At long last, the completed chapter. I hope it disappoints no one. Enjoy!

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Ryou groaned as he felt scattered raindrops hit his face. He head was on fire. It felt like something had tried to rip his mind apart and shred it, and had barely failed. Spots of colors danced behind his tightly closed eyelids, only helping to add to his growing dizziness. Right now, all he could comprehend was the ache in his skull. Though the questions why he was here and how he got here danced briefly through his brain once or twice.

Gradually, the throbbing in his head softened enough for him to attempt to force his eyes open. Slowly, his eyelids peeled apart, and he became aware of a dim light. Soft as the light was, it was torture to his aching head, and he snapped his eyes closed again, breathing hard. Only when a few minutes had past did he dare to crack his eyelids open once more. This time, the light did not assault him nearly so much, and he was eventually able to open his eyes fully. A few moments after that, the blurry images cleared up to form an interesting scene.

He must have been transported to a different country, because he was very, very sure he had never been here before. Heck, he was positive that places like these didn't even exist any longer! The first thing tipped him off to the fact that he was a very long way from home was when he noticed he was lying on what looked like a wooden bench. A WOODEN bench! He had never seen a real wooden bench before in his eighteen years of life! Nothing was made out of trees anymore! They had run out of trees to make things with ages ago!

He sat up, rubbing his head, wondering if the bench really was made out of wood. But he'd felt wood before. His class had gone on a field trip to the National History Museum when he was ten, and he'd been given the chance to feel a worked pieced of wood. And it'd felt exactly like this.

The next thing he noticed was the grass all around. Ok, so grass wasn't all that uncommon. But there was so much of it in one place! Was he in some sort of Protected Area?

And what in the world was that! That giant, brightly colored monstrosity standing in the middle of the grassy field, surrounded by a circle of wood chips and shavings. It looked like…like…well, he wasn't sure what it was like!

Wait...Ryou closed his eyes, wrecking his brain for a hidden memory he somehow knew he possessed. Where had he seen…?

Suddenly, his chocolate brown eyes sprang open again. That's IT! He'd seen it in an old textbook, where they'd been describing the lives of children during the Age of the Wars. This was a playground! There were the swings, the slide, and the monkey bars. He beamed, feeling proud that he'd been able to remember something learned so long ago.

But the pride vanished in a flash as his mind caught up to him. If there was a playground right here, then something very strange was definitely going on. He looked around again, panic starting to creep up and fill him. Were those gasoline cars on the road! Those kids…their clothes were soaked to their skin! And…was that man walking five dogs on fabric leashes!

Ryou chocked. He felt like he was going to faint.

It can't be, his mind babbled. It can't! Many things our machines can do…but nothing can turn back Time!

But there was no arguing with the facts, and reality was hitting home. Hard.

If his suspicious were true – and they became more undeniable by the second – then he, Ryou Tokashi, had somehow been sent back three hundred years to the Age of the Wars.

Bakura sat with his back to a wall, rubbing his temples. He'd woken up about ten minutes ago, with his head screaming in pain, thus sending his nervous system into emergency overdrive. Thankfully, the throbbing ache had all but subsided, leaving a very confused man in its wake.

He wasn't sure what to make of his situation. All he knew was that he was in an alley of some sort. It was a very dirty alley. He'd have to make a complaint to the government. After all, they did promise the citizens trash-free streets everywhere.

But that was not his immediate concern. The fact that he had no idea where he was was much more alarming. Looking around, he could not see any other signs of life. Panic seized him. The last thing he remembered was being sucked into that black vortex. That must mean the others were here, too, right?

But where were they? Where were Ryou, Yami, Joey, Marik, Malik...?

And how the hell were they supposed to get back home?

In classroom 1-B of Domino High School, the teacher droned on in a seemingly endless speech about something called the Gaia Hypothesis, and how it was very important to the people of that day and age, and how they should all look into it for it was very intriguing and informative about how people of their time thought…

In other words, it was another boring old day.

The drowsing heat outside combined with the monotonous tone at which the teaching was lecturing was enough to put any sane person to sleep – as it unsurprisingly had for the past hour and fifty-five minutes. However, the internal alarm clock all students seemed to be armed with had finally snapped their minds back to consciousness. Every single student in the class was staring desperately at the clock hanging on the wall, as if trying to combine their will powers to force the minute hand to move forward three spaces, thus freeing them from this prison.

Oh wait…I'm sorry. Every student except one, that is.

