Things Unseen; Sequel to Millennium Ritual

a/n: The name for the girl in chapter 3 is "A". I found a mistake in my last story, that Yami's past wasn't 5000 years ago, but 3000 years ago. So from now on, it will be 3000, not 5000.

Disclaimer: If I owned YGO. . . A girl can dream.

Chapter 5: When Chike and Chuma Strike

Mokuba stared at his surroundings with awe. He and his brother, Seto Kaiba, arrived at Cairo six days before, as they walked down the street with the Egyptians. Of course Mokuba remembered what Egypt was like before, but never actually looked at anything last time. And now as he was walking, he realized how beautiful and mysterious it really was. He lingered behind, staring at the merchandise on the stand. But as he reached forward to touch the soft silk, Mokuba was soon interrupted by a loud, brash voice.

"Mokuba! Hurry up! We don't have enough time to go sightseeing!" Kaiba yelled over his shoulder, dressed in his white trench coat once more. Mokuba took his hand back, sighed, and ran over to his brother.

Unfortunately Kaiba did not see Egypt as Mokuba did.

"I don't want to stand in this filthy street for another minute," Kaiba explained, as he waited for Mokuba to catch up, "I don't trust the people here. For some reason I know a little runt will try and pickpocket." Mokuba nodded understandingly.

Chike and Chuma were a little ways off, eating bread and grapes bought from the money stolen from tourists.

The day after Kaiba and Mokuba arrived at Egypt was the day Sadiki and the others found out that he came. So they were on the lookout ever since, watching his every move. Each day they switched off, first Sadiki, then Adio, Badru, Zuka, and now Chike and Chuma. They watched him closely, as Chuma popped a grape into his mouth.

"How rude!" Chike exclaimed, watching Kaiba open his briefcase, "Egyptians are not pick-pocketing runts!" As a woman flashing pictures walked by, Chike quickly took her money pouch with skill. Twirling the pouch with his pointer finger, he said, "Isn't that right Chuma?"

"Right Chike! We just take what we need from local tourists! Just because we do it doesn't mean all of Egypt does it," Chuma replied, taking out a spyglass, "Stupid rich boy. He just doesn't get the essence of the art of 'borrowing'. For all we know, he could have stolen the idea from another guy." He stared through the spyglass, watching Kaiba take out a laptop.

Suddenly an idea popped up in Chike's head.

"Chuma, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Chike asked, staring at his brother.

"That we need to get Sadiki a haircut?" Chuma replied.

"Yes! Exactly! Now. . . No! That's not what I meant! I mean about stealing something from rich boy over there!" Chike said, pointing at Kaiba.

"Eh?. . . OH! Okay, I'm in. What should we do?" Chuma asked. His brother grinned, and quietly whispered it in his ear. Chuma nodded, and waited for the exact moment to strike.

But back to Kaiba now.

They were sitting on a bench, as Kaiba busily typed away on his laptop. Mokuba had his head in his hands, bored. People walked by, smiling at the little black haired boy. Mokuba smiled back, but right after they passed, he'd slump down and feel bored once more.

"Seto, what do you expect to find here? For all we know, those chips could be long gone." Mokuba said, staring at the computer screen.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know myself. But if these thieves are as smart as you said they were, they would know that no one would buy the chips if they didn't know what it does. The problem is that it still doesn't give me anything to build up on," Kaiba replied, typing away.

"So what are you doing now?" asked Mokuba.

"I'm looking at the people going to the Osiris Tournament," Kaiba said.

"Why?" Mokuba wondered, staring at his brother. He didn't answer, as Kaiba finally found what he was looking for.

There on the screen was a picture of Yugi Moto. Kaiba grinned, glad that he too was invited to the tournament. Maybe in this tournament, Kaiba can duel Yugi once more, and maybe, just maybe. . .

Kaiba lost his train of thought as a black haired boy around his age landed on him.

"There you are!" the boy said, laughing, "I was looking all over for you Chike!"

"What?" Kaiba said, pushing him off of himself, "Get outta here you dirty little rat!" Quickly Kaiba checked his laptop, to see that the computer was miraculously okay.

"Oh, well whada know, you're not Chike. . . Hello, I'm Chuma, who the hell are you?" Chuma smiled, holding out his hand. Mokuba's mouth was open, still not accustomed to hearing that sort of language.

Kaiba gritted his teeth, saying, "You have some nerve cussing to me like that--"

"Hey look! Here comes Chike now!" Chuma interrupted, standing on Kaiba's trench coat, "Hey Chike! Over here!!" Kaiba quickly yanked Chuma's feet off his trench coat, dusting himself off and helping Mokuba up.

"Hey there you are Chuma! I was looking all over for you!" Chike said, bumping hard into Mokuba.

Mokuba glared at the two boys, saying angrily, "Watch where you're going you jerk!"

Chike turned away from Chuma to glance at Mokuba. Turning back, Chike asked, "Who's the twerp?"

Looking at Kaiba, Chike then asked, "And who's Whitey?"

