Haha, I am a Disney fanatic, and so I've decided to make a Yu-Gi-Oh and Atlantis crossover! I know it seems like a weird idea for a crossover, but think about it. Dartz comes from Atlantis, does he not? And the stone of Orichalcos looks a lot like the Heart of Atlantis...my mind is beginning to make some similarities here. Recently the Doom/Orichalcos Arc appeared in Canada, but I don't know that much about it, hence please be gentle with this fic! I'm just trying to write as much as possible that makes sense! Please review!!

Kida is 8000 years old! Oh gosh, and I thought Yami was....

okay, I'll stop now. XD I'm going to try to make this fic as accurate as possible, but please be gentle! Please please please read and review!!

Disclaimer: Atlantis belongs to Disney and Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to ..er..can't pronounce his name, but it belongs to him! I own neither of these stories but I suppose I do own some of this plot to a certain degree..at least in a fanfiction sense.

Chapter One

"Milo," said a voice lowly. "Not to be rude, but I do not normally allow men to ransack my things, especially in my current condition of unable to..."

"Use your martial skills against me?" finished Milo Thatch as he skimmed through the papers in the filing cabinet he was inspecting. "I know, Helga, I know, but this is really important!"

"What is?" asked the blonde woman, gracefully coming up behind him, frowning. "Mind, you've never told me why you wanted to look through Whitemore's files."

"Someone's trying to take over Atlantis," muttered Milo, his heart beating fast. "Kida's in danger. I have to find Whitemore's files to prevent the person from taking over Atlantis!"

"Someone taking over Atlantis? Milo, I am the last person to go to with that sort of explanation. What on earth can you expect to find in Whitemore's files? You know everything already."

"I don't know what happened ten thousand years ago," murmured Milo as he shifted sheets of papers hastily.

"And what is so important about the past?" demanded Helga as she knelt down (she winced as she did so, her wounds during the last battle of Atlantis had not healed very productively yet).

"Kida can't remember much about when she was younger," said Milo, frowning as he scrambled through the papers. He threw they over his shoulder and purged on. "But...the person who wants to have Atlantis back says that he is the rightful ruler and that he needs to resurrect what has happened ten thousand years ago. Kida used to know about the Atlantean past, but since she couldn't read after she was about 4000 years old, she has forgotten everything. And everything matters if it comes to saving Atlantis."

"You are searching not through Whitemore's information, but his contacts," noted Helga, frowning. "Who are you trying to find?"

"I was hoping that Whitemore would've known something about the ancient past of Atlantis," admitted Milo. "But I guess he doesn't, but maybe he has a friend that does."

Helga snorted. "Professor Whitemore is not the most social man you can find."

"I know," sighed Milo. "But I need to do everything I can to find anything that can help us..for Kida and for Atlantis's sake. Will you help?"

Helga stood up and stode to the window, her face crestfallen in a expression of blank melancholy. Thinking about the expedition would only bring back annoying memories; like Rouke. Also, she doubted that if she returned she would get a warm welcome at all. The room was dark, the night outside was pouring in the navy blue sky; the only light illuminating the Whitemore resident was the crackling fireplace next to Milo.

"Why would you want me to?" she asked coldly, her voice close to the brink of sneering.

"Well...to tell you the truth," stuttred Milo sheepishly as she shafted through the files again. "I'm not good at commanding an expedition, or an army....you're better at that sort of thing. I'm willing to pay you, Helga, if you do so."

Helga gingerly touched her back. "I'm not quite the Helga you knew then, Milo Thatch."

"You're still Helga," he said. "That's enough."

"What have you found?" asked Helga.

Milo sighed. "Nothing. Nothing at all..." He was beginning to get slightly discouraged, but he had to find a way to stop the mysterious man from reclaiming Atlantis for himself. Milo shook his head, pushed his glasses up his nose and hurriedly went back through Whitemore's files.

Something caught his eye. He stared at an old picture, black and gray, faded among the ages. The man in the photo was oddly enough; he had spikey, angular bangs, a comb-like mustatche, and spikey hair that was crammed under an archeologist's hat. Milo skimmed down the picture.

"Helga," he asked out loud. "Does Whitemore ever keep updated information of his friends?"

"I normally do," repsonded the secretary smoothly. "In case he would suddenly come up a reason to meet them, I frequently update his social schedule so he is...shall we say, up to date."

"Then who's this?" asked Milo, handing her the picture.

She frowned at it.

"I can't remember the name very well," she said coldly. "But I believe he was a close archeologist friend of Whitemore's...I believe he lives in Japan now, with his grandson."

"Japan?" Milo looked thoughtful. "You say he was an archeologist. What did he specialize in?"

"Egyptology," replied Helga, handing back the papers. "I suppose you'd want to know anything about his grandson as well?"

"That'd be great," beamed Milo breathlessly, ignoring what could've been a sardonic reply. Helga rolled her eyes slightly before heading towards the bookshelves and slipped out an ancient album. She handed it back to Milo.

Milo flipped through the book, his eyes widening at the images before him. The boy staring back at him beaming was the most perculiar child he had ever seen! Who had such hair that could defy gravity so?
"The photograph is real, by the way," said Helga above him. "The child actually does have hair like that."

Milo blinked and stared back up at her.

"Can we have a plane heading for Japan by tomorrow?" he asked.

Helga nodded and left curtly.

"You sure you know what you're doing, Thatch?" she asked as she waited for the lift to lower.

"Of course," replied Milo, staring intently at the picture.

As the lift lowered and Helga disappeared out of sight, Milo quickly packed up the few files and notes he had taken into a small suitcause; he slipped the album in after them, frowning intently at the picture of the archeologist's grandson.

"I hope you can help me, Mr. Motou," he thought. "And your grandson. I hope you and Yuugi can help me save Atlantis."

Whoa that was short. XD But you know.... school and whatnot, I have to keep this short. XD Now...about the plotline. This takes place after the Doom Arc and before the Grand Prix Arc (I don't even know if they're going to show THAT in Canada) and Yami has no idea about his past...still! I'VE FOUND A REASON WHY BAKURA HAS DARK SKIN AND HAS WHITE HAIR!! XD And Dartz basically has found a second chance to revive the dragon and all the other duel monsters in Atlantis....