Yugi: Dreams of a Memory

I'm not sure exactly when this story, or any of the others occurs. It's definitely after the Duellist Kingdom arc, but I haven't seen enough of the Battle City arc to figure out if it comes before or after. The BC episodes are new in England, and it's not enough to do time-frames.

"I think it's something to do with the Millennium Items." said Tea, thoughtfully. "The only other person who had one was Pegasus, but Bakura stole it." "Yeah," agreed Joey. "Yugi and Yami have got through tougher before, and Ryou and Bakura will probably pull through too." "But what do we do?" said Tea, quite upset. "Wait." said Tristan. "That's all we can do."

Bakura and Ryou reached the edge of the town. Bakura cast his eyes around, acknowledging familiar buildings and streets. "Hey, Bakura." Ryou had picked something up that definitely wasn't Ancient Egyptian. He held it up to Bakura. "What do you make of this?" "No..." said Bakura. Ryou was holding a blue coat; the blue coat that Yami had left there when he took it off. "Yami's here. Is that the only one?" "Yes." said Ryou, folding it up. "Then what about Yugi?" said Bakura, thinking. "He only wears his for school now. Since it's the holidays, he hasn't worn his for weeks." Ryou tucked it under his arm. "So Yami and Yugi are here. I'm guessing this is the time when Yami was Pharaoh. Not good." Bakura said, walking into town. "How come?" said Ryou, following after him. "I was being hunted for tomb- raiding at this point in time."

Yugi lay there, staring at the ceiling. He had been thinking for a few hours now. //OK, Aibou?// asked Yami in his mind. /I'm alright./ Yugi closed his eyes. There came a short sharp knock at his door. He sighed. "Come in." he said reluctantly.

It was the Princess, Yamiki. Yugi sat up. "What do you want?" he asked, forgetting his politeness. "I want to know who you really are." she said, standing a few feet away from him. "What do you mean?!" said Yugi, standing up quickly. "Your friend has been apprehended. He is under armed guard." she said. "What, Yami? Why?" He stepped quickly into his boots. "Why is not the question here. It is Who. As in WHO ARE YOU?" She yelled. "There are guards waiting outside this door. You can't escape."

"I have told you who I am. I am Yugi Muto." he said, puzzled, and angry that Yamiki wouldn't believe him. "You're not a wizard from the future!" she cried. "You're under arrest!" "On what charge?!?!" exclaimed Yugi. "Impersonating the Pharaoh, and using Shadow Magic. Guards!" Five armed guards ran in, taking Yugi by the arms. He struggled to get free.

/Yami!/ he cried out mentally. //Yugi, let them take you! They'll bring you here. This is the only secure room in the palace.// Yugi stopped resisting. "Yamiki, I have one request. Let Yuugi come with me. I need to speak with him." "Fine. The Pharaoh's attendant will come to you, on the assumption that he is helping you in your crime."

"Where are we going, Bakura?" asked Ryou, who was getting tired. "To find the old-me. Assuming he's still around." Bakura said, without any argument, for once. "Fine." Ryou said reluctantly. "How's he going to help?" "He'll be with the old-you." said Bakura, leading the way, and not turning around. "You mean I was around in Ancient Egypt?" said Ryou, brightening. "All the Millennium Spirits and their Aibous were. There's an old- Yugi too." said Bakura, walking towards a large rock. "Cool. Er... Bakura? That's a rock." said Ryou, puzzled. Bakura took the Ring from around his neck. "Not just a rock." He took the middle point that was dangling below the Ring itself, and inserted it into a hole in the rock. A door appeared. Bakura put the Ring back around his neck, and walked in, beckoning Ryou along behind him.

They walked down a flight of steps, lit by flaming torches. The door shut behind them. At the bottom of the steps, was a large room. And in the room were two people, both looking almost identical. They both stood up when they saw Ryou and Bakura entered. The taller took out a knife, and ran to Bakura, pressing the knife against Bakura's throat. "Who are you, what do you want?" they said. The smaller hung back, and Ryou saw his face momentarily illuminated by a torch. It was like looking in a mirror. It was himself. Ryou stared at the boy, who was staring back with a similar expression of surprise.

Bakura smiled, quite evilly at the guy threatening him. He raised a hand, and quickly knocked the knife away. "I am Bakura." he said, straightening himself up. The smaller boy had gone to look at Ryou more carefully, not seeing any threat in Ryou's surprised face. "What's your name?" asked the boy, in seemingly Ryou's voice. "I'm Ryou." he said, looking carefully at the boy's face.