A single pure, emotional tear released from Atemus' eyes as he held his head down in defeat.

That card brought up so many past buried feelings and emotions he forgot he ever had over the few months.

Regret, regret that he didn't contact Yugi sooner and he could have saved them from even starting this fate.

Why must everyone regret one time or another, why can't we do what's right all the time, I guess the mysteries of the world were not meant for Angel, nor Atemu to discover for a long time.

Sadness, sadness that he even had to see his friends in such a helpless situation.

He never wanted anyone to get hurt because of him coming back, it just happened without his knowledge.

I guess you call this feeling melancholic if you had to choose from a wide variety of many words, English or not.

Atemu felt many more emotions, but these emotions I cannot convey through words, it was as you humans say, mixed emotions he felt.

He couldn't choose which one to use at the time.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to yell to god asking him why this fate was brought to his old and dearest friends, but most of all he wanted to save his friends.

That adventure bug was starting to crawl back into Atemus' mind, clouding his mind with foolish thoughts of risking his life.

Its' fangs were digging in, as to make the logic of the inner workings of his mind stall and let his never tired gut take the lead on the that big steering wheel of life.

Atemu looked behind the card; there were writings behind it, obviously in Yugis' as Atemu had seen it many times when Yugi had written to his dear pen pal, Kimua from Africa.

Dear Pharaoh.

If you have a heart for your friends, you'll meet me there.

You know where I will be

Y.M.

Atemu sighed, Yugi knew inside that Atemu would not be the same if he saw him, and he had known even just after being reborn in Yugis' time.

But how did he know that Atemu was back in this time, I guess even Atemu couldn't answer that question of life, no matter how much he pondered on all angles about it.

Atemu knew exactly where Yugi told him to go, the card game shop of Yugis' grandpas.

Atemu knew that this was going to be a new adventure; sadly he had no choice but to join in to put his life on the line.

No matter how much he never wanted to tread into that work again.

Atemu looked at Angel, she was smiling as always.

What was he going to do? Angel couldn't follow him on yet another adventure of life or death.

He had to find Shecka and then go, it was the only way to go and not hurt anyone else that he cared so dearly for.

Of course, Atemu could have left Angel somewhere, but Angel wasn't that street smart and would probably fall into yet another trap, no matter how dim witted it seemed.

Plus he couldn't just leave the child outside with no one; the streets weren't safe even if you had all the experience in the world.

Though Shecka tried her hardest to protect her little sister from any dangers, but it was hard to protect a child.

There so little, so easy to get placed in a crowd, and also fast.

Very fast.

Atemu chuckled to himself as he remembered the time Angel had challenged him to play tag.

Let's just say that Angel was no longer "it" for the whole day.

Atemu and Angel walked out of the restaurant; the sunny day had turned into a rain storm that reflected Atemus' feelings at the moment.

Though that was probably because of global warming coming, sometimes a sunny day could turn into snow in the matter of hours.

Yes, global warming is a horrible thing, though Atemu paid scarce attention to it at all, his mind was far to cramped to fit another file in.

Angel didn't dare speak a word to her friend while they walked, she hadn't seen Atemu thinking like he used to and wasn't sure how to act around him while he was like this.

Though I would not blame her, Atemu was in deep thought and Angel had gotten plenty of lickings from Cal and Shecka for interrupting them while they were thinking deeply about matters, so she didn't want to know what Atemu would say if she spoke.

Shecka always got angry if Angel spoke while she was pondering on financial situations, but she always made it up by getting Angel a chocolate chip mint dipped cone at the Cool Cone, (which usually happened seldom since Shecka thought ice cream was trivial) a popular ice cream business that had every ice cream flavour that a child could dream up in their imaginative little minds.

Cal, on a very different hand, possibly a different body, absolutely broke loose when Angel asked a question when she was training.

Like an animal, she yelled at little Angel, not controlling what came out exactly.

But she never apologised, because she always forgot.

Cal always forgot whatever she did, no matter the crime, but she never forgot a face.

Atemu and Angel were walking quietly for minutes on end, Atemu was naturally going a little quicker as his mind flew, but he was not really paying attention to where his destination would be.

His eyes were scanning the area like a hawk, though not exactly concentrating on the matter at hand.

Atemu always had more things on his mind, like an accountant's paper work, it never ended.

It could be as small as merely thinking if they had milk at home, or as huge as his friends being locked away.

Oh yes, Atemu had a lot of worry in his mind, that was something he'd never would grow out of.

Protecting and helping others.

Angel was almost jogging, trying to keep up with Atemus' very quick, sharp like pace, Atemu may not have known it then, but her mind was flying as well.

With many other, same and different, thoughts.

Angel felt a rather huge drop of water fall straight on her nose, drip, drip, and the drop went as it fell off her nose and onto the ground with the other raindrops.

The beauty of the rain never ceased to amazing Angels' curious eyes and mind.

The light tinkle of April showers which will bring the beauty of May flowers, oh Angel never forgot that little rhyme.

Sure, Shecka wasn't very keen on cheesy rhymes, but she loved to tell stories to her little sister.

The time when Angel heard the tale of the rhyme, she was amazed.

Shecka always made a tale to go with a rhyme, she would tell a tale where a fairy once got harmed by the mighty skies rain in a war, then the moonlight flowers saved the fairies life, and that the rhyme was a chant that the fairies sang oh so many years ago.

Of course, this was years ago when Angels' mind was undeveloped and quite believing to fiction.

But she never forgot that fateful tale; the words had been imprinted into her brain like paint onto a barn.

Though Shecka still told her little sister stories, no matter how many times Cal said that she should not fill the youths mind with such nonsense. (In which Shecka would stick out her tongue and murmur something Angel could not hear and did not really want to find out.)

Angel was so enthralled by the rain drop shows that she started to walk to where the rain was thicker, exactly the opposite direction from Atemu!

The frills on her café uniform were slowly fading into the grey attire of the people of the city while Atemu was deep in many thoughts at the same time. (Something Atemu was used to)

Though Atemu didn't notice, he never noticed things when he was so deep in thought, mainly because he loosened his outside senses so he could contemplate inside faster and more efficiently.

A theory Cal had unfortunately taught him.

It wasn't until about five minutes after Angels' raindrop departure Atemu jolted upwards and looked east and west.

East, no sign of Angels' golden girl smile and wonderful eyes that could light up a room.

West, no café cosplayers to be seen from the crowds with a sweet voice.

Atemu gasped as he murmured in a low tone, almost to himself.

"Angel?"

This tone was like a crescendo as he repeated it, slowly getting louder as he yelled through the streets of grey and many a black that was being drenched in the clear sky water.

Well, what would you have done if your best friends little sister was lost and you were supposed to be taking care of her?

Atemu was drenched in the cold, unforgiving rain, his bones were as cold as his mind weary, and even more his throat sore from calling Angels' name repeatedly.

Like a throbbing pain it was in it throat, it felt like a fire was in there every time he took in another desperate gasp for air.

Atemu went into an alley way for his next search, perhaps Angel was looking for her other friends to play with?

Something that happened a lot.

Atemu did find another one of Angels' friends, a young boy, not a single day older than the age of eleven (though the boy always claimed to be older) was right in the middle of the intimidating alleyway.

It was Devi-l, Angels' best friend forever and time.

They were no more than friends, though a lot of Angels' friends like to tease that she was Cinderella and Devi-l (which Angel just called Devi or Dev) was her handsome prince to pick her up at the royal ball and whisk her away with his timeless wit and very dashing looks.

Something that annoyed Angel so deeply that she would mindlessly hit someone in the arm if they even suggested the idea.

This was big for Angel since she hated fighting in any sense, but anger always erupted when that topic came up from anyone.

Her and Devi-l were no more or less close friends, I mean, why does everyone think when you have a friend who's the opposite gender it means you're going out?

Atemu understood her rage whenever this happened, he would have found it increasingly annoying if people thought that he and Shecka were going out. (Which a couple of people did think they would be a lovely couple, though no one ever spoke to that to him.)

Devi-l was a street kid, just as Atemu and his gang.

Though he was a single street fighter, someone who fought in arenas for food and shelter, so his body obviously reflected this.

His rough body had many cuts and bruises (though this was not death threatening in any way since Angel always got him help before that happened, though Devi-l was very reluctant to.) that showed in any light.

Even though he looked eleven, Devi-l was much stronger than what his tender years showed to the world.

He had been in intense training classes since the age of three (as he said) by older street fighters and he knew how to fight strongly.

Though he didn't know how to go out shopping, as he always wore his street fighting clothes he had worn for what seemed like over a era with its' damage on it.

His shirt was a ratty sleeveless shirt that had been ripped and was dirt infested quite badly with a rip diagonally right in the middle.

His poor excuse for jeans used to be a bright red, but had turned into a wine red as he had been wrestling around the dirt for many years before he started to fight for necessities.

In many ways he was like Cal, a tough kid from across the fence.

On Devi-ls' head there was a black and sweat drenched headband that read.

"By myself"

In soul ghost white coloured writing.

His eyes were grey and teal, though mainly grey that made a haunting look of a sort, even though he was so young in years.

While his hair was black and very messy, it was very uneven and showed even in the dimly lit alleyway.

Though that was because he got hair cuts with broken glass shards he found on the streets and in dumpsters. (An inexpensive way for you cheap men out there to get a nice hair cut, well, it's not nice…but it's cheap.)

Devi-l walked up to Atemu, Devi-ls' broad shoulders were overacting to be stronger than what they were as he shifted across the alleyway.

He knew that Atemu was taller then him, quite taller in fact, so he tried to make it seem like he was more broad then the long lost pharaoh of the Nile river and many lands.

He stopped right in front of Atemus' face; there faces were 5 inches away from each other as Devi-l questioned Atemu loudly and bluntly.

"What do YOU want, outsider!"

Unfortunately, even though Angel and Devi-l were close, Atemu and Devi-l were not on such relationship waves, or even circles for that matter.

Well, it wasn't like Atemu didn't WANT to be friends with Devi-l; it was Devi-l that didn't want to be on friendly terms with, oh what did he call him, oh yes, a 'dropout collage student without any muscles or guts'.

Aye, that's what he called him, forgive the long title but his words are not fiction.

Atemus' cover story was that he left collage and joined the small group, sure it wasn't the best plan, but what other choice did he have?

Say that he was a three thousand year old pharaoh who had just been separated from his hosts' body to live a new life?

Oh yes, that would be a most enjoyable conversation piece, by the end I believe he would be heading for the kooky house in moments of starting that conversational piece with the men in white.

Plus, no one had questioned him about his tale, probably since he was living with three girls, one that was part snake (I do suppose being able to turn into a snake through magical ways does help in many situations.), it didn't seem as weird to have a collage dropout in there mists, though many thought Atemu was a high school dropout rather then a collage one. (Mainly from his age and appearance. Even though he did look older then Yugi, he still looked like a high school teenager, perhaps in there last year)

Atemu sighed and retreated a step back, he replied in a pretending to be cool tone, though inside he was feeling as confused as a thirteen year old girl dealing with her first crush. (Though in different matters, of course)

"Hello to you too, have you seen Angel?"

Devi-l snorted in disgust as he ruffled his untamed mane of hair, yawning intentionally as he replied to the rebel pharaoh.

Devi-l always annoyed people purposely that he did not like; Angel was really the only one that he actually didn't act rude to.

But they still had fights against each other, usually when Devi-l did something extremely bold headed or just plain stupid.

Though they always made up by the end of the day, as all friends do.

"If I did why would I tell you!?"

Devi-l took another quick step to Atemu, even though the age gap between was large, Devi-l didn't care.

I mean, he DID fight people twice his age and with half the brain of himself, so he didn't flinch at Atemus' body structure and age.

Atemu sighed, this was going to turn into a fight if said the wrong thing, and Atemu did not like physically fighting with anyone, including enemies.

Plus even though Devi-l was young, he would be quite a challenge for the young ex pharaoh.

Though Devi-l was exactly the opposite, he lived for fighting, for action.

In many ways, he was the old Atemu, the one that needed adventure like a soul in a human.

Though, unlike Atemu, there was probably no end to Devi-ls' adventure bone, it was probably his mind rather then a bone.

That was mainly because Devi-l had never really had a stable life, if he wasn't into one thing; he was already head first into another.

His motto was to live life to the fullest and don't care what others think about it, because they are really just idiots in clothes.

Atemu frowned at Devi-ls' style of life, Atemu didn't like adventure like I have said before many times as much as before.

They were at quite a standstill, not one averting there gaze off the other, as if to stare them down, or to perhaps this was in fear and they were nervous that if they didn't have a lock on look onto each other, they would get punched or harmed.

Though this was probably Atemus' thoughts more so then Devi-ls'.

Or at least Devi-l was staring upwards and was hoping for Atemu to get a little shorter, which would probably never happen, but he still hoped.

There was nothing the other could do unless they started a conversation again, Atemu gulped and hoped Devi-l would understand his tale, though he wasn't going to tell the one we were all thinking of now and before, but like a page in a book.

There would be a lot of guess work for Devi-l to do.

Atemu finally decided to tell him that he just lost Angel in the huge crowds, that and nothing more my friend.

Atemu felt no need to confide in Devi-l any more than this, since he had not taken to trusting him just yet in any way.

Though Atemu was not quick to trust anyone, even after being in the puzzle.

Heck, he didn't even tell Shecka, his main confidant, that he used to be a pharaoh.

Only that he was from a far away land and that was that, though Shecka never questioned him.

Though that could perhaps be that she knew Atemu would not say anymore to the actress in the near future.

Yes, Atemu was still a secretive man, though that code in the corridors of his mind could be broken with the right combination.

Devi-l sighed and snorted at Atemu in a fashion that if Atemu did that to him, he'd be hurt right there and then.

Finally Devi-l answered much to Atemus' surprise (one of Devi-ls' personal rules and the street fighters rules was never to talk to an outsider, except Angel of course.) in an angered tone, though somewhat of a know it all tone as well.

"You idiot! I just saw her; you call yourself even a street cat!? You're barely enough to be a bum!"

Atemu ignored the insult, though inside he felt extremely annoyed at the carefree young boy.

Something he had already learnt to ignore in a heart beat after being thrown into the world alone like a lost puppy dog.

Atemu always hated the fact that Devi-l never thought for one moment that what he might be doing may be wrong.

He despised the fact that Devi-l fought for his food and life every night in dimly lit alleyways.

But most of all, he just plain disliked the fact of that much risk in life and enjoying it, Atemu could hardly understand that he had changed that much to not understand that fact, nor did he understand the fun of fighting for your life.

I suppose that is what happens when you get thrown out in the world alone.

Atemu sighed; he would have been on his best behaviour to get any information out of Devi-l, though he really didn't want to be.

Atemu calmly replied, if he was going to get anywhere with this kid, he couldn't make and stupid or foolish actions, only precise and intelligent ones as to not get a little chin music played on him.

A mistake he had made in the past that he regretted extremely, and not just with Devi-l…

The would-be Pharaoh asked where Devi-l had seen her; Devi-l told him to put another quarter in the wishing well and left with a profound smile and a mocking bounce in his step. (Or more limp)

Darn, Atemu was frustrated, he was angered, he was in rage; he was all these emotions and more infused into a furious anger.

Typical Devi-l, never help to anyone if he didn't want to be.

Atemu still wondered why Angel was a friend to that fiend of a boy, though he did not ask of her actions, but was against them extremely, and he had not a problem vocalizing them to her.

There Atemu was, in the cold dark alleyway alone, with nothing but the sounds of the sewer rats and the shade of darkness overcastting him.

Suddenly, there was a pine in Atemus' heart, a jolt in his mind, a spike in his soul.

No matter what placement of words you use, it all added up to one thing.

Atemu had a feeling where Angel was, and oh that feeling was as strong as the waves on the night of the titanic.

The fake collage dropout started running; his hair was rushing past him as he heard the city sounds from the bustling cars.

He jumped over trash cans, sprinted around dumpsters and rushed past the arrays of many colours of cars.

His feet were aching, his eyes were, and his mind was spinning.

But he didn't care; he was like a tiger hunting down its prey, not caring about anything except what was at the end, his target.

Like the red dot at the end of an arrow, like the end of a bolt of lighting.

Sweat drops were falling from his face has he saw the end of his run, the blinking light on his trail.

His heart pounded hardly against rib cage as he rain into a rather messy house, dust specks flew down as Atemu coughed hardly after accidentally inhaling quite a few of them.

The overcast of blacks had turned into many grays and dust filled browns.

He wiped his face unintentionally, as if to make sure if there was any more dust left on his nose or mouth, though he did not realise he was doing this very impulsive motion as quickly as he did.

But Atemu gasped as the dust cleared, it was not Angel standing there with her perfect smile and sweet eyes.

It was a demon from another world, or something else…