A/N Since I'm writing this before I have the chance to see who reviewed exactly, all personal thank-yous or comments will have to wait until next chapter. If you don't like abuse or cursing then I really don't think you should read this chapter then…I apologize now to all you fellow Yugi fans out there…this is gonna be cruel…but don't worry…revenge shall be sweet…so sweet you'll probably get a cavity. Oh…I have no idea what Yugi's parent's look like or what their names are so I made them up! Don't blame me…blame America for making the manga $16.75 an issue here…that's a whole lota cash! @.@

Disclaimer *gasp* I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! 0.0''' Damn…after all that time I wasted pretending I did…I really can't believe it…*gasps again* OMG I own my own characters…DUH! Who else would own my stuff…~.+

Chapter 2

Giving Up Hope

Eleven year old Motou Yugi stood beside his father motionless. The elder man towered over his son, but Yugi took no notice. He was dressed in black and his normally vibrant violet eyes were cast down. Even his multi colored spiky hair seemed to droop. He closed his eye to stop his tears as the priest continued.

"We are here today to lay Motou Asitire to rest. May her gentle soul be welcomed at Heaven's Gates and…"

Yugi stopped listening. He felt sick and prayed he didn't throw up, again. He wanted his mother to come back but his father told him that she was never coming back and it was his entire fault. Yugi cast a glance at his father. It was clear he took after his mother, while his father was tall and blonde with steel like blue eyes, his mother had had black, red, and gold hair like his own though hers wasn't spiked. She also had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, a cross between violet and blue. He felt himself loose control as he realized again that her would never get to see those eyes shine at him with a pleasant smile or gleam at him with the love and tenderness that only a mother could give. No, his mother's eyes would never open again, and it was all Yugi's fault.

Yugi flinched as his father cast him a quick cold stare, which sent shivers up and down his spine. He had been like that ever since mother had died, so cold and unloving. Yugi could only hope that he would change back to the kind man he knew he really needed someone to talk with…anyone. He didn't have any friends, well no that wasn't entirely true. There was Mazaki Anzu, but she was only a girl from his school who talked to him on occasion and rescued him from bullies every now and again.

It wasn't until his mother was laid to rest and the service was over, did Yugi have a chance to see his grandfather, Sugoruku . For some reason his dad didn't want him to talk to his mother's father, but Yugi couldn't help it. He always felt so safe and loved in the old man's presence and he really needed someone to talk to. As soon as the opportunity arose Yugi slipped away from his father and took a seat by his grandpa. The two hugged and shared a few tears until his grandfather pulled away, sighing heavily.

"I'm sorry Yugi, but there is an emergency in Cairo that can't wait and I have to leave on a flight over there tomorrow. I'll be back in a few weeks though, ok?" the old man said, looking to his grandson for a response.

'I want you to stay!' his mind yelled. 'Don't leave me hear with him…take me with you…oh please just stay here!'

"I'll be alright." He lied, not even convincing himself. He was a terrible lair.

Sugoruku nodded, fully aware that Yugi was lying but not wanting to press the issue. He reached into the bag he kept by his side and handed it to Yugi, who in return stared at the package in confusion.

"That is for you." Sugoruku explained. "It's some sort of puzzle from Egypt that I found while on a dig out there. Since you really love puzzles so much I figured you should be able to solve it. I can't figure it out for anything." Yugi took the bag and was about to open it when his grandfather suddenly stopped him.

"Don't open it here…as a matter of fact don't let anyone else know you have it…ok." The old man asked.

"Yes jiichan." Yugi replied. He would have said more but a sudden familiar shadow had fallen over the pair.

"Yugi," came his father's voice, quiet yet commanding. "We have to go."

"Oh Takachi, can't you see the boy is upset? Why can't you just stay and let him be…" Sugoruku asked, unnerved by the other man's behavior.

"We can't stay, Sugoruku and you know that. Yugi will be just fine, won't you Yugi?"

He nodded yes, learning recently that when his father asked a question now a days, it would be best to agree. Yugi stood solemnly, clutching the bag close to him for some reason.

"Bye jiichan…" he muttered, unable to stop tears from falling.

"Good-bye Yugi. Don't worry I'll be back soon, I promise…" Sugoruku said, tears forming in his own eyes.

