Disclaimer: see chapter one

Author Notes: Some of you thought that chapter 6 was the end! No, no, no, I could never do that to you all. Without getting into some long and detailed story about my wicked evil computer, I will just tell you that it ate this chapter and spat out binary code and I had to start all over again. 0.o; I know, this is only about 500 words, but the next half comes tomorrow, so you will be alright. (If I didn't cry at loosing all my beautiful writing, you aren't allowed to cry either)But here's to 1320 hits and 34 reviews! Thanks people, you rock!


Yami lay draped over the large, throne-like chair in one of his many soul rooms. The pharaoh had his legs over one of the arm rests of the stone seat, and his shoulders over the other. His left hand dangled lifelessly, while his face was covered by the crook of his other elbow. His head was craned back, showing his frowning mouth in sharp detail in the half lit room. He could not remember how long he had lain like this, but he truly did not care.

The throne chair was made of crumbling limestone, which left white dustings on his black leather covered shoulders. Yami breathed deeply, and then sighed. No matter how peaceful a room he chose to be in, it was little comfort to his troubled mind. He kept replaying the fight—confrontation?—with Yugi over and over again.

Suddenly, he sat up swiftly, his crimson eyes wide and searching. "Who is there?" he called out warily, the sound echoing in the stone walled room. Silence greeted his query, and the former pharaoh got to his feet. Something here did not feel right…

Quietly, he exited this room, and stepped out into the corridors of his soul. The feeling was stronger here, and he turned his head left and right to try and pinpoint the disturbance. Yami set off at a light run, his boots clicking on the cobblestones below as he ran up and down the twisted staircases. His heart beat faster the closer he got to the feeling, and the more he realized that it was something dark. Something that did not belong.

After a time, he skid to a halt in front of one particular soul door. Outwardly, it looked like any number of the hundreds of entrances, but Yami shuddered when his hand touched the handle. He swallowed hard, and pushed it open gently, slipping inside and moving to stand with his back close to the wall. It was dark in the room, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust.

The room was empty, save for one white-haired person who stood languidly, his back turned to Yami. The man was dressed casually in jeans and a blue and white striped t-shirt that hugged his slim frame. Instantly, the pharaoh recognized who this intruder in his soul had to be.

"Bakura!"

The man spun around sharply, his chocolate brown eyes wide in shock. He dropped the small black photo album that he had held loosely in his hands, letting it fall to the ground with a light thump.

"Pharaoh?"


Don't hurt me! I have a problem with technology, it dies around me. This time, when the computer died, it took a souvenier. (shakes fist angrily) And just so you know, I will be a good author and tell you when it is the end. You aren't let off that easily. Review again, if you please. I honestly never get sick of it. :)