Pfft. Of course. I loose my thumbdrive right when I need it, and I was so close to finishing this chapter too! Ah, well atleast I have a valid excuse this time for being late. November and December are my crazy rush months, and it just got even more crazy when my mom finally had my baby sister Ashley :P 12/12/12 baby! :D so excited!

uh, yah, got carried away, so sorry about how long it took me to make this chapter- forgive me? Thank you all for patiently waiting for me, and as a reward, you get an extra long chapter. ^^

Atem's POV

"So, it seems you two have finally been reunited," Mira said smugly; However, her face betrayed her confidence, for she gave the tiniest hint of fear through the shivers that racked her body. In this instant, Miki and Shiro both stopped their embrace; the blizzard of snow that had come only moments before seemed to fall to a deadly silence.

Mira backed away a step, and Yami could tell that she was doing everything in her power to remain calm.

Why is that? I wonder. Why would a fierce person like Mira be so afraid of two siblings? could it be that they posses something that frightens her? Of course! isn't that why Mira wanted them gone in the first place? Yami shook his head with wonder; he had no time for such thoughts at the moment. Shiro and Miki were in danger at the moment because Mira was now free of their custody. The silence of the outside world made him feel uneasy, and the ever so slight crunch of the snow could startle him- or anyone for that matter- and someone could get seriously hurt.

"Shiro, it's best we continue our journey to the main house," Yami suggested; Shiro nodded. "Yes I think it's best if we do head that way."

Mira looked at them with unease, but what Yami, Shiro, and Miki didn't realize was that there was an ever so slight hint of a smile dancing upon her lips.

"Come, let's leave," the Pharaoh urged; Miki and Shiro both helped each other out of the sinking snow and walked over to Mira, who stood still and allowed the children to lead her deeper into the snow filled land towards the rather large building in which Yami had assumed was the main gathering area.

Yami stumbled across the sinking snow, the blizzard of snow had picked up again, and he was trembling terribly. He fought the urge to collapse, and every step towards the building, it seemed he was getting further and further away.

"This is getting really annoying." Miki stated bluntly.

He stopped and turned in surprise. "How far are we from the building anyway?" Yami asked.

Miki and Yami, both not introduced what so ever, and not even knowing why the other was even involved, stared at eachother blankly.

"Uh..." Miki stuttered, then turned to her little brother who held on tightly to Mira's arm like it was his lifeline. "Shiro, who's this?" she asked in a polite tone, with an ever so slight growl to it.

Shiro gave a nervous laugh. "Sis, um, this is Yami, he's my-"

"YAMI?!" she shouted, "YOU BROUGHT YAMI HERE!? SHIRO HOW COULD YOU!" she screamed, tears starting to leak into the corners of her eyes.

His eyes widened, "Oh sis... I'm- I, I'm sorry... I didn't know what to do!" he said in return, his voice slowly turning desperate. Her eyes softened considerably, "Sorry Shiro, I had no right to yell at you. It's just.. we both swore to protect them." she said in a light tone.

He looked up at her with his huge heather brown eyes. "Yes, I remember now. It's just been so long that..." He trailed off and shook his head fiercely and buried his face into her chest. She smiled a little, and she patted his head, still covered by the pilot hat and then took his hands into hers (one of his hands was a little bent back from his hold on the brown teddy bear) and looked deep into his eyes with a reassuring smile. He loosened his grip on her and resumed at Mira's side.

Miki then turned to the Pharaoh. "Yami, right? I'm sorry that my little brother has dragged you here. You should really go back to your own time now, it's not safe here for you as of yet." she said in the most respectful voice she could muster. Yami thought for a moment, while he tended to agree with her about the dangerousness of it all, he couldn't leave. Not without his friends and the Millennium Items anyway.

He let out a small sigh as they started on their way once again. He turned to her when he realized her gaze never left him. "I'm sorry Miki, I just can't do that yet."

