Nefuit: I apologize for its shortness, but it is just the prologue. This story is focused on Ryou and a young girl introduced in the next chapter. This is my first attempted fic, so go easy on me, but flames are accepted. Although they will be redirected at Seto.

Seto: WHAT!!!

Nefuit: .unless he hurries up with his lines!

Seto: *sheepishly* Oh. Nefuit does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own her story plot, which is not yet revealed.

Nefuit: Thankies!

Oh yeah, Ryou is what normal Bakura is called and his Yami is referred to as just Bakura.

Prologue:

Ryou waited silently at the airport. For once, he was no longer trying to flee, but was patiently awaiting the arrival of an archeologist. His father. As usual, his father was swept away to another dig in a far-off land; leaving fourteen-year-old Ryou to fend for himself. Ever since his mother's death, Ryou was forced to take her place around the house, leaving him little time for friends. But his father's return promised change, for better or for worse was unknown.

"Ryou?" A familiar voice rung out.

Ryou ran to this voice and met up with the wanderer. The elder Bakura's face lit up at the sight of his son, whom had changed very little over his six-month absence. He then thrust a small package into his son's gentle, unscathed hands.

Ryou thanked his father and, expecting yet another trinket to go along with his growing collection, settled it, still wrapped, into his worn denim backpack.

Once back home, Ryou was sitting on the back porch turning the unopened package around in his small hands and gazing up at the stars.

"May I join you, son?"

"Of course, father." Ryou said, startled and locking eyes with his father's, only to quickly look away at his feet, out of habit, and brushed away a stray lock of his snow-white hair.

"I have many things to tell you, but first open your parcel." The elder Bakura said, a hint of eagerness in his deep voice.

Ryou gently slid the paper away and opened the box. He then gasped and whipped his head up as he held up a golden medallion, suspended from a rope cord. Ryou's father only chuckled at his son's response.

"It is from ancient Egypt and expected to be around five millennia old, dating back to the Amenhotep dynasty."

Ryou already knew this; studying Egypt is a must when your father is a renowned archeologist. Ryou just turned the rather large charm over, seeing a familiar eye in the middle of a pyramidal triangle, encircled by a ring of solid gold from which five blades dangled gently.

"The person I bought it from said it had something to do with a game called Duel Monsters." The father continued to explain, digging into his pocket and pulling out a card that was included in the gold item's purchase. Ryou excepted it and looked up, once again, at his father.

"I felt that you were destined to have it."

This statement shocked Ryou because his father wasn't one to go around preaching about destiny and fate; neither was Ryou. Ryou slipped the Ring over his neck. Once it rested upon his thin frame, for the first time, a gust of wind blew his hair about and the Duel Monster's card from his hand. He watched silently as the card disappeared into the cold night.

Ryou: Well, that was a little dull.

Nefuit: Shut up! I am new at this and need practice!

Ryou: *sniffle*

Nefuit: Awww. *glomps the saddened Ryou*

Ryou: Thanks..

Bakura: Where am I?

Nefuit: You will come in due time.

Yugi: What about me?

Joey, Tristan, and Tea: And me?

Malik: And me?

Yami Malik: And me?

Nefuit: Gah! Too many voices! I don't know who will be in this story yet!

Everyone: Awww.

Seto: Thanks goodness.

Yami: Thank Ra!

Nefuit: *glares in their direction*

Anyways, I won't continue unless I get reviews!

Seto: So please don't review!

Nefuit: *whacks Seto on the head and smiles innocently*