AN: If you are going to read this chapter, make sure you have no objects close to you that you can throw, because when you read this, you are going to throw something. Sorry, its just that evil.

Chapter 2

The huge dragon shifted and aimed its six blue eyes straight at Yugi. Yugi expected a blast, likely to kill him, to come. It never did. "So Yugi," came Kaiba's familiar voice, "how do you like the place so far?"

Yugi was still recovering from his recent shock. For once, being in the presence of Kaiba's Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon didn't mean destruction. "I haven't seen all of it," Yugi replied, "but I like it so far." Kaiba nodded and continued,

"This is the result of my new program here. My dragon is unstoppable, so as to keep this 'realm' in order." Yugi thought Kaiba had a lot more up his sleeve than world peace; Yugi didn't know the half of it.

* * *

Marik flipped through the colorful brochure Kaiba had given to him. "Hmmm," he sighed, "make your monsters indestructible, eh?" We'll see about that." With that, Marik got on his motorcycle and sped off to the 'Dueling Realm'.

* * *

"Does he always talk this much?" Joey whispered to Tea as Seto blabbed about how great about everything was. Even the Dark Magician was bored; he was leaning on his staff to support his weight. Joey's Red-Eyes was having a ball chasing smaller more docile monsters.

"Excuse me? Are you Yugi Motou?" said voice of a man. Yugi spun around nearly knocking the man off his feet.

"Sorry," Yugi mumbled. "Yeah, I'm Yugi."

"I have been looking for you. I heard you won the Championship. That's a great honor."

"Uhh-huh."

"I just was wondering if I could pal around with you for a few days. You see, I'm new here, and I have just started to get the hang of Duel Monsters. I was wondering if you could help me."

"Uhhh, ok, sure," Yugi was a bit confused at this point. "By the way, what's your name?"

The man smiled in a malicious way, "Marik."

* * *

Yami was out wondering the streets. For once he could be away from everyone. It wasn't that he didn't like Yugi; he just needed some time alone. Once Yugi and Yami had found a way for them to part, Yami had been going away more and more frequently.

Yami usually just wondered around town, seeing people and places. He liked to walk in the park especially and see the kids play. When he was a child in Egypt, he never was allowed to "go out and play." In fact, he never really had a childhood. How can someone enjoy being little, if you can't even remember it?

It was like someone had racked his mind of every memory he had ever had; every feeling he ever felt. It was like having your soul taken out of your body, and trapped for years and years. That is exactly what had happened to Yami.

He was so lost in his thoughts, and trying to remember, he slammed right into a bypassing woman. "Oh," he said as he looked up at the black-haired woman, "excuse me."

"No problem at all," she smiled, her mouth barely moving as she talked. Her voice even had a twinge of masculinity to it, but Yami didn't want to judge her. "You are just the person I wanted to see." She continued that awkward smile. She was starting to scare Yami. "We have uncovered another tablet with ancient writings on it."

"Really?" This had sparked Yami's interest almost immediately. He had been to the museum a lot lately, searching the ancient Egyptian stone tablets for anything on his past. On the final tablet, it showed the battle of two for the title of Pharaoh. The part of the tablet that was missing was the conclusion to the duel. Archaeologists had been searching everywhere for this tablet, but none had been successful in finding it; until now.

"Yes, really," she was smiling even wider now. "And I wanted you to be the first person to read the engravings."

"You mean no one has read them yet?"

"No, the man who found them couldn't read ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs when he found it."

"This is kind of off subject, but would you mind telling me your name?"

"Of course. Ishtar," she turned and led the way, her black hair trailing behind her back, "Ishezu Ishtar."

* * *

"Yami sure is late," Yugi said aloud.

"Who's Yami?" Marik asked questioningly.

"Oh, you don't know do you?" Marik shook his head. "He is the spirit in my puzzle." Seeing the confused look on Marik's face, he took his puzzle off his neck, and showed the golden pyramid to him.

"C-can I see it?" Marik asked reaching for the puzzle, his eyes never leaving the golden object.

"Uhhhhh, ok, I guess," Yugi murmured, handing the puzzle over to Marik, who's eyes where a lit with a purple fire. His face turned pale as he rubbed the puzzle between his hands, and his eyes got brighter. His whole face lit up, and-

But nothing else happened, because Yugi snatched the puzzle back, and held it to his chest breathing rapidly. Marik regained his composure, and said, "Everything ok?"

Yugi managed to let out a 'yes', and continued on with his earlier conversation, keeping he and his puzzle at a distance. "I still wonder what happened to Yami."

But Marik didn't hear Yugi, because as the naïve boy sat flipping through some magazines, Marik sat in the corner mouthing words, and clutching his Millennium Rod.

* * *

Yami followed Ishezu all the way into the back of the museum and watched as she pulled the sheet from the tablet. It cascaded to the floor in a flurry of white ripples. Yami walked over to the tablet and rubbed his fingers across it. "I can not read this," he said after a time. "It is foreign to me, as if made differently. Would you mind reading for me?"

Ishezu nodded, and got down next to Yami. She closed her eyes and placed her hand on the cold stone, rubbing every trace in the rock. How can she read it with her eyes closed? Yami though to himself, but he decided not to say anything since she was the one helping him.

As her fingers neared the bottom, her eyes bolted open, and she re-read the last line. "What is it?" Yami urged, now horror stricken with the results. She re-read it one last time, making sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

"Yami," she drew in a deep breath and exhaled sharply, "you're not the pharaoh."

AN: Hahaha! Cliffy! Sorry, but I need more readers and reviews too. Sorry this chappie is so evil, but ya know what it's like. So please review, and you *might* find out who's really the Pharaoh.