Author's Note: There appears to be some question about how Yugi had
descendants. By descendants, I mean that somewhere in Yugi's family line,
there were later generations. Yugi never has children, but some of his
relatives may have. The same thing goes for Kyle (you'll meet him in this
chapter), though it is possible that his ancestor did have children. And
another thing. although Gary's best friend's name is Ryou Bakura, he is NOT
a descendant of Bakura.
~ . . . ~ = Yami Yugi's thoughts
Ryou dashed off. "I'll race ya'!"
Gary didn't move. He couldn't. Something was bothering him, quite immensely.
~Gary?~
He thought he was hearing things.
~Gary . . . Gary . . . Gary.~
Gary shook his head, trying to rid of the voices. "I must be going nuts."
~Gary, listen to me.~
He fell to his knees. "What has happened to me?" He clutched the Millennium Puzzle and felt immense power coming from it. "Father!" He dropped his head.
~I live in the Puzzle.~
"W-what does? . . . No . . . I have to get over his death!" Without knowing what to do next, he ran out of the school and to the park. "Father . . . you're haunting . . . me."
* * *
"Huh?!" Ryou said when he got to his desk. He pounded his fist onto his desk. "It must have been that new guy! He got Gary!" He sprung from his desk.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bakura," the teacher said. "Please sit down."
"But -" began Ryou, still standing. "But that new guy has Gary!"
The teacher opened his desk and took out his radio. He mumbled something into the speaker. "I've called campus security. Don't meddle, and please sit down."
The class laughed.
The teacher was marking things off in his roll book. "That's two absences today."
* * *
The other absent person also had problems of his own.
"I don't see why I had to go all the way over here to see some old junk!"
"Kyle, it's part of our family history. Every generation has made this trip. It's like religion!"
Kyle, his little brother Mike, and his father had just exited an airport terminal in Japan. Kyle's father called a taxi.
"Welcome to Japan," the driver said in a weird accent, smiling.
"To the Kaiba Museum, please," Kyle's father directed.
"Ah," said the driver. "Good choice. Is this your first time going there?"
Kyle's father stared out the window. "It's my second time, but my boy's first."
The driver chuckled. "Ah, young man. I have been interested in the Kaiba Museum since I was a young boy. I've been there so many times, but I see something new every time!"
"Sure," said Kyle. "What does this have to do with me?"
"I don't know," said the driver, "but the Kaiba Museum is quite an attraction. A thousand years ago, it used to be a huge company. It used to produce the Ancient Duel Disks and arenas. After the technology was no longer used and the owner died, it was turned into a museum."
"Duel Disks, eh?" asked Kyle. He knew a little about them, since he had also seen the slide show at the tournament. But he wasn't a duelist himself; he had only come along to watch Mike play.
"I know how you kids like Duel Monsters," said the driver. "I'm glad the game has come back."
Now that Kyle knew that the museum related to Duel Monsters, his interests were a little peaked. The taxi pulled up to the museum.
"Have fun, young man," said the driver. "And I hope that this trip will benefit you greatly."
After paying and passing through a metal detector, Kyle, Mike, and their father began to navigate.
"According to this brochure," said Kyle's father. "There should be a short video playing in this room." The three sat down, along with the ten or so other people inside. The lights dimmed, and the video began.
"In Ancient times, Kaiba Corporation was a shining star. Playing Duel Monsters got more realistic with the technologies produced here. The company, run by people of the Kaiba name, made billions and billions of dollars. The youngest owner, who was said to be as young as 17, was named Seto Kaiba. He was adopted into the family, but when his father died, he took over at that young age. Seto Kaiba was not only the manager, but he was a pretty good duelist himself. In fact, he was so good that, for a time, he ranked number one in the world.
"That all changed, when one day, he challenged an unknown duelist named Yugi Moto. Moto defeated him in this match, and in later matches. When Moto died suddenly, Kaiba hoped to become the world champion once more, but he felt that he didn't deserve it . . . and never played Duel Monsters again. When Kaiba died, Duel Monsters had become so unpopular that the cards were no longer produced, and the company was changed into this museum."
The video began to replay, but this time, in Japanese. Kyle, Mike, and their father walked out of the room.
