Disclaimer : don't own Yugioh, hope you don't sue. (
A/N : (this is revamped and all, well, not really, but I'm reposting it because I took it off before. I'm really sorry it took so long, but there have been a lot of school things in the way, and I haven't even been able to get on my computer. : P That is just plain wrong. It's not right. It's some sort of punishment. I can't believe it!)
This is the Egypt time of Seto/Jounouchi.
There are also some other pairings such as Yugi/Yami, Ryou/Bakura (I sort of had to separate Ryou and the tomb raider and their names would have to sort of work for now.), yeah there might be other people, I'm not sure though.
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ADT Yugioh 2 - : -
High Water Region
--- [a sort of prologue]
Thunder clouds rolled over the small stone desert city ruled by a great Pharaoh, Yami. He held great powers from the Shadow Realm and controlled his city as well as his land with a strong arm.
Geographically speaking, his city, the capital, was settled in a sort of desert basin; a long time ago his ancestors had used the basin to lure in their enemies, for they thought that because the city was at a lower position, it would be easier to take. However, their enemies learned that all along the sides of the basin were traps, holes, and soldiers to kill them before they were able to reach the city. Thus the great city was preserved, and no other enemy dared to try and attack it.
Everyone thought it was invincible.
--- [onward to the story]
Jounouchi walked through the almost empty market place with his head down but eyes alert, trying the keep the attention away from himself. He mainly stuck to the shadows, and because of the thunder/rain clouds he did not have problems doing so. He thanked Ra that night was falling because he was about ready for a rest.
He was out of breath, hungry, and unbelievably tired. He had finally been able to escape from his master and although the penalty for doing so was punishable with death, Jounouchi decided a long time ago that his soul would have died being a slave to the man he once called father.
It had all changed after his mother and sister had died. His mom had died giving birth to his sister, but his sister was too weak to even survive, but before that day, he remembered the happy family that once was. His father had been neutral to him, but his mother showered him with love and filled his mind with hopes for the future. She was the one who gave him his first duel monsters card, without his father's knowledge. She also taught him how to harness his energy to summon them. Then, his mother was pregnant again. During labor, the situation turned from bad to worse, to down right terrible.
So, it was then that his mother died, and then that his father stopped being a father and turned into an abusive slave master. Every day of Jounouchi's life was spent in either hearing abusive words or his father's favorite thing, to say that it was Jounouchi's fault that his mother was dead.
Now, he knew that to be a lie, but he had spent many nights crying himself to sleep saying sorry to the heavens and is dead mother and sister.
He was lost. He had never been allowed to leave his household. He fingered the collar around his neck. It chaffed his throat raw and caused discomfort but the worse thing was that it kept him from calling his monsters. His father had learned the hard way that Jounouchi could call on his monsters to protect him.
The Flame Swordsman came to his aide when his father first started to abuse him, and after this his father had somehow managed to put that collar on him. It had been so long ago that Jounouchi didn't know if he still had the ability to call them. He felt so alone and detached. He still had his deck but would they answer his call? He didn't know.
Darkness came and with darkness, thunder cracked and water started to pour down from the heavens. No one was around and it had been Jounouchi's initial plan to move with the cover of darkness. He was already soaked to the bone and shivering to sickness. He didn't think he could move further, and he suddenly felt sick. He couldn't breathe.
No one saw him fall in the empty alley.
#### Meanwhile ####
"Pharaoh!" Seto exclaimed in shock, "No." He refused the sack of supplies that Yami was trying to give him.
"You dare say no to the pharaoh," dangerous tinting his voice.
Seto rolled his eyes, "Yami," he said simply.
Yami started to laugh, "I'm ordering you to take a vacation. It's just two days. Just camp out. The High Priest can pray in the outskirts of the city for just two days."
"I do not need a vacation," Seto said between clenched teeth.
"I'll banish you to the shadow realm," Yami said jokingly, "Or." he continued with a glint in his eye, "maybe I'll just throw you out of the palace."
"You wouldn't," Seto dared.
"Won't I?" Yami said evenly, "Bakura, Honda, remove him from my sights. Far away."
The two guards walked forward and tried to grab Seto, but instead they found their way to the floor as Seto threw them aside easily.
"Dark Magician," Seto heard Yami yell out, "drop him somewhere in a dark alley maybe. Far from the palace." Yami threw the bag at Seto and he instinctively caught it.
"No," Seto yelled, but before he could react the Dark Magician had already summoned enough energy to transport him.
