Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews for the prologue guys. I think I'm really going to enjoy writing this fic. Just remember, the couples Yami Bakura/Téa, Joey/Mai, Tristan/Serenity/Duke and Kaiba/Ishizu. I might change some of the couples later on or I might leave them. I want Marik in there somehow. I just can't resist Marik/Tea/Yami Bakura triangles. Oh and just so you know, the way I described Yami and Yami Bakura, are exactly how they look in the manga in ancient Egypt right now. Yami Bakura does have shorter white hair and a huge scar on his right cheek! And they both have the same skin colour as Marik and Ishizu, but with their white and tri-colored hair! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any other anime mentioned in this story, but I do own this story and all of the events in it are my own ideas! I don't copy other people.

Chapter 2:

Home Sweet Home

The door opened, creaking slightly. Two white haired boys entered the house.

Bakura sighed as he looked at his surroundings. "It's good to be home …" He turned around and smiled at Yami Bakura. "Welcome home! You'll be staying with me until you adjust to living in these modern times. After that, you can do as you please." He laughed. "After all, this isn't a prison." He took his shoes off and placed them on a small rack by the door. "Take your shoes off and do as I just did."

Yami Bakura eyed him suspiciously. "Why are you being so nice? I thought you were afraid of me!" He leaned against the door, his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

Bakura was in the process of hanging his jacket up when the question was dropped on him. He cleared his throat, trying to get out the right words. "Well … seeing as … we are both equal now …I –

Yami Bakura rounded on him and seized his shirt, hoisting him up into the air. "You have never been and never will be my equal! Understand?"

Bakura gulped and nodded. "M … My mistake."

Yami Bakura dropped him roughly and kicked his shoes off, placing them on the rack like Bakura had done. "Good …" He stomped off in the direction of the living room.

Bakura straightened out his shirt as he stood up. He finished hanging the jacket up and slammed the closet door shut. Deciding that leaving the former spirit alone wasn't a good idea he followed him into the living room.

***

Solomon was sweeping the sidewalk near the game shop as usual and humming a happy tune. He glanced up and saw Yugi waving at him. "Hey, Yugi! You're back early! How'd the … trip … go?" He dropped his broom when he saw a taller and darker skinned version of Yugi appear beside him. "Y … Yugi?"

Yugi laughed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Uh … it's a long story. Let's talk about it inside!"

Solomon nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead. Just what the heck happened in Egypt? He wondered, shaking his head as he followed Yugi and Yami inside the game shop.

***

Yami Bakura was stretched out on the couch. His arms were behind his head and his feet were crossed. He was slumped back, his legs hanging off the couch. How did I get into this mess? He looked down at his hands. They were tanned and scarred. So much pain … torture … death … these hands have seen so much … He clenched them tightly together, his nails digging into the skin. How could someone like I fit into this world? Do you know? He wondered, looking up at the ceiling, as if he was asking god a question. "You aren't the god I was taught to worship, but you are the god that watches over me now. Tell me … is the some sort of a sick joke?" He chuckled to himself. "Ironic …"  Pushing himself upright, he glanced over toward the wall where the kitchen was behind. "I wonder what that boy is up too?" Yami Bakura stood up and began to head toward the kitchen.

Bakura was hovering over the stove, sprinkling some seasoning into the pot heating on the burner. He saw Yami Bakura enter the kitchen and smiled. "Hey, good timing. I'm just about finished making supper." He pointed to the table in front of him. "Have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment. I'm sure you must be hungry!"

Yami Bakura threw himself roughly into the seat, glaring at Bakura the entire time. "Whatever …"

Bakura shook his head. That guy needs to lighten up. Maybe the shopping trip Téa arranged will work. Though I can hardly see how shopping for new clothing could cheer up a former thief and evil spirit…

Yami Bakura tapped the table with his finger, glancing around at the room. White walls, appliances, tiled floors, wooden furniture and a clock. It was very quaint, but also kind of soothing in a homely sort of way. He placed his hand underneath his chin and sighed. He didn't know if he was bored or depressed. They both seemed to fit him at this moment. He thoughts were interrupted when a plate was placed in front of him on the table. Yami Bakura eyed the plate curiously. It had long noodles and red sauce with a powdery orange substance.

"It's called spaghetti. I had it once before when you were … well … you know." He blushed and reached for his fork.

