Oy, sorry about the no update. Holidays are such a ruckus. Anywhooo . . . coming into the final stretch of this story here. There are . . . two . . . three chapters left? Don't remember at the moment.

As Yami walked into the garage, he saw Chaos sitting on the floor, next to Bakura's Mustang. He had parked outside and had come in through the front door. Yami had looked all over the house for Chaos, and had come to the conclusion that she was here.

When she heard his footsteps, she looked up. The young woman's eyes had dark circles under them. Her face was a little pale and her hair was a mess. Yami could see the distress in her eyes.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked as he folded his arms across his chest. She should have been in bed, or laying on the couch. Chaos looked back behind her at the car.

"I was seeing how hard it would be to attach a cloth top," she said hoarsely. "Bakura's been meaning to get it done." Yami thought for a moment.

"You should be in the house," he said as he walked forward.

"Why did you go by yourself?" Chaos asked as she looked at the cement floor. "You knew that I wanted to go." Yami bent over to pulled her up.

"Why didn't you come yourself?" he asked as he began to bring her to her feet. Chaos swayed a little and laid a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

"Because sometimes I can't see clearly," she said softly. Yami began to steer her toward the house.

"You're sick," he stated. "That's why I left you here. You need your rest. I was afraid of this. Now come on." As they began to go up the stairs and through the doorway, Chaos gripped the frame until her knuckles turned white.

"No," she said.

Behind her, Yami stopped and looked at her with confusion. "No?"

"I want to see Bakura," she whispered. "I want to know that he's okay."

"He's fine," Yami said as he tried to push her forward. "But you're not. You can see him when you're feeling better."

"I feel fine!" she said as she turned to glare at him. Yami frowned as he saw the lack of clarity in her eyes.

A wave of dizziness overcame Chaos and she lost balance. Yami rushed forward to the top step and steadied her. The spirit shut her eyes tightly and tried to regain her focus. When she opened her eyes, she still couldn't see clearly. She once again gripped the door frame, but this time for support.

"Are you all right?" Yami asked softly. Chaos nodded in an unconvincing manner. Yami put his hand over her forehead and found that she was still burning up. "Come on," he said with a sigh. "Inside." This time, Chaos allowed him to lead her up the stairs and to her bed.

The spirit of the Bracelet sat on the bed and rested her head in her hands. "I feel like crap," she said in a hoarse voice. Yami tried to stifle back laughter. Finally, he was able to open his mouth without the fear of laughing out loud.

"Do you need anything?" he asked. Chaos didn't look up.

"You out of here," she said in aggravated voice. Chaos knew she had made herself look like an idiot, she didn't want Yami around to remind her.

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything," he said as he closed the door behind him.

"Fine," Chaos said in the darkness of her room. She allowed herself to fall back onto her bed and she pulled her legs up as well. She was so tired, and she hated it. Chaos laid her head on her pillow and felt herself fall into a deep slumber.

As Ryou woke, he realized just how late they had stayed up last night. For the past couple of hours, he had been waking up, then falling back asleep. Now, he finally decided, would be a good time to get up.

The white haired boy pulled himself out of bed and walked over to the mirror. His hair was more out of control than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes. With a look at the clock, he saw that it was ten-thirty.

After Mokuba had decided that they needed ice cream, he strongly believed that they needed to watch a movie. So they had watched a movie, eaten ice cream, and played Monopoly until two in the morning. Seto most of all, had been ecstatic when it was time to go to bed.

Ryou walked down the hall and found that the other two hikaris were still asleep. He decided that he would let them sleep. The boy then went downstairs for some breakfast.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw a rather frazzled Seto Kaiba sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. The teen CEO was still in his pajamas, which were dark blue. He was also wearing a robe that was the same color. His brown hair was slightly sticking up and he also had dark circles under his eyes. The paper was upside down and his coffee cup was filled to the brim. It was a rather entertaining sight.

The owner of the Millennium Ring held a hand over his mouth and ducked out of the room before he let out a few quiet laughs. If only he had a camera! He knew three yamis in particular who would have loved to see the prodigy in the next room looking like he was.

Ryou was finally able to compose himself and walk into the kitchen without laughing. He walked past Kaiba and went to the fridge to get some milk for a bowl of cereal. For the most part, the CEO didn't really pay attention to the other.

"It's best if you read the paper right side up, Kaiba," Ryou commented as he poured milk into his cereal.

"Don't tell me how to read the newspaper," Kaiba snapped groggily. "When I look at it this way the news isn't so depressing." He gingerly lifted his mug and sipped some of his coffee. "I swear, if Mokuba ever talks me into doing that again . . ."