While his eyes were adjusting to being in the light, Kyle remembered that Yugi Moto had been mentioned in the slide show at the tournament.
In the next room, they saw a replica of Seto Kaiba's tombstone. It looked like a stone tablet, with a picture of himself and a dragon behind him. In the room after that, they saw the preserved arena in which Kaiba had dueled Yugi. Then, they came upon an exhibit of Duel Disks.
After about an hour in the museum, the three were about to reach the exit. The last exhibit showed a taped-up Blue Eyes White Dragon card, locked in a clear box.
"Whoa, dad, what's that card?" Mike wondered.
Kyle read the information that was next to it. "The legendary Blue Eyes White Dragon card is said to have been Seto Kaiba's trademark card. With all this wealth, he was able to obtain three out of the four in the world. This particular one belonged to a relative of his nemesis, Yugi Moto. It is said that Kaiba had ripped up the card so that it could never be used against him."
"I would sure love a card like that," said Mike.
His dad laughed. "They don't make those anymore! This is the only one, and it's ripped up."
They walked out of the museum and decided to walk to their hotel, which was several blocks ahead. On the way, they passed a cemetery.
"Let's go inside! Maybe Seto Kaiba is buried here," Kyle said.
"I doubt it, but we'll have a look see," said his father. "Why would he want to be buried here?"
But sure enough, in the very back of the cemetery, Mike and Kyle found the graves of Seto Kaiba and Mokuba Kaiba, his younger brother.
"But this tombstone isn't like the one in the museum," said Kyle, leaning in. "They forgot to put in THIS part." He pointed to some blurry words.
"Okay, sons, let's go," said their father, slightly creeped out by the place.
Kyle quickly tried to make sense of the words. "My beasts are with the man who stripped me of my crown," he read quietly to himself, and then ran to catch up with his brother and father.
* * *
The pharaoh spirit was deeply depressed. Yugi Moto, his previous host, was incredibly righteous. He and Yugi had a bond stronger than friendship - it was like they were a part of each other. And now that Yugi was gone, the spirit felt as though a part of him had gone with him.
Yugi had volunteered to help the spirit obtain the three god cards. Together, they entered a tournament called Battle City, hosted by Seto Kaiba, to try to get the cards. When all in the same person's hand, the god cards were supposed to give that person that pharaoh's memories. The spirit thought that he and Yugi were making good progress. They had two of the god cards - Obelisk and Osiris. They also had two Millennium items, the Millennium Puzzle, and . . .
~Where is the Millennium Tauk (Necklace)?~
"Okay," Gary said to himself. "Whatever is going on, I'm going to have to fight it. My father said that he had failed, but I'm going to prove that he had succeeded! I refuse to fail now!" He paused. "Okay, who are you?"
There was silence in his mind for a second, and then . . .
~I am the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle.~
Gary stopped. "Father?"
~No, I am not your father, and I am deeply sorry that he is gone.~
"If you're not my father, then who are you?"
~I believe I come from Ancient Egypt, but I will never know for sure.~
"What do you MEAN you don't know?" Gary was starting to think that this was a bad idea, but because he felt that the voice was a little more than just insanity speaking, he decided to continue.
~I - I was on a quest. Yugi and I . . . on a quest for my memories.~
"Yugi Moto? The Ancient King of Games?"
~Mm. He was my other self.~
"What are you talking about?" Gary touched his forehead, but there was no sign of a fever.
~You are not ill. Please, trust me.~
"I wish I could, but I - I can't!" Gary reached for the chain and took off the Millennium Puzzle. He put it in his book bag and walked home to take a nap and clear his mind of this madness.
* * *
Ryou was walking over to Gary's house after school but was suddenly stopped. His Millennium Ring glowed, signaling the emergence of its spirit. His hair suddenly became sharper, and his large, innocent eyes, narrowed into very evil ones.
"Cards of god . . ." the spirit said, blocking out Ryou so he wouldn't know of any of this. "I must seek them. And the Millennium Puzzle! I never thought I would see it again." He laughed sinisterly. "To finally get my prize, I must bring on the second return of the Shadow Games!"
