Hicky: Hiya every person! I gotta update right here!

Trent: It's short but it's finally up.

Hicky: Shuddup! I'm gonna have another one up soon too. Got it all planned out up here points to her noggin

Trent: Hicky doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh so don't sue her... but the makers have every right to take the story, make the show about the cards and then send the entire series to Yams and Hicky who will go gaga and show it to all their friends. Is that what I was suppose to say?

Hicky: nods Yep! So on with the fic!

Exodia Obliterated

Dark began to make his way back to his room when he remembered a very important discussion that he had to have with someone. Celtic fainting and the duel had taken the subject off his mind, but now the questions were returning. He turned and began to head down a different hall when he heard a summoning. Yami was in the Shadow Realm again. 'You have got to be kidding me!' Dark thought angrily as he turned and made his way to the front of the mansion. It was now the designated gathering place for when Yami came. Dark was quickly joined by Gaia, Kuriboh, Celtic and Curse. The Counsel had come together quickly.

Celtic and Gaia started a bit of small talk while Dark stroke up a conversation of more importance with Yami. Before long Yami asked the others to quiet down and listen to what he had come to say.

"As you have probably already noticed, I have only gathered you five here for this meeting," Yami began.

"Heh, look at that! It is only us," Gaia finally realised.

"Umm, yes. This is very important, and I'd like you all to pass the information onto the others afterwards."

"Why couldn't you have called them all here and told them at once?" Celtic asked.

"Do you know how hard it is to make that many monsters listen to what you have to say? It's like-"

"Oooooooh! Harder than making Stupid Knight listen! Oooooh," Kuriboh said. Gaia decided not to take offence, or possible he didn't understand.

"Will you just remain silent until I have finished." Four of the five monsters nodded, Dark did not, he had been behaving. "Now," continued Yami. "As you know that last duel was in the Shadow Realm, and you should also know that it should not be happening in this time. That man we duelled, Maximillion Pegasus, has stolen Yugi's grandfather's soul." Curse opened his mouth to speak but shut it when he saw Dark glaring at him. "Pegasus has invited, or should I say forced, Yugi into participating in a Tournament. For what end I do not yet know but I fear something terrible. Yugi is in pain over the loss of his grandfather and is determined to win his soul back by winning this tournament. It is vital that you understand that these next few days of duels are more than a game to him, and to me. We will be fighting for a man's soul and we must be strong. I will be his mind. I need you all to be his muscles."

"Wow... sorry, that was kinda deep," Celtic said.

Curse now blurted out what he was going to say before, "He's here. I mean, it's here. I mean, the soul, Master Yugi's grandfather's soul is in the Shadow Realm!"

Yami raised an eyebrow in slight curiosity. "Is that so. I had my suspicions, but... are you sure?"

"We did all sense it. After the duel had ended, and Pegasus had spoken of another duel for higher stakes, we felt something come to the Shadow Realm. Something that should not be here. I suppose that was the soul." Dark confirmed what Curse had said.

"Well, that does make things easier. I worried he may have access to other dimensions as well, and for all I know he does, but if Grandpa's soul is here then... I'll need a couple of you to search for it. If his soul is in my possession I may be able to return it to his body, even if Yugi fails to win the tournament. Well, I do not need you to search right this moment," Yami said as Celtic and Gaia started to turn to go off on a little adventure search. "Take this time before the tournament to rest. Yugi and I need you all to be strong. But, I do need you to spread the word to the other monsters as soon as possible. I'll leave you now." Yami faded away until he was no more.

"I wonder how he does that..." Gaia wondered aloud.

"Gaia, stop wondering about things you will never, I repeat, will never understand and go tell the monsters in the stables about the tournament." Curse decided that if he could diss Gaia and tell him what to do he'd be happy. And it turned out he was.

"Well then," Dark said slightly surprised that Curse had beaten him to assigning jobs. "Curse will take all those in the dragon pens and in that vicinity, Gaia will do what Curse told him to do, and the rest of us will take the mansion floors. Celtic, floor three, Kuriboh, two, and I'll take the main level." Dark thought that he could hurry through the explanation of the tournament to the monster and hurry down to meet Exodia.

"But Dark Magician..." Celtic began to ask. "... since you live on the third floor and I live on the first floor, wouldn't it make more sense if we switched?"

"You would be right, but I have something I have to do, and being on the first floor would get me there quicker."

"Oh, okay then. I'm off!" Celtic dashed off up the steps. Gaia toward the stables. Curse had already flew off. Kuriboh floated quickly up and into a window of the second floor hall. He then recovered from the slight conclusion and flew through the open one.

Dark slowly walked back to the mansion mumbling under his breath. "Stupid pharaoh....... make me miss......... chance to talk....... makes me........ stupid monsters........ stupid tournament....... stupid.... stupid...... stupid." By the time he was done ranting to himself he had passed half the doors he had to go knock on, and tell the monsters about the "stupid" tournament. He groaned and walked back to the start. He repeated the same process until all of the cards in Yugi's immediate deck that lived on the first floor knew what they had to know. His information went a bit like "Our Masters are going to participate in a very large and important duelling tournament. We all need to be at our best, duel hard, and rest up until the tournament begins." Dark lazily continued until he got to a door and no one answered. "Arg..." After another couple of minutes of loud knocking he realised that it was Celtic's room, slammed the heel of his hand into his forehead and continued his routine.

By the time he was done, his lazy attitude toward the task had gotten the better of him and he was much to tired to go and speak to Exodia. He could barely remember what he wanted to talk about. He climbed the stairs to floor three and made his way to room. Once inside, too tired to use magic, he threw his robe and armour on the floor, fell into bed, and kicked off his boots before falling into a deep sleep.