The above mentioned student had snowy white hair. Even in the midday heat of the summer day, his school jacket was buttoned all the way up. The boy looked to be around sixteen, and was scribbling madly on the piece of notebook paper in front of him, determinedly absorbing everything the teacher said. Even with the speed he was writing at, his handwriting was neat, and his fingers made his pen dance across the page, filling line after line. Four other pieces of notebook paper sat momentarily abandoned at the corner of his desk, each already stuffed from top to bottom with notes.

Two minutes to go, and the teacher gave no signs of stopping. She did not notice – or perhaps just chose to ignore – that practically every one of her students was already halfway out of their seats. Only the white-haired boy remained in rapt attention.

One minute…thirty seconds…twenty…ten…eight…four…

BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Whoops out joy erupted as the entire class sprang up as one, the numerous individuals tripping over each other in their mad race for the door.

"Alright class! I expect that essay in next Friday!" the teacher called after her charges' quickly retreating backs. Merely seconds later, she faced a nearly empty classroom. The only other living being in the room, aside from the "class pet" mouse, which was, at the moment, nibbling on crumbs left over from the students' hidden snacking during class, was the teen who had been so vigorously taking notes barely a minute before. The snowy-haired teen finished packing up, before standing and heading for the door. He gave the teacher a smile, and said a "Thank you, Sensei," before following his long gone classmates out the door. He emerged from the school building a full twenty minutes later, having made trips to his locker and to various teachers for some after-class advice, with his backpack full of homework waiting to be done over the weekend.

The moment he emerged from what the pupils of Domino High liked to call the "Dreary Gray Prison" (namely, the school building itself), and into the sunlight outside, he was greeted by an enthusiastic, "Hey, Ryou! It took you long enough!"

The white-haired teen raised his eyes, which were a soft chocolate brown, to see a group of students heading his way.

"Man, that last class was boring. She rambled on for fifty straight minutes and I did not get a word!" That remark came from a tall blonde teen by the name of Joey Wheeler. He had been in the same class as Ryou last period.

"Oh, you mean Philosophy? I had that earlier. I didn't get it, either," the short, tri-color haired boy named Yugi Motou sighed, shaking his head dispiritedly.

"Me neither," the rest of the group chorused in near perfect unison.

"I got it," Ryou said, raising an eyebrow in surprise. He was used to Joey and Tristan not getting the lesson – their idea of 'paying attention' usually involved rubber band fights and loud, interruptive commentary. Marik probably wasn't much better, but Ryou wouldn't know. His only class with Marik was Literature, which was boring enough in itself. And since it was the first class of the day, Marik usually slept through the whole thing. But Yugi and Téa were relatively good students, and should have had no problem with the lecture. "Were you guys paying any attention at all?"

"I tried," Yugi muttered. "Somehow I kept getting distracted," he added with a growl, glaring at a spot between Joey and Marik that seemingly no one occupied. At his words, a flash of light emitted from the golden upside down pyramid that hung from a chain around Yugi's neck, and suddenly, a lithe teen appeared at the exact spot Yugi had been glaring at.

Yami smirked, a bland expression on his face. "But aibou, YOU were the one who complained to me in the first place! Something about an evil, cranky, monotonous, wrinkled old cow that wasn't making any sense, pacing around half-naked in front of the class…"

Joey chocked, covering his mouth and doubling over as fits of laughter escaped him. Tristan stared for a moment, before joining the blonde. By this time, Marik had stuffed his arm into his mouth in an attempt to stifle the giggles escaping from his throat. All three boys were trying in vain to erase the disturbing-yet-hilarious mental picture that had formed in their heads. Téa, the lone girl of the group, could only shake her head at the 'immature boys.' Ryou gaped, wondering how his seemingly innocent friend could've thought up something like that. The teacher hadn't been half naked…ok, maybe she had worn a skimpy tank top and a practically non-existent skirt (in an obvious effort to appear "cool" and failing miserably), but seeing as how it was over ninety degrees outside, that was understandable….right! Yugi, blushing madly and scowling, chucked his book bag at his yami, who ducked.

"Hee hee…an old cow…" Joey chuckled, recovering. "Aw man, that just made up for the whole rotten day!"

"It's not that funny!" Yugi snapped defensively.

"Yes, it is. To hear it coming from you…" Marik sniggered, straightening himself up.

"Alright guys, lay off him." Ryou shook his head. "My yami could've thought up worse than that. Much worse. Much, much worse."

