Dez: Ollo! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Things are gonna start to get interesting soon. Yay.

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Kagome sighed as she sat with Mokuba in the security room at Kaiba World as he scanned through all the camera feeds. Apparently Seto needed to talk to her but got called somewhere else. Kagome believed that it was just an excuse to drag her away from the " Loser Squad". And speaking ( well thinking ) of the group, there they were, still sitting at the table where she left them having what looked to be a heated conversation. She and Mokuba watched intently as Tea proceeded to grip Tristan by the collar and throtttle him for a few seconds before dropping him in a chair. The brunette then turned to face Yugi, a gentle smile on her face. With the tap of a key, Mokuba brought up another feed with Yugi's face filling the screen. Kagome stares at him with carefully schooled features as she spotted the similarities between him and her lost love. Yugi's face was rounder with larger eyes, giving him a more child like features than the strong jaw and sharp eyes she knew. His golden bangs were also slightly less extravagant, lacking the pieces that stood straight up against that star shaped hair. But the most noticeable difference was his height. Yugi was considerably shorter than her beloved. He was but a child, small and innocent and still full of joy.

The puzzle around his neck ast a glare at camera, preventing her from getting a good look at it. At the moment she'd thought it was a replica made from the stone tablet that Ishizu showed Seto and her the day before. Watching the item, she sighed deeply. She suddenly felt a "weight" in her lap. Looking down she saw a small boy with pointy ears, bright green eyes and auburn hair pulled into a ponytail with a large blue bow. He wore a light brown fur vest over a turquoise Happi coat printed with leaves. Blue ballooned hakamas covered his fox legs, a fluffy fox tail sticking out the back of them.

Shippo stared up at his "mother's" face. She was thinking sad thoughts again. She'd been thinking them for a while too, judging from how dull her eyes were at the moment. He wished he could cheer her up somehow. Sure he could still do tricks and illusions and tell jokes, but he was just a spirit bound to a card. He couldn't truly touch her. He couldn't give her a hug or a kiss on the cheek. Couldn't draw her a picture or hold normal two sided conversations like they used to unless she was alone or typing on something. All he could do was stay with her until it was her time. Which he could only hope was a long way off.

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As a spirit of the Millenium Puzzle, he'd walked these halls for years. By now, one would think he'd have the whole place mapped out. And he did, to some extent. But this door…

For the first time since this door first appeared out of nowhere, he'd actually stopped to take a good look at it. The door was made of a smooth, ivory colored wood that felt warm beneath his fingers. It was larger than the other doors in the puzzle and unlike the others, it had a design. Faintly around the border, he could make out old carvings of some sort of characters. He couldn't quite understand them though, unfamiliar with their language. In the center of the door was a dark spot that seemed to have been clawed off. Between each claw mark, her could just barely make out some words of some sort. He quit trying to figure out what it was before opening the door and going inside. Looking around the room, Yami took note of the items still on their pedestals. Before his eye was caught by the painting.

Walking of to the side of the room, he stood before the large portrait. The woma's face was still hidden in shadows but that was what made her all the more captivating. But he didn't want captivating. He wanted answers. He glared at the painting, as if daring it to not give him the answers he so desperately seeked. His eyes locked in on the woman's ring. Looking down at his own piece of matching jewelry, he reached out and touched the painting. He jerked back his arm quickly, surprised when its surface rippled. However curiosity demanded he see where this leads as he touched the painting again. When his fingers disappeared beneath its surface, he felt something tug him to the other side of the painting. With a small noise of shock, he was gone.

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Dez: OH! And please read my new story " Chise's Padfoot" and my first " Ninja Love "