Dark seemed to really take what Yami had said seriously because, while the other monsters were out and about relaxing, he was sound asleep. He had slept through the entire day and the only reason he woke up was because his dream self was literally yelling at him to wake up and go talk to Exodia. Dark jerked awake and sat up. He looked at the clock on his bed side table. "Six forty-three p.m. huh.... hold on..... I've been asleep for almost twenty-four hours! For the sake of Amon!!!!" He jumped out of bed, snapped into some casual clothes of his trademark colours and sped down to Exodia's room as fast as his legs could take him. Obviously he was too mad at himself for sleeping so long that he forgot he could teleport there.

Dark arrived outside Exodia's door panting slightly. He was fit of course, but a sprint from his third floor room to Exodia's on the second basement level would make anyone a bit tired. After regaining his composure he knocked several times.

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Exodia had been expecting Dark ever since the party. Dark seemed very serious in that one sentence of mental message. He found it somewhat odd that Dark had not already come to chat. When the knock came he knew it was him. "Come in Dark Magician." As the door began to open the strangest feeling came over Exodia as an eerie cackle rang through his mind. It lasted less than a second and then it was gone. And along with it went Exodia.

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Dark open the door, almost relieved that he had heard Exodia's voice. No more putting this off. Even though it seemed that everyone was against him, even the gods. "Exodia, it's time we had our talk," Dark said as he stepped inside and closed the door. He looked around the room but no one was there. "Exodia?" Dark asked while scanning the room a second, then third time. "What the- he was just here wasn't he? I heard him." Dark, getting angry, walked around the room until he came upon a letter with his name on the top. "Oh yes, now it all makes sense..." Dark said annoyed. "First he's here, and within a couple of seconds he's gone and then there's a letter addressed to me. Well let's read it then."

Dark Magician,

I thought it might be best if I wrote you an explanation rather than have to listen to your argument over the matter. It is true what I said before. I do know your past. I know the past of every monster that served Master Yami five thousand years ago. The reason I know this and you do not is simple. The Pharaoh summoned me then, and I had not been summoned since. Then a few days ago, the same Pharaoh, through another, summoned me again. You have memory of only the master you serve, others are lost. Old lives are lost each time you receive a new master. Before Yugi you had a life. That one I do not know about, and you will never know it either. You have lived for five millennium and yet you only remember the few days that have been your new life, and whatever fragments you can retrieve from your first life with the Pharaoh. Doesn't sound too great does it? The fact is that if you do not know your past, your are not meant to, and I can not tell you what it was. I will say however that through the ages time does repeat itself and soul mates will continue to find one another. You'll know yourself soon enough Dark. Think about it for a while and you will see.

Dark read the letter several times and frowned when he got to the part that had be heavily blackened out. He tried using magic to fix it but that didn't work. He was determined to know what that last sentence was. It could be something that Dark shouldn't know, so he had to read it. After a while of pondering he looked back to the desk where he had found the letter. There was a pad of paper, a pen and a pencil off to the side. 'Hmm,' Dark thought. He took the pencil and lightly shaded the entire paper. Sure enough, Exodia had written hard enough for the indent of the letters to be revealed. Dark checked to make sure it was the same letter then quickly went to the bottom where it had been blackened out. "Thank you Amon!" He almost yelled when he saw that Exodia had blackened the sentence out after removing it from the pad. The final sentence of the letter read:

He'll be yours again soon my friend. Just wait and see.

Dark put his hand on the desk to steady himself. His mind screamed 'what the hell do you mean HE!' While a name escaped his lips as nothing more than a whisper, "Celtic....." 'Oh.' His mind seemed to have some kind of understanding now, but there was much more to come. He wrote down the last line on the letter and took it back to his room. This would be a lot to process.

Dark didn't sleep that night. Why would he when he had already slept the whole day. He brooded over the letter for hours. He was absolutely vexed that he had lived so long and had no memory of it. He didn't see how that was fair. He couldn't understand why something so harsh could happen time and again. He considered telling the others that they had had past lives, but it wouldn't matter. Either they would not believe him, or they would be confused because they couldn't remember any of them. Dark couldn't even remember his life with the Pharaoh as master. That seemed odd to him. According to Exodia's letter he should remember more than he did. Could it just be that it was to long ago, or could it be something else as well. What took up more of his time were those last two sentences. Dark was fighting an mental battle over them. Part of him was attempting to get the fact across that two men being together just wasn't right. The other side wasn't listening much. 'But it's Celtic,' was a continuous response. Dark wasn't sure how he felt in the first place, so it was hard for either of the two sides to gain any ground on the subject.

He thought about who he might be able to talk to. Non of the other monsters of Yugi and Yami's deck could help. They had just as much memory about their lives as Dark had about his. It was unlikely that they could know more about him than he himself did. He considered the cards that lived on Solomon's Card Shop floors. But he didn't remember if he was friends with any of them, let alone who they might be. He gave up that idea quickly. Next he thought that maybe if he just went on with his life things would fall into place. But he was too impatient for that to work. Maybe if he hadn't read those two sentences it would all be fine, but since he had, he had to know what it meant. He had to know who he was.

Hicky: So whad'd you all think? I liked it so I'm happy. Well, review if you want to say something nice!

Trent: Dark doesn't know who he is, haha.

Dark: I still know how to use my magic.

Trent: OO Shit!

Dark: Dark Magic Attack!!!!!

Hicky: EEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE.s