The Hot Chick-glad you think it's cool, well here's another update

Kaimara-here you go!

Ceribi Motou-glad you like it, making Seto nice has made me very nervous throughout the entire story so far and I'm glad it's liked

ShamanQueens-Thanks!

Ok, took a bit longer than expected. I've been gone quite a while. As of now I have a major writer's block so as of now I don't know when the next part is coming out. Any ideas are welcome! Sorry it's so short but I'm sure those that are writer's can understand.

"The what?" Ron echoed as he trailed after the rest of them outside.

"Nasty things, they tear out your very soul," Bakura's smirk was spooky. Katrine, a Ravenclaw jumped and screamed, clinging onto Noah. The very episode caused Joey and Seto to start laughing.

Noah swapped at Seto, missing him completely and knocking him into Joey. The three boys tumbled in a mess of hands and legs.

"Good day gentlemen," Professor Hartwood, the transfiguration teacher seethed as the three boys hit his legs.

"Hello Professor," they all chimed together.

"Mutou, the Headmaster is looking for you and your freaky white- haired friend."

"Me?" Bakura feigned innocence before almost everyone broke out laughing.

"Yes you, and both Seto and Joseph, go to the dungeons immediately."

"Yes sir."

"Calm down Pharaoh!" Bakura yelled at the twitching shrimp.

"But, the Headmaster." He quivered.

Bakura fell over laughing. "You've fought me, Marik, Anubis, Seth, Pegasus, and every other bad guy that tried to take over the world. Don't tell me you're scared of an old guy."

Yugi barely gave a nod as he looked wide-eyed at the huge statue of a bird in front of him.

Bakura smirked as the statue began spinning around, revealing a set of steps. They cautiously stepped up, their footsteps echoing on the metal.

"Come in."

"Good afternoon headmaster," they both said.

"Yugi, Ryou, I want to know what you know about the new happenings in this school." His eyes calmly scanned the two. "Ten students are in the medical ward just in the past hour."

"It's called a Shadow Game, headmaster. It uses ancient Egyptian magic of the Shadow Realm. It's controlled by the Nine Millennium Items."

"Nine?" He looked past his low spectacles as Yugi nodded his head.

"Yes: Puzzle, Rod, Key, Scales, Ring, Necklace, Eye, Bracelet, and the Mysterious Eighth Item."

"And which could lead to this?"

"Any of them," Bakura explained.

"Can this be controlled?" Dumbledore's voice never wavered.

"I don't know headmaster. It depends on who started this."

"I did," Bakura gave an evil smile. "But I wasn't alone, Marik and Anubis had their fair share in it."

"Can it be physically fought?"

"No, not aside from the Millennium Items."

Dumbledore blinked his eyes, a little confused.

"The advanced text books on the shadow magic are commonly mistaken and amateur," Bakura snorted.

"So what is this 'Mysterious Eighth Item'?"

Yugi shook his head. "We don't know. Joey won't tell us."

"The elemental?" He echoed.

"Yeah, Joey's spirit is Anubis. He took control when Joey was sent to the Shadow Realm. When he came back he wiped our memories of the confrontation with Anubis." Yugi shrugged his shoulders. "We don't know anything about his item or Anubis."

Dumbledore tapped his chin thoughtfully. "What would it take to pry everything we could get from his mind?" He was sitting there with no concern over his face.

"He's never even told Seto. I don't think we can find out."

"Oh, there's a way."

"It's dirty," Joey grumbled.

"And that's new?" Seto shot a look at him and both jumped as they heard a voice.

"Hello boys." It was a ghost, his skin blackened. "I will be your teacher in the ways of controlling your Elemental abilities."

"Uh, sure," Joey muttered. "They've signed our death certificates."

Seto snorted trying hard not to laugh.

"I want you to focus, focus on your abilities. Stay calm," he said. Both nodded. This exercise was nothing as each formed a globe of their element above their hands. "Fire and Water," he mussed. "Two opposites bonded so closely together. Focus harder, make it grow." He told them quietly. Seto had no problem while Joey on the other hand was struggling. His small glowing ball was wavering and disappeared.

The ghost turned his cool gaze onto Joey. "You are weak," he boldly stated.

"So what," Joey snarled, the fire above his palm flared to life again, growing in size just because of his temperament.

"Your temper is your life force," he snorted in disdain at the younger of the two. "You won't get anywhere in life like that."

"How did you die?" Seto boldly tried to draw the attention away from Joey. He knew better than anyone that this conversation had been long going in the wrong direction. Making Joey mad, which was very easy to do, never ended all that great.

"I got mad and this is what happened to me. So he must learn to control his temper."

That'll only take a few millennia. Joey's eyes flickered down to his arms. The scars on them were horrible but it wasn't from fighting. It was from catching on fire so many times. He wouldn't go to the hospital. They would ask how it happened. How could he explain that fire was an everyday occurrence for him? It had been for as far back as he could remember, in the only home he ever knew.

At least Seto remembered his family. Sure, he was a bit bitter about it but that was it. He didn't even know his last name. The people in the orphanage said he had been shipped of from England, dropped off by his parents. They had said that they had heard they were terrified when they came and relieved when they left. Family was just a waste of time. He didn't want one.

"Do it again," the ghost's voice droned on.