"I thought it was fun," the white haired boy said as he came to sit across from the other.

"You would," Seto mumbled. "You don't have a company to run." Ryou got back up when he realized that he had forgotten a spoon.

"That could be it," he agreed. "But I guess I like to make the best of the situation." He sat back down at the table and the only real sound that was heard was the chair scrapping across the floor.

"How do you think they're doing?" Kaiba asked suddenly. Ryou looked over at him in a confused manner.

"Who?"

"The yamis," Seto said as he set down his paper. "Chaos was pretty out of it last time I saw her. Your yami's in the hospital, enough said, and the Pharaoh was out cold."

Ryou took his hands under the table and wrung them worriedly. "I hope they find this person soon! I miss Bakura, and I want to know that he's doing better. And well, I miss them all."

"I can't say that I really miss the Pharaoh," Seto said as he picked up his coffee again. "And it's somewhat quieter without Bakura and Chaos coming in here and causing havoc."

"Kaiba!" Ryou said in a shocked tone. He could understand the other thinking like that, but to say it to him or the others . . .

"What?" Seto asked innocently. "I didn't say that I didn't miss them! I merely was making an observation. I have to be honest with you though, I miss Chaos the most." Ryou nodded.

"I understand," he said softly. "I think I would feel the same in your position."

Seto nodded in approval, threw one leg over the other, and picked up his newspaper right side up. "Good," he said as he began to read the front page. "We are in agreement."

After that, the kitchen became rather quiet. Ryou finished of his corn flakes, rinsed out the bowl, put it in the dishwasher, and found himself looking for something to do. He stood by the counter for a few minutes, thinking of what to do.

He looked over at Seto. A question that had been floating in his mind for some time finally came back and started to annoy him. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"Kaiba?" The only reply he got was a grunt.

"Do you remember anything for Egypt?" At this, Kaiba sat his paper down and looked directly at Ryou.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering," Ryou spoke honestly. "I mean, you don't have a yami or anything . . . Yet you are the reincarnation or descendant, or whatever of the priest that battled the Pharaoh. I've always wondered if any memories have ever come up on their own."

"No," Seto said shortly, then picked up his paper and began to read.

Ryou sighed and walked out of the kitchen. "I guess that answers that," he said to himself.

At the same time, Yugi was just beginning to wake up for the first time. The unnaturally short teen stretched and yawned. His already large eyes grew wide as he saw what time it was. How had Mokuba convinced them into doing all of those things?

Yugi didn't remember too much though. He just remembered eating a lot of sugar . . . Maybe it was best that he didn't really remember it all.

He threw off his covers and got out of bed. As he looked at his bed head in the mirror, the door creaked open a little. Yugi looked up and saw a half awake Tazi. She shuffled in and scratched her head.

"I think I had a little too much sugar last night," she mumbled as she stood beside Yugi and looked at her own bed head. They then turned to each other.

"You remember anything in particular that could get us ridiculed for the rest our lives?" Yugi asked as pushed some of his blond bangs back. Tazi thought for a moment.

"No, not really. You?" Yugi shook his head. "Come on," Tazi said. "Lets go downstairs."

The two hikaris walked down the stairs with blurry vision and almost fell about five times. As they shuffled into the kitchen, they found the still frazzled, but slightly improved, Seto Kaiba. He looked up from his paper and saw the two bleary eyed teens.

"Well, there's two of the stooges, where's the third?" he asked with a smirk on his face. The two moaned.

"What did we do last night?" Tazi asked as she came over to the table and fell into a chair.

"Do you really want to know," Seto asked as he turned a page of the newspaper and looked at the business section.

"We'll find out sooner or later," Yugi said as he followed Tazi's actions. "We might as well know now."

"You and Mokuba ran around like chickens with their heads cut off until all three of you fell in a pile and dragged yourselves upstairs. You had a paper airplane war and managed to eat about two gallons of sugar." Seto then just went back to his paper and sipping his coffee.

Tazi tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes while yawning. "Great . . ." she said.

"Good morning," a voice called from the doorway. The two turned and saw Ryou. "Sleep well?" Tazi raised an eyebrow.

"The sleep was fine," she said sluggishly. "Waking up was the hard part." Ryou laughed softly and came to join them.

Only moments later, all four teens heard heavy footfalls coming down the stairs. Mokuba walked into the kitchen with his eyes half open. The young boy went over to his older brother and let his head fall forward onto Seto's shoulder. "Don't ever let me do that again," he mumbled.

