Author's note: Woot! New chapter and all new fun-ness. Introduction of more characters in which we all know and love. Sorry guys, originally I cut the two chapter up. So this is Chapter 3 revised. Thanks to all those who have read this so far! Now if I can get some reviews it would be great.
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, would I do this if I did? Yes.
Blood Legacy:
Reassigned
Jonouchi leaned against a light post, snapping the cigarette lighter shut. Never really liking the side of town he was in. The stronger you look, the better off you were. Grabbing the ragged backpack off the park bench, he swung it around his shoulder. A sleek looking car began to drive down the street towards him. The brakes squealed as they stopped in front of him. Opening the door, he tossed the bag on the floor and sat down barely getting the door shut before the driver took off.
"How did it go?" Jonouchi began to look at the new car. "Brujahs... why the hell did they have to live in brujah territory?" Yami looked at him quickly. "You have another one?" Jonouchi began to search his coat pocket. "Nervous?" Yami smirked. "Let's just say I don't like the neighborhood either." Jonouchi handed him one he had lit for Yami. Yami pressed it in his lips and both started to sink lower in the chairs.
"What's the report other than that?" Jonouchi started to nod as they drove passed some of the brujah women. Wearing tattered miniskirts that still remained sexy, with bandage chains around their tops and fingerless gloves. "Hate the clan, but chicks still remain hotter than hell."
One of the girls stopped at the curb and watched the car come towards her. "Anzu what are you doing?" She smiled at her friends and hitched up her skirt and flipped her long hair. "Having fun."
Yami caught a glimpse of her smiling at him. His eyes followed as they drove past only to wind up in a near accident. "Know what you mean." Anzu laughed as the car swerved. "I never get tired of that."
Yami inhaled trying to regain his composure. "Anyway... back to what we were discussing."
"The good news is he's still alive. The bad news is the rumors I've been hearing. The toreadors are moving in and so are the malkavians, I don't know how long he'll survive like that, he's not strong enough to protect himself." Yami sighed, "The rumors are true. They are moving in which is why I may have to become backwards and go day-walker." Jonouchi shifted his brow. "Can you make it that long in sunlight?"
"Not sure, I haven't done it in a while, but I know my power level is there." They came to a four way stop were Yami waved his hand at them and continued to go straight. The car switched his turn signal on and followed them.
The sirens went off and the red light shot in to the interior. Yami pulled the car over to a stop and cop behind him pulled over behind him. "Damn, what now?" Yami reached over in to the glove compartment and held the needed paperwork, as he rolled down the window. The officer began to shine his flashlight at them. "This is a nice looking car in this side of town, what are you guys doing out this late?"
"New car... I was just picking up my friend." The officer took a good look at him. "Afraid I'm gonna need proof of that." Yami handed him the insurance card and registration papers. "Where you headed from?"
"We live in Domino I just got off of work and went get him from his nephew's house, over on 6th and grand. His car broke down and his sister's car in the shop." The cop looked at them without lifting his head up. "Step out of the car."
Yami shook his head and opened the car and walked to the side of it. "Do you have any weapons on you or drugs?" Yami looked over to the side. "Actually... yes." He reached behind his back and pulled out a sheathed dagger, a switchblade from his pocket and leaned over to lift his pant leg exposing a small dagger shaped throwing star. Setting each item on the trunk of the car. Yami noticed Jonouchi still sitting in the car banging his head off the dashboard. "I also have a metal pipe under the drivers seat, can't be too careful out here. The only drugs that are in the car are the cigarettes you saw us with. May I ask what this is all about?"
The cop was stunned about how up front and honest he was about everything. "Truthfully I thought you flipped me off." Yami shook his head. "No, just a respectful wave. I give credit to you guys out here."
Yami sat back down in the car and shut the door and waited for the car to go ahead of him. "You are insane." Yami started the car and put it in drive. "Not really, respect goes a long way. I did nothing wrong." Jonouchi twisted his body and looked at him. "I was talking about the knifes." Jonouchi sat back. "What's the damage?"
"None."
