Author's notes: I finally decided to continue this (though it sure took me a long time to post!). Please enjoy my fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh (but all fangirls wish they did).

.:Chapter 1: Technology:.

As usual, I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Maybe an hour or so. I usually lie in bed for a couple hours, then give up and do work for Kaiba Corp.

Why is it that he makes me hate being alone? I suddenly crave being in the presence of people other than Mokuba, but it turns out that when I try, I hate it. I find myself hating the teenage world of fashion and fitting in, but the business talk is just as boring. Filled with talk of deceit and mergers, it's become bland. I'm not comfortable anywhere. It's because I crave the presence of him...and only him.

It's been about two months since he left...and he's become sort of an obsession to me...

I haven't been able to get rid of it...this feeling. Mokuba worries about my new sleeping and eating habits, so I tried to get rid of it, but it still plagues me.

.:Third-person POV:.

Kaiba sighed as he put on a tie for work. There was a big meeting today, so he couldn't simply go in his beloved trench coats. Putting on his coat, he got into the limo waiting for him outside the mansion

He had started going to work early. It was so Mokuba wouldn't see his tired eyes and sickly body. It was true...he was getting more ill by the second, but his body wouldn't heal itself no matter how much he tried. But there was another reason he went there early.

His project. His secret. Kaiba used his personal elevator and went to the top floor. There, he unlocked his office and went in. Instead of heading for his desk, he turned towards the wall on the right. He knocked on it. A panel sprung open, and he went inside.

This was a small room he had discovered awhile back. Kaiba had figured it was a place to hide for assassination attempts and such. There was a stairwell in the room that lead down to the parking lot and another route that ended in the sewers.

He turned on the light, revealing some machinery connected to a large glass box and the figure inside. The brunette sat calmly in a chair and swiveled around on it to see the readouts from the mega-computer. Everything appeared to be fine.

This was his secret...a body built by human ingenuity and not nature. Some parts of it were fake, and some parts of it were real. The human was surrounded by preservation fluid to keep the organs alive. The skin was real, made from skin grafts. There was real blood inside of the figure, to transfer vital things to different parts of the body.

However, some parts weren't real like the organs. The bones were light-weight metals so that they could simply replace broken bones. Axons and dendrites? Miniscule wires. The joints were also inorganic, though they simulated the functions of the sarcomeres. The color receptors behind the eyes were synthetic, and didn't wear down as fast. It all connected to a small super computer, the substitute brain.

The computer had several functions, just like a real brain. One section controlled functions like breathing and blinking your eyes, while another stored the memories.

Why he made the body this way? He didn't like the way brain cells simply died, with people becoming less intelligent with each dead cell. The brain had an automatic shutdown command...it only turned on when the organs died (or in the case of the lungs...both of them).

He didn't want this being he created to be immortal. The pharaoh, after a millennium of being inside of the puzzle, chose death over immortality. Immortality must have been so lonely...Seto understood that it wasn't something would wish for after awhile.

There was only one thing missing. Something inside...the person; the soul. The figure before him was merely a shell. Kaiba had created a thing of technology and nature, but he didn't bother to turn it on or anything. He could have easily made a fortune with this technology, quadrupled his profits, but he didn't. It was just...

This shell...it was modeled after him. Yami. The hair and the eyes were the same. This body was a memory of Kaiba's. He would probably never activate it. There was nearly no data in the brain. And if Kaiba were to try to alter the figure's mind to act like Yami...it still wouldn't be the same. You just can't make an imitation like the original.

But the figure had been just sitting there in the room for about a week since its completion. The logical part of Kaiba wanted to eliminate it since he obviously wasn't planning to do anything with it. Heck, he wouldn't even use it to...erm...pleasure himself. He would never sink that low anyway.

It was the emotional part of Kaiba that kept it. Yami was the one that had softened his heart...even if it was just a little, and he would never outwardly show it anyway. Thus, a person's emotions always win out over logic, so he kept it.

He gave a wistful look at it, wishing that Yami were really here. He wished the glass box was really a sarcophagus, and the android being was the pharaoh sleeping inside, ready to wake. He sighed once more before leaving the room to do some work.

As the panel slid shut, a sudden shock sliced through him. An ominous feeling. His breath picked up as if he were nervous, though there was nothing seemingly wrong with his office.

bro...ken...it is...bro-

He whirled around. What was that voice? Something was...broken? Chills ran up his spine as he felt a touch on his shoulder, but the creepiest part was, there was no touch at the same time. Just a ghostly presence that made it seem as if he were being touched.

S-seto...careful...

He spun to see behind him. A vision before him flickered then faded quickly. His eyes widened. It had been a girl, blonde with light blue eyes. She seemed so familiar, but the name escaped him.

A sudden ring from the phone snapped Kaiba back to reality. Whatever it was...he couldn't bother to be plagued by it...he already had enough troubles.

"Kaiba speaking."

"Seto, this is very urgent," a voice responded on the other side, filled with obvious worry.

"Isis?"

"Yes, it's me. Listen, do you have time to come down to the museum?"

He was surprised. He thought Isis had gone back to Egypt, though he sincerely hoped this wasn't anything about his past life this time. "No actually...I have a meeting in about half an hour."

"Please Kaiba, it's important!"

"No, I'm sorry Isis. What is it anyway?"

"It's-" A loud crash shrieked through the phone. "I must leave! Please be careful Kaiba!"

His eyes narrowed as he wondered for a second if someone had broken into the museum. Kaiba sighed and put the phone back down on the hook.

The CEO finished the meeting as quickly as possible. The happening over the phone gave him a bad feeling. He rushed down to Domino Museum as fast he could...only to find it was pretty much in ruins.

Kaiba walked up to it and briefly wondered why the police and ambulances hadn't been swarming all over it. Carefully, he slid between broken blocks of concrete and entered the crumbling structure.

"Isis?" he called. No answer. He continued to repeat her name as his hand grazed the wall constantly, trying to find a way in the near pitch black ruins.

Kaiba swerved around and watched the darkness as he heard a large block of concrete fall. A small crack in the broken roof gave him some much needed light.

"Seto," Isis coughed out. "Where are you?"

"Over here." They followed the sound of footsteps until they were standing next to each other. "What happened?"

"I-it was...the duel monsters," Isis replied solemnly.

"You've got to be kidding me. I thought all this bullshit was over when the pharaoh passed on." It pained him to think about it.

"No, it still exists. In fact, his passing made things even more complicated." Isis sighed. "When the Sennen Items were created, they formed a bond between the world of the monsters and our world. After Pharaoh Atemu passed on, the Sennen Items fell into a pit and were destroyed. But the bond was not severed. In fact, there is a hole in our realm now. They are getting in this way and are destroying everything."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Kaiba asked sternly. He couldn't exactly wave a fancy puzzle around and make miracles happen.

"You need to return to Egypt. I need you to revive the pharaoh."

.:Owari:.