The spirit of the Millennium Ring retreated, causing Ryou to come back out. But he was not finished, for as Ryou was trying to remember where he had been headed, he suddenly felt as though his conscience was nagging him to go to the airport.
(To be continued.)
~ . . . ~ = Yami Yugi's thoughts
Ryou dashed off. "I'll race ya'!"
Gary didn't move. He couldn't. Something was bothering him, quite immensely.
~Gary?~
He thought he was hearing things.
~Gary . . . Gary . . . Gary.~
Gary shook his head, trying to rid of the voices. "I must be going nuts."
~Gary, listen to me.~
He fell to his knees. "What has happened to me?" He clutched the Millennium Puzzle and felt immense power coming from it. "Father!" He dropped his head.
~I live in the Puzzle.~
"W-what does? . . . No . . . I have to get over his death!" Without knowing what to do next, he ran out of the school and to the park. "Father . . . you're haunting . . . me."
* * *
"Huh?!" Ryou said when he got to his desk. He pounded his fist onto his desk. "It must have been that new guy! He got Gary!" He sprung from his desk.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bakura," the teacher said. "Please sit down."
"But -" began Ryou, still standing. "But that new guy has Gary!"
The teacher opened his desk and took out his radio. He mumbled something into the speaker. "I've called campus security. Don't meddle, and please sit down."
The class laughed.
The teacher was marking things off in his roll book. "That's two absences today."
* * *
The other absent person also had problems of his own.
"I don't see why I had to go all the way over here to see some old junk!"
"Kyle, it's part of our family history. Every generation has made this trip. It's like religion!"
Kyle, his little brother Mike, and his father had just exited an airport terminal in Japan. Kyle's father called a taxi.
"Welcome to Japan," the driver said in a weird accent, smiling.
"To the Kaiba Museum, please," Kyle's father directed.
"Ah," said the driver. "Good choice. Is this your first time going there?"
Kyle's father stared out the window. "It's my second time, but my boy's first."
The driver chuckled. "Ah, young man. I have been interested in the Kaiba Museum since I was a young boy. I've been there so many times, but I see something new every time!"
"Sure," said Kyle. "What does this have to do with me?"
"I don't know," said the driver, "but the Kaiba Museum is quite an attraction. A thousand years ago, it used to be a huge company. It used to produce the Ancient Duel Disks and arenas. After the technology was no longer used and the owner died, it was turned into a museum."
"Duel Disks, eh?" asked Kyle. He knew a little about them, since he had also seen the slide show at the tournament. But he wasn't a duelist himself; he had only come along to watch Mike play.
"I know how you kids like Duel Monsters," said the driver. "I'm glad the game has come back."
Now that Kyle knew that the museum related to Duel Monsters, his interests were a little peaked. The taxi pulled up to the museum.
"Have fun, young man," said the driver. "And I hope that this trip will benefit you greatly."
After paying and passing through a metal detector, Kyle, Mike, and their father began to navigate.
"According to this brochure," said Kyle's father. "There should be a short video playing in this room." The three sat down, along with the ten or so other people inside. The lights dimmed, and the video began.
"In Ancient times, Kaiba Corporation was a shining star. Playing Duel Monsters got more realistic with the technologies produced here. The company, run by people of the Kaiba name, made billions and billions of dollars. The youngest owner, who was said to be as young as 17, was named Seto Kaiba. He was adopted into the family, but when his father died, he took over at that young age. Seto Kaiba was not only the manager, but he was a pretty good duelist himself. In fact, he was so good that, for a time, he ranked number one in the world.
"That all changed, when one day, he challenged an unknown duelist named Yugi Moto. Moto defeated him in this match, and in later matches. When Moto died suddenly, Kaiba hoped to become the world champion once more, but he felt that he didn't deserve it . . . and never played Duel Monsters again. When Kaiba died, Duel Monsters had become so unpopular that the cards were no longer produced, and the company was changed into this museum."
The video began to replay, but this time, in Japanese. Kyle, Mike, and their father walked out of the room.
While his eyes were adjusting to being in the light, Kyle remembered that Yugi Moto had been mentioned in the slide show at the tournament.
