It was strangely quiet as I followed the younger Bakura through the palace's corridors. Too quiet. Dead quiet. I noticed quickly that this ancient Egyptian past self of Bakura walked hunched over stealthily and was quick to look where he was going before he raced out into the open and across a hall way before motioning me across. I also began to notice he cringed ever time my own feet stumbled on things.

The palace was not much warmer than it was outside. We were a few stories up, and there were huge windows, without glass, of course, every ten or twenty feet or so. They had huge curtains trailing around them, but I could see outside the palace walls at evey window we passed. Yugi and his friends drew closer, and I began to wonder why I had turned traitorous on them anyways.

/Well./ I thought to myself, turning my head back to the path in front of me, /I have no regrets now./ I pulled Yami Bakura's coat closer around me for what seemed the millionth time since I'd started following his past self. It was odd how such a unbearibly hot country can be just as unbearibly cold at night.

"You know," said Bakura-chan, breaking the silence, "The people in the local cities call me Touzoku-ou. You seem to have trouble finding a name for me." He turned his head over his shoulder and smirked, "Perhaps you should call me that."

/Ou... ou... what name had an "ou" in it that was so familar?? Oh. Yuugiou, King of Games. What did this name mean?/

//Touzoku-ou.... Oh yes. I remember hearing about him. The name means Thief King, or, King of Thieves.//

/Oh. He must be really well known then./

//Notoriously so.//said Neramsis, her voice grim, //He desicrated all my previous family's tombs. Looted every bit of my inheritance and sold it out on the black market.//

Well, now "Touzoku" had his head turned back around and he had stopped and was staring at something out the window. I looked down to see what he was gazing at, just as heard him grunt, "Damn this is stupid."

I blinked and recoiled. That was a sudden change in attitude for him.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

He gave a long sigh and stared upwards out the window, now gazing longingly at the full moon.

"What." he said bitterly, "Has he got..." he turned his head at me and his eyes met mine with a glare that's meaning had been lost to me, and then he finished his sentence, "That I don't?"

"....." he was referring to Yami Bakura, I had nothing to say... there wasn't much difference.

"Well?" he snapped, "You see? Right there."

He began to pace down the hall. I wondering why he had loosened up so much? Wouldn't someone hear our converstaion? I looked at the doors near us nervously.

I felt arms fall to rest on my shoulders, "I'm not helping him. You understand me? I'm not helping my future self get what's rightfully mine. I will find the items before he does!! If your not going to help me, then your just a hinderence."

I blinked up at Touzoku's face lit up by the moonlight. The scar on his cheek stood out, but his eyes were serious and calm. I'm not sure what he wanted me to say. He closed his eyes and sighed again.

"He and I have the same goals. We've done the same things, except for this. This didn't happen when he was me, I'm not sure how I know, but it just didn't happen. If he were me, I'm sure he'd understand what I'm going to do.... I need those seven items, all of them, to place them in the temple at Kuruelna. I won't let him have them."

His eyes closed tighter, and his grip on my shoulders did as well. I had no idea what he was up to. I was sort of worried for myself at the moment, but I also felt sorry for him some how.

"Let me tell you... Kuruelna is my home town. It's long been since destroyed by the pharaoh and his priests. The towns people's bones was melted into those items as well as the gold. The Sennen Items are rightfully mine, I need to put them into the temple to put their spirits to peace, and to get my revenge on the pharaoh. I will get the power from those items, I won't let anyone else do it for me. Not even my furture self...."

/Oh..../I mentally gasped, /I see.../

//I wasn't aware of this. Wait....// I felt a sudden surge of anger from Neramsis. //I told my brother not to use shadow magic like that. What if.... what if... The priests poisoned me to death and made me into an item, resurrected me with shadow magic. My brother wouldn't have known!! The priests killed me!!//

"The priests..?" I muttered aloud.

"Hn?" Touzoku asked.

"The eighth item. The chain!! They killed Neramsis!" I pulled the chain away from my neck. It's as if I'm wearing a dead girl's jewelry!! And the other items, its the same way. That's just sick and wrong.

Touzoku seemed to see I was thinking this as well.

"Those are some messed up priests."

He nodded, "Now will you help me?"

I looked back up at him.

"Yes." said Neramsis for me, not that I had any objection, but if Yami Bakura and him were alike in their goals, I would be helping them both. And that would be alright, right?