Hey, guys, thanks for reviewing! Sorry, but the new girl doesn't show up till chap.4. :'( And by the way, I revised the last chapter. The new girls name is not Laurë. Plus, I fixed some of the symbols.

:Yugi to Atemu:

)Atemu to Yugi(

;Bakura to Ryou;

..Ryou to Bakura..

"speech"

'thoughts'

/general thought speak/

Singing or Spiritspeak

Hieroglyphs, Dreams, Memories

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh.

Atemu ran to the locker room. He was already 5 min. late, and the gym was on the other side of the building. While dodging students and teachers, he started taking his shirt and jacket off while going, then slipping on his gym shirt. He was about ¾ the way there when the guidance councilor, Mrs. Bakiki, stopped the sweaty teen.

"Atemu, can you hold on a sec?" the thin, frail woman called.

Atemu screeched to a halt a few feet past the door and ran back breathing heavily. "Yea, but -no disrespect- can we make it fast, I'm late!"

The commanding tone in Atemu's charming baritone voice startled her slightly. "Um, yes of course," she answered while recomposing herself "Can you tell Joey Wheeler this message from his sister Serenity? She called the front office for some reason."

"Ok, and?" Atemu was getting impatient. He gestured for more info. "What was the message?"

"She said to tell Joey that she's coming to visit for the summer, and to meet her at the train station tomorrow. She'll be staying at a hotel downtown."

Atemu nodded, then took off like a bullet. He's a fast runner.

The former pharaoh made it to the locker room without a minute to spare. He managed to change from his school pants to his gym shorts in seconds flat (and unlike most guys, he actually looked good in them ) and bolted over to the middle of the gym floor, where the gym teacher still hadn't rallied his troops yet.

He caught up with Yugi and the gang, who were hanging by themselves over by the uneven bars. Téa was sitting on the floor stretching, and Tristan was going at a punching bag with Joey holding it. Yugi was sitting by Téa, watching the guys. Atemu sat down behind Yugi on a punching bag not yet set up. Meanwhile, Joey was doing whatever he could to get Tristan to punch harder.

"C'mon Trisdan, my mudda could do bedda'!"

Tristan's pace didn't change.

"I'll treat ya fo' pizza afta school!"

Tristan stopped. "You serious?"

"Tch. No."

Tristan growled and continued punching.

Yugi laughed and took a look at his yami, who seemed irritated that he'd rushed to get there and class hadn't even started. He was all sweaty, and his face was flushed.

:You ok:

)I'm fine, just needed to catch my breath.(

:You sure:

)Yes.(

"ALRIGHT TROOPS, LIIIIIIIINE UP!" barked the infamous Mr. Aburo. The entire class jumped up and lined up across the room in front of the fat gym teacher (is it just me, or are all gym teachers fat? Seriously.)

The teacher's chin wobbled as he yelled at the kids. "OK, HERE'S THE DEAL!" he yelled, (he never spoke when teaching, he yelled.) "BECAUSE OF THE ASSEMBLY FOR THE FRESHMEN AND MOST OF THE TEACHERS NEXT PERIOD, YOU HAVE A DOUBLE PERIOD WITH ME TODAY!"

Widespread groaning. This guy was hell for one period, how would they survive two? The only one who didn't get all bent out of shape was Atemu, but it takes a lot to get him bent out of shape anyway.

"DID TELL YOU YOU COULD WHINE?" Spit was flying out of his mouth at this point. The groaning stopped, but not in time. "ALL RIGHT YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE BABIES, 15 LAPS AROUND THE GYM!"

Téa looked around the gym. It was HUGE. 15 laps? 15? Does this guy just like torturing us?

Of course, Joey, being Joey, was about to jump the teacher if it wasn't for Tristan and Yugi holding him back. The gym teacher paid no attention to the blond, just glared over the annoyed class.

"DID I STUTTER? 15 LAPS NOW!"

The entire class of 100 gave up and started jogging. The pace was deliberately slow, so that they wouldn't waste too much energy, and the jerk-off gym teacher wouldn't be able to torture them too much.

"WHEN DID I SAY 'DRAG YOUR HEELS'? SPEED IT UP OR I'M DOUBLING THE LAPS!"

After a variety of curses, the class resolved to run the laps. By the time they were done, all you could hear was 100 kids worth of panting, exhausted bodies falling to their knees, and the annoying ranting of Mr. Aburo.

"C'MON YOU PANSIES, CAN'T YOU HANDLE A LITTLE RUNNING?" was the continued cry throughout the ordeal-or at least something along those lines. Joey, on his behalf, would have yelled "oh yea, ledz zee you try it!" but he was too tired by the 8th lap. Téa was sweating hard. Yugi had to stop because he couldn't breathe, so he was sitting on the punching bag trying to catch his breath. Tristan was on autopilot. Atemu wasn't having any sort of problem at all, except that after the 13th lap, his legs started to ache. He started to slow down to jogging speed, then sprint, then jog again.