"Un-debatable," Yami replied nonchalantly. He must have been in a good mood, as the mention of Bakura did not even make him frown.

"Yeah, but your yami and Yugi aren't exactly alike," Tristan pointed out as they started to walk away from Domino High.

"No, I suppose not," Ryou admitted. "So, are we still meeting at the park in half an hour?"

"Yup. Get home, drop your stuff off, and meet at the old bench in front of the play structure. I'm glad the rain decided to clear up so quickly." Joey grinned at the clear-blue sky, looking every bit like the puppy Seto Kaiba had dubbed him.

"Well, guys, I'll see you when I come back from vacation in three months, alright? Have a nice summer vacation!" Téa smiled, waving as she walked off. Her family had taken her out of school for the last two weeks before break, as they were going to America for the summer.

"I best get going, too. I'm going to baby-sit my nephew this weekend," Tristan sighed. "Little brat. Wish I could come with you guys."

Joey smacked his friend on the back. "Don't let it get you down, man! See you next week!"

Fifteen minutes later, Ryou had arrived at his house, unlocked the door, and dumped his book bag in his room. His house was nearest the park, and he had time to spare. Sighing, his sat on the couch and opened his link with his yami.

/Bakura/

/What is it/ came the harsh and impatient reply.

Ryou winced. /I'll be at the park with the gang until dinner. /

/Hmm. At least you remembered to tell me this time. Good boy. Now get, and don't come home late or you'll regret it, believe me. /The former tomb-robber growled.

/Yes, yami. / Ryou muttered, before shutting the link and heading out the door, locking it with his keys. The bright world outside lifted his mood and he went strolling towards the appointed destination. Surely nothing too bad could happen on such a marvelous day as this.

Yugi was beaming as he walked towards the park to meet his friends. Yami had wandered off, saying he'd catch up with them later. The violet-eyed hikari was relishing in all the happiness in the air. He was all but skipping. The sun was out. The birds were chirping, and it was only two weeks until summer break. Life was good!

So absorbed was he in trying to take in all the pleasures from the world around him that his normally sharp sixth-sense didn't even notice the small figure watching him nearby.

He paused briefly to watch two children chase a puppy with a grin. He loved sights like that. They always gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling in his heart, followed with an unexplainable urge to immediately ditch all his dignity and go running and dancing and singing in a field of daisies. However, his fantasies were dashed away as unexpectedly, he felt something tug on his pants.

"Excuse me," the wind helped carry the soft, young, and somewhat hesitant voice up to his ears.

Yugi looked down, surprised. He blinked at the sight, his expression quickly turning into one of shock.

Standing at his feet was a little boy, looking to be around five. He was looking rather shyly up at the teen with wide, sparkling crimson eyes. The child's hair was messy; black, tipped with red and streaked here and there with gold. The clothes he wore were made of a strange type of material Yugi had never seen before, and his shoes bore the symbol of a company foreign to the teenager.

/Yami! /Yugi squeaked in his thoughts, not trusting his voice.

/Yes Yugi? What's wrong/ came the reply. Yugi frowned. Yami's mental voice sounded far away, and the spirit sounded like he always did…so this kid in front of him wasn't his yami.

/N-nothing, Yami. It's alright. /

/If you say so…/ his dark trailed off. Yugi closed the link.

"What wrong?" Yugi asked the child who was still staring at him, speaking softly so as not to alarm the little boy.

"Have you seen Otou-san or niichan?" the boy asked worriedly, a hint of fear in his eyes his crimson eyes. "I looked and looked but I can't find them anywhere."

"You're lost? What do they look like?" the teen knelt down, placing a hand comfortingly on the child's head.

The little boy frowned, tilting his head, and his light-colored bangs flopped haphazardly over his large eyes, making him all the cuter in Yugi's opinion. "Well, they're both taller'n you, and they've got long white hair and brown eyes. Otou-san's taller than nii-chan, though," he added as an afterthought.

Yugi blinked. That sounded exactly like Ryou and Bakura…but that couldn't be!

He shook his head, baffled. "Well, I haven't noticed them, but how about you come with me? My friends may have seen them." He straightened and offered a hand to the boy.

The child smiled happily; glad to have found a friendly face. He took Yugi's hand, and proceeded to follow Yugi in a half-trot, half-bounce. The teen giggled, seeing this, wondering if Yami had been like that when he had been little.

They arrived at the park shortly. The others were already there.

"Yugi, who's that?" Joey asked, spotting the boy clinging onto his friend's hand. The child looked up, and spotted Ryou among the group staring at him. His eyes lit up for a moment, and he started to move forward, but quickly stopped as a small frown appeared of his face. This wasn't the Ryou he was used to…this teen looked a lot like him, but it wasn't his Ryou. He could tell. His Ryou niichan had a different feel to him. But then who was this strange boy who looked so much like his niichan?

And those other looked like Joey-kun and Marik-kun. But they weren't, he could tell. They didn't feel the same as the Joey and Marik he knew. And that unnerved him. Why were there so many look-alikes in this place? His little mind struggle to comprehend this strange situation.

Yugi could see the boy eyeing the group with confusion in his eyes. So it wasn't Ryou, he thought. Out loud, he answered Joey's question. "He's lost. He's looking for his father and older brother – both has long white hair and brown eyes, about the same height, but one's taller. Seen them?"

"Well, seems like it fits Ryou's description. How many young people have white hair? But I didn't know you had a younger brother who looks freakily like the Pharaoh. Nor did I know Bakura has become a father." Marik raised an eyebrow at the white-haired teen.

"That's because I don't. And don't let Bakura catch you saying that." Ryou rolled his eyes.

The little boy jumped at the names, causing Yugi to look down at him. The child was obviously getting quite unnerved, although the teen didn't know why.

"Hey, what's wrong?" the hikari knelt down, giving the child a quick hug. "Don't be scared. We'll find your family-" Whatever else he might have said was lost forever in the land of oblivion, because he was suddenly cut off by a shout that sounded behind him.

"Yami-chan!"

The child's head jerked up, and he tore himself away form Yugi, darting away towards the voice as quickly as his short legs would allow, crying, "Niichan!" Yugi's body unwisely decided to not consult his brain before trying to stand up and turn around at the same time, almost causing the teen to fall straight over backwards. He heard his friends' gasps as he desperately tried to sort himself out, and finally managed to get a good look at the person the little boy had ran off to. And the resulting shock nearly sent him reeling again.

The little boy was sprinting towards a teenager with white hair who looked exactly like Ryou!

"Niichan!" the boy repeated delightedly as the teen scooped him up into a fierce hug. "You're here!"

"Damn, Ryou, I didn't know you had a twin!" Marik gasped hoarsely.

"That's because I don't, you moron!" Ryou hissed, staring at his look-alike in disbelief.

The 'other Ryou,' as Yugi had quickly dubbed him, looked up at the group with a grin on his face. However, the smile was quickly replaced by a startled frown as the child in his arms stretched up to whisper something in his ear.

The whole group was still staring as the white-haired teen walked forward, stopping in front of them.

There was a slight hesitation, before the boy said, "Thank you for finding my brother. I thought I'd lost him."

"It's no problem," Yugi murmured. The teen did look so exactly like Ryou. Exactly! The only thing different was that this stranger had a different aura, a different feel to him.

"My name's Ryou, by the way," the stranger added.

"What!" Marik squeaked.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes, there's something wrong! Are you blind! This white-haired kid here, this is my friend, and if you haven't noticed, you two look exactly alike! And his name is Ryou, too!" Marik's voice had risen to a yell by the time he was done.

The two Ryou's stared at each other for a full ten seconds without blinking.

"Well…I'm Ryou Tokashi," the 'other Ryou' offered weakly.

"Ryou Bakura" the 'original Ryou' answered, his eyes still wide.

"Well, that's a slight difference, at least. And you two…are you Joey and Marik?" the Other Ryou asked.

"How did you know?" Yugi breathed.

"Because…well, because I have two friends that look exactly like them! And you…you're Yugi, aren't you? I had a Yugi in my year-three class five years ago, and he looked exactly like you, too!"

"Ok. This is bizarre," Joey groaned. "And who's the kid? Yami?"

"My name's Yamakali," the child responded. "But I like being called Yami better."

Marik let out a strangled moan. "That's just too strange! Weren't three pairs of duplicates enough?"

The speed at which everything was unfolding was enough to make the strongest man dizzy. Unfortunately, before anyone could reply, there was a brilliant flash of light beside Ryou, and an unwelcome figure appeared with a throaty growl. "WHO ARE YOU!" yelled the white-haired teen known as the sadistic, maniacal, and homicidal Spirit of the Millennium Ring. "What are you doing with my hikari!"