Yami Bakura smirked. "I remember." He picked up his fork and began to twirl the spaghetti around it.

Bakura was barely touching his food. He was trying to think of a way to break the news to him about the shopping trip planned tomorrow. He eyed Yami Bakura's clothing. A long red and white patterned robe, tons of jewellery, a white shirt and small skirt like material that was similar to a loincloth, bare legs with bandages wrapped tightly around them and his gold sandals, which were indisposed of at the moment. He defiantly needed modern day clothing. "Tell me … did you mind the clothing I wear?"

Yami Bakura looked up at him puzzled; he raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

Bakura dropped his fork and laughed nervously. He dabbed his mouth with the napkin near his plate. "N … No reason. It's just … you …can't wear that in this day and age." He pointed to his clothing and stood up, walking over to the fridge. He pulled out two sodas. "People would think you were insane …" His eyes widened in realization that Yami Bakura had nothing to wear to go out tomorrow. "Um …"

Yami Bakura placed his fork back onto his now empty plate. "What now?" He asked irritably.

Bakura handed him his soda, wincing when he practically ripped it away from his hand. "You can't wear that to … Téa thinks…she'stakingYugiYamiYouandmetoshopforsomenewclothestomorrow." He gasped as he regained his breath.

Yami Bakura took a sip of the pop and slammed it down hard. His eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Say that again?"

Bakura gulped. He could feel sweat pouring down his neck. "Téa is taking us shopping tomorrow …"

Yami Bakura snorted. "Téa? You mean that little brunette Pharaoh's lackey? She's always gotten in my way. Her constant cheerleading …" He stared darkly at his can of soda pop. "Who else did you say was going?" He asked in a dangerously low tone.

Bakura reached over for their plates, piled them up and headed toward the sink. "Me …Yugi and …Yami…"

Yami Bakura knocked his chair over as he stood up abruptly. "WHAT?"

Bakura dropped one of the plates. It crashed to the floor, breaking into a million pieces. "I … It wasn't my idea!" He bent down and started to pick up the larger pieces and toss them into the trash. "Téa wanted to do this..."

Yami Bakura advanced on the boy, twitching his hands as if he was about to strangle something. "I don't like that Pharaoh …and I never will. I am not going to go there tomorrow. You can tell your little girlfriend that she can bother with some else's time, not mine!"

Bakura blushed. "Sh … She's not my girlfriend." He stood up and reached for the broom. "Everybody knows she and Yami have a thing for each other. No guy would ever stand a chance at catching her eye other then him or maybe Yugi..." He swept up the rest of the pieces he could see. "Careful …you could cut yourself if you get too close. It's not entirely safe yet."

Yami Bakura moved closer to Bakura. He picked up a chunk of broken plate and in a quick and swift movement; he sliced his arm, causing it to bleed slightly. He grinned at Bakura's pale and greenish coloured face. "If you haven't forgotten … I LOVE blood and PAIN!" He threw the broke piece against the wall, smashing it into tinier pieces.

Bakura whimpered and back away. "I …I forgot." He self-consciously grabbed his arm, where Yami Bakura had originally cut it with a knife when he had first encountered Marik during Battle City. I have the scar to prove it … He walked around and behind Yami Bakura, broom still in hand. "Now …i … if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up this mess."

Yami Bakura's grin widened. He gave Bakura one more glance before he exited the kitchen. He noticed a mirror by the doorway and decided to investigate. He stared at his reflection and sighed miserably. He definitely wasn't handsome. He had that horrible scar on the right side of his face that made him look like a street rat. Back in Egypt, he didn't really care about his appearance, but for some reason, the thought of any girl seeing him like that here bothered him. He ran his fingers through his messy white hair. If only is hair was long enough to cover the scar. But unlike Bakura's his was much shorter. He really felt depressed now. All he had to show were scars … he wasn't perfect looking like the Pharaoh. He was just a filthy commoner that shouldn't even be here. He turned away from the mirror and took a seat on the loveseat by the stairs. Maybe a change of clothing would do his some good. Maybe then … he could look into the mirror and not be reminded of the past and the pain he went through. "Maybe..."

***

Solomon stared unblinkingly as Yugi had just finished his story. "That's…a lot to take." He smiled brightly at Yami. "But he is sort of like family, so of course he can stay here. I don't mind having two grandsons!" He laughed.