Her eyes flamed with curiosity, but he could tell that she was trying her best to bite back the questions she wanted answers to, "Very well Yami, but I must warn you that it will be dangerous here, and may even be life threatening," she cautioned him. He just simply nodded, but what struck him as odd was that Mira seemed reluctant to say anything at all. Though, when he first encountered her, he was being pinned to a tree with a knife pressed against his throat. Yeah, she seemed talkative then, but why not now? he wondered.

"Damn it Mira!" she suddenly shouted, "Stop playing with us! this is exhausting!" she screamed. He had to cover his ears as fast as he could because man, could she scream. He'd figure she'd probably used her voice a lot during the years she'd been gone. Mira turned to Miki, eyes full of mischief. "Oh Miki, whatever do you mean?" she said in a teasing tone.

"Stop-" she covered Shiro's ears before continuing, "Stop fucking around and get us closer to the god damn building!"

Mira simply sighed and rolled her shoulders. "Fine, though, it took you long enough to notice." she commented. Yami heard a growl forming in Miki's throat, but before she could do anything, Mira snapped her fingers and the whole world seemed to be coming straight at them right before their eyes, though, it seemed only Yami was amazed by this.

Finally, they were at the door steps to the building that was now extremely large due to the fact that he was standing right in front of it now. Out of the corner of his eye he saw people peeking out their windows from nearby houses. Although it was a blizzard, they could seemingly still see, for their eyes seemed to widen and then they slowly pulled away out of view.

He glanced curiously around him at the other houses, but no others were to be seen; However, his gaze was immediately snatched back to the mansion in front of him when the doors slowly opened. It was then that he had realized that this wasn't a gathering area at all, oh no, it was a castle. Or at least, that's what it looked like anyway; Yugi had shown him in a book what a castle had looked like, and he vaguely recalled wondering if his palace in Egypt had looked much the same.

Miki and Shiro's gaze, however, were solely focused on Mira; when Yami spotted her, his eyes widened in surprise. He no longer saw the woman, but a much younger woman with the exact features, only she was... smiling? He glanced confusedly at Miki and Shiro, but their eyes seemed to widen with fear. Not surprise, merely fear. This made him scared as well. What was Mira even planning anyway?

"Welcome m'lady," An old man said, voice like honey.

Mira smiled right back, and, was easily able to pull herself free (Without much effort due to the fact that Miki and Shiro were gaping at her) and she gracefully climbed the steps. He also noticed that her clothes had changed as well. Instead of the ragged dirty clothes that she'd worn when they first met, she wore a beautiful white silk dress that came to the floor, with a pretty lace that dressed the waist area- much like a belt, only not. Along with her dress, she wore earings that dangled down to her small shoulders; they were silver with blue gems attached.

To Yami, he found her quite beautiful, even when he knew she had just transformed.

"Are you coming?" she said, throwing her curly blue hair away from her face as she twirled around, "I have places to be, and you might as well come inside; I don't want you to freeze to death out here in this blizzard of a storm," she mused. Miki and Shiro automatically snapped out of their shock, (though it really shouldn't be shocking, but since they hadn't seen her since they were really young, they didn't understand that she had the power to do this)

"Yes, coming." Yami stepped forward and accepted her hand as she reached out to him. The old man still stood there, head bowed in respect and hands open to the now open door. Mira, now young, smiled at him as she guided him inside, "Don't lag behind you two," she said sharply over her shoulder. He knew instinctly who she was talking to- Miki and Shiro.

"Mira?" he piped up,

"Yes?"

"Do you have something against Shiro and Miki?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Curiosity." he said curtly.

She stopped for a moment to look at him. "And why is that?" she asked. He looked at the ground briefly, wondering how to word it without being too pushy. "Well," he thought, "Shiro told me that.. well, you locked him in a room in an area between the past and future," he began. "Wouldn't you have some sort of motive to do that?" he asked.

She blinked. For now, Yami couldn't believe that he was actually having a civil conversation with this woman; how she was able to make herself young and then old again the next was truely a mystery, but he was just glad of the opportunity he was receiving to get his answers.

