Shadu: Okay, here's another idea of what might happen to Yugi when he's older.

"Remember class, finals are next week and your final essays on Egypt are due as well," the young professor told his class as they left the room. "Ms. Johnson, my office now," he added.

A young woman turned to the professor, who was making his way to the office.

"What's wrong Mr. Mutou?" she asked.

"That's Dr. Mutou to you, Seha" he corrected her as he held his door open.

"It's Ms. Seha," she shot back.

All she received in return was a warning glare from her professor. She gulped. She was in for it now. He didn't call many to his office. And he only made the troublemakers call him Dr. Mutou. On top of that, he was usually very respectful. He had said at the beginning of class that he did not like to pull rank on his students, but would do so if he deemed it necessary.

She slowly slunk through the door and closed it behind her as she made her way, cautiously, to one of the chairs in front of Dr. Mutou's desk. Dr. Mutou studied her from behind his thin framed glasses, which really only had a thin strip of metal on the top of the glasses and across the bridge of the nose, before he said anything. Taking a deep breath, he began.

"Seha, understand these two things before I get started," Dr. Mutou told her. "One, most college professors would not take the time to talk to you about this, but I am different. I care about each of my students and want to see them succeed. Especially if I see potential in them," he paused here to let that sink in. "Two, linguistics is not something you can look at once and be able to use the next day. It takes study, the constant repetition of looking over the symbols and words. In this case, symbols, this class being the study of dead languages. You can't just expect to look at the textbook, or notes, if you've even taken any, or even the manual I handed out, once or twice and then think you can translate something. I've got news for you, if you do that, then you won't be able to translate squat," again, he paused to let the words find their place in Seha's brain. "Seha, you haven't turned in a single assignment. That in itself is bad. But on top of that, you haven't passed a single class. In my few years of teaching, I haven't had a score as low as yours. A 23.3 doesn't cut it," Dr. Mutou, again, paused here. "I'll make you a promise, if you turn in the final essay, and pass the final, I'll pass you with a 60. If you don't, I'll see you next fall."

Seha knew why he had said next fall. Dr. Mutou was the only linguistics teacher in the whole school, and he didn't teach summers.

"But a sixty will look bad on my transcript," Seha protested.

"That's your problem, not mine," Dr. Mutou shook his head as Seha hung hers.

Before Seha could say anything else, the door banged open abruptly. Seha jumped and stared back at the person in the doorway. Dr. Mutou, however, was unaffected. That had happened to him many times before.

In the doorway stood a tall man with light blonde hair. He had purple eyes behind his shaggy bangs and various gold bands and other items on his body. He didn't wear anything too flashy. A pair of light brown jeans and a blue tank top. He looked at Dr. Mutou with a smile.

"Marik," Dr. Mutou grinned, standing to his feet and walking over to greet his friend. "It's been a while. And I see you haven't changed much."

"Yes, too long my friend," Marik agreed, taking Yugi's extended hand. "And you haven't changed that much yourself."

Yugi smiled, knowing it was true. He still had his spiked hair, which naturally grew that way. His voice had become a little deeper, but not much, and his stature had become slightly taller, though he still had to look upwards to see Marik's face. His eyes were still round, but seemed more proportional to his face and had lost some of their innocence, though they were still as violet as ever. Surprisingly enough, he still wore clothes that resembled his old school uniform, and the Millennium Puzzle still hung around his neck.

"Come, sit down," Yugi offered as he walked behind his desk again.

"Oh, well, it looks like you were talking to someone, I can come back," Marik shrugged.

"No, she can wait, we were almost done anyway," he stopped Marik, shooting a warning glance at Seha, who kept her mouth shut.

"Oh, well, if you insist," Marik sat down in the chair next to Seha.

"Seha, this is Marik Ishtar, a good buddy of mine," Yugi introduced. "Marik, this is a student of mine, Seha Johnson."

"Nice to meet you," Marik nodded at Seha.

"So, what brings you this way?" Yugi asked.

"Well, if you didn't know, my sister, myself, and a team of archeologists have taken up Professor Hawkins's research of Atlantis, since he is no longer able to continue due to his health and old age," Marik explained, Yugi listening intently. "We've made a lot of progress, but have come to a spot that we can't seem to bypass."

"Oh really? Why not?" Yugi asked, urging Marik to go on.

"There's a wall there that blocks any progress," Marik told Yugi. "It's got strange inscriptions on it, and no one of the team can figure out what it means. I figured that since you specialized in dead languages, you could figure it out," Marik paused, a grin coming on his face. "That, and it gave me an excuse to come see ya," Marik added.

"Always good to see old friends, and if they were once enemies, that makes them so much more special," Yugi agreed. "So, when do you need me? I'm more than willing to help."

"As soon as possible," Marik answered.

"If you can wait until next Thursday, I can leave then," Yugi replied. "Gotta wait until finals are over ya know," he shrugged with Marik answering with an understanding nod.

Yugi was about to say something else when an idea suddenly hit him.

Turning back to Marik, he asked, "Would it be possible for me to bring another person along?"

"Sure, who'd you have in mind?" Marik wondered.

Yugi didn't reply. Instead, he turned to Seha.

"Seha, I'll make you a deal, since grades aren't posted until finals are graded, and I'll be gone right after finals, if you come with me and write a ten page report on the trip, I'll pass you with at least a mid C," Yugi offered.

Seha nodded her head vigorously, unable to contain her excitement. She couldn't find words to say, so she just nodded.

"Would that be alright with you, Marik?" Yugi asked, turning to his friend.

"Sure," Marik agreed.

"Then that's that, we'll all meet at the airport next Thursday," Yugi informed.

Seha was so happy. She could finally make her parents proud. Little did she know, a storm was brewing.

Shadu: So, what'd ya think? Review, please. I'll take anything you got.