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Seto fell with a thud on the hard sand floor of some dark alley. The rain poured on him and he shivered from the cold. The rain mercilessly fell and he clutched the sack to him. Seto slowly stood up, and started to walk when he tripped over something. He fell again and cursed Yami for his "vacation."
Seto looked at what he had tripped on and found it to be some body, some person. At a closer inspection he guessed that it was some boy. He growled and was just about to leave when he saw that the boy was shivering violently. Seto fought against his desire to just leave the filthy boy on the floor to die, but something drew him to help him. He sighed and easily scooped up the body. He noticed how light the boy was considering his stature, but it was too dark to really see his features.
Seto noticed that he was near the outskirts so ran into the desert for some space. Once out of the view of the town, Seto was already soaked and not once had the person in his arms stirred. There was just the faint, shuddered breath that assured Seto that he was alive.
He summoned one of his three blue eyes white dragon mentally. Without having to ask, his dragon carefully curled around the two drenched boys and slightly unfurled his wings to block them from the rain and form a cave- like environment. One would never guess that it was a dragon.
"Thank you,' Seto whispered while removing his wet clothing. He cast his eyes to the unmoving body on the floor beside him and decided to remove his clothing, too. It was a matter of life and death. Seto whispered a few magical words and started a fire. He rarely used his magic which differed from Yami's power because his power stemmed from something other than the shadow realm. He had his own reserve of energy that could not always be tapped into. He knew his dragon would not be harmed and the warmth was appreciated.
This way, too, he was able to see the face of the body he felt strangely attached to already. And what he saw shocked him. The boy, a little younger than he, had blonde hair and a handsome face, his body was scrawny and looked like he hadn't eaten well in days. The real shock was that this boy had bruises and scars all over his body. He also wore a gold collar that he wasn't sure he could take off without magic.
Seto couldn't help but peruse his body before he wrapped it in a blanket and brought him closer to the fire. Seto, himself, was only wrapped in a blanket because Yami seemed to have forgotten that Seto needed clothes on a vacation.
He could feel the warmth returning to his body, but he was worried about the blonde who hadn't gained consciousness and whose limbs still felt icy. Seto decided that to just leave the boy alone wasn't going to help him any, so making sure the blanket was securely around both he and the boy, he shook him slightly.
That was not working to wake him up, so he resorted to using a little of his magic to rouse the boy. When he did wake up, he looked worse. Not physically of course, Seto had never seen more beautiful chocolate brown eyes in his life, but he had never seen such fear, hurt, despair, and hurt in one pair of eyes. It made Seto's heart ache and made him want to change the boy's past so that he could make it all better. His heart had never felt such a thing before, and now, he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
The boy realized that he was only wearing a blanket and pulling it tighter around himself, he tried to move away, but found he didn't have enough strength to move.
"Don't worry," Seto said softly, the edge that usually was on his voice seemed to disappear. He was confused with his sudden shift of character, "It's raining outside and I found you lying on the ground."
Seto heard the boy mumble something so he moved closer to "hear" better. "What did you say?"
The boy looked warily at Seto and said rather defiantly, "You should have let me die."
Seto became annoyed by his answer and no matter what he felt toward the boy, his temper got the better of him. "Okay," Seto said simply, lifting up the blonde easily by his arm, "I'll let you out."
The boy looked confusedly at Seto and clutched the blanket around him. The blonde struggled a little.
"What?" Seto asked after feeling him struggle, "You don't want to go outside. You'll probably die," he stated matter of factly and dropped him where he initially lay.
"No. Please, I." the boy trailed off. Seto watched with sadness the boy just slumped to the floor near the fire and couldn't even brace himself from the fall.
Seto walked to his sack and pulled out food and water. "Here. Take it. You look like you haven't eaten in a while, and I already ate. I don't even know your name. that is unless you want me to refer to you as slave."
The blonde gingerly reached out to take the food, but answered before he ate, "Slave?"
"Your clothing and bruises told me. You may not have the mark of a slave but you were definitely treated as one."
The blonde looked downward, his father never had the time to scar him that way, but Jounouchi never left the house so there was no need for the mark.
"So, slave."
"My name is Jounouchi. You can call me Jou," what compelled him to add the last part was beyond him. He didn't know this older brown haired boy, but despite his initial feeling of uneasiness, he felt oddly safe with him. His brown hair, tall stature barely concealed by another blanket, but most unnerving were those icy blue eyes. Eyes that he wanted to fall into and never leave.
Trying to cover the fact that he was staring, Jou started to eat and realized how famished he was.