A genuine smile came across Seto's face and he pulled his brother onto his lap. "Don't worry," he said as he turned the paper to the back. "I don't plan on it."

Yami had been sitting on the couch for the past couple hours and had found that there was nothing on TV. So finally, he'd given up on finding anything and was watching an old soap opera called Knots Landing.

He had actually begun to find it somewhat interesting. There also hadn't been a single sound from Chaos since he had left her in her room to sleep. Yami allowed himself to assume that that was a good thing.

"YAMI!!!" Chaos screamed from upstairs. Immediately, Yami leaped over the back of the sofa and scrambled up the stairs. His feet pounded down the hall and he swung open her bedroom door.

Chaos was sitting upright in her bed and her eyes bore into the wall across from her. She was drenched in sweat and her hands gripped the bed sheets. Yami came over to her bedside and bent down a little to try to get in her line of vision.

"What is it?" he asked. Chaos reached her hands for him in panic and took hold of his forearms and turned to look at him, but she didn't seem to see at all. She seemed to look straight through him.

"He's in Bakura's room!" she rasped. Yami looked at her in confusion. He tried to pull one of his arms out of her grasp but she only held on tighter. "We need to get to Bakura! Now, Yami!"

Yami managed to get one of his arms free and felt Chaos's forehead, she was still burning up. "You're delusional," he told her and he saw that her eyes were glazed over. Chaos shook her head furiously.

"He's gonna kill Bakura!" she shouted. She gripped Yami's arm even tighter and he felt her nails dig into his skin. "We need to get to the hospital."

Yami uselessly tried to get her hand off his arm. "Stop this, Chaos," he commanded in a low voice. "You're not well."

"I saw it, Yami!" she cried. "He's gonna kill Bakura! He's there right now! I've seen it!" She raised her hand and used the Millennium Bracelet to show him the image.

Yami looked over to the middle of the room where Chaos showed him the fiend raising his gun to shoot Bakura. It then became fuzzy and it looked like it shorted out. He then felt Chaos's grip loosen.

The former Pharaoh turned back to his friend and saw her eyes roll into the back of her head. He took her by the shoulders and shook her a little. "Chaos?!" Her eyelids sank closed and she fell limp.

Yami eased her back onto the bed and lifted her eyelids open and saw that the pupils were normal. Her breathing was regular as well, but he felt uneasy. He ran out and went to the bathroom.

He found a washcloth in the cabinet and allowed it get wet under the cold water coming from the faucet. After wringing it out a little, he then went back to the room where Chaos was lying. Yami laid the folded cloth over Chaos's forehead after brushing back her wet, matted bangs.

Something told Yami that this wasn't part of her cold. That fiend was part of it somehow, and yet, he didn't sense him anywhere. Yami growled in disgust. He was tired of him toying with their minds.

The yami walked out of the room and went down the hall to Mr. Tashanazi's room. Even if these were mind games, he wanted to make sure that was all they were. He picked up the phone and dialed the number of the hospital. When the woman at the desk picked up he asked for the call to be transferred to Bakura's room.

Yami held his breath as he heard the other end's ringing. "Pick up, Tomb Robber!" he whispered. As if on command, he heard a click on the other end.

"Hello?" Bakura asked in a confused manner. Yami sighed in relief and felt his knees slowly give out and he sank to the floor.

"She was wrong," Yami said quietly.

"Pharaoh?!" Bakura asked. "Is that you?!" Yami wiped a hand over his eyes.

"Yes," he answered. "It's me."

"What's going on?" Bakura demanded. "You sounded like you'd been attacked by a Shadow creature." Yami leaned against the wall.

"Chaos had gone hysterical," he explained. "She said that our culprit was going to try and kill you again. She said that she'd seen it and even showed me an illusion of it." Bakura was silent for a moment.

"So she's okay now?"

"She passed out," Yami said simply. "I think he was toying with her mind again."

"But is she okay?" Bakura repeated. At this point, that was all he really cared about. Yami thought for a moment.

"Yeah," he finally said. "Yeah, she's fine."

Then, down the hall, he heard a thud. "I have to go," he said quickly.

"Wait!" Bakura shouted into the phone, hoping Yami wouldn't hang up on him.

"Yes?"

"Bring her here when she's well enough. Okay?"

"Alright," Yami said. "Goodbye."

As soon as he hung up the phone, he ran down the hall into Chaos's room. He flipped on the light switch and found that she'd rolled off the bed. Yami knelt beside her and turned her onto her back. Her eyes were half open, but still glazed over.