"WHAT?"
"He let me off with a warning."
"You did lie to him though." Yami shrugged. "Maybe, but then we would have had to do the drug tests if I didn't."
December 17, 1987
The blond gangrel perched on the window ceil of the Mouto home, just like he did every night. The brown haired woman carried her now one-year-old son in to his room and set him down in his bed. Kissing him goodnight after singing a lullaby until he fell asleep, walking back to the door, she looked at him one last time before shutting the door behind her.
Jonouchi lifted the window and began to creep through the room towards him. Looking down at him, the boy still remained as small as ever. This was the first time he had ever gotten this close to Yugi since the hospital incident. He reached down and started playing with the boy's soft hair. His brows creased as he looked over him carefully. The golden bangs stood out in the dark room, "so you're the chosen one huh? Careful, even though you're small, your hair might be the thing that sticks you out." Yugi stirred in his bed, beginning to cry from a bad dream.
Jonouchi fell back from the sudden outburst and looked over and instinct kicked in to just pick him up and cradle him. Calming down he began to blink to open his eyes. The soft amethyst colored eyes met the strange honey colored. Instantly the boy looked away, but Jonouchi still coaxed him to look at him again. A smile escaped his lips and caused Yugi smile brightly back at him. Jonouchi heard footsteps down the hall; he set the boy back down and left the room through the window. He continued to watch as his mother come in to the room wearing her housecoat and becoming puzzled as Yugi was sitting up laughing happily to see her.
He watched as she picked him up and held on her hip. "That was odd, no why can't you do that every night?" A tall man came up behind her and her at her waist and kissed Yugi on his forehead. "Bad dream again?" She nodded.
"I was hoping to ask you this later, but I don't think it can wait. This past year has been wonderful; I look around here and after meeting you and your son I can't just walk away. At night I watch the news and the reports are getting worse and closer to you. I'm being reassigned my work here is done... I'm going back to America. Will you come with me?" Lilly stood there shocked by his question, unable to speak. "If I go back I'll worry too much not knowing if you're dead or alive. Lilly, please think about going with me."
Jonouchi was perched on the rooftop looking over the gutter listening to the discussion. "Say no, say no."
Lilly looked in to his dark brown eyes. "Yes, I'll go back with you."
"NO!"
Lilly and Thomas looked over at the window. "What was that?"
Jonouchi scurried backwards, "me and my big mouth."
Thomas stuck his head out the window then up towards the roof. "What ever it was it's gone now..."
Jonouchi jumped from roof to roof to stay off the streets until he had to. He stuck his hands in his jean pockets. Wearing only a black t-shirt and denim jeans with a chain to try and blend in, but his blood would set him apart if anyone were to focus on him. He didn't think he was out that late when he noticed the sky was turning a navy blue.
"Hey pup, did you really think you could walk in our turf and expect to tell about it?" The blond froze not believing he had let his guard down in a place like this. He turned to see two guys looking straight at him. "Look guys I'm new in town." The two guys laughed. "New? Then how come you've been hanging around here so much? What happened to your driver? He didn't show up tonight?"
"Listen if you guys know what's good for ya, you'll turn back around and walk away." The leader of the two began to crack the knuckles of his fist. "Well, looks like we caught ourselves a fighter." Jonouchi smirked and took a stance. "You won't win."
"Really take a good look around."
Jonouchi looked over each shoulder grinding his teeth he re took his fighting stance. "Only six... no problem."
Standing in the center the clan members circled him in. One charged from behind, using the moment to his advantage he grabbed the arm and swung it behind him using the brujah as a temporary body shield as three more charged at him. Getting tired of the lack of movement Jonouchi used his free arm to elbow strike the guys neck to knock him unconscious. Kicking and punching his way out, he had rendered four of them useless. One charged from the front sliding his hand over knocking the punch out of the way he kneed the guy in the stomach and tossed him to his side. As he came around to face the final member, the leader was quicker by taking a stun gun to him.
The leader of the brujahs, walked to the room, his shadow towered over the sleeping blond.
Jonouchi moaned and looked up to see a tall brunet. "Kaiba?" The man hissed at him and looked away. "I should kill you right now for confusing him with me." Jonouchi looked down noticing his hands were tied behind him. "Then why don't you?" The leader knelt down to him. "Because you took out five of my best men with ease, that's no easy task." Jonouchi noticed he had brown eyes. "I'll only apologize for the Kiaba thing, nothing more." The leader snapped and a man walked behind Jonouchi and cut the ropes. "That's fine with me. I just want to know your business here." Jonouchi looked in to brown eyes as he sat up. "Can't, the prince would kill me if I did."
"The prince?" The brunet questioned with curiosity.
Jonouchi gritted his teeth. "Yes Yami! I'm his guard and friend and if you do anything he'll order for your head served to him on a silver platter pal." He laughed and looked away. "Tristan, not pal, but its a likely story for you to tell so I won't kill you."
"Tristan you may want to rethink that." Tristan turned around to see a dark figure standing behind him. "Y-Yami?" Tristan stood up to see him, only to look down on him only by a couple inches. Yami walked passed him to help Jonouchi up. "My business is only my own here, but I would like to get Jonouchi back in one piece rather than what you did to my messenger explaining the situation."
"I got the message, but your messenger kinda pissed off the wrong guy by calling him a brujah-ha ha."
Tristan nodded and his guards left the room leaving just himself, the blond, and the spiky haired, prince.
Jonouchi gritted his teeth, "Tristan if you ever pull that kind of a stunt again." Tristan laughed. "It's good to see you to."
They all began to lighten up. Yami looked around the room at the office above the nightclub, amazed how silent the room was. The room was decorated in a dungeon setting, but still remained an office. "Nice office... its heavy metal meets orchestra." Jonouchi plopped in the chair sideways so his legs flopped over the edge. Yami sunk back in the chair he found. Jonouchi looked up at the swirling ceiling fan, focusing so he could count the blades. "What's with the tough guy act against me?" Tristan laughed as he pulled out a whiskey bottle. "New requite, we've had spies invade, we're not taking chances."
Yami's brow raised slightly. "Spies?"
"You name it; we've found them. Yami you're the prince of the city, what the hell is going on?"
Yami sat forward resting his forearms on his knees. "There's a kid in the city; I've sent Jonouchi to look over him." Tristan huffed, "a kid?" Yami looked at him, he's crimson eyes pierced Tristan. "The chosen one." Tristan started to overflow the shot glass. "He's been turned already?" Yami looked away. "Halfway. The toreadors want to claim him, and the malkavians want to kill him. Bakura's already shown up." Joey retaliated. "Only the one time." Yami snapped back. "Once is all that it takes."
Jonouchi nodded, "We'll don't worry about it, they'll be outta here in three months." Tristan took another shot. "Why?" Jonouchi shook his head. "The kid's leaving, they're going to America." Yami sunk lower holding his pyramid pendant. "Where?" Joey looked up. "Chicago..." Tristan sat back in his chair, "wow, the kid's gone from bad to worse." Yami sighed, "no, he'd be worse if he was in New York with the tories... do you realize how many strings I have to pull to get you back in there, after your little stunt?"
Jonouchi stood up. "That was not my fault, it was all Tristan!" Yami looked at him straight-faced. "That stunt caused the "death" of Chicago." Tristan laughed. "That was a hell of a party wasn't it? Awe, come on Yami, it was just a couple city blocks." Yami defended himself. "It was half the city and took the cops weeks to break up the riots."
"The Ventrues started it. Accuse me of something I had no part of." Jonouchi was still laughing at the thought of the week. "What was your punishment for that anyway?"
"And I quote. "Death is too easy. Never step foot in to the city again." Joey whined. "So much for my backup if I need it." Yami waved his hand. "We'll cross that bridge when the time comes." Yami stood up and straightened his leather pants. Come on Jonouchi we have work to do. Tristan, thank you for the call. Goodnight." Jonouchi got up to follow Yami, stealing the bottle off the desk. "Jonouchi!" He stopped and smiled back. "That's what you get for not sharing!" Jonouchi took down the hall laughing hysterically.
Jonouchi walked in the room, seeing Yami working on the computer, with a fresh cup of coffee next to him. "Working late again?" Yami smirked, "when am I not?" Jonouchi looked down seeing his picture clipped to a yellow folder. Yami picked it up and handed it to him. "Your new life. Mr. Joey Wheeler. Look it over and tell me what you think." Jonouchi opened it:
United States Air Force
Lt. Col. Wheeler, Joseph J.
Birthplace: New York, NY.
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 140
Blood type: B
"Yami I'm not anorexic! Could you make it a little more realistic?" Yami looked him over. "Fine, there's a scale in the bathroom, go stand on it."
Jonouchi left the room and came back in a few moments later. "I hate you." Yami went back to typing. "Anything else your highness?"
"Yeah, can I keep this? I like the sound of that." Yami printed off the information. "Sorry, you know this just temporary. This just gets you on the base. Your uniform's on the chair." Jonouchi picked up the folded clothes still packaged in the plastic. "Out of curiosity... who are you working with to get all this?"
"Only the best hacker." Placing a picture in the place slot, he walked over to the machine behind him. The card was now laminated. "There, now you're done. Your flight leaves Thursday at 9 am. Lieutenant."
Jonouchi sipped at his cup of coffee, watching discretely as Yugi and his family walked the base. Yugi was resting on his mother's hip with his head cradled in her neck as she carried him. He glanced down at the newspaper on the table beside through his sunglasses. The waitress stood beside him with a pot of coffee. "Boys are so cute at that age... when they flirt it's cute. When they're older, it's annoying." Jonouchi smelled a faint scent; he looked up to see a slender, black haired, young lady. "Anzu?" She smiled. "Morning... Joseph, Jonouchi, oh I'm sorry it's..." She looked at his badge. "Wheeler, today. There's a switch." He picked up the coffee cup trying to act normal. "What are you doing here?" She poured a little coffee into his cup. "Same thing you, only a little different."
"I'm not letting you get the kid without a fight." Anzu sat down in the barstool chair, a cross from him. "It's too early for that. I'm just warning you, you aren't alone." Jonouchi looked back over at the kid. "Well aware."
"Joey listen to me, the Kaiba brothers left last night. They're already in America. Not only that, you're going in to a country that has demons you've never faced. Yami's sacrificing you to the wolves and you're going in willingly."
"Its good to see you care about me, but you're still an assassin. You're not getting me to run away that easily."
"Fine Joey, I you won't listen I'll let you find out yourself and by then it will be to late, but I will say one last thing, you have to interact with him at some point otherwise its all over." Jonouchi set some money on the table for her and looked at the clock. "I'd love to stay Anzu, but I have a plane to catch." Giggling evilly as he left. "I'm surprised you're notgoing in a carrying crate, it would have been cheaper."
Jonouchi handed the ranked flight attendant his boarding pass and passport. "Have a nice flight, Mr. Wheeler." He took the papers back and put them in his overcoat pocket and smiled. "Thanks." Continuing to walk the tunnel to board the plane. Once on board he took his seat a couple rows back from the Mouto family. He sighed as he whispered under his breath. "Sleep well Yugi, when you wake, we'll both be in a new world."
The plane finished its take off as Jonouchi closed his eyes to open his senses. Calm and fast paced hearts, rhythmically drummed together, conversations of people happily chatting about them going home. The smell of the mixed blood of the toreador in Yugi was faint, but still there. The prepping of meals from the room behind him drove him crazy. The mixes of spices over chicken or steak smelled delicious, but even if he ate it, he couldn't taste it. Taking his mind off of it, he reached in to the armchair and pulled out the headset listening to the music selection.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're currently flying at five thousand feet. With partly cloudy skies and running on schedule. Up front we're showing "Werewolf in London". Thank you."
Jonouchi kept one earphone in so he could listen to his surroundings. Yugi was awake from his nap and trying to listen to the movie through the headset. "Ah, No. Bad puppy, bad!" The passengers were laughing from his outbreak. Jonouchi looked up to see the werewolf walk through the streets terrorizing everything.
"They really are cute aren't they?" Jonouchi looked up to see Anzu with short blond hair this time. "I told you, you weren't going alone." Jonouchi stuck the earphones back on. "You're starting to become a pain you know that?" Anzu pulled his phones back out. "If I were you, I'd take this time to work on your ascent Joey Wheeler."
"I don't need this from you."
"If you remember right I helped you once before at Bakura's castle. I helped you out of the great hall; you would have never found that door on your own. You needed me then and you're going to need me now."
Jonouchi sighed, "Anzu, what?"
"Bakura's waiting at the airport he knows you're on the way." His neck snapped sideways to look up at her. "What? How?" She leaned over to him. "Maybe you track down Yami's hacker, I'm sure you'd love to meet him." She stood up right and began to check on the other passengers.
Jonouchi leaned over to the wall and picked up the phone beginning to dial a number. Hearing Yami's voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"It's Joey, we ran in to a problem. I need backup ready at the airport. Bakura's already there and waiting."
"You can handle a malkavian."
"Scarab-beetles."
"I'll see what I can do. How much time left?"
"I don't know an hour."
"I'll see what I can do. If no one shows up. Just keep him distracted from Yugi."
"All right. Bye."
Jonouchi hung up the phone praying Yami has friends.
Jonouchi looked out the plane window seeing the parking lot filled with police cars. Trying hard not to start laughing. He put his seat belt back on as the plane was making its descent. The plane touched down gently on the ground and the extendable walkways were quickly attaching themselves. Jonouchi stood up slowly trying not strain any of his muscles. Grabbing the backpack from the overhead compartment he stepped on to the walkway. Out of the tunnel, he sawa silver haired manstill struggling trying to break free from the cop's grips.
His cell phone went off. Digging in to his backpack he pulled out a huge phone and extended the antenna. "How's your reinforcements?" Jonouchi started laughing. "The best anyone can ask for."
"Your next stop is Chicago. Good Luck Joey.
March 27, 1987
The Mouto family moved in to Thomas's apartment on the West Side of Chicago. The tall buildings made Lilly feel a little more like home. She smiled as Yugi ran to the sliding glass doors. Gasped at the view. The sun was just setting behind the dark silhouettes of the buildings with pink and oranges as their backdrop. Snow still covered the ground and their balcony.
Joey watched from the ground to see what building they were in to make a mental note. Getting his cell phone out, he contacted Yami to tell him what was going on. The second call was to Mai, to tell her were he was and that he missed her already. Walking in the snow he felt the water eventually making its way in his shoes. Giving up on his search for the prince of the city he walked back to the apartment building. Giving them five hundred for the down payment and three hundred cash for the first month. He made his way up to his new apartment right above them.
Opening the door, the room was bare. Just gray carpet that covered all the floors, and the essential kitchen appliances of a stove, microwave, and a refrigerator. Walking over the thermostat, he turned on the heater. Taking off his socks and shoes placing them carefully next to the vent. A knock came from the front door. Answering it were two guys looking like they were in college. "Hey, we saw that you moved in."
"Yeah, just a couple minutes ago." The younger of the two nudged the other's arm. "You don't cook by chance do you?" Joey froze wondering when the last time he cooked was. "I can try."
The younger spoke up. "Anything has to be better than his." Joey looked back. "I have nothing to cook with though."
"That's all right we have stuff. Our cook left us stuff; we just can't make it." Joey sighed and couldn't ignore their plea for help. He followed them back to their apartment. Up three more flights of stairs, they opened the door. "After you."
A man grabbed him from inside the room throwing him in the center of the floor face down. He tried getting up, but fell back as a foot pressed down on his back. "Jonouchi Katsuya. Long time no see." Joey looked up to see a dark haired figure. Before he was forced back down again. "I thought I told you "I never wanted to see you in my city again?" I spare you life and this is how you repay me?" Joey mumbled something in to the carpet. "What was that?" Joey lifted his head. "That wasn't my fault, just bad timing." The prince hummed and sat on his couch. "Well, it's not like you to travel without Honda Hiroto."
"Not this time Devlin, my orders were clear to come alone." Duke nodded and pressure lifted from Joey's back. "I would have been here sooner, but I wouldn't think you'd be above my head." Joey rose to his feet, as Duke smiled, "sorry to disappoint you. Although, I am glade to see at least one gangrel that still remains loyal to those in need... here I thought it was dying art." Joey exhaled heavily. "Sorry to disappoint you." Duke walked over to him looking in to his eyes.
Joey caught the seriousness in his cool blue orbs. "You talk to any brujah on the East Side, I will kill you were you stand, I do mean that. Other than that, relax. Yami told me you were coming." Joey felt his body slump forward with relief.
A tune started playing next to Yami. Raising his head slightly he reached for his phone.
"Hello?" He held the phone away still able to make out every word. "Why the hell did you call the cops on Ryou?" Yami brought the phone back. "Ishezu? What are you talking about?"
"Marik is with Ryou at the police station because you called them."
"No, I didn't. I called the cops on Bakura at the airport."
"I told you Marik went to surprise Ryou. He was coming home from his vacation. How the hell did you get Bakura out of that?"
"Jonouchi called me saying Bakura was waiting at the airport. Never mind. Where's Ryou now?"
"Lucky for you, he's home now. By the way... I'm sending you the bill, plus interest."
"He's going to kill me."
"No not him, he's sending Bakura and Malik."
"He wouldn't."
"They never left the city. Bye Yami."
Yami dropped the phone, then ran around his penthouse grabbing whatever he could fit in a bag. Putting the strap on his shoulder he left the room and locked the door behind him. Going down the elevator, he ran to his car and started it up. Screeching the tires, he left the parking lot. Driving to the other side of town he reached a small game store. Honking the horn, he pulled in the driveway. Grabbing the bag, he continued to run the door. "Sugoroku! Open the door!" An old man came to open the door wearing his pajamas. "Yami, my boy what is it?" Yami dodged in the game room to catch his breath. "I need your help." Sugoroku knelt to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Yami, what happened?"
"I missed up... I got half of a story and just created a war on a clan." The man still tried calming the young prince down. "Which one?" Yami tightened. "Ryou, the nosferatu from London. Now I have Malik and Bakura out to kill me."
"Yami, I'm leaving for Cairo in a two days." Yami smiled, "I might make it that long... if not, those are my most cherished books in the bag."
"You're not going out like this."
"Sure I can... scurry away with honor."
"At least scurry then in style."
Sugoroku left Yami's side and to go around the glass case and hit a small button under the counter top. A secrete door opened up from the shelf on the back wall. "Follow me." Yami got up off the floor and followed him through the tunnel. A small flight of stairs led to a door. Opening it, Yami stepped in to the room. Candleslined the headboard of the bed, small private library on a shelf unite, a bottle of wine on the nightstand covered in dust. "Stay here, you'll be safe." Yami was still in awe that he never knew about this room. The man smiled before leaving him. "I'll come down when its time to go."
"Thanks."
"What's family for?"
Yami laid back on the bed. Snapping his fingers the candles flickered with a small flame, he picked up the bottle of wine scrapping off the dust. Uncovering a picture of a toon looking blues eyes white dragon, with the date of 1942. "There is a god." Popping the cork off, he took a small sip. The wine's age had improved over the years. "Pegasus I still hate you, but I love the wine."
Grabbing one of the candles he walked over to the bookcase. Pulling one off the shelf, he opened it to a page of Latin spells. Putting it back, another was Egyptian dark magic. Taking it back to the bed, he sat there with the book over his lap starring at it. The hieroglyphs told a story, but it didn't make sense to him, I he could only get one or two words out of it.