"My name is Seto. That is if you wanted to know." Seto had silently watched as at first Jou had just looked at him and saw the faint lush tint his cheeks before he started to eat.
Jou swallowed his food and sheepishly looked up, "Yes, I did want to know. Thank you, Seto, for saving me."
Seto relished to hear his name spoken by Jou, "So, by the looks of it, you ran away from your master and I believe you know what happens when a slave is caught," Seto said evenly, even though allowing any harm to come to Jou was the farthest thing from his mind.
Jou had started to feel comfortable, but stiffened when he heard the threat, "I-I will do anything. Just please don't send me back to my fa-" Jou cut off short and looked away, ashamed that it had slipped.
Seto was enraged. He caught on what Jou had been saying, but he hid it and kept his face even. He wanted to keep Jou and it hurt to think that he might lose him. 'Damn, why do I even feel anything for this boy? I shouldn't.'
Before Seto could say anything Jou got an idea that he hoped would work. Jou begged, "I'll even be your slave. Please, just don't send me back." Jou felt certain that being a slave to Seto would be better than going back to his father or being out alone in the city.
Seto didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted to say yes, but. "Hmm, I'm not too sure," Seto made up his mind, "I'll give you a trial and if you please me, I'll keep you and if you don't, I shall return you to your father."
Jou winced, maybe he was wrong about Seto, but it was too late for that.
"Hopefully, you ate enough because you should sleep now," Seto said.
Jou nodded and moved closer to the fire. He was feeling stronger but still tired. Seto watched Jou until he felt certain that he was asleep. He stood up and let the blanket fall from his shoulders; he had wrapped it around him but it felt too feminine. There was no longer any reason to cover up. He was dry, and it was getting quite warm, that and Jou was asleep. or so he thought.
Jou watched silently from his position near the fire. He could feel as Seto watched him and stayed awake to watch Seto in turn. However, Jou got a shock as Seto stood up stark naked and walked towards the clothes. Jou had never seen another male body before and felt.aroused. Sure he had seen girls too, but even then he never felt the deep burn of desire.
Without thinking, he started to incoherently speak and thrashed around making sure his eyes were shut. "No," he whispered.
He heard as Seto ran quickly by his side. "Jou?" he asked concerned. Jou didn't stop. Seto placed a hand on Jou's shoulder and immediately Jou stopped and whimpered a bit. Seto took his hand off and Jou started to thrash again. Seto put his hand to steady Jou and he stopped moving.
Seto took the hint and laid down beside Jou and placed his arm around him protectively. Seto felt Jou settle closer to him and couldn't help but feel. complete.
Jou smiled to himself, whatever instinct had compelled him to act like he did was definitely looking out for his best interest; and Jou soon realized before falling asleep encompassed by a warmth called Seto, that Seto was his best interest.
Seto fell asleep lulled by the steady breathing of Jou and by the warm feel of his skin. The last thought he had was 'What am I getting myself into?'
######## Somewhere between the Shadow Realm and reality. where time stands still.
Yami - not the Yami from the Egyptian era, but Yami from Yugi - watched as the events occurred. He had no idea what was happening and he only faintly felt recognition when he saw himself ornately dressed as Pharaoh. "Do you know what's happening, Bakura?" Yami asked without turning to face him. There was no exit to this place and he found himself stuck with the tomb raider.
"No, I thought you had brought us here just to torture me," Bakura walked beside Yami. The scenes that appeared were everywhere and both couldn't help but watch.
And as it were, they were stuck together for no apparent reason except as amusement for some higher power.
"I cannot use my magic here," Bakura stated, "Can you?"
"Had I my magic, do you think we'd be here together still?" Yami stated annoyed. He couldn't stand the tomb raider and couldn't help worrying about Yugi. Yami wasn't sure if Yugi was alright and he hadn't even seen him during the Egyptian scenes. He had seen everyone except Ryou, Tea, and Yugi. Yami sighed, and thought to himself, 'At least the tomb raider hasn't tried anything.'
Bakura was having his own problems. Somehow, he remembered everything from his past and he didn't want anyone else to remember, especially Ryou. If Ryou remembered then he didn't know how he was going to survive. He had stopped having a heart since. the incident. And even as he shared a body with Ryou in the present time, he could barely hold himself in check.
Suddenly he noticed Yami disappearing. It looked as if Yami was fading, and he just wasn't there anymore. At first Bakura thought that Yami had found a way out of this limbo, but realized that since Yami didn't remember his past, he can't be allowed to see what happens next.