"I don't think now is the time to tell," she finally replied. She looked over her shoulder just to see if Miki and Shiro had followed. They were, and were listening intently. She saw this and simply smiled- odd though after spending most of the time they had been with her and all of her smug comments and growls.

"Lady Mira," A woman approached. She looked up at the sound of her name. The woman bowed and showed them to a room. Yami thought it was a very big room, he'd never seen anything so big before, not even Kaiba's office could compare to this. The same woman who came stopped by Mira; she had nodded at what Mira had told her, and she ushered Shiro and Miki off in a completely different direction. He turned back from them to the current area. He had time to worry about them later, for now it seemed, from the previous display out in the cold, that they could take care of themselves. As he looked at the room before him, his eyes grew wide in awe.

The floor looked like it was made out of gold, and the walls shone off a pretty cream texture; curtains draped the walls as if there was an entry way, but not. From what he could see, to the right of him, there was a desk littered with papers of all sorts, a lamp that was turned on, and an old man with wrinkly skin and glasses that sat poised over a document of sorts and scribbled something onto a notebook. To Yami's left, a long, wide banquet table, made of some sort of wood with a glass top stood. On it, were many expensive looking plates with silverware next to it; wine glasses accompanied it.

"Father, Mother," Mira's voice distracted him from his thoughts, and he looked ahead of him to see two tall golden chairs that looked more like a throne than anything else; two other chairs, smaller but not by much, sat on either side. Two people sat on the tall thrones, wearing crowns and such. He thought it odd though, Yugi always explained to him that there used to be castles much like this, but he also said that it was a thing of the past. So why was it in the future? could they have gone back to old ways?

His questions were cut off as the two people stood- a man and a woman. Most likely the 'queen' and 'king' as Yugi had said.

"Mira, darling." the woman grinned from ear to ear and raced over to the young girl, her long violet dress flowing after her.

"Mother," Mira smiled and wrapped her arms around the woman. Yami stared at their embrace, he wondered time and time again how someone who seemed almost harmless could do something so drastic as to go to the past to kidnap people and the Millennium Items.

The Man also made his way over to Mira, pulling her in a short embrace, but they all let go of each other at once.

"Dear, where have you been? We've been worried sick." The Queen scolded, although, she didn't sound quite that worried to him. Mira looked up at the both of them with an innocent look. "It was Sora, Mother. She's been so.." she looked down at the ground and twisted her foot; she bit her lip thinking for a moment. "..Distant, I honestly tried to talk to her, but she freaked out and shoved me into the nearest frame of time she could find." she murmured. She looked up at them again, apology held in her gaze. Though, to Yami, she didn't seem apologetic at all. Nevertheless, the King and Queen's faces twisted with a small type of pain at the mention of Sora. This sparked curiosity within Yami. What had happened between the family? Was there something he should know? Was Yugi in danger? Yes, he did know that Sora was with him, he even recalled Shiro pulling him to the side to speak in private to consult him about it. The meer fact that Sora may be the villain seemed to pull on his heart. Yugi was with her, and if she did something to him he would only blame himself even more for letting him get taken so easily.

He was snapped from his thoughts when the King and Queen approached him. He was a little wary because he had the feeling that these people knew everything about him, but he knew nothing of them. "Yami," it was slight, but he could see the King give a tiny bow to him out of respect. However, the Queen didn't feel the need to be so hesitant; she smiled at him and gave him a small bow of her own. He gazed curiously at them both for a moment, before hesitantly bowing back. The Queen chuckled a little, but the King shot her a warning glare to silence her. Mira didn't do anything though, she merely stepped away. It was then that he recognized that she was taking steps backward on purpose. Then it hit him, she'd only wanted to get away, and the only way to distract him long enough was to engage him in an unwanted conversation with the two highest royals. She also seemed to know that he wouldn't simply walk away, he'd want to please the King and Queen and gain their trust. That took time, and no one seemed to know this better than she.

The King and Queen introduced themselves as King Oren and Queen Izumi; he, in turn, introduced himself as well, although there was no need, he still thought it polite to do so. He was well aware that with each passing second, Mira had slipped further and further away, until she had left the room completely. He wanted to follow her, but he simply couldn't, reason being the Queen had come and intertwined her arm with his and walked him over to the banquet table. The King slowly followed after; it really did seem that they had wanted to talk to him. With all these things racing through his mind, he was barely aware that she had seated him and sat across the table with her husband next to her. It was when they spoke his name that he had been pulled from his momentary daze.

"Yami, you don't know how long we've been waiting for you to arrive." Queen Izumi said delightedly. King Oren nodded in agreement. "Yes, we didn't expect you to show up this soon, but regardless, we're still happy you made it safely." Queen Izumi added, "And we have Mira to thank for bringing you here safely; we're quite lucky to have her."

He stared at them with momentary shock. She brought him? Is that what they thought? Had Mira purposely gone to get him?

"Yami," King Oren started, "If at all possible, would you be willing to help us?" He asked. Yami's eyes grew even wider. The last thing he was expecting was to be asked for help.

"Uh... with what, exactly?" he asked. Queen Izumi and King Oren looked at each other briefly and exchanged an uncertain glance. "You mean... you don't remember coming?" Queen Izumi asked, mystified. "Coming?" he asked. The King stood for a moment.

"Wayther Apinski!" he shouted, not loud of course, but enough to get attention. The man that he'd seen earlier working at his desk quickly rose from his seat, papers went this way and that, he quickly collected them all and ran over with a pen and a pad. "Yes my King?" he asked nervously. "You recorded our conversation, did you not?" he asked. The man blinked, "What conversation your Majesty?" he asked. King Oren looked like he was about to yell, but Queen Izumi stood and rested her hand on his arm. "Dear, not now." she murmured. She then turned to the man, "Apinski, you remember right? when we were outside and both Mira and Sora had accompanied a young man by the name Yami Muto?" she inquired. The man, Apinski's eyes brightened instantaniously. "Yes of course my Queen, you need it at this moment?" he asked. She merely nodded and he scurried off to his desk. The King and Queen both sat again.

"Sorry about that, Yami," The Queen said, "We need you to remember if you can't so that we can explain what has been happening over the past few weeks." she added.

He nodded slightly, he was still unsure of what this was all about, but he knew he would be briefed soon. Then a thought came to mind, What if he had this conversation with these people when he was King? Would he learn of his real name? But wait... if it had indeed happened when he was King, wouldn't these people have called him that instead of 'Yami'? He shook the thoughts away.

"Majesties, it is here." Apinski murmered, and handed them over before zooming back over to his desk. It seemed to Yami that he had a fear of the King, and from what had just taken place, Yami wouldn't have blamed him.

"Um, King Oren?" he asked, "You called that man, a... 'Wayther'?" The King stopped scanning the document and looked up at him, confusion etched his face, but the Queen seemed to understand perfectly what he was asking. She smiled at him, "Please, Call me Izumi and my husband, Oren." she paused for a moment, then, "Waythers are.. how should I put it? Servants of sorts.." Yami blinked, "So," he said, thinking out loud, "They're more like slaves..." he said. Izumi and Oren both looked up at him, eyes a little wide and he could visibly see them gulp before answering, "Well, yes. I guess that is the technical term isn't it?" Oren stated. Izumi nodded and let out a nervous laugh, then the room fell into silence.

Yami was curious though, Why did they look afraid? Was it something he had done? He didn't think he was really that intimidating, so it had to be something else. Is it something I'm going to do? he asked himself. All he had known of his past was that he was a really powerful Pharaoh, but surely not that powerful compared to these people. He had already seen physical power that even he couldn't do. For example, Mira's light when they were outside, and Shiro's weird expression afterwards that made her back down. He couldn't do that, he knew. So the real question was, what made these people sitting across from him, have to fear?

All of a sudden, there was a blood curdling scream that echoed through the room they had entered; the doors were still open and he immediately heard other screams and people running down the hallway in blind panic, he recognized most of them to look like Waythers, but that was beside the point. The scream came once more, but it intensified, so much so that he had to cover his ears. And then, again. He crushed his palms to his ears as he heard it, he heard shattering of glass and what ran through his mind was that something serious was going on, and if it didn't stop soon, he might bleed through his ears. He glanced over to the King and Queen, but they didn't seem fazed by it, they only stared at him with concern.

It seemed that Yami was the only one that could hear all of this; he immediately stood up on his feet and wandered away from the table, it was then that he felt so small, a helpless little bug, and each scream that he heard seemed to intensify, as if a stereo was on repeat and the volume was being messed with. He couldn't take it anymore, the screams got louder and faster, so much so that it overwhelmed him. He crumpled to the ground and let out a strangled cry of pain, one that he would never have thought he would make in his life. Then, just before his head his the ground, Something terrified him, And instantly, with tremors of fear shaking his body, he instantly knew who was screaming. It was Yugi. Yugi was screaming. He didn't know how he was the only one who heard, but it scared him to death. Another of Yugi's intensified screams sent him to the ground completely; he was barely aware that the Queen and King were hovered around him patting him all over checking to see if he was alright. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. All he could do was lay there on the floor, eyes shut. He felt something hot and sticky on his hands, the hands that he had covered his ears with that now lay beside his head. He wondered briefly if it was water that had been poured on him, he didn't know why but that's what came to mind, but then the tang of blood that stung his throat said otherwise. It was all too clear now to Yami that he was bleeding, and badly. His receding thoughts were of the terrifying thought that Yugi was going through hell, and there was nothing he could do to stop it; he didn't even seem to feel, let alone care, about his own life.

Please, Yugi, I need you to be safe.

This was his last thought before the darkness came and swept him away like a dark river.

Yugi's POV

It had been about five minutes since they had come back from inside. He and Sora had decided that the best thing for the both of them was to get some rest for tomorrow. He hadn't wanted to give up searching for possible solutions to his problem; he wanted to free his friends, and the... Waythers- The slaves. From the look he'd gotten from a passing Wayther, it looked like she was miserable. He had felt bad for her, but he wasn't entirely sure why they were feeling so miserable if they were treated decently. He'd been looking for some clue as to what the Millennium Items meant to these people, and what the captives even meant to people like Sora. Sora knew little, from what she had said. He knew that he could trust her, and with his life. He hadn't known her for that long, but if she really did need something from him, she probably would have tried something already. She hadn't so far, so that meant a great deal to him; he was rather pleased that she was on his side.

He sat down at the table as he was lost in thought, but Sora quickly snapped him out of it by tapping him on the shoulder and guiding him to the nearby couch in her room. It had become his designated sleeping spot for a while now, and Sora didn't seem too bothered by the idea, after all she had a bed of her own in another room connected to this one since her room was so big. As she guided him away from the table, he let out small wimpers of protest every now and then, which was silenced each time by Sora who kept giving him a hard glare. "Please, Sora. I need to-" "No, you've done enough for today. You need to get your rest." she cut him off. He pouted a little, but Sora laughed. "Wow, pouting? I'd never thought you'd go to that extent." she said, eyes lit up with amusement. This seemed to ebb his worries a little, it was nice to be with a friend at a time like this.

Once he was lying down on the couch, Sora had pulled some of her blankets off of her bed and put it on top of him. Sora had to do this with each passing night due to the Waythers that kept entering her room. He found that, since she was a Princess (which didn't come as much of a shock to him by the way she'd acted when they'd first met) she'd have her bed made, her food brought to her, and she was repeatedly pampered. Of course, he'd also have to hide every time they came in; they didn't want word getting out that a strange boy was in her bedroom at all times. Every now and then though, a Wayther would catch him by surprise, and Sora would have to swear them to secrecy. They always obeyed her, so it didn't become too much of a problem.