As the Kaiba brothers fumed, Chuma answered, "Ya know, I was just about to ask them that! Who are you?" Chuma stared at Kaiba for an answer.

'From now on, I officially hate twins,' thought Kaiba, glaring daggers at them.

Deciding not to find out, Chuma bent down to Mokuba's height and said, "Aw, what a cute little kid you are!" He ruffled Mokuba's hair, as Mokuba grew madder and madder.

"I'm not little!" yelled Mokuba. Chuma didn't listen.

"So. . . What are you doing here in Egypt?" asked Chuma.

"None of your business," stated Kaiba.

"Oh I get it, you're on vacation with your son, aren't you?!" exclaimed Chike. Kaiba fumed.

"My son? He is my--" Kaiba said, ready to strangle them.

"Whoa! Look at the time! I guess it's time to go!" Chuma said, sprinting away.

"He's right; Nice meeting you! Hope we see you again!" Chike said, running with his brother.

Kaiba stood there shaking, his hands curled into fists. Mokuba was dazed, shaking his head. And without speaking, Mokuba and Kaiba quickly grabbed their things and walked the other direction, not realizing that their necks were bare.

A and Sadiki were walking down the Egyptian filled streets, speaking quietly to each other. Their heads were down low; their conversation was quiet and serious. Sadiki clasped his hands behind him, as A gave him the report of their 'sales'.

". . . So it seems like the 'locals' aren't really into the whole chip idea. Sadiki, we didn't sell one stinkin' chip in the past week. Our other merchandise is fine; they sold faster than lemonade on a hot day. But what are we gonna do with boxfuls of chips?" A whispered, her black ponytail swinging behind her.

"I don't know. I thought that some people would at least be interested to use it as firewood or something. Man, all that work for nothing," Sadiki muttered, moving his brown bangs out of his eyes.

"And what's worse is that Kaiba character is here. Word on the street is that he's thinking about joining the tournament," A said.

"What's so bad about that?"

"Sadiki, don't you remember? We are invited to that tournament."

"How many times did I tell you that we're not going?"

"Why not? Why are you suddenly afraid of a little tour--" A started, until two boys knocked into them.

"What the--? Chike, Chuma? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on watch for Seto Kaiba!" Sadiki said angrily, helping A up to her feet.

"We watched," Chuma said.

"We saw," Chike followed.

"We played," Chuma chuckled.

"We stole, what's more to say?" Chike said, holding up Mokuba's Duel Monsters locket as Chuma held up Kaiba's locket.

Chuma smiled, saying, "We swiped them off their necks when we bumped into them. They didn't even notice!"

A buried her face in her hands as Sadiki glared at them, saying, "He's going to find out that you stole them, you idiots! And knowing you, I bet you told him your names, where you live, and practically your whole identity!" The twins stood there, shocked.

"Of course not Sadiki! We're not so dumb that we'd--" Chike started, slowly realizing what they did. "Dang."

"Double dang," muttered Chuma, scratching his head. Groaning, Sadiki grabbed the twins by the collars, and dragged them toward the port where their boat was anchored. A sighed and shook her head, running after them.

:: Japan ::

Yugi stared hard at the handkerchief in his hand. He fingered it lightly, thinking that if he didn't treat it carefully enough, it would shatter into tiny pieces. Carefully holding up the corner with the insignia, he wondered what was that nagging feeling in his head. Sighing, he fell on top of his bed, holding the cloth high in the air.

'What are you doing Yugi?' asked Yami. Yugi jumped, dropping the handkerchief beside him.

"Yami! You're out of your soul room? Are you okay? I was wondering what was going on." Said Yugi, staring at him.

'I'm fine, Yugi. I've just been. . . Thinking. But the question is, are you okay? I felt a disturbance in your mind.'

"Well, I was just wondering about Aura's grave, that's all. I mean, after all this time, who would have done this?"

'It may be that her grave was randomly chosen,' Yami murmured, standing beside Yugi.

Yugi shook his head, saying, "That's not it. It seemed as if the person was. . . searching for something. Something inside the grave. But what?"

'Have you any clues? Did you find anything there?' suggested Yami.

"Only this. It does have this little sign on the bottom, and it looks familiar, but I don't know how it does." Yugi held out the piece of cloth, as Yami stared at it closely.

'Hmm. . . That sign, it has a small bird on it, correct?'

"Yeah, so what?" Yugi asked, leaning towards his Yami.

'Well, it may be that the bird stands for--' Yami started. Suddenly the phone rang, as they each stared at the phone beside them.

"I'll get it Grandpa!" yelled out Yugi, "This will only be a minute," Yugi reassured, taking the phone and turning it on.

"Hello? Who is this? Oh. . . sorry, I wasn't expecting this call until—Yes, I remember. . . Uh-huh. . . Yeah," Yugi said, as Yami stared at him.

Suddenly Yugi's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide.

"What?" he asked.

To Be Continued. . .

Oooo, a cliffy. Sorry, I was in the mood for one, after I finished reading The Subtle Knife. I can't believe it ended on me like that, the monster. . . ::grumbles:: Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter!