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Research

A week passed from the day Yugi became a Dreamer and none of the four boys showed any signs of waking up anytime soon. It was the day for reporting about the work in culture, which would be account for the class the next week. Yami and Bakura realized none of them had done anything more than just the beginning of the analysis; which was explainable since none of them had been very active in school since Yugi turned into the hospital. But when the teacher looked down at her papers she noticed something.

"Is there anyone who knows anything about the princess group? Yugi Atemu, Ryou Kazuki, Malik Ishtar and Seto Kaiba?" She looked at Yami and Bakura.

"They are at the hospital…," Bakura started. He didn't feel like telling the story over again.

"Yugi turned in last Sunday, unconscious and will not wake up," Yami explained. Malik fell into the same state last Monday, Ryou and Seto has been unconscious since Tuesday."

"How strange," the teacher said shaking her head in slight confusion. "How come everyone in the same group is in the same condition?"

Yami's and Bakura's eyes widened from confusion of what she was talking about, then widened even more when he suddenly realized what they had been doing before this all started. They looked at each other and both knew what the other was thinking. It had to have something to do with the painting.

Yami bit his thumb slightly in thought, his thoughts fixed on the black book that had burned up a few days ago, shortly after Ryou and Seto had became Dreamers. If he had been able to read more from it then maybe… he didn't know what.

Bakura suddenly remembered the diary Ryou had read when Yugi had fallen unconscious. It was left in Ryou's room where it had fallen. Maybe he could find some answers there.

"Man, are you gone today too? You're a freak, Yami," Jono suddenly said after trying to get his friend's attention by waving a hand in front of his face.

"Jono?"

"Oh? So you can see me? What's wrong now?"

"Isn't it strange that it is only the ones who were working with the painting of the Battle Princess have fallen into dream state?" Bakura asked instead.

"Dream state?"

The three boys turned to a slightly blushing Anzu who had just come over to them.

"We may need help," Yami said looking at Bakura.

"This only time I believe you're right," Bakura said with a heavy sigh. What didn't you do for your brother?

Honda suddenly hopped up beside Bakura and stared wide eyed at the two arch enemies. "Who are you? What did you do to Bakura and Yami?"

Bakura was about to beat Honda to a bloody heap of bones when Yami answered. "Their little brothers turned into the hospital and now we will try to find out the reason."

"And what will you do if you fall into the same state?" Jono asked.

"Hope to join Yugi wherever he is at," Yami answered with the smile of an older brother.

"Let's go home to me and start with the diary Ryou was reading," Bakura said.

"But school isn't over yet," Honda said.

"You can stay if you want, our brothers are more important than school anyway."

"I'll come with you," Anzu said determinedly. "I have no idea of what's going on, but I have a feeling I may be able to help."

"You're a great friend Anzu," Yami said with a bright smile.

Jono looked at Honda who just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head before both of them ran after the trio out of school.

"Here is the diary Ryou was reading when Yugi fell unconscious," Bakura said and picked up the old book. It was well taken care of, with dull but yet red leather cover. There was a few threads left where there once had been a ribbon, but it was ripped off through the many years it had swished hand.

"Before we start, could you tell me what has happened?" Anzu asked.

"My brother, Yugi, turned into the hospital last Sunday. The day after his new friend Malik fell into the same state, and two days ago Bakura's brother Ryou and our classmate Seto also became Dreamers as the doc calls them."

"How strange," Anzu stated.

"Even more strange," Bakura said after looking through the diary swiftly. "This is Ryou's handwriting."

"You're kidding," Honda said, taking a look at the nice writing.

"Here," Bakura said taking some notes Ryou had done from his desk so everyone could see. "It is no difference. This is certainly Ryou's writing."

"But that's impossible," Yami stated. "Yugi said they would borrow it from the one who owns the painting."

"And the date says it's from the seventeenth century," Honda said looking at the date. "Hey, is that my name?" He pointed at a word that looked suspiciously much like Honda's name.

Bakura began to read aloud.

April 29, 1630

The princess's fiancé is up to something. I just know it. Why would an old pig like him wish to marry our princess? I would understand if her hand was for his son, but apparently he wish to have our princess's kingdom for himself. He does not know how powerful the princess is. Sir Honda risked losing his place in the council if he did not stop trying to make the princess break the engagement. He has a great heart, Honda. He tries to hard to fill the empty place as her father now when the king is no longer with us.

The princess has stopped smiling. Miss Malin said that the princess is slowly losing to the evil.

"There is much more written, but some of the words is unreadable. The writer was obviously crying."

"Malin sounds slightly like that Malik's name, don't you think?" Yami asked the rest.

"Like a female version of it?" Jono said.

"Miss Malin? Princess Yuniko of Scotland's nurse?"

Everyone turned to a slightly confused Anzu.

"Have I missed something?" Jono suddenly asked looking from one to another with confusion written all over his face.

"Well, in my family there have been this fairytale told through generations since the seventeenth century," Anzu started, looking shyly at the others. "I have never believed in it but grand grandpa always talks about it. And he sometimes mentions the princess's nurse Malin."

"What are we waiting for?" Yami said, already out of the door.

"Let's go to your place, Anzu," Bakura said pulling the confused girl with him. Honda and Jono had no choice but to run after them.

"Can you tell us what you know of the princess?" Yami asked Anzu when they were on their way to her place. Jono and Honda seemed to be forgotten for now. Bakura still had the diary in his hand.

"Well, since I've never believed in the stories I'm not really sure, so you can't trust me."

"It's all we have right now, so spill," Bakura encouraged.

"Well, if I remember things right my forefathers lived in France and grand grandpa brags about we used to be a royal family, I don't mind that fact though, even if it's false. Whatever, one of my ancestors, a princess I never picked up the name of, travelled to Scotland and engaged the prince who was princess Yuniko's older brother. But she returned about three years later with a broken heart and told her father the prince had died. I don't remember why though."

"Hey, didn't they have notes?" Honda suddenly asked. "Seto and the other's I mean," he explained at the others confused eyes.

Bakura hit his forehead. "Gosh, you're right… but let's see what we can find at Anzu's first. I can't be on two places at the same time. Besides, I don't think the notes will go anywhere."

"The old man lives with you, right?" Yami suddenly asked.

"Yes, he does," Anzu answered obviously. "He is very old, and can't really see or hear properly anymore, but his head is still very clear for his age."

"Good, after we hear what he can tell us we can go back to me and see what Ryou and the others found out," Bakura decided. Yami agreed and once again Jono and Honda wondered what had happened. The arch enemies Yami and Bakura working together was a thought impossible to think and a sight they found hard to accept.

They stood completely stunned looking up at the place Anzu called her house. The four guys would rather call in mansion. It was three floors, all of them with high ceilings according to the high French windows. The garden was carefully taken care of with trees carrying early fruits of apples and pears. Softly pink fairy roses grew in perfect lines each side of the cobblestone laid path to the front door.

"What're you waiting for?" Anzu called from the entrance. "I thought you were in a hurry."

Yami shook his head free from the strange feeling he had actually expected something like this and walked the short way up to his female friend.

Bakura frowned confused before he shrugged his shoulders and threw his surprise over the shoulder. He had to take the other two in the ears to get them moving though, making the two friends complain like little kids getting lectured by their mother.

"Mama, I have some friends with me!" Anzu called into the huge house, talking in French as was her native tongue, even if she was actually born in Japan.

The house wasn't empty of people. Actually Anzus whole family lived here, from grand grandparents to their grand grandchildren's cousins.

A short, round woman in her early fifties with shrewd blue eyes and friendly face walked into the hall and looked at the boys. Her face smiled an artful smile and she greeted them with Japanese that broke slightly with her French accent. "My, my, such handsome young men," she said and blinked friendly. "If you can wait for a moment I will serve you newly baked apple-pie."