"Bakura!" the Other Ryou squeaked, jumping a foot in the air. Little Yami's eyes went wide. The spirit glared at them both. If looks could kill, they'd both have burst into flames on the spot.

"Why are you impersonating my hikari!" Bakura screamed, glowering at the teen, making the poor guy feel like he was shrinking a foot a second. "Who in HELL are you!"

"B-Bakura, I'm fine!" the white-haired hikari stammered, trying to calm his yami down. "Really, I am!"

"Don't lie to me, Ryou! I can feel your unease from miles away! You, boy, must have a DEATH WISH, because NO ONE upsets MY HIKARI and gets away with it!" the yami raged, advancing, forcing the other teen to back up nervously. Little Yami was whimpering and burrowing against his brother's neck.

Without warning, Bakura lunged and struck, driving his fist forward towards the Other Ryou's face.

Fortunately, his fist never made it.

In all the commotion, no one had noticed the person sprinting towards them from the buildings across the street from the park. The person had arrived right on time, and had planted himself right between the spirit and the Other Ryou, with the stunned Bakura's fist caught tightly in his.

"Bakura!" the New Ryou gasped, relief flooding his voice. "Thank goodness! Great timing! I was scared to death!"

The man scowled at his duplicate, who was staring back with a mixture of shock and hatred. "You're welcome, Ryou. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Not yet," New Ryou muttered. "Don't cry, Yami-chan. It'll be ok."

"You must have a death wish," the New Bakura growled at the spirit, giving the others a funny sense of Deja Vu. "No one messes with my family."

"Funny. I just pretty much said the same thing. Except it was, 'no one messes with my hikari' and gets away with it," the ex-tomb robber snarled back defiantly.

"I usually don't like picking on people…but for you, I'll make an exception," the New Bakura snapped.

"Thanks. I'm flattered."

And a fistfight broke loose.

The others watched in a fascinated horror, as the two Bakuras rolled on the floor, fists flying. The spirit didn't get to summon his shadow magic: his opponent kept him too distracted. But he hadn't been a renowned Tomb Robber for nothing, and he began to get a slight advantage over the other. It gradually became apparent that the Other Bakura was losing. He wasn't losing badly, but he was still losing, nevertheless.

"This doesn't look good," the Other Ryou muttered softly, so that only the child in his arms could hear. "He needs help."

"Did you mention 'help'?" a voice spoke up behind him, causing the teen to jump a foot in the air again. He spun around, and found himself face-to-face with Bakura's friend Malik, with his classmates Marik and Joey right behind him, both grinning at Ryou in a reassuring way.

"If I weren't holding Yami, I'd hug you," Ryou moaned, looking close to tears. "Help him!"

Malik didn't need to be told twice. Jumping in, he seized a hold of the feisty spirit, and whacked him hard in the head. As Malik had taken martial arts lesson from the age of five, this was saying something. The ex-Tomb Robber gave a light gasp before going limp and dropping unconscious. Malik dropped him unceremoniously unto the floor, and kicked him out of the way before going to stand over his colleague. "Bakura. Fancy meeting you here."

The man groaned, and shut his eyes briefly, before opening them again. He was lying sprawled on the floor. "I'm getting way too old to be fist fighting. Thanks for your help."

"Don't be so morbid, man, you're only twenty," Malik rolled his eyes. "And you're welcome. Couldn't just let him continue pounding the daylights out of you, could I? If you died, I'd have to take care of your charges, too."

"You're ok, right, Bakura?" Other Ryou came up, kneeling beside his cousin nervously. "Not hurt too badly, are you?"

"I'm fine," the man grunted, sitting up. "Don't cry, Yami-chan."

Malik helped his friend to his feet. Aside from a few darkening bruises, Bakura was pretty much fine.

"Hey, is it just me, or am I seeing myself over there?" Marik (the other one) asked suddenly, spotting his duplicate, who was staring right back at him.

"Damn, you're right!" Joey had just spotted Joey.

"What's going on?" Malik looked around. "What is this place?"

"Uh…well this is Domino City…" Yugi spoke up nervously.

"And I'm sorry about Bakura. My Bakura. He's a bit…protective," the original Ryou stammered.

"Ah, no problem," the Other Bakura waved a hand dismissively, relaxed and friendly now that the danger was past. Surprisingly enough, everyone was taking the bizarreness of situation quite well.

"Aibou? What's going on here?"

