Aisha: I know, I know! I already have two other YGO fics and I shouldn't be starting a third, especially when I don't really have the time (thanks to school) but I just had to do this!!! I couldn't get the idea out of my head!

Summery: Bakura has separated from Ryou in conquest for the rest of Sennen Items. Now, two years later, a college bound Ryou, who suddenly has way too much time on his hands, notices that the government is changing oddly. What could this mean?

Disclaimer: Standard procedure, as always.

Chapter1: Welcome to Hell aka Your Dorm Room!

Moving into my college dorm had been the first thing that had happened all summer. Graduation had been a bit of an emotional affair, what with everyone thinking that they'd never see each other again (only to find out that we had all been thinking about going to Tokyo University.) After graduation we (being Yugi, Jou, Honda, Anzu, and Me) hung out for the first couple of days, but then started packing up for the big move; that first large step from being a child into the world of adulthood. Of course being home alone most the time, and having gone to a boarding school until I was 13, meant that I was probably the most prepared out of everyone.

Hmmm? Oh! How silly of me, I forgot to tell you who I was! It's me Ryou Bakura, that person that always seems to blend in with the background, even though as far as physical characteristics go, I'm pretty damn exotic looking. Right now you're probably frozen in horror because I swore. High school can do that to you… and so can my yami, Bakura.

…Bakura, gone for two years now. I never expected him to care about me, or even show me kindness, but still I was shocked when he just left. I mean he left me, HIS OTHER HALF, for seven cold lumps of gold. That's just a bit messed up, now isn't it? Not that I care, it wasn't as though he was the nicest person around, but still he was at least company in an empty house. Oh well, he chose his path (world domination, that power hungry fruitcake) and I chose my (college.) Which leads us back to my dorm.

The dormitory itself was situated about 100 yards into a blotch of trees, and next to a riverbank. Very scenic for Tokyo, no? Paths writhed and weaved this way and that before finally opening up into a clearing where the dorm (Banderman Hall) rose like a city building. Oddly, it was the largest dorm, and yet the least occupied.

With a little more force then I intended I parked my silver and black mustang (so sue me, everyone needs a little bit of excitement, plus my dad's loaded with cash! I didn't mind helping him with that problem at all, no siry.) Stepping out of the car, I began to make my way into the dorm to register and then get my keys, so that I could unpack my things, which were shoved in every possible crevice of my poor car.

The lobby was plain, with white walls and gray carpet, to the left was a stairwell, and to the right were three rooms, a computer lab, the laundry room, and a room with soda and vending machines.

"How can I help ya, sweetie?" Said an older looking woman, who was sitting behind a table that was overflowing with registration envelopes.

"I'm here to check in," I replied, somewhat hesitantly, if there was one time that I really wish my dad was around, now was it!

"Name?" She asked with a sugary tone. She reminded of one of those grandmother types.

"Bakura Ryou." (A/N: Remember, they say their names backwards in Japan.)

She shuffled around a bit, before holding up an envelope with triumph in her eyes. "Every year I tell them to get me a filing cabinet, but they never listen." She shook her head. "Anyway, here you are dear, the front doors are always locked, so you have a key for them, and you have a key for your room, which is number 315."

"Thank you," I said bowing slightly.

After hauling a good thirteen boxes up three flights of stairs it was only fair to say that I was exhausted. Nothing can quite take it out of you like that. I then proceeded to take everything out of its box, and set everything up on the left side of the room, which I had claimed as my own. My roommate had yet to arrive.

I was just about finished hooking my laptop up when I heard shouting in the hall. Quietly I went to the door (which was already open) and leaned in the doorframe. What I saw was shocking, to say the least, but humorous nonetheless.

Malik Ishtar, who had not been seen since the end of the Battle City Finals, was standing in the middle of the hallway with what looked like a water balloon behind his back, and a sopping wet Jou and Yugi in front of him.

"Malik, you creep!" Jou growled at him.

I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous Jou looked, which earned me a few double takes.

"Ryou? Is that you?" Yugi asked incredulously.

"Who else would it be?" I answered him. You might be confused right now. You see from the time that I moved to Domino up to my graduation I always looked the same. White sneakers, light jeans, and a sweater or t-shirt. After half a summer of going out of my mind with boredom and having access to more money then I will ever need, I decided to do a little experimenting. The end result was this: Instead of sneakers I had black boot, my jeans were dark blue and baggy, I wore a red t-shirt that had white mesh stripes where the side seams ought to have been, tied around my waist was a green and white checkered flannel, my ears were pierced sporting small silver hoops, large chocolate eyes were clearly visible behind small reading glasses, and my long white hair was pulled into a pony tail with a Tokyo U hat on backwards. Quite different from my old light jeans and cream colored sweater ensemble.

"Wow, you look so different!" Jou said wide-eyed. Honda and Anzu, who had just walked into the hallway nodding in agreement. They hadn't seemed to have changed at all, except for Yugi who had grown a lot over the past two years; he was about up to my shoulder now.

"Well, this was fun," Malik said enthusiastically, "but I have yet to unpack so if you'll excuse me."

"Jerk," I herd Jou mutter under his breath.

"Jou," Yugi said reprimanding him.

"Well he is," and just to add to the level of maturity he stuck out his tongue, which Malik returned full force.

"Room 315," Malik muttered once everyone had disbanded.

"315?" I asked him, shocked.

"What is there an echo in here?"

"That's my room," I answered, eyes wide realizing he was my roommate.

"Oh good, you're used to living with psychos."  

"If you mean Bakura, he left just after you went back to Egypt," I said, somewhat stiffly.

"Tough luck, my yami as well," he said, somewhat off handedly.

"Yugi's too," I replied slowly. This was just a little weird. It couldn't have been coincidence, could it? Then again it had been two years, and I hadn't even heard a rumor of Bakura, so maybe it was.

"Whatever," Malik shrugged. "So, got any good music, Roomie?" Malik asked smirking. I sighed; it was definitely going to be an interesting year.

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Aisha: And that was just pretty much the prologue thing, so that you know what's going on. I hope you liked it. Read and Review please!