"I'd love to, ma'am!" Jono quickly agreed with a big grin.

The woman smiled knowingly and chuckled in amusement, her eyes almost disappeared in the fatness of her kind face.

"Could you serve it in the dining room?" Anzu asked her mother. "And have you seen old Pa?"

"Old Pa is waiting for you in the living room. I will take the pie there."

Yami thought the woman was charming. Her shrewd eyes told him she could probably make anyone do whatever she wished for her if she wanted.

"Your mother is very interesting… with charm," Bakura said as he looked at where the woman had disappeared.

"Don't talk to her too much," Anzu warned them as she led the way to the living room. "She is the sweetest you can find, but she is sly."

"I figured that much," Honda said, glancing over his shoulder the way Anzu's mother had disappeared. He was the only one who didn't like her.

"Old Pa is over a hundred years old, so don't be surprised by his appearance. He is very sharp even if he's old."

They entered the living room, where the youngest children were already collected around a very old, thin man with his face filled with wrinkles. His eyes had a clear blue-green colour that was half-hidden under his heavy eyebrows. His creased hands trembled slightly from his high age and there were not many hairs left on his head.

"Is it little Tea and her friends?" old Pa asked as he peeped at them with his old eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, but still clear and filled with the pride his body had lost long ago. He talked in heavily accented Japanese, but he also talked slowly so there were no problems in understanding him.

"It is, old Pa," Anzu said as she sat on her knees on the floor and placed her hands on the old man's lap. He turned his surprisingly big ear towards her so he could hear her properly. Anzu had long ago been used to the old man's ability to know when someone left or was coming to the mansion.

"How many are they?" old Pa asked, peeping at the blurry figures that were too far away for him to see.

"They are four, old Pa," Anzu answered. "They all come from my class in school. We wish to hear the story of princess Yuniko of Scotland."

Old Pa nodded and squeezed her hand slightly. "Your mother is soon done with the pies. Let us wait for her."

Anzu nodded and went back to her friends. "Old Pa is psychic," she said lowly, making sure the old man couldn't hear. "That's how he knew we were coming. He finds it unnecessary to only tell a small group of people his stories since he knows he has so little time left to tell them."

The boys nodded and sat down on the pillows that lay around on the floor as they waited for Anzu's mother to serve the pie. The other children around them looked at them curiously and one of the older girls moved her pillow so she sat beside Bakura, who just gave her a nod and slight smile as greeting.

The sounds of footsteps and the sweet smell of newly baked apple-pie came from the entrance to the living room and the round woman entered with two pies, one in each hand. Behind her walked three other girls, these older than Anzu, with plates, spoons, vanilla custard and another pie. Anzu's mother had made sure it would be enough for everyone. She greeted old Pa and served him a piece hot pie and custard with the warning it was too hot for him to eat yet. Everyone else served themselves with pie where they were placed on a table. When everyone was seated again Anzu's mother squeezed his hand as a signal he could start his story.

"It was… in 1625," old Pa begun, his clear eyes taking a far off look. "King Nicolaus III Lukas of France had for a long time corresponded with the king of Scotland, Loutus of Scotland. Loutus had a son, one with beautiful blue eyes, the most handsome face ever seen on a human and the body of a god. This is what Loutus himself wrote in his letters."

There was a pause where Bakura took the chance to check if Ryouko had been at the castle by that time. To his disappointment he found that she had arrived to the castle five years later.

"King Lukas decided he wanted one of his daughters to marry the prince. His two daughters, the most beautiful to be found in France, travelled with their father to Scotland in order to meet the prince. After three months the king came back with his oldest daughter, leaving the younger… princess Tea von Lily as the prince's fiancée."

Yami and Bakura exchanged glances with a wide eyed Anzu. They had all heard the old man call her Tea.

