A/N: Heh, I have eight reviews! Thanks to all reviewers! I will keep updating, I just hope I can maintain the quality of my writing now the third chapter's over…this one's rather short, but it moves the plot a bit. Still no duel yet, though…

KFF: I never really intended to have them arrive, in the future universe, seeing as this is all taking place in a time span of at most a half-hour…sorry…

LordFluffyLoverOfPain: Thank you. That was my intention.

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/words/ Seth to Seto /words/ Seto to Seth

"I killed myself because I won…against him." Seth stared at me, disbelieving, yet I knew he would rather believe what I had said than the truth. I didn't know…

"Prove it," he answered, suddenly smiling.

/How/

"If you defeated him once without my help, you can defeat him again with my help." I knew that refusing this time would look weak—it would be weak—so I nodded curtly. Seth touched the tip of his Millennium Rod to mine.

There was a lingering flash of blinding white light, like I had seen when I first opened the doorway to this world. Against this light I saw two sets of memories of my life, quickly passing scenes. The main background of one was the stone and sand of ancient Egypt, and of the other modern steel and brightly colored fabrics. I was being left at the orphanage when my parents were killed by the shadow monsters and I was forced to wander the city alone. Mokuba wasn't there. When I won the chess game, I had won a game involving gemstone figurines in seven different colors against a former high priest. Taking over KaibaCorp is equivalent to becoming a high priest.

"It's been fifteen minutes, sir. The chances of reviving him…" It was a doctor speaking, gently. Mokuba glared at him.

"I don't care. Keep trying...!" His voice trailed off into a sob.

I opened my eyes, the last of the glare fading. Two lives…two lives that I had lived. Who am I? I am both Seth and Seto. I am the priest of Set, reenacting the murder of Osiris with the pharaoh Atemu as Osiris; Yugi was Horus, son of Osiris, and he would kill me. (1) I knew now that it wasn't Seto who had won against Yugi, but Seth who would win against Atemu. That was my fate, to be an echo of the gods.

I knew that I would have to act by the script I was given here to be able to alter it in the future, and even if Seto did not, Seth had the will to live.

"I challenge you, my Pharaoh, to a shadow game." It was too soon to try this, like Isis had said, but then I wasn't particularly inclined to wait for Horus—Yugi—to kill me so that I could duel Atemu after serving him for the 'correct' amount of time. "A game to determine who is worthy of being Pharaoh."

Twenty minutes. No. Mokuba stared at his brother desperately, willing a miracle, something, anything. No.

"Sir…it's been twenty minutes. He's...it is too late." Mokuba did not reply, did not even glance at the speaker, but just kept staring at the whiteness of his brother's skin, the stain of red where blood had seeped through the bandages. He willed Seto's chest to move, for him to draw breath, for his heart to beat, anything, any movement other than the cold stillness of death.

(1) In Egyptian mythology, the god of evil and darkness Set murders Osiris and steals his throne. Osiris's son Horus kills Set.