Apologies for the slight delay in updating, still had to finish off this chapter this morning! I struggled a bit with this one, as I didn't want it to be too heavy on the exposition, but it was also always going to be an exposition chapter. Hope you all enjoy and it doesn't get too boring in the middle!

To avoid confusion:

Words Yami speaking mentally

Words Yugi speaking mentally

"Words" Characters speaking Japanese

"Words" Characters speaking Ancient Egyptian

"Words" Characters speaking Arabic

"Words" Characters speaking Akkadian

"Words" Characters speaking Old English

Tea was worried about the Pharaoh. He was sat, staring glassy eyed at nothing, in the chamber they had fallen into, down a steep slope into the earth. She didn't know where they had ended up, what had just happened, or why both Yami and the ghost girl had decided that Raphael ought to tag along with them. What she did know, was that that same ghost girl had just sacrificed herself for them and that her friend had lost two people in the span of about ten minutes. Perhaps less, depending on what had occurred before they arrived.

The white-haired boy was pacing, muttering what was most likely curse words under his breath, while Raphael was sat in a confused heap, staring around as if seeing the world for the first time. Joey was still ranting.

"Why the bloody hell did we bring him?!" he was shouting, gesturing towards the man who had taken Yugi's soul. Tea desperately wanted to tell him to shut up, but she was more concerned with the Pharaoh who had barely moved from where he and Raphael had landed, looking lost.

"Pharaoh?" she whispered, still unsure whether to call him that or the name Yugi had given him. Which would be worst? The title or the reminder of a lost friend? She had opted for the safer option but it didn't seem to have made much of an impression. She knelt and gently touched his shoulder: nothing. "Please, talk to me." He was silent and she was alarmed to see a tear track down his cheek, followed suddenly by more. Joey's mouth shut up at the choked sob that came through clenched teeth with a sharp click, staring.

"Umm…" Duke said uncertainly, eyes flicking between the two strangers and Yami. Tea didn't know how to answer, or even what to do. She had never seen him cry before. Had never seen him break down, not even at the lowest point of Battle City, or when Kaiba and Mokuba were frozen in stone in that stupid RPG Noah had sent them all into.

It was quite honestly the most disturbing scene she had seen all day.

The boy from earlier paused in his pacing, wincing. He was watching Yami carefully, glancing between following the passageway, which forked before them into two gaping holes in the earth, and dealing with this. Evidently, he decided leaving was far more important than helping a friend.

"We need to go," he said firmly, his English accented but far better than her own. Joey probably had the best English out of all of them, his father's rarely seen side of the family originating in New York. Occasionally, they would catch him on the phone with a distant cousin, who was interested in his new duelling cred since Battle City had hit worldwide news.

"Now, hang on a minute!" Joey snapped. "Who do you even think you are? First you surround us with a snake, then you transport us to some tomb in the middle of god knows where and now you expect us to just follow you after all of that? And that's not mentioning the ghost or what he did to our buddy over there!" The boy bore this with an expression of boredom.

"We can't stay here, unless you want to face Enheduanna again," he pointedly out. The snake peeked at them from over his shoulder.

"But what about the Pharaoh?" she asked, being careful that she chose the right words. "He needs…" She wasn't sure what, she just knew he needed help. The boy wandered over, examined him a moment and then spat something out in that language that he and the Pharaoh had been speaking earlier with the ghost girl. Presumably, some form of Ancient Egyptian. Yami seemed to start, mouth opening and closing, before getting to shaky feet. Raphael was suddenly there but Tea reached out to support him instead. "Not another step," she said firmly, glaring as hard as she could at him. "Not after what you did." Raphael merely stepped back.

"Akhefia is right, we need to go." The voice that emerged from the Pharaoh didn't sound like him at all, small and exhausted and most of all tired, as if he were only just holding on to the last vestiges of his will to carry on. She gripped his arm tighter, and he drooped further into her shoulder. "It's this way." He pointed down a dark shaft that was almost invisible in the dim light, lit only by Tristan's phone which was bleeping a no signal at them. The boy- Akhefia apparently- nodded and set off barely looking back. Ryou caught the Pharaoh's other side, shooting her a reassuring look.

"He sounds scarier than he actually is," the albino murmured to her quietly. "I imagine he's worried about Atem. Things have been… difficult this last week." She pressed her lips together and nodded, not wanting to voice her real thoughts in earshot of at least one stranger who could hear and understand them.