Finally, the ordeal is over. Atemu slowed down to a walking speed, which was slightly difficult because he was sprinting. Tristan couldn't stop. Téa put a hand to her chest and put her head to the sky as she walked. Joey collapsed, along with most of the sophomores. Tristan finally stopped when he tripped over Joey. He didn't get up again.

"OK PEOPLE, TEEEEN-HUT!" Yugi and Atemu were the first ones over there. Téa stayed back to help Joey and Tristan to their feet. It was a losing battle. Everyone else struggle to their feet and lined up. Tristan, Téa and Joey were the last ones.

"NOW THEN, THIS IS YOU SCHEDULE FOR TODAY! FIRST IS 32 MINUTES OF WEIGHT TRAINING!" Groan. "NEXT IS 32 MINUTES OF SPORTS; THAT BEING BASEBALL!" Loud cheering. "SHUT UP!" Dead silence. "THEN THE LAST 32 MINUTES IS SWIMMMING!" Louder Cheering. "DIDN'T I SAY SHUT UP?" You could hear a pin drop. "BETTER! EVERYONE FROM YOU"-points to Atemu and whoever's behind him-"OVER, FOLLOW ME INTO THE WEIGHT ROOM! EVERYONE ELSE, YOU'RE ON THE PUNCHING BAGS!"

Out of the gang, Atemu, Joey, and Téa were in the weight room Tristan and Yugi had punching bags. The 50+ kids on Atemu's side marched into the weight room.

"NOW PICK SOMETHING, AND STAND NEXT TO IT UNTIL I GET BACK!" With that, he left the room and started yelling something similar to the punchers.

"Ey, Ademu? W'atchu picken'?" Joey asked as he moved towards the free weights.

Atemu looked around, then chose the bench (the thing they lie on for bench-pressing, I dunno what it's called . ). "This thing. I wanna kno how much I can do."

Joey grinned. "Yea, dat's right! Go fo' rit!" (yes, I meant to do that). Joey picked up the 25lb weights and started playing with them.

"Joey, stop, you're gonna get in trouble!" Téa called, leaning on one of the treadmills.

"C'mon Déa, id's no big deal!" Joey started out lifting them like a normal person , working out his biceps; then started punching with them, THEN started imitating a Tae-Bo video. "An' one, An' dwo, an' feel da burn, an' five an' six an'… c'mon girls," flashing his famous goofy grin.

Everyone started laughing. Some of the girls actually picked up weights and joined him!

"C'mon, girlz, zit's all in da hips!" yelled Joey over hysterical laughter while leading leg-lift twists. "An' one an' dwo, an' one an' dwo, an'-"

"MR.WHEELER! WHAT IN THE NAME OF RA ARE YOU DOING?" Joey was so surprised he forgot to stop himself while doing the twists and his foot slipped right out from under him. Even more hysterical laughter. The girls who were doing it with them quickly melted into the group to avoid being seen.

"OW!" came a yell from the fallen boy. He really wasn't hurt, but there went whatever dignity he had left. Joey picked himself up only to come face to face with a red- faced Mr. Aburo.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING UNTIL I GOT BACK? HUH?" Joey sweatdropped.

"Uh……..no…?" was the barely audible squeak.

The red face of Mr. Aburo turned a deep purple. "JOSEPH WHEELER! WHETHER I TOLD YOU OR NOT, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE THE EQUIPMENT UNLESS SUPERVISED BY A TEACHER!" Spit was flying out of his mouth. Joey was a frightened chibi. "GIVE ME 150 PUSHUPS OVER ON THE SIDE NOW! WHEN YOU'RE DONE, GIVE ME 150 SITUPS!" At this point, a crying chibi. "WHEN FINISHED, REPORT TO ME TO FINISH OUT YOUR GYM PERIOD! IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes sir."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"YES, SIR, MISDA' ABURO, SIR!" Joey snapped to attention, no longer a chibi.

"GOOD, NOW MOVE YOUR SORRY ASS OVER TO THE SIDE AND BEGIN!" He pointed to one side.

Joey walked over cursing under his breath and dropped into the push-ups. "One, dwo, t'ree, fou'…" Atemu and Téa looked on in pity.

Satisfied, the gym teacher turned to the rest of the class. "OK, TROOPS TIME TO WARM UP!" He called over to Téa. "YOU, WARM THEM UP!" He then left the room to talk to the supervisor for the punching bag half, leaving Téa to warm everyone up.