When Yami wasn't sleeping he was reading and drinking his wine that he found stashes of. Two days after going in Sugoroku opened the door like he said. "Yami, I have your ticket and passport ready. Hope you didn't mind, but I went to your house and got some things for you." Yami sighed. "Not at all. Say can I take this book with me?" The man looked at the book, that one? It's older than I am. My master handed that one to me when I was ready." Yami held it, "so you can read it."
"Ho, ho. Course I can, I wouldn't be an archeologist if I couldn't." He watched as Yami passed him grinning. "Maybe I should check on you more often, you get looney when you're left alone by yourself."
Yami hurried out to the car, placing the book on his lap. Sugoroku started to drive off, "don't worry in a half-hour. You'll be far enough away that no one will get you." Yami clutched the book. "That's not what worries me."
Yami sat by the window of the plane with Sugoroku to his right. A crossed from them sat Professor Hawkings. A dear friend of Sugoroku, and about the same age, Physically. "Mouto, did I tell you Rebecca just had her first birthday?" He shook his head, "no, she's that old already? I thought she had a couple months yet." Hawkings laughed. "So did I." Getting out a black and white picture Rebecca was cuddled with a stuffed teddy bear. "She's precious." He laughed again as he put it away. "Only when she sleeps." Yami smirked. "You play nicer than some people I know. He'd look at a picture and say "ho, ho you were so cute at that age. What happened?"
After a while, Yami began thumbing the book's cover. "My boy what do you have there?" Yami handed it to him. "Not sure. I found it, but I can read only a little of it." Hawkings took the book carefully. "Well, in this world there are professors and archeologist. The professor can explain what he found; the archeologist has to have someone else tell him what he found." Hawkings opened the book. "My god, I thought this book was a myth. This was used by the high priests. See this one will bring fallen comrades back to life. You may have stumbled on the missing link of history. May I look at it some more?"
Yami nodded. Sugoroku started to speak with Yami in a low pitch so Hawkings couldn't hear them even though they right a cross from him. "What did you do?" Yami leaned back. "How was I supposed to know what's in it?" The older man glared at him as if he should have known better. "If you found it in the library, you can guess that's its old." Yami sat back up. "Does it work?" The man stuttered and shook his head. "How am I supposed to know?"
"You've never tried it?"
"Maybe once upon a time."
The plane landed safely down on the sand-covered runway. Yami stepped out and took a look a round. Visions flashed in his mind. He shook his head suddenly. "Motion sickness?" Yami looked back to see Hawkings. "No, I've been here before." Hawkings handed him the book back. "Maybe in a past life."
Yami shrugged it off and turned to help them unload the luggage. "Are we staying in the city?" Sugoroku laughed. "No, we're headed to Valley of the Kings. We'll stay there."
Silver stands of hair swirled in front of his eyes as he watched a jeep stop at an excavation site. Two elderly gentlemen stepped out, while a much younger man stepped out from the driver's side door. His sun kissed skin set him off nicely from the desert sand. His spiked, tri-colored hair of red, black, and golden blond waved in front of his amethyst eyes, as the wind began to blow harder. "Interesting his eyes aren't crimson." Bakura looked over to the golden blond beside him. "He's among a mortal. Contacts do wonders."
Continuing to look over the cliff side down below in the gorge. The team was starting to turn in for the night. Yami was still sitting by the campfire reading the book. "I can't believe you had the Book of the Dead in your own house." Sugoroku was lying down behind him wrapped in a thick blanket. "Someone had to protect it." He threw a blanket over Yami's head. "Wrap up so you don't look all that suspicious."
Opening the book, the words became more easily to him.
I call upon the day and the night,
The powers of the sun, the moon, and the wings of flight.
Correcting the wrongs to again make right.
Spirit a wake,
Death cannot take.
May your spirit shine.
A rise, a rise, a rise.
Author's note: I've gotten some questions on the story of what happened in Chicago. It's the night "Chicago died" The West Side got in to a fight the East Side. It took the cops a week to break it up. After several days of rioting the City was halfway destroyed. Don't worry Yugi will ask later and get the full version as to why the Ventrues hate the Brujahs so much. Don't forget to review.