"Princess Tea sent a few letters where she described her time with the prince in the white castle. She wrote how she could observe him train with the guards and soldiers for hours, just admiring him. She also wrote about the prince's very close relationship with his younger sister, princess Yuniko of Scotland. The little princess was a strange child, princess Tea wrote. The little one always had her nurse around, following her like a puppy. The nurse, Miss Malin, was no puppy though. She was very sharp and had a strong will. She admired the princess above all else and was very good at throwing knives as well as using them to fight. The princess too used to join her brother's training with the soldiers. Princess Tea wrote how she had witnessed the fourteen year old girl defeat six experienced soldiers on her own."

Old Pa paused and took a little bite of the pie and sipped a little water to clear his throat. Bakura wished he had taken a notebook with him or something. Yami was biting his thumb in thought while the others just moved slightly closer, eager to hear the rest. Jono and Honda thought it was strange for a princess to fight.

"But after three years the princess suddenly returned to France… alone." Old Pa closed his eyes and his old face mirrored the sadness of his story. "Her face was striped from the tears she had cried. Her before always happy eyes held grief and had lost their strong spark of life that had always been burning in her eyes. The prince was dead. After three years of engagement the prince had fallen ill and later on also died. Princess Tea told her father about the great loss with broken voice and also told about the princess, whose heart was as shattered as Lady Tea's. She said that princess Yuniko of Scotland had witnessed her brother's death, something princess Tea was luckily speared from. Lady Yuniko is said to have a heart of the purest of gold, filled with wisdom and care. She sent princess Tea home because there was nothing left for the girl there anymore, because in Scotland Lady Tea could only mourn the loss of the man she loved. But princess Tea also told her father that princess Yuniko was more broken in her heart than she was, and still she stood tall in order to protect the kingdom of Scotland."

Anzu shivered slightly. Never before had she heard the story being told with such reality in the words. It no longer felt like the old fairytale she had been told since she was a kid. It was history. Yami, Bakura, Honda and Jono leant closer, as if afraid to miss any of the words leaving the old man's lips. Old Pa looked over the faces of his young listeners, seeing them hanging on to every word.

"Princess Tea never loved any other man. She never completely regained the spark of life in her eyes. Often she would tell anyone who wanted to listen about the princess of Scotland, rarely mentioning the prince who she had truly loved with all her heart. She became the storyteller of her family, telling stories from Scotland to her older sister's children. She explained how princess Yuniko could talk to animals and about her two pets, the white mare Unicorn and the golden eagle Sky. She used to say that the princess was so pure she could tame the Devil himself if she tried."

Old Pa smiled slightly and shook his head as he decided it was now time to finish this story.

"Princess Tea died twenty years after her return to France. On her deathbed she whispered words that are a mystery to this very day: My love was taken by evil. The purity was forced to stay strong. May God show mercy to the victims' souls. Let princess Yuniko be reunited with her brother Atemu."

Anzu, Bakura, Honda and Jono looked at Yami who had paled into a sick, white colour. His eyes were wide not only from chock and confusion. In his mind rang the words he had seen in the black book:

Sister, I can not believe how much you have grown into the role as the ruler of our father's kingdom.

I curse myself forever.

I will take you away to a place where we can live far away from our kingdom.

Princess Yuniko of Scotland.

Prince Atemu.

What did this all mean?

Originally I wanted to end the chapter here, but since I've been so mean to you all and not updated for three months (or is it four?) I add another chapter to this one, making the story 1 chapter shorter than planned.

"My heart still hasn't gone back to my chest where it belongs," Jono said as he carefully sat down on the floor in Ryou's room.

"This has taken an eerie turn," Bakura agreed from his position on the bed.

"More than eerie," Yami said. "Right down creepy. Something is not right with this story. There are still too many pieces missing to realize the ones we have actually fit together."

"True," Anzu said from where she sat beside the door staring into thin air. "I have never really listened to the story, and I have never heard it been told like that. It was like old Pa had been there and witnessed it all himself."

"That's right," Honda nodded. "But the story is from seventeenth century, so if he's not immortal or have some kind of elixir that extends his life he could never have been there."

"Old Pa is about 106 years old, born 1897," Anzu informed.

"He might as well have studied the letters the princess Tea wrote," Bakura said. "If the princess belonged to your family it is not impossible the letters are still in your possession."

"We should look through the notes of the others," Yami said as he picked up a few notes from the floor. He recognized Yugi's handwriting.

The other four nodded their heads and picked up papers that were lying around the floor where they had been dropped the moment Yugi fell unconscious. Bakura hadn't been in the mood or had had the energy to clean the mess before.

"I wish I had that black book now," Yami mumbled to himself.

"Which black book?" Jono asked confused.

"Oh? Didn't I tell you? I found this black book in my room last Saturday. It was also some kind of diary but it didn't have any dates. But the on first page there was this image of Yugi in drag."

"Yugi in drag?" Honda repeated and his eyes looked up at the ceiling as he imagined Yugi in a dress. "He could look cute in drag," he said with a silly grin and slight blush.

Yami threw a very murderous glare at him and if eyes could kill Honda would have died on the spot.

"It's my brother you're talking about," he growled.

"Sorry," Honda apologized from where he tried to hide behind Jono who didn't look so eager to be an object for Yami's glare.

"If you had been good at drawing I would ask you to draw a copy of it," Bakura said from the bed, idly looking through Ryou's notes.

Yami snorted offended as he took a blank paper and a pencil from Ryou's desk and started to draw. He wasn't bad at drawing. It was one of the things he enjoyed most, but he hadn't found much inspiration or motivation to do so for some time. He quickly drew a copy of the ink drawing he had seen in the black book. It wasn't as good as that one, but good enough.

"Here," Yami said throwing the drawing Bakura's way, but when it returned to him he got up and placed it beside his enemy, daring him to say it was bad.

Bakura stared at the drawing of the girl.

She sat there trembling and alone. He stepped up and kneeled in front of her, wishing to see her eyes.

"Look at me, princess," he said in a soft whisper.

The princess hesitated before she opened her dull eyes coloured of heaven itself. The same eyes he had fallen so deeply in love with.

Bakura blinked in surprise. Where had that image come from? He had never seen the girl before in his life, that much he knew.

"Speechless Bakura?" Yami suddenly sneered, thinking his enemy's surprised gaze was because of his drawing.

"A little. The girl's really cute."

Yami looked about ready to strangle Bakura, but Jono held him back.

"Now we take it easy. I think Ryou would like to still have his brother in life if he ever wakes up."

Ouch, that hurt. Upon being reminded of why they were doing this the hostility between the two died almost instantly. Jono realized his mistake and mumbled an apology no one listened to.

"The queen was banished?"

Everyone turned confused eyes to Anzu who had busied herself by reading through Malik's notes.

"The queen? The princess's mother?" Honda asked stupidly.

"Yes. Look at this. 1615 the king of Scotland banished his queen. The queen had to leave her three year old daughter at the castle with the promise to return. But she never did."

"So the princess was born 1612?" Bakura figured.

"Yes. It says here that the princess was born in July 4," Jono said eyeing Seto's well organized notes.

"That's Yugi's birthday," Yami said with wide eyes.

Everyone stared at each other, each one of them with their own confusion to deal with.

"If I didn't know better I would think Yugi and Yuniko was the same person," Jono suddenly said as he studied Yami's drawing.

Yami's eyes had never been wider. Jono was right! His brother and the princess was the same person! There simply was no other explanation. But if that was true, then the princess's brother… was him?

Questions and the sudden realization were spinning in Yami head. But suddenly a sharp pain in the back of his head cleared his confusion. He looked up to see Bakura standing over him with the book he had hit him with in his hands, prepared to hit him again.

"Are you awake?" Bakura asked with a more than annoyed frown.

"Yes I am. And we have to go to the hospital."

"Why? Are you becoming the same as Yugi?" Jono asked worriedly.

"No, but for some reason I think we can find more answers there if we take all the notes and stuff with us. Maybe Dr Lou can help us find a way to bring Yugi and the others back to this life."

Bakura's frown deepened. What Yami said didn't make sense, but at the same time it did. If Dr Lou knew why his brother was like this, then maybe he actually could find a way to wake them all up.

"Fine," was all he said before he collected the papers along with the others.

"Dr Lou?" the nurse repeated and blinked confused.

"Yes, the one who takes care of the Dreamers," Honda said patiently.

The nurse looked very nervous for some reason and her eyes darted around her surroundings as if afraid anyone would come and take her away at any moment.

"H-he has a day off today," she said, but she was obviously lying.

"Okay then," Bakura said. "We will just visit our friends…"

"No!"

Everyone looked at her strangely.

"There are going strange rumours about those four boys," the nurse whispered and her eyes betrayed her fear.

Yami saw an empty room and dragged the scared nurse over there, the others followed and Bakura closed the door.

"What kind of rumours?" Yami asked right into the nurse's wide eyed face.

With the door closed and not many persons outside and those five youths around the nurse felt slightly calmer. "Two nurses who took care of the Dreamers have disappeared without a trace," she whispered quietly, as afraid anyone but those in the room would hear.

Bakura had to lean closer from the door to hear. Jono felt he didn't want to listen and took place as guard at the door. The other two leant closer to hear.

"One of them disappeared the same day those other two was found, and a second one who disappeared just this morning left nothing but her hair pin and ID card lying on the floor once again at the smaller one's bed. The window was open, but when we checked for fingerprint the handle was clean. No one had touched the window. And Dr Lou hasn't been seen since yesterday night."

Bakura thought closely of this new information. Both he and Yami had noticed the tense atmosphere the day before when they visited their brothers, but this was slightly unnerving.

When Yami's cell phone suddenly rang everyone in the room jumped a feet. Yami cursed under his breath before he answered with an annoyed hello.

"Mr. Atemu?" a familiar voice said over the phone.

"Dr Lou?" Yami said and blinked, surprised to hear the doctor's voice when he had just heard he was gone.

"Yes, that should be me. Are you at the hospital?"

"Y-yes, yes we are."

"Oh, so Mr. Kazuki is there as well. Good, good. Then I will just come over. Wait for me in the Dreamers' room."

"Eh… okay."

Lou hung up and Yami stared at his phone strangely. Everyone stared at him.

"Lou said he would come here and that we should be waiting in the Dreamers' room."

"Dr Lou? But… but…?" The poor nurse stared at everyone around her as if they were hiding answers she really wanted.

"I am certain he will explain himself once he gets here," Honda said with more certainty than he obviously felt. This whole story spooked him.

"The only thing we can do for now is wait," Bakura said. "Questions won't answer themselves." No one could say against that logic.

"We have moved the Dreamers to another room," the nurse said. Yami looked at her ID and saw her name was Linn. "Dr Lou ordered so yesterday, soon after you had gone home."

"Soon we are known by all the hospital staff," Bakura joked quietly with Yami as they followed the young nurse to their brothers' new room.

"Well, since we come here every day and they have to take care of you who're not a patient, who wouldn't know us?" Yami whispered back.

Bakura glared slightly at him. But they still had a common goal: to get their little brothers back. And therefore he could bear with his enemy for now.

They were taken to a part of the hospital where there weren't as much people running around in the corridors.

"This is the fifth section," Linn said quietly, barely over a whisper. "Here we usually put persons with rare and infectious illnesses. Luckily most of the rooms are empty now, but there still are four used rooms, one of them for the Dreamers. Lou was afraid someone else would become a Dreamer, like those three followed the first one. All of them were collected around the little one after all."

The others just nodded. Seto had explained how he had found Malik unconscious in Yugi's arms, and Bakura had witnessed himself how Ryou and Seto both slept holding Yugi onto firmly.