It seemed that Bakura was the only one who knew what was happening.
A/N : (this is revamped and all, well, not really, but I'm reposting it because I took it off before. I'm really sorry it took so long, but there have been a lot of school things in the way, and I haven't even been able to get on my computer. : P That is just plain wrong. It's not right. It's some sort of punishment. I can't believe it!)
This is the Egypt time of Seto/Jounouchi.
There are also some other pairings such as Yugi/Yami, Ryou/Bakura (I sort of had to separate Ryou and the tomb raider and their names would have to sort of work for now.), yeah there might be other people, I'm not sure though.
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ADT Yugioh 2 - : -
High Water Region
--- [a sort of prologue]
Thunder clouds rolled over the small stone desert city ruled by a great Pharaoh, Yami. He held great powers from the Shadow Realm and controlled his city as well as his land with a strong arm.
Geographically speaking, his city, the capital, was settled in a sort of desert basin; a long time ago his ancestors had used the basin to lure in their enemies, for they thought that because the city was at a lower position, it would be easier to take. However, their enemies learned that all along the sides of the basin were traps, holes, and soldiers to kill them before they were able to reach the city. Thus the great city was preserved, and no other enemy dared to try and attack it.
Everyone thought it was invincible.
--- [onward to the story]
Jounouchi walked through the almost empty market place with his head down but eyes alert, trying the keep the attention away from himself. He mainly stuck to the shadows, and because of the thunder/rain clouds he did not have problems doing so. He thanked Ra that night was falling because he was about ready for a rest.
He was out of breath, hungry, and unbelievably tired. He had finally been able to escape from his master and although the penalty for doing so was punishable with death, Jounouchi decided a long time ago that his soul would have died being a slave to the man he once called father.
It had all changed after his mother and sister had died. His mom had died giving birth to his sister, but his sister was too weak to even survive, but before that day, he remembered the happy family that once was. His father had been neutral to him, but his mother showered him with love and filled his mind with hopes for the future. She was the one who gave him his first duel monsters card, without his father's knowledge. She also taught him how to harness his energy to summon them. Then, his mother was pregnant again. During labor, the situation turned from bad to worse, to down right terrible.
So, it was then that his mother died, and then that his father stopped being a father and turned into an abusive slave master. Every day of Jounouchi's life was spent in either hearing abusive words or his father's favorite thing, to say that it was Jounouchi's fault that his mother was dead.
Now, he knew that to be a lie, but he had spent many nights crying himself to sleep saying sorry to the heavens and is dead mother and sister.
He was lost. He had never been allowed to leave his household. He fingered the collar around his neck. It chaffed his throat raw and caused discomfort but the worse thing was that it kept him from calling his monsters. His father had learned the hard way that Jounouchi could call on his monsters to protect him.
The Flame Swordsman came to his aide when his father first started to abuse him, and after this his father had somehow managed to put that collar on him. It had been so long ago that Jounouchi didn't know if he still had the ability to call them. He felt so alone and detached. He still had his deck but would they answer his call? He didn't know.
Darkness came and with darkness, thunder cracked and water started to pour down from the heavens. No one was around and it had been Jounouchi's initial plan to move with the cover of darkness. He was already soaked to the bone and shivering to sickness. He didn't think he could move further, and he suddenly felt sick. He couldn't breathe.
No one saw him fall in the empty alley.
#### Meanwhile ####
"Pharaoh!" Seto exclaimed in shock, "No." He refused the sack of supplies that Yami was trying to give him.
"You dare say no to the pharaoh," dangerous tinting his voice.
Seto rolled his eyes, "Yami," he said simply.
Yami started to laugh, "I'm ordering you to take a vacation. It's just two days. Just camp out. The High Priest can pray in the outskirts of the city for just two days."
"I do not need a vacation," Seto said between clenched teeth.
"I'll banish you to the shadow realm," Yami said jokingly, "Or." he continued with a glint in his eye, "maybe I'll just throw you out of the palace."
"You wouldn't," Seto dared.
"Won't I?" Yami said evenly, "Bakura, Honda, remove him from my sights. Far away."
The two guards walked forward and tried to grab Seto, but instead they found their way to the floor as Seto threw them aside easily.
"Dark Magician," Seto heard Yami yell out, "drop him somewhere in a dark alley maybe. Far from the palace." Yami threw the bag at Seto and he instinctively caught it.
"No," Seto yelled, but before he could react the Dark Magician had already summoned enough energy to transport him.