They made a slow progression through the tunnels, occasionally the Pharaoh piping up a correction to their course. Tea wondered at first how he knew where they were going but neither Akhefia, nor Ryou, seemed surprised, and so she added it to the list of things that they would need to explain. Eventually, the tunnel spat them out in another dark corridor, except this one seemed… bigger.

"Where are we?" Tristan wondered out loud. Joey repeated the question in English to Akhefia, only slightly more demanding. He was giving Raphael the stink eye and Tea noted that the beefy man was oddly trying to make himself as small as possible. Akhefia didn't even glance back at them, murmuring something under his breath.

"Anyone got phone service?" he asked in lieu of answering Joey and Tristan's question. Tea quickly checked hers- no signal. Raphael spoke up.

"I have some. Dartz keeps lairs in strange places." She wondered at the sudden lack of an honorific before his master's name. Akhefia just held out a hand, dialling a number. He spoke quick, rapid Arabic into it, snapping something to the person at the other end. It clearly required some explaining.

"Here," Akhefia stated, handing the phone back when he had finished his conversation. "The Ishtars will be at the entrance, so we'd better get moving."

"The entrance of what?" Joey demanded. "We're not going anywhere until you explain what is going on and why you're suddenly in charge!" Akhefia gave him a flat look, glancing between the four suspicious faces watching him. Ryou made a gesture, as if to tell him it was safe. Akhefia sighed.

"It's too long of a story for now, and not for a place where the Shadows can watch our every move. Suffice to say, welcome to the Tomb of the Nameless Pharaoh, and as a Tomb Keeper, it is my sworn duty to ensure you don't die by order of my Prince and Ruler of the Tomb Keeper Clans." Tea blinked at the gruff explanation as he waved them on. "Now, it's time to leave, unless you would like to leave your friends waiting in the desert sun."

"We're in… Egypt?" she asked, feeling foolish but needing some clarification. That was… a lot to take in. The Tomb Keepers? I know Yugi said that there were apparently more, but now there is a royal family? Since when? She got the sneaking suspicion that Yugi might have been leaving things out of his weekly calls to them.

"Yes," he snapped. "Time to go." Yami made a move to follow, having been silent this whole time, barely adding anything. She frowned but moved with him, not wanting him to drop and hurt himself.

Leave the tomb first, help Yami second. She was going to get to the bottom of all this in the end.

Akhefia resisted the urge the smack the four idiots into moving faster. Just because Enheduanna had exploded her own tomb, didn't mean that she wasn't able to follow them down here. Although, he also knew she was unlikely to do so- even corrupted by the Orichalcos, she would not dare step foot in her brother's tomb while holding the weapon that killed him. She would need to find somewhere safe to stash the thing before finding them, and that would take time. Even so, he didn't like taking chances.

Then again, apparently these four did.

Ryou was almost as quiet as the Nameless Pharaoh, but Akhefia hoped that that was just because he was concentrating on where they were going, rather than the Spirit deciding to make an appearance. His eyes didn't have the tell-tale slant, or spikes in his hair however, so they were safe from that. For now.

The blonde was particularly irritating, complaining the most as they moved through the tomb. Several times, Akhefia had to prevent him from getting himself killed, and not once getting thanks. The most he got was a startled look when he grabbed the idiot's collar to prevent him from being skewered by the snakes that guarded the entrance to the tomb. He stared for a brief moment between the spikes and Akhefia, before eventually shaking him off with an awkward cough. Not that he particularly cared: the brunette was right in that they had bigger problems right now.

Namely, one Raphael Schiavone.

The blonde followed quietly, eyes wide as he glanced around, curious. No doubt attempting to add up the information he already knew, the absence of the orichalcum's corruptive presence and the sense that something was off. Akhefia had stared at these walls enough times in his youth to know that they depicted the final battle, that one could track the moment Pharaoh Set, at that time High Priest Set, had launched a futile attack against Necrophades, while the Pharaoh conducted the ritual that would bind them together for the next five thousand years. Clearly not the battle that Raphael had been informed of.

The Ishtars were waiting patiently in the fresh air, scarves to cover them from the harsh desert sun. Akhefia could have cursed not bringing his own, but Nofret had hardly given him much of an explanation and he didn't even have his own outer robe with which to cover up. In fact, he was honestly glad that he hadn't bothered changing from the plain shorts and shirt he had worn to bed, although the absence of underwear was something he was keeping quiet from the others.