Yugi's father sighed impatiently as he half dragged, half pushed little Yugi towards their car. Yugi only had time to watch his grandfather wave sadly goodbye before the car sped off. He glanced down and felt the weight of the contents. Whatever it was it sure was heavy and it didn't feel like a puzzle to him. Yugi's attention was so into the bag that he yelped when something hit him hard on the cheek. He looked over as his father returned his hand to the steering wheel and flinched. He was gonna get it when they got home.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Crying like some little bitch, when it's your fucking fault Asitire died in the fucking first place." His father spat with rage.

"Gomen…nasai…" he muttered, trying hard not to cry from his father's words.

The other remained silent but his grip on the wheel tightened and his jaw became set. Yugi looked down at the floor as if it were going to help him in some way. He couldn't understand why his father blamed him for everything but deep down Yugi was almost sure his mother's death had been his fault somehow. (A/N Just to let you know Asitire's death was not Yugi's fault but he still feels guilty since there was nothing he could do to save her, get it?)

As the car pulled into the driveway Yugi rushed out and bolted inside the house. In record time he reached his room and closed the door. He knew his father was going to 'punish' him and he didn't want to risk getting the gift from Jiichan taken away so he hid it under his bed just as he heard the front door slam as if sealing his fate. Panicking Yugi backed himself into the wall as he heard his father's heavy footsteps up the stairs, then down the hall towards his room, then finally right outside his door. There was a short period of silence, like the calm before the storm, before Yugi's door slammed open revealing his father. Yugi only held his hands up, as if that would stop the crazed man, and his father backhanded him hard sending the small boy to the floor. Yugi didn't even have time to catch his breath as his father began to kick him repeatedly. Suddenly Takachi (that's his name you know…I'm sick of typing his father…) grabbed him roughly by his shirt and drug Yugi to his feet.

"It's your fucking fault, you worthless piece of shit. You fucked up my life, you little bastard." He growled, punching Yugi in the stomach. "I fucking hate you! It's you fucking fault!"

Yugi cried as his father slapped him before dropping him to the floor. Without a word Takachi turned and Yugi was relieved to hear the front door slam. That meant his dad would be out drinking late again and he wouldn't be there to beat him. Yugi painfully pulled himself up onto his bed and cried. His mom was dead, his father hated him, and his grandpa was away. He felt so alone. Yugi finally managed to cry himself to sleep, numbing his pain for the time being and forgetting about the bag from his grandfather. While he slept he didn't see the strong gold light come from under his bed only to die down and vanish.

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Sugoruku at back in his seat as his plane took off. Even though he was trying to calm himself, his mind was full of worry for his grandson.

'Poor Yugi' he said to himself. 'He's only a kid. He doesn't deserve this. Silently he looked out of the window at the night sky and he sighed. 'If only you were still here Asitire. You kept everyone together and now that you are gone it seems like everyone is falling apart.' He felt tears come to his eyes at the memory of his beloved daughter. She was gentle and innocent and Yugi took after her in more ways then he would ever know. She cared for everyone and lived to see her friends and family happy.

A deep frown crossed his face. 'But that was the problem wasn't it? You were so busy caring about everyone else you forgot to look after yourself. Why didn't you let us know you were sick… we could have done something to help you…something…' Sugoruku was glad it was dark on the plane, people didn't react well to seeing an old man cry. It took him a while to calm down and eventually his thoughts went back to the funeral yesterday. It hurt him to see how much Takachi has changed since Asitire's death. It was almost as if a part of him had died with his wife and what was left was a cold, heartless shell of a man. It disturbed him that Yugi would have to be around someone like that. Sugoruku only hoped that all his son-in-law was going through was depression and that he wouldn't do anything to harm either himself or Yugi. For some reason Sugoruku found himself worried.

'That's it.' He told himself finally. 'As soon as I get back I'm going to take Yugi for a while and let Takachi get himself together, maybe he needs help…'

With renewed hope Sugoruku relaxed a bit and closed his eyes, ready to slip into a deep dreamless sleep. He was denied that luxury when a loud tearing, crunching sound roared through the cabin (is that what they call the inside of a plane? I don't know cause I've never been on one.) Instantly screams of terror erupted though they were hard to hear over the howl of wind as the pressure began to decrease. Several objects flew past the passengers and out the hole but a single figure stood in the aisle, unaffected by the gale forcing past him.

He was tall and dressed in what looked to be black armor and he had a rather large sword in his hand. He appeared to be looking for someone. Each person he looked at seemed to cringe under the man's icy stare. Sugoruku felt his heart stop at that stare finally came to rest on him followed by a snare. In a quick motion the man came up to him and smiled evilly.

