He didn't know where he was. The last thing he could remember was Seth whispering in his ear. 'Pharaoh mine…' he thought to himself, wondering why those words brought such pain to his heart. At the moment, however, he had more pressing matters to attend to. The first item on the list was to figure out where he was. There was no discernable floor beneath his feet, and the surrounding area seemed to curve around him, forming a bubble. More than that, the bubble was a teeming mass of black and purple, which seemed to pulse with his every heartbeat.

'Welcome back, Atem.' A baritone voice spoke from behind him. He turned, and found himself facing someone who he knew he should remember, but he couldn't.

'Who are you?' He asked, his voice echoing in the darkness. A small part of his mind wondered how his voice could echo in a void, but for the most part his concentration was centered on the person in front of him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out the features of the person.

'You can't remember me?' The person paused sounding sad, before continuing. 'I guess that's to be expected. I shouldn't feel too offended. You probably don't remember him either.' He was confused now. Who was this him that this person was referring to?

'Why am I here?' Never mind that he didn't know where 'here' was, but something inside of him told him that the why was more inportant than the where.

'You tell me.' His companion shrugged, and turned to walk away.

'Wait!' He called out, holding a hand out to the retreating figure. 'Don't go! You haven't told me where I am!'

When Yami had collapesed, Bakura's first reaction had been to panic. And panic he had, waving his sword at the dragon that was blocking his path.

"Move, you over grown lizard!" He yelled rushing forward. To his surprise, the dragon actually moved, just enough that he could rush past. He had closed the distance between himself and the Pharaoh in five steps, but was brought to a sudden halt when the Pharaoh turned. Seth was smirking; looking much too pleased with himself. Yami was cradled in his arms, clearly unconscious.

"So, the Thief King rushes to the defense of his young ward." Seth drawled, the self-satisfied look not leaving his face. Bakura snarled at the tone of voice Seth was using and raised his dagger to attack. The weapon got no higher than his chest when Bakura froze. Seth dropped Yami to the ground to reveal that he had been holding the Millennium Rod the entire time. The item was glowing eerily, as if to make a point.

"Too afraid to fight me man to man, Pharaoh?" Bakura sneered, the Millennium Ring flaring to life in an attempt to ward off the Rod's spell.

"Not at all." The Rod glowed brighter, and Bakura's grip on the dagger weakened. Seth narrowed his eyes angrily. "You helped me defeat Atem by weakening him before hand. I have not forgotten this, but if you continue on this path, I will repay you with pain." Bakura scoffed.

"What are you going to do, make me stab myself with my own dagger?" Even as he spoke, the dagger fell to the sand, landing near Yami's prone form. "If you could kill me, you would have already. I see the Puzzle-" Bakura would have gestured to the golden puzzle around the Pharaoh's neck if he could move. "Isn't doing much to aid the Rod in your attempt to rid the world of me. Why is that? Can you not control it?" Light dawned in Bakura's eyes, and he grinned sadistically. "The Puzzle will not respond to a new Pharaoh unless the old one is dead. Could it be possible that you failed in your attempt to kill Atem?" Bakura was grinning, feeling smug with himself, but the feeling dissipated when Seth started to laugh.

"Are you really so stupid that you cannot put two and two together? You've been living with him for five years and you still don't know who he is? I would have thought that even an idiot thief like you could figure this out." Seth gestured at Yami with the Rod, and Bakura remembered his train of thought from that morning.

Funny, it wasn't even two hours ago that he had been pondering the names that Yami had screamed in his sleep. Now he was pondering how Yami could even be alive to scream names at night, if his theory about who Yami really was correct.

"You mean…" Bakura trailed off, feeling slightly, no, incredibly stupid. Of course, it all made sense. The shadow powers, the hair, the lack or memories. What was it Yami had said that first day in the desert? 'The darkness took my name?' It was beginning to make sense.

"I see you have finally caught on. Good. I hate having conversations with idiots. Though it appears I will be making an exception anyway." Bakura felt his lip curl in a very impressive sneer, but the Pharaoh was undeterred. "You, my idiotic thief king, have been living with, and I believe sleeping with the former Pharaoh Atem." Bakura bit back the urge to say something that would get his head cut off. From all that Seth was saying, it was obvious that he had known about Yami for quite some time. So why had he waited until now to strike?

"Why were you looking for him? You already killed him once, isn't that enough?" Bakura could feel the Rod's spell fading, although he doubted having the use of one toe would be any good against Seth, what seemed like his entire army, and three dragons.

"I doubt you would be able to understand why I have been searching for him. The point is, I have found him now, and I will take him." Though the Pharaoh was far above such childish mannerisms, the words so there were implied at the end of his speech. Bakura bit out a curse that would have made his mother's ears bleed, had she still been alive, and glared at the Pharaoh.

"You're acting like he's an object. Like you're just going to plunk him down on your bed and he'll just stay there until you have use of him." Bakura could move one leg now, and both arms. Seth had his hand on the Rod, but could Bakura get to his fallen dagger before the Pharaoh plunged the sharp end of the Rod into his chest? Luckily, Bakura was spared finding out the answer to this question when Yami, who had been lying forgotten at Seth's feet, stirred. Seth instantly devoted all his attention to Yami, freeing Bakura from the Rod's spell. Bakura went for his dagger, but he was ignored in favor of the still groggy Yami.

"What did you do to him?" Bakura snapped, not forgetting for an instant that Yami was not just a glass figurine. This was the second in command to an entire legion of thieves, many of who were wanted for much more than just petty theft. Seth was spared from answering when all traces of confusion disappeared from Yami's eyes and he grabbed at the puzzle hanging around Seth's neck.

"This is mine." He hissed, his voice containing more malice than even Bakura would have thought possible. But as soon as his eyes had cleared, they had clouded over again, and he loosened his grip on the puzzle.

"You have you answer." Seth said to Bakura, looking him straight in the eyes for what seemed like the first time. "His memories are only making their appearance now. He would have been of absolutely no use to me if he thought he was a thief. I need the Pharaoh."

"What the fuck do you think you're going to do to him?" Bakura said, taking another step forward.

"I'm going to do to him what I feel like. And there is nothing you, my puny thief, can do to stop me." The maniacal glint in Seth's eyes made Baker's blood run cold, and he prayed briefly to a god he no longer believed in that Yami would still be alive when he was rescued.