----------
Seto fell with a thud on the hard sand floor of some dark alley. The rain poured on him and he shivered from the cold. The rain mercilessly fell and he clutched the sack to him. Seto slowly stood up, and started to walk when he tripped over something. He fell again and cursed Yami for his "vacation."
Seto looked at what he had tripped on and found it to be some body, some person. At a closer inspection he guessed that it was some boy. He growled and was just about to leave when he saw that the boy was shivering violently. Seto fought against his desire to just leave the filthy boy on the floor to die, but something drew him to help him. He sighed and easily scooped up the body. He noticed how light the boy was considering his stature, but it was too dark to really see his features.
Seto noticed that he was near the outskirts so ran into the desert for some space. Once out of the view of the town, Seto was already soaked and not once had the person in his arms stirred. There was just the faint, shuddered breath that assured Seto that he was alive.
He summoned one of his three blue eyes white dragon mentally. Without having to ask, his dragon carefully curled around the two drenched boys and slightly unfurled his wings to block them from the rain and form a cave- like environment. One would never guess that it was a dragon.
"Thank you,' Seto whispered while removing his wet clothing. He cast his eyes to the unmoving body on the floor beside him and decided to remove his clothing, too. It was a matter of life and death. Seto whispered a few magical words and started a fire. He rarely used his magic which differed from Yami's power because his power stemmed from something other than the shadow realm. He had his own reserve of energy that could not always be tapped into. He knew his dragon would not be harmed and the warmth was appreciated.
This way, too, he was able to see the face of the body he felt strangely attached to already. And what he saw shocked him. The boy, a little younger than he, had blonde hair and a handsome face, his body was scrawny and looked like he hadn't eaten well in days. The real shock was that this boy had bruises and scars all over his body. He also wore a gold collar that he wasn't sure he could take off without magic.
Seto couldn't help but peruse his body before he wrapped it in a blanket and brought him closer to the fire. Seto, himself, was only wrapped in a blanket because Yami seemed to have forgotten that Seto needed clothes on a vacation.
He could feel the warmth returning to his body, but he was worried about the blonde who hadn't gained consciousness and whose limbs still felt icy. Seto decided that to just leave the boy alone wasn't going to help him any, so making sure the blanket was securely around both he and the boy, he shook him slightly.
That was not working to wake him up, so he resorted to using a little of his magic to rouse the boy. When he did wake up, he looked worse. Not physically of course, Seto had never seen more beautiful chocolate brown eyes in his life, but he had never seen such fear, hurt, despair, and hurt in one pair of eyes. It made Seto's heart ache and made him want to change the boy's past so that he could make it all better. His heart had never felt such a thing before, and now, he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
The boy realized that he was only wearing a blanket and pulling it tighter around himself, he tried to move away, but found he didn't have enough strength to move.
"Don't worry," Seto said softly, the edge that usually was on his voice seemed to disappear. He was confused with his sudden shift of character, "It's raining outside and I found you lying on the ground."
Seto heard the boy mumble something so he moved closer to "hear" better. "What did you say?"
The boy looked warily at Seto and said rather defiantly, "You should have let me die."
Seto became annoyed by his answer and no matter what he felt toward the boy, his temper got the better of him. "Okay," Seto said simply, lifting up the blonde easily by his arm, "I'll let you out."
The boy looked confusedly at Seto and clutched the blanket around him. The blonde struggled a little.
"What?" Seto asked after feeling him struggle, "You don't want to go outside. You'll probably die," he stated matter of factly and dropped him where he initially lay.
"No. Please, I." the boy trailed off. Seto watched with sadness the boy just slumped to the floor near the fire and couldn't even brace himself from the fall.
Seto walked to his sack and pulled out food and water. "Here. Take it. You look like you haven't eaten in a while, and I already ate. I don't even know your name. that is unless you want me to refer to you as slave."
The blonde gingerly reached out to take the food, but answered before he ate, "Slave?"
"Your clothing and bruises told me. You may not have the mark of a slave but you were definitely treated as one."
The blonde looked downward, his father never had the time to scar him that way, but Jounouchi never left the house so there was no need for the mark.
"So, slave."
"My name is Jounouchi. You can call me Jou," what compelled him to add the last part was beyond him. He didn't know this older brown haired boy, but despite his initial feeling of uneasiness, he felt oddly safe with him. His brown hair, tall stature barely concealed by another blanket, but most unnerving were those icy blue eyes. Eyes that he wanted to fall into and never leave.
Trying to cover the fact that he was staring, Jou started to eat and realized how famished he was.