An hour had passed, and he was still tossing and turning. The couch was a little bit uncomfortable, but that wasn't what kept him up. Every night it seemed that someone was singing; granted it was beautiful and he wanted to listen to it each time, but he knew that he needed his rest tonight and it didn't help if he was to distracted to do that. As the song went on, he realized that it seemed... different. Like someone else was singing the song. Out of curiosity, he brushed off the blankets he was under and stood; very carefully he tip-toed up to the closed door that lead into the hallway. He pressed his ear to it, and the song grew louder. He was about to reach for the door handles when he suddenly remembered what had happened to him earlier. The images of the old wrinkly skin had shocked him, and scared him to death. He turned away suddenly, and grabbed some gloves off the desk he had been at earlier. Sora had left them for him if he ever needed some air in the middle of the night. He did occasionally, and his heart stirred with warmth when he realized how truely Sora had trusted him.

He slipped his fingers into each of the slots and pulled on the door slightly. The singing did get louder, but not by much. He silently brushed past the door and closed it behind him, slowly so he wouldn't disturb Sora's slumber. He looked both left and right, trying to decide where the music was coming from; he chose to go right, which would lead him deeper into the castle he was in. He'd grown a little bit used to being in a place so big, and he began to feel happy that he had the chance to explore when everyone was asleep. It had been quite a while since he first came here, and only a couple of days ago he'd been allowed to wander. He still hadn't fully explored everywhere, which wasn't such a surprise because the castle was so big.

As he headed down the hallway, he noticed that the music grew louder; it seemed he had been right about his assumption. He paused at the end of the hallway, there was yet another hallway that he had learned connected to this one; he hadn't yet been down one side, and he was curious about it. Sora always seemed wary passing it when she had always come to get him when she felt he'd been out to long. Yes, Sora did know that he wandered, but he didn't think she cared too much. He slowly peeked around the corner, down the way he was not yet familiar with. His excitement grew when he heard the song coming not far down; he'd finally have a chance to explore this part of the castle. Noting that all was clear, he stepped into the hallway and continued down the path. He squinted to see through the growing darkness; there were no lamps down this hallway, not like the others. He carefully placed one foot in front of the other, and imagined in his head that he was a feather. A trick, not a very good one, but it helped him to be less shaky in his slow movements.

As he continued his journey down the hallway, there was a sudden knock on a wall. He nearly screamed, but, inspite of his fears, he drew closely to the door closest to where he had heard the knock. As he pressed his ear to the door, he heard the music, louder than before. He then noticed the difference from when he had first heard it that night. It wasn't one person singing the song any longer, it was a group of people singing it together. He was in total awe that these people could sing like one person. He nervously bit his lip, he needed to see who was singing. If that got him into trouble, maybe he could pretend to be a Wayther. He made up his mind, and he slowly cracked to door open. He let out a loud gasp when he saw. He couldn't believe it himself.

In the nearly pitch black room, there was a cell connected to the wall, the cell was filled with all types of people. He'd even thought he caught a glimpse of Bakura in there. He saw Seto Kaiba too, he was there sitting in a corner, head down; it looked like he was sleeping, but he knew he was probably just angry with himself for getting into something like this. The song intenisfied, again, not by much. But he knew the song now, and what they were singing. He couldn't agree more, and he wished everyone in the cell would be free. The lonely song seemed to be getting at him. Of course, the song was probably almost over by now anyway, so he thought he might as well listen to the rest of the song.

He glanced around the cell, searching for the main voice that pierced through everyone in the cell. To his surprise, there were two main voices. They sounded exactly alike in every way, and it amazed him even further when he recognized the voices as Marik and, what looked like to be Ryou. When he saw, he kind of figured it was him because Bakura's hair was bigger and much more ragged than that. As he stood at the doorway, peeking through the crack in the door, he noted that everyone began to sway, all except Kaiba, Marik's family, and Bakura. It was a very moving song that made Yugi himself want to cry.