"What happened?" the woman, who Akhefia presumed was Ishizu from the fact that she shared eye colour and face shape with Marik, asked. "We were only told to wait for you here." She took in the form of the Pharaoh, carefully balanced between Ryou and the girl, Raphael hanging back from the group and their overall dusty and hurried appearance. "How did you end up within the Nameless Pharaoh's tomb?"

"Through the tomb of Queen Haphiri," Akhefia said, replying in the English she had dutifully used so that everyone understood. As tempting as it was to speak in private, he knew it would only ostracise him from the others, and he was going to need to prove that he wasn't that suspicious of a character. "It's… a long story. Do you have a safe house somewhere? Preferably not nearby?" Ishizu nodded, gesturing behind her to the two jeeps waiting.

"Hakmit informed us that there would be a few of you," she said with a soft smile that covered the worry in her eyes. Akhefia nodded, deciding to fall into the closest one. He could use a nap.

The others filed in slowly. Ryou all but shoved the Pharaoh into the jeep next to Akhefia, allowing the girl- Tea if he heard correctly- to take the third seat in the back while blondie jumped in up front. Ishizu drove this jeep while the three remaining boys and Odion piled into the other. Akhefia settled in for a long, boring ride, checking briefly on the figure next to him before closing his eyes. The Pharaoh was staring blankly ahead, no doubt the shocks of the day having taken their toll. Hopefully, it wouldn't last long.

Akhefia surprised himself in managing to fall asleep, the rumbling of the car beneath him and Diabound's soft tongue flicks tasting the air, ensuring that there was no approaching danger, lulling him enough that the journey seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, rather than the two hours the others complained of. The Pharaoh had barely moved, not even to sleep if the purplish bruises under his eyes were to speak of. He sighed.

He didn't let Tea get any kind of grip on him. He grabbed the Pharaoh's arm, vaguely amused by the fact that had they been in the City, he would have been flogged for daring to lay hands on the godly king, and dragged him out of the car and into the house. He pushed the Pharaoh into a chair outside the ring of sofas, hoisting a blanket from one of them and tossing it over him.

"Sleep," he instructed. "It will do no one any good if you drop from exhaustion. The body is yours now, you have to look after it." The Pharaoh blinked numbly at him, the words processing slowly. The girl had run after them, hissing something like a particularly aggravating vulture. The blonde had pulled her back a bit, having noticed what Akhefia was doing. "We can talk when you wake. You used a lot of magic, more than you've probably used in that body and it isn't used to it. Rest, sleep, and we'll plan ahead later." He got another blank stare, but something must have gone in, as the Pharaoh dutifully closed his eyes.

It wasn't long before the rise and fall of his chest was regular, even, denoting slumber. Akhefia gave a soft sigh of relief and flopped onto the nearest couch.

"Wake him up and you'll be dead quicker than the idiot," he growled as the girl rushed to the Pharaoh's side. She shot him a dirty look, twitching the blanket so that it covered him properly, ensuring as she did so that she didn't wake him. Akhefia could guarantee that he probably wouldn't have even noticed. Give it a couple of hours and he might let someone move him to a bed.

Ishizu had been watching from the doorway as the others filtered inside. Ryou barely glanced in their direction, opting to drop to the floor, pulling out tarot cards like his life depended on it. Akhefia left him to it, not really sure what the cards actually did. The other two boys from Yugi's little friend group joined Tea and blondie, Raphael hovering awkwardly on the edges until Odion appeared behind him and he hotfooted it over to the window. If Akhefia looked hard enough, he could see Eatos following, her eyes shining with a happiness no one else was able to feel, as well as sadness.

"Welcome to our home," Ishizu said with a bow towards him. "I believe some introductions are in order, however." He sighed and nodded.

"The name's Akhefia Kheti, member of the House of Life and guard to Prince Atem Menes, heir to the throne of the Tomb Keeper Clans and current regent over them since Pharaoh Akhanakhamun's soul was stolen by the Minoan, Dartz." He didn't add in the part where the maniac had hacked off the man's hand and sent it to his son as a grisly warning. The friends blinked before blondie opened his mouth to say something stupid. Again.