"My master has sent for you, Sugoruku Motou." He said, not yelling yet his voice drowned out the deafening wind. " Let us go" With that there was a flash of black light and suddenly the pair were gone. A few minutes later the plane plunged into the dark waters below, killing all 500 souls on board.

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Crystalia stepped out from the tube in complete happiness and wrapped a large towel around her small frame. (Breathe people she's not short, just thin…ok) Nothing calmed her more then a nice warm bath and today had definitely been stressful. It was her eleventh birthday and her mom was really starting to tick her off. It wasn't that she didn't love her, but it was her job she hated. Even on her birthday the woman had to work, leaving her only money and a gift on the table like always. Crystalia shook her head at her reflection in the mirror as if it was its fault. A flash caught her eye and she looked down at her gift from her mom. There was one perk form having an archeologist for a mom, you always got the weirdest stuff. This year's gift was definitely weird.

It was a gold bell around the size of a teacup and it had an engraved picture of from what her mother said was the 'Eye of Ra'. It seemed to glow with some inner light and it had a thick brown rope for a chain. When she had found it in a box on the table she had thought her mother had made some sort of mistake, but something had made her try it on and now she refused to take off the bell. To make the matter stranger, no matter what she did it wouldn't ring, even when she had hit it with a spoon it made no sound.

Crystalia peered at her reflection and frowned. She deserved weird gifts since she herself was such a weird kid. Her pale skin made it look as if she never went outside and her waist long black hair was plagued with thin white streaks. Not to mention her eyes were the weirdest shade of gray she'd ever seen. Her frown deepened as she leaned closer to the mirror.

"Onegai…don't tell me I'm getting a pimple…damn chocolate…" she muttered to her reflection.

"Well it's no surprise you getting pimples, hell I think your getting fat too." Came a cold voice, which sounded a bit like her own. Startled Crystalia looked up at her reflection only to find it gone and replaced by something else.

The girl looked a lot like her only her hair was white with black streaks and her eyes were an angrier shade of gray. Though the other seemed pretty her face only showed anger.

"What the hell?" Crystalia yelled stepping back in fear. Somehow she managed to trip and began to fall backwards, her head dangerously near being cracked on the bathtub. Crystalia shut her eyes waiting for the pain but it never came instead she just kept falling.

Abruptly she stopped and found herself standing in the middle of a vast empty, dark plain. She noticed she was now wearing long black robes with bits of gold sash here and there. Before she could speak the bell she wore flashed and the girl from the mirror appeared before her. She looked at Crystalia with pure rage and a bit of something else she didn't recognize.

"Who are you?" Crystalia managed only to receive a slap from the girl.

"Shut up you stupid girl and speak only when I command." She spat. "I have had to listen to your damn thoughts all day and I'm sick of listening to you. If it weren't for the fact that you owned the Millennium Bell I would have killed you long ago."

Crystalia looked at her in shock. 'This isn't happening…I'm dreaming…right?' she asked herself.

"No your not, my darling." Came a deep voice. Crystalia looked in horror as a cloaked figure appeared from out of nowhere. The other girl smiled cryptically.

"I was wondering when I'd be called. How long has it been? What has happened to cause my awakening? And what happened to that damn pharaoh who banished me?" she asked with building anger.

"It has been over a millennium since you last walked the earth and as for your other questions they shall have to wait for the time being, until my Lord has seen you." He said. "That is if you still want your revenge, Sakuya?"

An evil light shown in her eyes. "Of coarse I still want my revenge and as always my lord has complete control of my soul…and hers too of coarse." She said gesturing towards Crystalia.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she yelled, now both scared and angry.

"Her soul will please my lord very much…yes." Said the figure darkly. Crystalia felt her heart stop and with total fear she turned as if to run but something hit her in the back filling hear body with a cold numbing pain. She felt herself being lifted up before passing out.

"Pity…she would have done much better if she came willingly." Said the figure.

"She'll be dealt with Natako, don't worry. The seeds of evil shall grow in her and she shall be just like I was so many years ago…" Sakuya said, looking down at her other half with a somewhat pained expression. "Let's go…we have much to discuss." With that said the trio vanished in a flash of black light.

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A/N well that's another chapter down. I really hadn't intended on adding that part about Crystalia in the end but I changed my mind. Don't worry because you won't hear too much from her for a while. Anyway…poor Yugi…I really hate to beat him up like that…he's just soo cute and easy to pick on…Sorry! ~.~ Anyway please R&R and see you next chapter!