"Yami . . ." she whispered. She reached out with and shaky hand. Yami took it and squeezed gently.

"I'm here," he said softly. A strange peace came over her face.

"You're all right," she rasped. Yami's brows knitted together in worry. He started to pull her up so he could get her back to the bed.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked as he got her to her feet. She swayed slightly and gripped his jacket tightly. Chaos licked her dry lips.

"He attacked you," she said as if it made all the sense in the world. "He was going to kill you. I'm glad you're okay."

"Yami?" Chaos rasped and Yami felt himself snapped back into reality. He looked around and saw that he was standing in the doorway of Chaos's bed room. The former Pharaoh squinted his eyes in the darkness and saw that Chaos had rolled off the bed.

He went over to her and kneeled down next to her and had a sense of dejavu. What had happened? When had he zoned out? How long had he zoned out? "Are you okay?" he asked.

Chaos squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. "What happened?" she asked. Yami helped her sit up and she leaned against him for support as her head began to swim.

"I'm not sure," Yami answered. "I think you rolled off the bed." Chaos nodded and tried to stand up. Her vision began to go black and Yami stood up to steady her.

"Easy," he said. "Easy." He led her back to the bed and she laid back down. "I called Bakura," he told her. "He's fine." Chaos looked up at him in confusion.

"Why wouldn't he be?" she asked. Yami looked away to gather his bearings. She had said . . . She didn't remember anything . . . "Yami?"

"Never mind," he said softly. He reached out and felt her forehead. "Your fever's gone down," he commented. Chaos yawned. "I'll let you sleep now," Yami said as he walked out, turning off the lights as he left.

Yami went back down stairs and sat at the kitchen table. 'What is going on?' he wondered as he rubbed his temples. Outside, he heard thunder. The spirit walked out into the living room and looked out of the window. The skies were clouded over and snow was beginning to fall gently from the sky.

"I miss you, Yugi," he whispered. Then, a vision flashed before his eyes.

Yugi was struggling against the firm grip of the black cloaked fiend that Yami recognized from Chaos's illusions. "Let me go! Yami!!!" he cried.

"Yugi!" he called as he tried to run forward, but found himself unable to move. "Release him and show yourself!" he shouted to the man.

The hooded man cackled and took a knife out from his robes. He brought the knife toward the young teen's throat. "Yami!" Yugi begged. "Help me!"

He felt so helpless. He couldn't even feel his Shadow powers. "Let. Him. Go." he whispered in a deadly voice. That only made the fiend laugh more.

"What are you going to do about it, Pharaoh?" he asked tauntingly. "As you can see, I have total control." He brought the knife closer to Yugi's throat and the sharp steel lightly pressed against his skin.

Yugi whimpered slightly. "Yami . . ."

"Who are you?!" Yami demanded. "Tell me!"

From under the hood, he could see a sadistic smirk play on the man's lips. "You know me quite well, Pharaoh." Yami tried to struggle to somehow break his invisible binds, but found it futile.

"Show me!" he shouted. The man laughed maniacally and pressed the blade a little harder so a little blood trickled down Yugi's neck.

"Stop it!" Yami shouted. He clenched his fists tightly. "Leave him alone! Now show yourself!"

"As you wish," he said as he took a hold of his hood. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?" He pulled off the hood and Yami's eyes grew wide. He was looking at . . . Himself.

"You . . . You . . ." His imposter laughed.

"That's right, I'm you," he said as he raised his knife. "And how does it feel to know that you killed your hikari?" He then slit Yugi's throat.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" Yami screamed as he grabbed fistfuls of his hair and sank to his knees. He screamed at the top of his lungs and dug his fingertips into his scalp and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

"Yami?" Chaos called as she stumbled down the steps worriedly. In her worry, she fell down the last three steps, but continued to scramble over to Yami. She gritted her teeth as his screams continued and took hold of his shoulders.

"Yami!" she shouted as she shook him. "Snap out of it!"

Yami stopped his screaming and gripped her upper arms. "He was in my head . . ." he whispered shakily. "He . . . He tried to make think that he killed Yugi!"

Chaos looked at him and loosened her grip. He was falling apart right in front of her very eyes. Chaos pulled him into her arms and she could feel him tremble. He feebly put his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I'm gonna kill'im," he whispered. "I swear, I'll kill'im."

The female yami rocked him back and forth. "We'll get him," she whispered. "Don't worry. He can't hide forever."

Yami nodded and looked outside and saw that it was now growing dark. Another blanket of fresh snow covered the ground.