"You're that transfer student Yug' was telling us about!" Akhefia raised an eyebrow at him. The boy had the decency to flush and bow his head. "I'm Joey. This is Tea, Tristan, Duke and I suppose you already know Ryou."

"A little hard not to," he muttered dryly. Ryou barely noticed, not even looking up from his cards. Reversed Moon, World and Empress. He didn't know anything about tarot, but from the looks of things, it wasn't good.

"Why are we speaking English?" the boy named Tristan asked haltingly.

"Because I don't speak Japanese and none of the rest of you speak Arabic," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You know, because we have manners." He at least had the decency to blush.

"Sorry," he muttered sullenly.

"Would you please care to explain what happened?" Ishizu interjected before any more fighting could occur. Akhefia didn't really care- he would much prefer to return to his Prince's side but unfortunately, he had a duty here now too.

"It's something of a long story, so anyone who feels the need to ask questions, ask them at the end," Akhefia warned. "I won't be stopping to answer." He got a few wary looks at that. Ryou was still consumed with his tarot cards, but his hair was no longer smooth and flat. Akhefia shifted away slightly, glancing towards the corner.

No Shadows. For now. But Necrophades is listening. Abbreviated version it is, then.

"As your friend must have told you, there's currently a madman running around with a stone known as orichalcum. It has the power to steal souls and place them in storage for… something. An ally of ours informed us that this man believes he will raise the Leviathan with it." He paused at the muttering that rose from around the room, eyes fixed strategically so he could see all of them and keep Necrophades in sight within the Shadows. So far, so good. "What we do know for certain, is that he desparately wants the soul of the Nameless Pharaoh to add to his collection, fractured as it might be."

"There's nothing wrong with Yami!" Tea exclaimed from her place, close by the sleeping form. Akhefia narrowed his eyes at her. Necrophades had twitched, a shadow of a smile on its face.

"Right," he said flatly. "Moron over there, however, used to be under the madman's sway," he continued, flicking a thumb towards Raphael. "Although by the looks of things, I would say he's been dealt a lot of bullshit and very little truth." Raphael shifted awkwardly under their stares.

"But who was that woman at the tomb?" blondie, apparently Joey, asked. He was situated like a small guard-dog next to Tea.

"Queen Haphiri Enheduanna, daughter of Pharaoh Akhnankhamun and Princess Taihiti of Akkadia, wife of Pharaoh Seat, Priestess of Isis and sister to the Nameless Pharaoh," Akhefia said blandly. "And someone this man has wanted on his side for years. It is known, after all, that it was her dagger that was used to kill the Nameless Pharaoh." Necrophades gave a silent smirk at that, a laugh that none but he and Ryou could hear.

Akhefia shivered just being in his presence. It brought up memories he thought long since buried.

"As for what happened… Pharaoh Akhnankhamun had three children. Two daughters, who lived their lives respectively as hostages for Queen Nanuphara of Akkadia, and one son. Haphiri was the eldest and her younger sister, Princess Nofret was the youngest. Nofret spent half her life living in the Akkadian court, only returning to Egypt at the age of six, when her sister traded herself as hostage." At their blank looks he shrugged. "Let's just say that Queen Nanuphara was not someone you wanted to tangle with. To my knowledge, she tried marrying Nofret to this man, who was wandering the land even then. Cursed by the gods, as the Tomb Keepers would say." Ishizu looked sick, while the others looked merely horrified.

"Who would sell their children as hostages?" Tea half whispered. Akhefia ignored her, continuing. Raphael was staying silent in his little corner, taking it all in.

"When the Nameless Pharaoh came to the throne, he cut off all ties with Akkadia, not wanting to spend his life living to the whims of his grandmother. From what I know, it sounds like he wasn't the only one that did not approve of the match. In the end, however, Nofret was killed in the battle, as was her brother, and their cousin Set came to the throne after them. He married Haphiri for whatever reason, and they had four children: Horakh, who became Pharaoh after Set and continued the dynasty of Egyptian kings, Nofret, who founded the Tomb Keepers and was renowned for her accurate visions through the Millennium Necklace, Imhotep, who became a Priest and wielded the Scales for a while, and Mnenosene. The man who had tried to marry her sister crashed his wedding and stole his soul, forever earning himself Haphiri's eternal hatred, allowing her to become especially susceptible to orichalcum. The greater the trauma a person has, the more vulnerable they are to it. Hence, why he goes around recruiting traumatised or crazy people."