After a good deal of stretches and such, Téa broke the kids up to go work out. She ran to the treadmill, turned it on and started jogging. Atemu went over to the bench and placed on the weight he wanted. 100 lbs. He got under it and started lifting.

To his amazement, it was light as a feather. He sat up and checked the weight. 100 lbs. He had expected to have some difficulty, but he had none. Absolutely none. Atemu got up and added more weight. It was now 150lbs. He got under it and lifted. Still too light.

Atemu sat up and shook his head. He hadn't noticed how light it was before, not even when he was putting the weights on. He decided to take it to the next level. He got up and weighed himself. 169 lbs. He got off the scale and added some more weight to the bar. It now weighed 250lbs. Lifting it, he finally felt like he needed a minimal amount of effort. But he wanted to push himself to the limit, and for some reason, 250 lbs wasn't anywhere near that.

He made sure that Mr. Aburo wasn't looking, then asked Joey to run over.

"Whad gives, Ademu?" asked the sweaty blond. "I waz up da 42!"

"Joey, can you lift this?" Atemu pointed to the bench.

Joey looked at it, paused for a sec, then shrugged. "I can try." Joey lied down on the bench, put his hands under the weight, pushed, and… nothing. Joey strained with all his might, but he couldn't budge it.

"Geez, Ademu," he gasped after giving up, "How heavy is dat t'ing?"

"250 lbs."

Joey shot up, very nearly missing the weight as he did. "250 lbs? Damn, why'du pud so much weight on it?"

Atemu motioned for Joey to get up. Atemu lied down on the bench, and started lifting it with one hand. Joey was stunned. Atemu sat up and shrugged. "Nothing to it. It's so weird," he added, his forehead pensively.

Téa walked over. She was sweaty from doing 20 straight minutes on the treadmill. "What's going on?" she asked, looking first at Joey's struck-stupid face and then Atemu's pensive face.

Joey snapped out of it. "Ademu can lifd 250 lbs.!"

Téa's head whipped to face Atemu, who turned to face her. "250? Two-five-oh?"

Atemu nodded. "Yea, and I think I can do more."

Téa gaped at him. "No. Way."

"Yes. Way." In unison.

"Show me."

"Alright." Atemu got up and took off the 50lb weight from the barbell, and took three 100lb weights. He slipped them on, noting that it was relatively easy for him. "I'll try 500lbs" He got under, lifted-and found that it was heavier, but it wasn't heavy enough to give him a challenge.

Téa was wide-eyed. She closed her mouth once she noticed that her jaw dropped. "That's…so…oh my Ra…"

Joey just stared. "Whoa."

Atemu sat up, paused, then decided to get more weight, seriously freaked out now. "Ok… I'll try 1,000lbs"

Téa stopped him. "Atemu, that's too much weight, even for you with your new…" She stopped, not sure how to describe it. Atemu looked at her, then walked over to get the weight. He slipped on the weight, and started lifting.

Now that was a challenge. He was really starting to sweat, but he could move it. Most of the kids stopped to stare, looking at how many weights were on the barbell. Mr. Aburo's jaw dropped. He had forgotten about Joey.

Atemu lifted it 35 times, then put it down and rested. As he rested, he closed his eyes and started deliberating in his head.

'How did I do that? I have a lot of shadow powers, but super strength wasn't one of them. Not as far as I know…' He sighed. 'This day has been so weird.'

Mr. Aburo snapped out of it and called the class to attention.

"ALL RIGHT, LINE UP!" Atemu opened his eyes and stood up. He got into line with the others, breathing heavily. He felt a little shaky.

Téa looked at Atemu with concern. Even though he had had no problem with that barbell, he was starting not to look well. He was a little pale, and his hands were shaking slightly. She figured it was because he was surprised about his new power. She snapped to attention as Mr. Aburo marched everyone into the gymnasium.

The half of the class that was punching was already lined up by a substitute teacher named Mr. Weti. Tristan was in the second row, fifth from the left. He looked like he was ready for more. Yugi was in the front, third from the left. His face was flushed, and he was breathing hard. Atemu wondered if Yugi was developing asthma.

On Yugi's behalf, he saw Joey and Téa talking to each other in hushed tones. About what, he didn't know. Then he noticed Atemu. Atemu didn't look so good. Yugi's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

:Atemu, what's wrong:

Atemu snapped to attention. His eyes met Yugi's.

)Nothing, why do you ask?(

:Well, you…you don't look so good, you're all pale.:

)It's ok, hikari, it's…it's nothing.(

Yugi glared at him. Atemu caught the glare.

)I'll tell you later.(

Yugi identified this as the best answer as he was going to get right now, and turned his attention to the bellowing gym teacher.

"ALRIGHT, NOW, I WANT ALL OF YOU TO FOLLOW ME OUTSIDE! NO PUSHING, NO SHOVING, AND NO RUNNING! UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Aburo sir!" yelled the class.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"YES, SIR, MR.ABURO, SIR!"