In the next room, they saw a replica of Seto Kaiba's tombstone. It looked like a stone tablet, with a picture of himself and a dragon behind him. In the room after that, they saw the preserved arena in which Kaiba had dueled Yugi. Then, they came upon an exhibit of Duel Disks.
After about an hour in the museum, the three were about to reach the exit. The last exhibit showed a taped-up Blue Eyes White Dragon card, locked in a clear box.
"Whoa, dad, what's that card?" Mike wondered.
Kyle read the information that was next to it. "The legendary Blue Eyes White Dragon card is said to have been Seto Kaiba's trademark card. With all this wealth, he was able to obtain three out of the four in the world. This particular one belonged to a relative of his nemesis, Yugi Moto. It is said that Kaiba had ripped up the card so that it could never be used against him."
"I would sure love a card like that," said Mike.
His dad laughed. "They don't make those anymore! This is the only one, and it's ripped up."
They walked out of the museum and decided to walk to their hotel, which was several blocks ahead. On the way, they passed a cemetery.
"Let's go inside! Maybe Seto Kaiba is buried here," Kyle said.
"I doubt it, but we'll have a look see," said his father. "Why would he want to be buried here?"
But sure enough, in the very back of the cemetery, Mike and Kyle found the graves of Seto Kaiba and Mokuba Kaiba, his younger brother.
"But this tombstone isn't like the one in the museum," said Kyle, leaning in. "They forgot to put in THIS part." He pointed to some blurry words.
"Okay, sons, let's go," said their father, slightly creeped out by the place.
Kyle quickly tried to make sense of the words. "My beasts are with the man who stripped me of my crown," he read quietly to himself, and then ran to catch up with his brother and father.
* * *
The pharaoh spirit was deeply depressed. Yugi Moto, his previous host, was incredibly righteous. He and Yugi had a bond stronger than friendship - it was like they were a part of each other. And now that Yugi was gone, the spirit felt as though a part of him had gone with him.
Yugi had volunteered to help the spirit obtain the three god cards. Together, they entered a tournament called Battle City, hosted by Seto Kaiba, to try to get the cards. When all in the same person's hand, the god cards were supposed to give that person that pharaoh's memories. The spirit thought that he and Yugi were making good progress. They had two of the god cards - Obelisk and Osiris. They also had two Millennium items, the Millennium Puzzle, and . . .
~Where is the Millennium Tauk (Necklace)?~
"Okay," Gary said to himself. "Whatever is going on, I'm going to have to fight it. My father said that he had failed, but I'm going to prove that he had succeeded! I refuse to fail now!" He paused. "Okay, who are you?"
There was silence in his mind for a second, and then . . .
~I am the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle.~
Gary stopped. "Father?"
~No, I am not your father, and I am deeply sorry that he is gone.~
"If you're not my father, then who are you?"
~I believe I come from Ancient Egypt, but I will never know for sure.~
"What do you MEAN you don't know?" Gary was starting to think that this was a bad idea, but because he felt that the voice was a little more than just insanity speaking, he decided to continue.
~I - I was on a quest. Yugi and I . . . on a quest for my memories.~
"Yugi Moto? The Ancient King of Games?"
~Mm. He was my other self.~
"What are you talking about?" Gary touched his forehead, but there was no sign of a fever.
~You are not ill. Please, trust me.~
"I wish I could, but I - I can't!" Gary reached for the chain and took off the Millennium Puzzle. He put it in his book bag and walked home to take a nap and clear his mind of this madness.
* * *
Ryou was walking over to Gary's house after school but was suddenly stopped. His Millennium Ring glowed, signaling the emergence of its spirit. His hair suddenly became sharper, and his large, innocent eyes, narrowed into very evil ones.
"Cards of god . . ." the spirit said, blocking out Ryou so he wouldn't know of any of this. "I must seek them. And the Millennium Puzzle! I never thought I would see it again." He laughed sinisterly. "To finally get my prize, I must bring on the second return of the Shadow Games!"
The spirit of the Millennium Ring retreated, causing Ryou to come back out. But he was not finished, for as Ryou was trying to remember where he had been headed, he suddenly felt as though his conscience was nagging him to go to the airport.
(To be continued.)