As they went on singing, he found himself singing along as well, he already knew the song by heart, he remembered that his grandfather had told him once that his mother used to sing him that song. A tear fell from his eyes as he sang:

I think about love, and oh what a beautiful song

And oh how it need to be sung here sing it so loud all the world can hear

I think I'll be

Gone away awhile, tell me all the things that I

I'll be missing here in this old life man cause I just don't know

But I'll be fine, oh don't you worry

Cause I'll be fine, see I'm in no hurry

No I'll be fine, oh don't you worry

Cause I'll be fine, see I'm in a hurry to be

Gone away awhile, tell me all the things that I

I'll be missing here in this old life man cause I just don't know

As the song slowly died away, he smiled a little when he heard the rest of the people chant the last verse a couple of times again, just the way he had heard it when he first heard the song. Everyone that had been singing smiled at one another, a girl even went so far as to complement Marik and Ryou for the lead in the song.

He blinked a few times, he was dazed by the song, and he didn't seem to realize that his friends were singing a song about leaving this place, and their entrapment. It occurred to him a little while after the thought, that he had the chance to actually talk to his friends and the others before Sora came looking for him. It has been a little bit ago that he left, maybe ten minutes or so; she wouldn't come looking for a while yet. He felt nervous butterflies in his stomach, he didn't know how everyone would react to him. After all, he didn't see what was so special about himself, but he was glad that he was with Sora. He began to feel bad for these people. The idea of even sleeping in a cell repulsed him; he couldn't imagine how his friends must feel.

It was already dark in the hallway, so he slowly opened the door further, slid in, and closed it behind him. Still though, no one noticed his appearance. His nervousness intensified considerably.

He softly cleared his throat, and called out the name of his friend that he had wanted to speak to: "Marik?" he said in a hushed voice. The stirring around in the cell suddenly stopped. No one moved, no one said a word. He looked at Kaiba, and it scared the living daylights out of him when he found Kaiba on his feet with wide scared eyes. Never before had he seen the CEO so incredibly shaken by his sudden appearance.

"Marik? it's me, Yugi." he quickly added. He heard a few sighs of relief, and upon hearing these, the group of people also seemed to visibly relax. "Yugi, you can't be in here." Ryou came over to the edge of the cell, face pressed up against the metal bars. Yugi shook his head, refusing; but then realized it was dark, "No," he replied instead, "I have to speak to Marik, Now." he insisted. "What about?" he questioned. Yugi bit his lip again, he couldn't exactly talk to everyone about it, that's why he had wanted to speak to Marik privately.

"Um, I can't tell you." he murmured. Ryou sighed, "If you really want to speak to him Yugi, you're going to have to wait until morning. We can't get out of here."

Yugi nodded, If they were in a cell, then it would be only natural for them to not be able to leave. Truth be told, he really did need to speak to Marik, but the whole reason he came down here was to find the source of the singing. And to think, his own two friends were the ones. Well, at least he thought.

"Alright," he responded, "Marik, do you know where Sora's room is?" he questioned. There was silence for a minute, then there was a hesitant, "Yes." Yugi nodded, "Right, well, that's where I'll be; you can come in the morning there so we can talk." he said. There was a sigh, and Ryou reached out and grabbed Yugi's wrist. Yugi stared up at his friend with wide eyes.

"Yugi, it's not safe for you to be around Sora." He whispered to him. He recalled Marik saying the same thing when he found him and his siblings doing the laundry in the laundry room. It wasn't the statement of him needing to stay away from Sora that had scared him so much. He absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that Marik said that there was another him roaming around. At first, he'd thought that Marik and gone crazy, but then he just figured that Marik had seen him roaming around the castle at some point. He was even wearing new clothes that Sora had given him so his own clothes could get washed.

"Please, it's really not safe. Honest. Believe me." he insisted. Yugi just blinked. Bakura, whom was sitting on the cell floor leaning against the bars, had slid up to his feet, hands in his pockets, and stared over at Yugi.