"ALRIGHT, PIPE DOWN!" commanded the gym teacher with a finger in his ear. He and Mr. Weti led the entire class outside.

While approaching the door, Atemu was deep in thought. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so shaky. Usually someone who had just developed super strength would be ecstatic…right? He looked at his hands. They were trembling, but they felt no more different than they did this morning. He examined his biceps. They were muscular, sure, but they weren't bodybuilder huge. Just lean, wiry muscle. Atemu shook his head. Too crazy for him.

Meanwhile, Téa and Joey were having similar thoughts. They met up with Yugi and explained what had happened in the weight room. Yugi looked back at Atemu-who was about 20 kids back-but said nothing.

It was a bright sunny day. The birds were singing and the breeze was gentle. When Atemu walked out of the gym, he felt rejuvenated, and the color returned to his face. He decided to stop and just let the breeze blow around him. His black, red and gold hair flowed up around his head, seemingly not constrained to its usual stiff spikes. He lifted his face to catch the sun rays, and welcomed the warmth on his face. He closed his eyes.

Yugi looked back at Atemu and saw that he was feeling better. He ran back to retrieve him so the teacher wouldn't yell at him. When he got there, he noticed something about Atemu's skin that didn't seem to be there before-his skin had a golden tint to it. It appeared to shimmer in the sun. It reminded him of what the teacher had said during the lesson; that the girl had gold-tinted skin, and so did the prince. But why hadn't he noticed it before? Why hadn't he seen the gold in his yami's skin months ago at the beach, or during the winter walking around the house, or at anytime?

"ATEEEEEN-HUT!" Yugi lost his train of thought, and grabbed Atemu to go over to where everyone was lined up.

"I'm coming, hikari, hold on!" Atemu ran pulled by Yugiover to the group of kids. His hair style stiffened again. The two of them lined up next to Joey, Tristan, and Téa. Mr. Aburo was pacing. Everyone wondered what he was waiting for.

They found out when 50-something more sophomores came running outside. Two of these newcomers were an albino with long-sleeves, long pants, and a male hijab, i.e. Ryou; and a sour-faced, chestnut-haired billionaire by the name of Seto Kaiba.

Ryou ran over to the group and received a high-five from Joey. "'Ey, Ryou," asked the brown-eyed boy wonder, "Whad's wit da hat?" He pointed to his own head.

Ryou looked up at the hijab. "This? Well, I'm an albino. I can't be outside without protective headgear, and anyway," He paused, adjusting his hat "Bakura made me buy this." He shrugged, then noticed a shadow over him and Joey's dilated pupils. He turned to see Mr. Aburo. Ryou 'meeped' and fell silent.

Mr. Aburo walked away and started dividing them all the kids into six teams. Luckily, Atemu and the gang were all on one team, and Seto was on the team opposing them. Joey licked his lips, ready for a challenge. Téa took up a bat and started practicing her swings. Ryou picked a shady spot and sat down. Tristan was with Yugi, showing him how to wind up for a pitch.

Atemu was surveying the fields. There were two baseball fields outside, so two teams were playing inside. He was glad it wasn't him.

Atemu sat down and closed his eyes, feeling the breeze on his skin. For some reason he just felt like sitting there, like it was good for him. He leaned back on his palms and stretched out his legs. Everywhere his skin touched the grass, he felt...energy. It felt like there was pure good energy flowing like water through his skin, his muscles-every fiber of his being. He felt like every breath of that breeze was heaven. His hair blew in the breeze, not constrained by its spiky nature. He felt light as a feather… but had no clue why. He felt ready to doze off… until he heard this…voice.

King of Spirits

King of Stars

King of Shadows

You are One.

Atemu snapped to attention, looking around for whoever had spoken those words. His crimson eyes scanned the horizon, seeing that his game was already underway. Mr. Aburo was yelling at the guys inside.

Atemu would have been scared…if the breeze didn't have such an overwhelming calming effect. Atemu lied down on the grass, eyes half open, hands under his head…and thought. 'What was that voice,' He wondered. It was familiar… and yet he couldn't place the name. The voice felt-not sounded, felt- like it was made entirely of magic. The voice itself was clear and melodic, but it evanesced into nothing…like a whisper in the wind.

He couldn't help that the Eye of Horus shone on his head. It was a reaction to those thoughts that even he couldn't understand. He was searching in his Soul Room for the source of this voice. He searched there because… he felt like that if she was anywhere, she would be there. As for Yugi, well, he was in the dugout watching Atemu. He looked so peaceful that Yugi didn't want to disturb him, but…something seemed wrong, and he would find out what it was-as soon as he hit a home run.

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