Is that a chair?"

"Table. There is a chair by it though." She watched him locate and move the chair to sit across from her.

"I'm worried about my friends," he admitted, suddenly all business. "They've been gone for almost six hours."

"Well, there were a lot of places to check," she tried to assure him, half distracted with her gazer.

"Is that how you got a detailed map for them?" he guessed.

"Yeah…hold on a sec. Close all windows. Display messages. Show message one." She pursed her lips together and closed her right eye. "The one really annoying part about this thing is it only covers one eye. Let's see here…Scroll down."

"Even with multiple places to check, it just feels…I don't know…I'm just worried I guess," Gamer admitted, rubbing his chest absent-mindedly; a gesture Lia noticed through the transparent screen. She re-read part of the message and then felt a chill run down her spine.

"Gamer, how long has your scar been bothering you?"

"Huh? Oh, I didn't even realize…My face feels a little weird too come to think of it. I guess since we've been in town? It doesn't hurt really though it just feels…weird. Like…tingly I guess if the right word."

"Are you getting a bad feeling from any direction in particular?" she asked.

"Um…the west I guess. Why are you asking? It's not the same feeling I get from shadow creatures being nearby."

Lia drew in a breath and got to her feet. "Zorc was last seen heading this way but he fell off the radar, so to speak. No one knows where he is. And you've never been close to him before. Do you think it might be him?"

Gamer pursed his lips together and seemed lost in thought. He gasped suddenly and looked toward her.

"That's all I need to know. Runner Network. Kansas City Missouri. Initiate Code Black Evacuation. User name: Lia. Password: Dark Magician Girl 64." She grabbed her bag and hauled Gamer's closer to him. "That will alert anyone else with a gazer in the area but we need to go down and alert the inn. The people here can spread the word and you and I can-"

"I'm not leaving without the others," Gamer insisted, grabbing his bag and getting to his feet.

"They'll have to evacuate on their own," Lia countered. "We need to get you out of town. If Zorc finds you-"

"Which of the places you told them about is west of here?"

"Gamer-"

"I'm going to help them," the teen told her, shouldering his bag. "You can leave with the others."

"I'm not going to just leave you here! Of all people, you-"

"We're the only ones who can stop Zorc. Permanently," he said, pausing for a moment to let the words sink in. "We know how to stop him but it will take all of us. I don't have time to explain everything right now but you have to believe me. If Zorc's here, he's trying to stop us. And if there isn't a big red dragon outside west of here, I'm going to take that to mean they either don't know or that they need my help."

"A red dragon? A way to defeat Zorc? You're not making any sense," Lia told him, shaking her head. "Besides, if you go and Zorc is there-"

"Let me put it another way," Gamer interrupted her. "Think of Zorc as Ganon. And I am Link. All I've got is a bag full of tools and the triforce of courage. Do you think I'm going to let him scare me?"

"This isn't a game, you could really die," Lia shouted at him, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a shake.

"I know Zelda," he replied calmly. "But right now you have to believe in me. And I need your help."

Lia sighed, realizing that the harper's mind was made up and curious as to what he was implying. "Kemper Arena. That's west of here. But if they aren't there, we leave. No objections."

"Deal. Now I think I have an idea that will get people to leave the city without much encouragement." He placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head. Lia took a slight step back at the faint blue glow that clung to his skin briefly before fading. In the distance she heard a roar and raced to the window.

"Obelisk will get people moving," he told her with a grin. "Let's get to Epona, Zelda. We have a date with Ganon."

(AN: Characters are speaking Japanese beyond this point)

Bakura opened his eyes slowly, his body still sluggish from being forced to sleep. He moved slightly and found his arms were bound behind him and tied to a pole in such a way he was forced to stand. He blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze from his vision as he looked around the room, trying to determine where he was. A single light flashed to life overhead, momentarily blinding him.