Yami smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Solomon shook his head and smiled. "Please, call me grandpa!"

Yami chuckled. "Alright…grandpa."

Yugi covered his mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. He ended up snorting which caught Yami's attention.

"Is something funny, Yugi?" He asked.

Yugi shook his head repeatedly. "Uh … no? Hey, Yami? Téa wants you me, Bakura and uh…the other Bakura to all go shopping with her tomorrow. You guys need new clothing."

Yami's eyes narrowed. "The other Bakura? Why?"

Yugi laughed. "Well…you can't exactly go around wearing ancient Egyptian clothing in the 21st century."

Yami shook his head. He leaned back on the couch, his hands folded neatly in his lap. "No I guess not. Very well … I'll go."

Yugi's lips formed into a wide grin. "Glad to hear it! I'll let Téa know first thing in the morning!"

Yami nodded slowly, feeling slightly uncomfortable for some reason. "Tomorrow then…" He stood up and proceeded up the stairs to the guest room which Yugi and Solomon have decided give to him to make it his own. "Goodnight." He said quietly as he closed the door.

Yugi waved. "Night!" He looked over at his grandpa. He frowned. "What's wrong?" He asked, noticing Solomon's glum expression.

Solomon shook his head, his index finger and thumb resting on each side of his chin. "Yugi … is this right?"

Yugi tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Solomon looked up at his grandson. "Well … people are only meant to live once. Do you think it's right that they are allowed to live again?"

Yugi nodded his head. "I think so. I think being given a second chance is a special gift that only the worthy deserve."

Solomon's expression grew grimmer. "But … does Bakura really deserve a second chance?"

Yugi's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. He closed his mouth and looked out the window. "I don't know grandpa. But I think everyone deserves a second chance." He stood up and stretched. "Well, I'm off to bed! Goodnight, grandpa!"

Solomon smiled. "Goodnight, Yugi." His smile dropped to a frown again. "I just hope this isn't a mistake …"

***

Bakura paced the floor, cordless phone against his ear and cradling on his shoulder. "Yes, I'm sure it'll be alright too. No, I don't think so." He paused and readjusted the phone as he put his science book back on the shelf. "Yes, he's agreed to go. All right, I'll tell him. Good night, Téa. Pleasant dreams." He clicked the 'off' button on the phone and placed it back on its stand.

Yami Bakura looked up at him from the couch. His right arm was resting on the back of it. "Something up?" He asked, not really caring.

Bakura approached the couch and leaned against the back of it. "Not really. I just informed Téa that you were going and she told me to tell you that she doesn't want you and Yami causing any embarrassing scenes tomorrow and to try and act civil." He stretched his arms out across the top of the couch, slightly brushing against Yami Bakura's arm.

Yami Bakura rolled his eyes and removed his arm, giving Bakura more room. "That girl has a lot of nerve. She doesn't even know me, how dare she think she can tell me what to do!"

Bakura looked over at him, his eyes narrowing. "But you'll do it, right?"

Yami Bakura shrugged turning his attention back to the television; he clicked on the remote, changing the channel. "Yeah … whatever …"

Bakura smirked. "Good. Well, seeing as we won't have time tomorrow, I've picked your clothing out for you tonight." He held up a tight pink top and purple Capri's.

Yami Bakura's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the garments Bakura held up. "I AM NOT WERING THAT! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? A WOMAN?"

Bakura's nails dug into the couch, he was trying not to fall over from laughing so hard. "I'm just joking!" He placed the clothing on a chair near the couch. "Those were my mother's clothing." He held up the real clothing he had chosen for him. "Here, this is what you should wear." He showed him a dark red tank top and faded black jeans. "These are my father's. He likes to go causal when he's visiting from Egypt."

Yami Bakura snatched the clothing out of Bakura's hands and placed them next to him on the couch. "What about you?"

Bakura shook his head and waved his hand in front of him. "Well, I am not planning on wearing the same this as you in case you were wondering that. I'm just going to wear my faded blue jeans and a light blue t-shirt." He moved away form the back of couch and sat next to Yami Bakura on the couch. "What are you watching?"

Yami Bakura shrugged. "Some show called 'Card Captors'." He said, staring blankly at the screen.

Bakura sweat-dropped. "Ehehehehe…"

To be continued…