"It influenced the Pharaoh too," Raphael intoned quietly. It earned him a few black looks but Akhefia just shrugged.

"Five thousand years spent battling the Shadows will do that to you, not to mention the trauma of having your soul ripped to shreds or facing the evil back then, let alone the bullshit I hear you all got yourselves involved in." He paused and glanced at Ishizu. "No offence meant, to your brother." She shook her head.

"None taken," she murmured. "Please, continue."

"From what I can work out, the orichalcum you had hanging around the castle was never meant for the Nameless Pharaoh. It influencing him was just a perk. It was meant for Haphiri, who fell to it once before after the loss of her son, but he knew he couldn't just hand it to her personally. So he tricked you all, using your friend's natural curiosity and questionable survival skills to ensure that it would come into contact with her. Even a brief touch of the stuff can either hurt or ensnare you." Once again, Yugi's friends looked set to argue. He shut them up with a look. "It isn't exactly unknown to people that Haphiri and Nofret took a shine to the Prince of the Tomb Keeper clans. Considering that he is a long distant relative of hers, Dartz knew that she would be around and would most likely have followed us here from Egypt."

"Then why leave?" Joey cut in, ignoring the glare Akhefia sent his way. "Why endanger everyone at that school?"

"Because there's another idiot out there playing with powers he doesn't understand," Akhefia snapped. "And he's allied himself with Drartz in a bid for power."

"Voldemort," Raphael agreed from his corner. He was sent more glares, but this time he took a breath, stepping forward. "I… know I can't make up for what I've done. But, whatever that girl did, back in the tomb… the orichalcum is gone." He fingered the cord around his neck, now void of the green stone. "It's like… I can think clearly for the first time in years. I can see where Dartz manipulated me… and where he lied to me." His hands curled into fists; mouth set in a straight line. "He knew he was sending me to die, against this woman. He knew that I would do everything exactly as he said because I valued honesty and what I thought was right. And I played right into his hands."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Akhefia noted lazily. "He's only been doing it to people for thousands of years." That earned him a few hard looks, but he didn't care. Raphael knew he had done wrong and had enough sense to know to ally himself with the only people capable of keeping Dartz away from him. No doubt, the man would want his stooge back, either in the form of devoted servant or soulless husk.

"So what now?" Joey asked harshly. "He got what he wanted, Yug's gone and you don't seem to care too much about us." Oh, how right you are, Akhefia thought sardonically. And yet, I can't leave.

"Care about you, no. Unfortunately for me, Motou Yui was under the protection of His Highness, which means that not only do I have to now protect his body, but also all his annoying, insignificant friends," he sneered. "Amongst other things." His eyes slid towards Necrophades, who had adopted an innocent look, attempting to look much like Ryou. "And you are fooling no one." It shrugged.

"Worth a try, Thief," it sneered right back, fangs sharp and grinning. "Shall I tell them your secrets?"

"And how long do you think you'll survive in your condition, should you make a move now against your greatest enemy?" he pointed out. Necrophades was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. The only good thing to come out of all this, was that it was already so corrupted, that orichalcum wasn't needed to bring out the 'worst' in it. "A sliver of your true power, just waiting for a chance to grab whatever power you can."

"And you, little Thief, will try to stop me?" It seemed to think that that was funny. Akhefia curled his fingers into fists, remembering a dark night, many thousands of years ago, and the screams of his own sister of the time. For many years, his past life had hungered for the death of the Pharaoh, not knowing by the time he would get his vengeance that only was the king a whole different person, but that he was already battling the political minefield of his Uncle, his Grandmother, his sisters and the sycophants that had grown around the Millennium Items. I was a fool, he thought but did not say. A fool and a desperate man and had Dartz found me before this creature, I would no doubt have been as stupid as Raphael. And that is why I cannot allow him to die.

He hated the admission and resolved not to talk to any further on such topics.

"I have to return to England," he said firmly instead to Ishizu, ignoring Necrophades. The others were staring at him, alarmed at the casual way he had spoken to the creature living just under their friend's skin. "You and these idiots are welcome to come too." And by that, he meant they would be coming with him whether they liked it or not. Ishizu had enough presence of mind to read that.

"We would be honoured," she said with a bow of the head. "Will the Headmaster of the school be willing to accomodate us?"