"Finally awake I see," a voice greeted him. Bakura grit he teeth, focusing on the speaker. Dark red eyes caught his attention first. The man slowly came into view at the edge of the light. A black cloak hid most of his features, but not the almost condescending, self-satisfied smirk that he currently wore. He watched the thief silently for a moment, giving Bakura a chance to realize they were in the center of the arena, the floor having lost its polish but still baring various circles and lines.

"I hope you enjoyed your nap," the man continued, strolling around the edge of the light while keeping his eyes on Bakura. "Lord Zorc wishes to speak with you. He will be arriving shortly."

'Of course it was a trap,' Bakura thought blearily, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head to try and clear his vision. Looking around again he realized the two of them were alone. "Where are the others?"

The man paused, the smile melting from his features as though it hadn't been what he'd expected the thief to ask. He rolled his shoulders after a long moment and continued to walk. "They left."

"You're lying," Bakura growled, trying to turn to watch the man's progress but finding he was unable to do more than look over his shoulder. "They wouldn't have just left. What did you do to them? I swear if you've hurt them-"

"Once you were unconscious, we told them that you were all we wanted," his captor explained coolly. "They were free to go and seemed fine with leaving you to our care. Seemed that quite a few of them held a grudge over something you did. Well, I suppose you can't blame them. After all, you are responsible for Lord Zorc's freedom, aren't you?"

"They wouldn't have left," Bakura insisted again, wincing at the slight headache he was getting and blaming it on the brightness of the light overhead. "Even if they do hate me, they need me."

"So you can find the rest of the Millennium Items?" the man asked from somewhere behind him, still circling him slowly. "Well, they have the Ring now, right? They'll manage. And before you ask, I already know what you were going to attempt and Lord Zorc assures me that it would never have worked in the first place. You worked for him before, did you honestly think some fable about hikaris and yamis would hold up in the face of his power? Or that three "god" spirits would be a match for him?"

Bakura eyed the man as he came back into view. 'He's bluffing,' he thought. He closed his eyes again as his vision distorted for a moment. They snapped open again as he felt gloved fingers at his throat, caressing the bell on his collar.

"And what is this trinket supposed to do?"

"Back off," Bakura growled in warning, trying to get a better look at the man.

"This must be how that spirit is manipulating you. Simple, but not very elegant."

"Now would be a good time to step in Bast," Bakura said, jerking away from the man to try and get him to release the bell.

"Bast?" the man scoffed. "What makes you think that spirit is Bast? Oh, is it this collar she gave you?" he asked.

"…What do you mean?"

"Did she ever say her name was Bast?" the man asked, his smirk returning as he saw the suspicion in Bakura's eyes. "Tell me, if I put on dog ears and barked at you, would that make me Anubis?"

"Shut up," Bakura snapped, struggling against his restraints. He tried to recall his time with Bast in that tomb-like room. He had to admit, he was the one who had assumed who she was. He shook his head again but this time the man's hands cupped his cheeks, holding his gaze.

"It's simple, you're being lied to," the man told him simply. "I mean, all you asked for of Lord Zorc was to move on. You told him you didn't want to be here anymore. And then some woman pretends to be a goddess and makes you go running all over the world looking for a grocery list of items and people who despise you." He released Bakura's face and took a step back. "Lord Zorc, on the other hand, has been very interested with your return. He's willing to give you another chance to serve him. And, unlike this "Bast" spirit, he did help you get your revenge, as promised. He never lied to you like she has."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bakura wondered how this man seemed to know so much. He was having trouble focusing. ::Yugi?:: he tried. He could feel Yugi's mind so he knew he was still alive, as the man said, but there was no reply as though he was being blocked. ::Ryou-:: "Where is Ryou," he demanded.

"Hmm? Oh, he's around here somewhere," the man said. The sound of a door opening behind Bakura caught his attention. "Ah, here he is. I told you I would find him for you, Ryou. And don't worry, he can't hurt you."