"You'd do well to heed his advice," he said grudgingly. Ryou let go of Yugi and swiveled his head to look at Bakura. It seemed that Bakura and Ryou had gotten along better, probably due to the fact that they both had separate bodies now due to being pulled away from one another much like the Pharaoh and himself were. Bakura walked over and nudged Ryou out of the way; he stared down at Yugi, eyes squinting. "If you ignore us, and don't listen," he warned, "Don't come crying to us if something happens." he growled at the last part of the sentence. Yugi gulped and nodded, "But, Bakura... I can't just leave her. She'll search for me and wonder why I've been avoiding her." he looked down, "What do I do?" he asked. He, for one, would never have thought he would ever ask Bakura for advice, but given the situation he guessed it would be okay just this once.

"Why are you asking that bastard for ideas, Yugi?" Kaiba muttered. Bakura shot him a glare, but Kaiba didn't seem fazed by it. "Seriously Yugi, I thought you were better than that." Yugi looked down in shame. Bakura chuckled a little, "Well, now Seto, do you have better advice than mine?" he asked. Kaiba growled at the use of his first name. "Bakura, I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me by my first name. After all, I've been very nice about not mocking your first name." He smirked. Bakura seemed to be glaring daggers at him, but turned away.

"Just stay with her for now, if you're so worried," Bakura said, "But try not to put yourself into trust related issues." he then turned away and headed back further into the cell.

Yugi sighed, "Well, Marik, I'll see you tomorrow then." he murmured, and without another word, he left the cold cell room, silently clicking the door shut behind him.

There was a sudden gasp of surprise, and his head snapped away from the door to the person in front of him. He let out a small cry of fear. As did the person in front of him. Yugi's eyes were wide with fear, and he backed away until his back hit the door he came from. The figure in front of him looked evil, Yugi even felt the evil within this person. "W-Who are you?" Yugi's voice visibly shook. The figure looked down at his feet, "You need to ask?" he replied.

Yugi's eyes grew even wider, and tears dripped down his face. He felt so heavy now, his head was pounding painfully. He looked at the figure, the all too familiar figure he had seen every day, no matter where he was. The figure looked back up at him, violet eyes staring back at him. He had to stop staring. The figure looked exactly like him, mirrored in every way. His eyes, his hair, his height, even his clothes were the same and the figures. The only difference he could find was the evil that this person harnessed. Marik really wasn't kidding when he said that he had a look alike!

The figure stepped forward towards Yugi, all shock of bumping into each other faded away. He stared into Yugi's eyes, and Yugi finally felt the fear instead of surprise. He advanced further until they were only inches apart.

"I'm you, Yugi." He smirked evilly. It was then that Yugi's eyes widened even further, and he let out a terrifying scream. It wasn't of fear, it was of pain. Yugi crumpled to the floor, he had knocked the other away from him with the fall, but when he hit the floor, his head reeled, he flailed all over the place, hitting the walls, the door; he his a small night stand table and knocked over a vase, shattering it. He let out another terrifying screech.

The pain in his head intensified, as if his brain was trying to fight its way out of his skull. "HELP!" He screeched, he needed help from someone, anyone. He stopped flailing around, and curled up into the fetal position; he was still painfully aware that the other was looking down on him with a wide smirk. Yugi couldn't hold on any longer, his conciousness was fading fast, and he didn't know what to do. He forced out a harsh scream, hoping someone would come. But he didn't have that long before the dark abyss dragged him down. His fleeting thought was of the Pharaoh, and he hoped that he would keep his friends safe. He had a feeling that he was being dragged down into the very depths of hell.

Soooo... how was that for a long chapter huh? again, sorry for the extremely long wait. I hope it was worth it though. You know, it almost makes me a little too sad that I didn't get any reviews last chapter. But hey, at least I have reviews. :P anyway, an experience like loosing my thumb drive has made me want to be able to tell you whats going on. So, it makes it a heck of a lot easier to contact you and talk to you through Facebook. I have a page on there now where I update. I was hoping some of you would go to my profile and notice, but if you didn't that's okay. Anyway, the facebook address to contact me is on there, but if you're too lazy like I am to do so, then namesoftheforgotten

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