"If he doesn't want to be on the wrong end of the Egyptain Ministry again," he said with a smirk. "Hakmit has a mean streak in her. I think Kheftan's in love." Even Odion's somber mouth twitched in a smile. Ishizu rolled his eyes.

"Do you have everything you need?" she asked them carefully. "We will be leaving here to England."

"Um... all our stuff is still with Professor Hawkins," Tea said, almost nervously. "We were in America before ending up in that tomb."

"Kaiba can have him send it back. All of Yugi's things of import are in the school. We had a talk about moving the Millennium Items around like they were trinkets." The boy had practically cowered at that stern talking to, when he had proposed taking them with him. Instead, they now lived in a secure case provided by Kaiba, and kept under Marik's bed. The Tomb Keeper had insisted, needing to make up for his mistakes of the past. Akhefia let him: he had more important things to be doing than guarding sentient objects.

"I have a company to run, back in America. I'm supposed to be meeting with some important contractors," the dark-haired boy, named Duke, piped up. It was the first time he had spoken this whole time, green eyes wide. Akhefia shrugged.

"Not my problem," he stated flatly.

"I can get him a plane ticket," Odion intoned, "and speak with the Clans to reach this school." Ishizu looked like she wanted to protest but backed down at a firm look. Akhefia nodded.

"Anyone else?" he asked. There were shakes of the head. He stretched, cracking his fingers to loosen them. "Good. Blondie, you've got the Pharaoh. Don't wake him up." The boy looked offended to be named so, but dutifully picked up the sleeping form in the chair. The eyes twitched, but he did not wake.

Summoning a portal so soon after calling on Diabound was hard, but it came like second nature to Akhefia. It was how he had gotten around as a thief both thousands of years in the past and as a child. It was a trick he had taught Atem, who picked it up irritatingly quickly, but still had his aim off. Travel this far was hard, but not impossible for one of his skills. Even so, he was tired, exhausted both physically and magically and a two-hour nap had not recovered him any too much.

"Quick," he snapped at that, gripping onto the Shadows with all his might. "I can't keep this open forever." They didn't need telling twice, Ishizu taking a slightly bewildered Ryou who seemed to have wrested back control, Joey taking the sleeping form of the Pharaoh, Tea quickly following. Raphael was escorted by Tristan, although what he thought he could do was beyond him. He spared one last glance back at Odion before hopping through himself.

He arrived back to a tent that was far too quiet. And empty.

Hello Tea, I have been avoiding you because the disparity between Japanese dub Tea and 4Kids dub Tea is huge. Also, none of Yugi's friends know what is going on at the moment, so that was also something I had to think about. Hopefully I have done her some justice here, since I am far more familiar with the English dub than the Japanese one, but am aware that there a giant chasm between the two portrayels.

And hey, Raphael has decided to use his brain for once here. He annoyed me in the show, because he never showed any sign that he was aware of how much of a hypocrite he was in the show, not even after he was 'freed' from the Orichalcos which is a laugh. That he immediately falls foul of it within five seconds of coming into contact with Dartz again just shows how much he was being played with. Considering how long Dartz has lived, he couldn't have been the first and if he wasn't stopped, he most certainly would not have been the last.

Next chapter, we get to some of the other idiots in Dartz's employ. And we find out what has happened to Atem, Kaiba, Marik and the rest, as well as catch up with Snape. This chapter and the last just needed to write out the last final piece of canon that this story will be seeing. Hope you have enjoyed this chapter despite how much of it is just explanation!

TheWolfFaithChild: Thank you for your support and I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far! Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter and unfortunately, I can't give away what has happened to Nofret just yet.

Fireking492: Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter too! I've only really been adding the Season 4 plot points that I needed because the plot is so convoluted in the series XD

Guest: Aw thank you. Look forward to more Umbridge-bashing in upcoming chapters, just not the next one.

Az-Bebere: You know I unintentionally made that a gag, and only noticed when you pointed it out XD At this point, I think he has run out of people to run interference for him, but he is also free of the orichalcos so should hopefully make more sensible choices. Or just continue to be an idiot, we'll find out. As for the cheating, oh, we will get to that XD If you noticed in the last chapter, Raphael did cheat, as well as during his game with Atem and we have Alistair coming up and my Kaiba is going to be even less forgiving than even Yugioh Abridged Kaiba. Hope you enjoyed this chapted!