Bakura felt his heart pounding in his chest, to match the throbbing in his head. He twisted as much as he could to look at his former host.

Ryou seemed to have changed little since he had last seen him. He still had a slight build and pale skin. His hair was still styled the same albeit a little longer. He wore a simple, long sleeved light blue top and white pants and shoes, similar to what he'd worn before. His demeanor, however, seemed cold. The brown eyes that looked into his looked a bit darker and his expression was neutral.

"Come now, Ryou," the man said, gesturing toward the thief. "Bakura has come a long way to see you. And you two haven't been together in years. Don't you have anything you would like to say to him?"

Bakura's mouth was dry suddenly. "Ryou-" He was startled to silence Ryou's hand connected with his face sharply.

"You…you ruined my life," Ryou began, tears welling up in his eyes. "You used me. You made me do horrible things…and then you left me alone with Zorc." He balled his hands into fists and punched the thief in the stomach and then pounded on his chest until the cloaked man intervened, pulling him back and trying to calm him down. "I hate you Bakura!"

Bakura coughed, the punch to his gut having winded him. He had been hit harder physically, but this was Ryou. He had expected that his former host wouldn't be happy to see him again, but the reality of Ryou's words were almost too much for him. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care, but he knew he would only be lying to himself.

"There must be some sort of compromise here," the cloaked man said, holding Ryou and letting the smaller man hide his face against him. "However there is the matter of what you asked of Lord Zorc…you did tell him not to harm your former host. And as you can see, Ryou is unharmed. He took your request to mean you wished Ryou to be taken care of and he has done so, another promise kept if I might add. Let me see…" He took Ryou's chin and turned the boy's face toward his. "What do you want to do Ryou? You want to be free don't you?"

Ryou nodded, casting a dark look at Bakura.

"I suppose…well, Lord Zorc might be alright with a sort of trade," the man mused, stroking Ryou's hair thoughtfully while turning his attention to Bakura again.

"Trade?" Bakura asked, looking at Ryou.

"Yes. If you were to agree to work for Lord Zorc again, I don't see why I couldn't release Ryou now. All you have to do is swear allegiance to him and…give me permission to remove that nuisance collar you're wearing. What power Lord Zorc has granted me would be enough to do so provided you allow me to."

Bakura coughed again and blinked his eyes a few times. It still felt as though his vision was hazy. There was also the nagging sensation that things didn't add up. Hadn't Marik said something to him recently? And weren't the others treating him more as a friend? He tried to think of an example but could only recall how Yugi and Malik had reacted to his return. He tried again to call out to Yugi or Bast. He could only vaguely recall one other time in his life when he had felt so alone. That day so long ago in Kul Elna.

"And he would be free to go…no strings attached?" Bakura asked, bowing his head, his shoulders sagging.

"No strings attached," the man promised.

"It would be the only decent thing you've ever done for me," Ryou managed to say, his voice a mix of anger and sorrow.

Bakura closed his eyes, again tugging at his restraints and weighing his options before he finally let out a sigh. 'I did ruin his life, I can admit that…For his sake…I…'

AN: I'm already well into the next chapter so that should be up in a few days. In the meantime, refreshments are in the lobby and here's some mountain climbing gear to help you hang on to the edge of the cliff until then. Please hang onto it because things are going to get crazy from here.

(1) Have you guessed what game they're playing by now? :D The answer is Monopoly

(2) Dark-Sleep-Inviting-Lucifer is the card's Japanese name. Its English name is "Invitation to a Dark Sleep", which is more of a phrase than a name.

(3) Did I just make a reference to Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal? Yes I did. The characters use their Duel Gazers (D-Gazer in Japan) to play Duel Monsters. It allows them to view the duels in an augmented reality so that the monsters actually seem to affect their surroundings. It also seemed like something Kaiba would invent (I don't know if he was responsible for the technology as I haven't actually watched Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal yet).

See you in a few days!