Disclaimer: By now, you should know that I don't own Yugioh.

Note: I know, I know, horrific. I'll try writing better, but no promises though. Did anyone think I was dead? Did anyone care? ^^;;;

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Yuugi groaned. His head hurt, a lot. He opened his eyes and looked around. The first thing he realized was that he was looking at the sky. Leaves in hundreds of different shades of fire fluttered down on him. A subtle scent of cinnamon wafted through the air, giving a slightly spicy smell. Yuugi slowly got up and looked for his friends. They weren't far away and looked as though someone had thrown them there.

"Mmmm…" Bakura groaned, opening his eyes. "Where are we? Weren't we at a library?" Jounouchi opened his eyes and looked around, bewildered.

"Yeah, we were, where are we now?!!" Jounouchi looked at Yuugi who was staring transfixed at a spot behind him. "Yuugi?" Yuugi walked as though in a trance. Something was glinting an opalescent light. It was a stone about the size of his hand. It was a perfect oval, and perfectly white. It wasn't the plaster white anyone was used to; it was a soft, somewhat transparent white. The object seemed to glow and Yuugi collapsed to the ground. "Yuugi? Yuugi!!"

Jounouchi propped Yuugi's head on his lap, calling his name. It wasn't long before Yuugi's eyes fluttered open. However, it wasn't guileless violet eyes that greeted them, but pure crystal blue. He stood up slowly, as if in a trance. "The summoned ones…." The voice that flowed from his lips was beautifully androgynous. It sounded crisp, yet musical, like a flowing brook on an Autumn day. Bakura and Jounouchi waited for more words but there was none.

"Who are you?!! What have you done to Yuugi?!!!"

"Yuugi…this body…. The inhabitant of this body is asleep." The being offered no more.

"Why are you here?!"

"A guide…. I am a guide." The being picked up the fallen stone. A bluish white glow emanated from the stone, interacting with the soft white light from the being's hands. Bakura watched enraptured as the stone flowed into the shape of a circlet which fit on the being's wrist with fluid accuracy. The being seemed ethereal, capturing the attention of everything with each slow, deliberate movement. There seemed to be an aura of calm around him. The being's presence seemed to have stopped time itself. Each movement was calm and controlled. He seemed to have an uncanny awareness of everything. "I'll be your guide until we reach our destination. I may come back to this body from time to time. I am merely a guide." Those words held a deep sense of foreboding; each word spoken slowly, and softly. Bakura and Jounouchi could only nod. They wanted to protest, but could not. They felt compelled to listen, to follow without question. Without further ado they headed off in whatever direction the being led them.

Yuugi opened his eyes in his soul-room. He had been asleep. That realization made panic set in. If he was in his soul-room, Yami was in control. Why was he *asleep* then? Yami had never made him fall asleep since he had found out about his other self. Yuugi jumped out bed and raced to the door, and then, the other's door. The other's door was thick, ancient, forbidding. Thick vein-like lines originated from the central eye and traveled throughout the door. The eye seemed to stare at Yuugi almost sadly as he tried to open the door.

Yuugi started to panic. The door was locked. That door was never locked. What frightened him most was that he no longer felt that warmth that was his yami's presence behind the door. Each knock reverberated within the empty walls and lonely echoes filled his ears. He called his Yami's name again and again. Suddenly, he felt something. He had acquired the attention of something, something so coldly pure, like snow. The eye on the door looked empty, if a mere engraving could look that way. Yuugi turned slowly in the dark hallway between the two doors. Something was coming. The very idea that *something* was in his body, that that something had access to his heart and mind was very alarming. Already, his mind was in the recesses of panic. He turned to his right slowly, preparing himself for what was to come. A cold, almost cruelly bright light greeted him. The being thought of how foolish it was to have not constantly attended the sleeping boy. Gentle rays of light reached out as if to embrace him. Yuugi collapsed, unconscious.

Note: Yes, yes, I know it's a short chapter. I haven't had too much time to do this. I haven't even watched/read/written any Yugioh for a while now so please forgive my writing. Please review, I need to know if it's worth continuing.