Yugi jumped when the new voice entered the conversation, and turned to see his yami jogging over to them, staring at the duplicates and the unconscious Bakura on the ground. "What did I miss, exactly?"

"Not much, Pharaoh," Original Marik replied. "Just the appearance of people who look exactly like us, with the same names and everything. And you missed our dear friend Bakura getting beat up."

"I'm sorry for causing trouble," Other Bakura interrupted. "We don't exactly belong here. But now that we're here, we don't know how to get back home."

"Where's your home, exactly?" Original Joey asked.

"Answer my question first. What year is this?" the white-haired man countered.

Yugi looked incredulous, but answered anyway. "This is the year 2005."

Other Joey chocked, and Malik muttered, "I knew it" in a tone that said his worse suspicions had been confirmed.

"So now answer our question. Who are you?" Yami demanded, staring at the child in Other Ryou's arms, who was staring right back. Their eyes, identical in color, were locked.

"My name is Bakura Tokashi. This is my younger cousin, Ryou, and my son Yamakali – who prefers to be called Yami. This here is my colleague Malik Ishtar and his younger brother, Marik. And this is Joey Wheeler, Ryou and Marik's friend from school," the white-haired man explained. "Now, if I may ask, who are you?"

"I'm Yugi Mouto. This is my…my brother, Yami," the short teen quickly decided not to tell these strangers about the Millennium Items yet. "And these are my friends, Ryou Bakura, Joey Wheeler and Marik Ishtar, and that's Bakura Ryou, Ryou's older brother."

"Their names are backwards," Other Marik observed brightly.

"Yeah…our parents thought it'd be…interesting," Original Ryou said nervously.

"Ok, we're going to have to have some way to distinguish you duplicates. Or else, every time someone calls, "Ryou!", there'd be two people answering, "What?"' Yami crossed his arms. "And that'd be very confusing. It already is. And my life is already confusing enough."

"How bout calling this guy Ryu?" Other Marik asked, pointing at his friend. "That's his nickname at school."

"Really? I didn't know that," Other Bakura said, surprised.

"Right then. Ryou and Ryu. How about you?" Yami asked New Marik and New Joey.

"Call me Ishtar," Other Marik replied brightly.

"As if that would solve anything! Half the people at school call me Ishtar!" Original Marik snorted.

"Fine. You come up with something, then!" Other Marik growled, all but baring his fangs.

"I got it," Malik interrupted with a small, mischievous grin. "How about calling this kid Riku? His little friends used to call him that."

Other Marik's eyes widened. "Yeah, back when I was three! Absolutely NOT!"

"Riku it is, then." Original Marik stated brightly.

"No – !" but too late, Other Marik shall hence forth be known as Riku.

"OK, now the two Joeys. I don't think we need to worry about Malik, our Malik isn't coming back anytime soon," Yugi hid a small shudder at the thought of the sadistic yami, who was presumably – and hopefully – still in the Shadow Realm.

"If I have to suffer, so does he," Riku growled. "Give him something horrible, dammit!"

"Oh, hush, you," Other Bakura snapped. "Just call him…oh…I don't know…Jou, or something!"

"I got it! We'll call the New Joey Jonouchi! How's that?" Yugi suggested.

"Fine," Other Joey – Jonouchi – quickly said, fearing that Riku might come up with something worse.

"And we'll just call this guy Yami Bakura," Yami said, nudging the still out cold spirit with his foot. "So the New Bakura can remain Bakura."

"And no need to worry about the two Yamis…one is Yami-chan and the other is just Yami," Ryu added.

Yugi grinned his trademark grin, somehow managing to be happy even in such a situation that would have rendered any sane person totally in shock until the end of the century. "Sounds perfect! Confusing, yet so perfect! Now come on, you need to tell us what exactly is going on…"

Confused, yet? It should get better…hopefully! As of now, here is a list of the current characters:

From the future:

Bakura

Ryu

Yami-chan

Malik

Riku

Jounochi

Everyone from the original show has retained the regular names.

Yami Bakura is spirit of the Ring

Marik is hikari

OK, this chapter took me way too long. Hopefully, the other ones will come quicker. Do you have any idea how hard it is to try and incorporate five sets of duplicates into a chapter and still have it coherent enough to be understood without twisting the brain into a pretzel! It's HARD! Please don't kill me for making you wait (sobs).

Alright, I'm done. Anyway, thank you for all your support. Without the reviewers, this chapter would not be here.