"My name is Seto. That is if you wanted to know." Seto had silently watched as at first Jou had just looked at him and saw the faint lush tint his cheeks before he started to eat.
Jou swallowed his food and sheepishly looked up, "Yes, I did want to know. Thank you, Seto, for saving me."
Seto relished to hear his name spoken by Jou, "So, by the looks of it, you ran away from your master and I believe you know what happens when a slave is caught," Seto said evenly, even though allowing any harm to come to Jou was the farthest thing from his mind.
Jou had started to feel comfortable, but stiffened when he heard the threat, "I-I will do anything. Just please don't send me back to my fa-" Jou cut off short and looked away, ashamed that it had slipped.
Seto was enraged. He caught on what Jou had been saying, but he hid it and kept his face even. He wanted to keep Jou and it hurt to think that he might lose him. 'Damn, why do I even feel anything for this boy? I shouldn't.'
Before Seto could say anything Jou got an idea that he hoped would work. Jou begged, "I'll even be your slave. Please, just don't send me back." Jou felt certain that being a slave to Seto would be better than going back to his father or being out alone in the city.
Seto didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted to say yes, but. "Hmm, I'm not too sure," Seto made up his mind, "I'll give you a trial and if you please me, I'll keep you and if you don't, I shall return you to your father."
Jou winced, maybe he was wrong about Seto, but it was too late for that.
"Hopefully, you ate enough because you should sleep now," Seto said.
Jou nodded and moved closer to the fire. He was feeling stronger but still tired. Seto watched Jou until he felt certain that he was asleep. He stood up and let the blanket fall from his shoulders; he had wrapped it around him but it felt too feminine. There was no longer any reason to cover up. He was dry, and it was getting quite warm, that and Jou was asleep. or so he thought.
Jou watched silently from his position near the fire. He could feel as Seto watched him and stayed awake to watch Seto in turn. However, Jou got a shock as Seto stood up stark naked and walked towards the clothes. Jou had never seen another male body before and felt.aroused. Sure he had seen girls too, but even then he never felt the deep burn of desire.
Without thinking, he started to incoherently speak and thrashed around making sure his eyes were shut. "No," he whispered.
He heard as Seto ran quickly by his side. "Jou?" he asked concerned. Jou didn't stop. Seto placed a hand on Jou's shoulder and immediately Jou stopped and whimpered a bit. Seto took his hand off and Jou started to thrash again. Seto put his hand to steady Jou and he stopped moving.
Seto took the hint and laid down beside Jou and placed his arm around him protectively. Seto felt Jou settle closer to him and couldn't help but feel. complete.
Jou smiled to himself, whatever instinct had compelled him to act like he did was definitely looking out for his best interest; and Jou soon realized before falling asleep encompassed by a warmth called Seto, that Seto was his best interest.
Seto fell asleep lulled by the steady breathing of Jou and by the warm feel of his skin. The last thought he had was 'What am I getting myself into?'
######## Somewhere between the Shadow Realm and reality. where time stands still.
Yami - not the Yami from the Egyptian era, but Yami from Yugi - watched as the events occurred. He had no idea what was happening and he only faintly felt recognition when he saw himself ornately dressed as Pharaoh. "Do you know what's happening, Bakura?" Yami asked without turning to face him. There was no exit to this place and he found himself stuck with the tomb raider.
"No, I thought you had brought us here just to torture me," Bakura walked beside Yami. The scenes that appeared were everywhere and both couldn't help but watch.
And as it were, they were stuck together for no apparent reason except as amusement for some higher power.
"I cannot use my magic here," Bakura stated, "Can you?"
"Had I my magic, do you think we'd be here together still?" Yami stated annoyed. He couldn't stand the tomb raider and couldn't help worrying about Yugi. Yami wasn't sure if Yugi was alright and he hadn't even seen him during the Egyptian scenes. He had seen everyone except Ryou, Tea, and Yugi. Yami sighed, and thought to himself, 'At least the tomb raider hasn't tried anything.'
Bakura was having his own problems. Somehow, he remembered everything from his past and he didn't want anyone else to remember, especially Ryou. If Ryou remembered then he didn't know how he was going to survive. He had stopped having a heart since. the incident. And even as he shared a body with Ryou in the present time, he could barely hold himself in check.
Suddenly he noticed Yami disappearing. It looked as if Yami was fading, and he just wasn't there anymore. At first Bakura thought that Yami had found a way out of this limbo, but realized that since Yami didn't remember his past, he can't be allowed to see what happens next.
It seemed that Bakura was the only one who knew what was happening.