They came into a room with four beds, each of them occupied with a Dreamer. At the far wall was a window with a window hill broad enough for a small person to sit on. The walls were coloured softly yellow with a broad, calming green stripe. Nothing in this room was different from all the others.

"This must be the very first time in history the world sees the mighty Seto Kaiba blush," Jono suddenly said.

"Second actually," Bakura informed.

Jono and Honda stared at their classmate. Seto had almost always been a little distant from the groups of friends in school. He rarely smiled, but he had once proved he wasn't cold. He just stayed on his edge. He was good in controlling his emotions and face, but at some rare moments he let his cold face off and enjoyed his time.

"I believe Yugi smiled himself into Seto's heart as well," Yami said with a gentle smile at his younger brother.

"That kid is strange," Honda stated without thinking. Bakura, for the first time in his life, wanted to defend Yami. But before he could open his mouth to hiss at the brunette Yami answered for himself.

"Yugi is mysterious. So many things have been revealed since he turned in… and some of them I wish I never learnt."

Anzu, who had been quiet this far placed a comforting hand on Yami's shoulder. "What did you learn?" she asked kindly.

She didn't mean to harm. Wasn't aiming at his heart. What she questioned was out of friendly care. Yami knew, but still he slapped the girl's hand away, not able to hide the distress in his eyes.

"Yugi is not my brother," he said tonelessly, his eyes sharp with pain and grief.

Bakura felt how blood left his head in a rush. He could understand. Yami still denied the information, fought back and refused to accept. But now, with Anzu's seemingly concerned and caring question she had forced the fact to be accepted. If it showed Ryou wasn't his brother… Bakura didn't know if he would be able to live with such a fact.

"Lou said he tested our blood time and again with the same result. My mother isn't Yugi's. For some reason… mother knows she gave birth to Yugi, Lou checked it up and could stat it was true. And still… Yugi isn't my brother."

"You shouldn't take it so hard," the familiar voice of Dr Lou said from the door. He stepped in just to stop and stare at the three unfamiliar faces.

"This is our friends," Bakura explained.

Lou frowned slightly and bore his usually gentle eyes into Anzu, Honda and Jono.

"Is there something shiny inside your coat?" Jono suddenly asked, seemingly looking at a breast pocket in Lou's coat.

"You too," Lou answered. Jono stared confused at him. He didn't notice Honda too saw the shiny thing in the doc's pocket. The other three didn't notice anything.

"Where have you been?" the nurse said with her hands on her hips, a stern frown and angry look on her face.

"I am sorry, little Linn," Lou smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I figured out something about the Dreamers last night and rushed away to investigate. I am so sorry I worried you."

The trembling lip and teary look on Linn's face told everyone she had been more than worried. She had been downright scared.

"But those two nurses who have disappeared?" she asked with a small voice.

"I am still working on that," Lou said before he led the girl out. He secured her everything would turn out for the better later.

"Now," Lou said once he turned back to the five youths. "I have finally found out what those four boys have directly common." Immediately he had everyone's full attention.

"What is it?" Anzu pressed.

"I became suspicious when I found similarities in three of the four boys' blood. It seems like young Yugi, Ryou and Seto are half siblings."

Yami and Bakura lost their jaws and just stared at the doc, whose face was death serious. If Yugi and Ryou were half siblings, then… None of them managed to finish the thought in a logic way. They should know if something like that was possible. But when they thought about it again...

"My father is dead," Yami started.

"Both my parents are gone," Bakura continued. Then both of them looked at Seto.

"And Seto has no father either," Jono ended.

The five schoolmates looked at each other.

"It is another thing I find strange," Lou said as if the conversation in front of him passed him by. "And I have compared and checked, tested and checked and then checked again in order to convince myself it is not possible. But it seems like all those four boys are no boys at all."

Everyone stared at him, confused by the words that all of them subconsciously knew would come.

"All of them are girls."