It's been a rough week for the fandom. Rest well Kazuki Takahashi. You inspired many to be true to themselves. You helped many to create bonds that will last for decades to come. You will forever hold a place in our hearts.

Kat sat patiently on the end of the bed, waiting for Atem to finish with his shower. She had raided both Imhotep and Mkhai's wardrobes for something that she felt was befitting a revived Pharaoh, but had been limited in her options seeing as they both dressed in similar styles.

"What is taking him so long?" she muttered irritably to herself. She had one leg crossed over the other, with the one underneath beginning to bounce up and down as she started to grow impatient. The water in the shower ceased its flow, drawing her attention back to the bath chamber entrance.

Atem casually walked out, drying his hair, stopping as he noticed his former wife staring at him with her arms folded across her chest...again. "Now what?" he asked, thinking she was upset with him about...gods only knew anymore.

"Are you done pampering yourself? We have a lot to do today, and not a lot of time to do it. Marik has to be back to Domino before it gets too late there. He has school in the morning," Kat said in a chastising manner.

"So then you two go and do whatever. I'm sure I'll manage to live another day or two wearing my old attire," Atem said boredly, going back to drying his hair. He couldn't care less if he had clothing for this era or not. He had no intention of going out and about anytime soon. He had no reason to.

Kat groaned and placed her hands over her face, dragging them down in irritation. "I'm not giving you a choice. Mkhai has been up all night creating documentation for you." She grabbed a manila folder from behind where she sat, opening it and revealing everything he needed in the modern era from a birth certificate and passport, to school records and job performance reviews. "Congrats. You're now Atem Sennen, Co-president of Shen Global. Seto Kaiba is eager to meet the new face of our company," she said with false enthusiasm, forcing an obviously fake smile.

Atem's face fell. "Why do you hate me?" he asked with irritated sarcasm.

Kat held her hands up. "Wasn't my idea. Blame the nerd."

"I bet," he scoffed.

Kat picked up the clothing she had hunted down, tossing them at him. "If it were up to me, I would give you the whole company. I have no interest in it. It's just something to hide behind."

Atem caught the clothing that had been thrown at him. He held out the shirt, then gave Kat a look that asked 'Really?'.

"I didn't have a lot to work with. Best I could do is borrow one of Mkhai's shirts from the 80's and a pair of Imhotep's jeans. I also brought a pair of Im's converse sneakers. I'm hoping they fit. You two are very similar in body structure, but that doesn't mean everything is the same."

Atem looked back at the dark blue silk button down. At least the material wasn't scratchy. He placed the clothing on the foot of the bed, finished drying his body, then set to getting dressed.

"Can I ask you something?" Atem had a few questions burning in the back of his mind, and he preferred to fill the awkwardness between them with idle chat while getting some answers.

Kat sighed. "What?"

"Why Yugi and Imhotep?"

"Can you elaborate?"

"Why did you choose those names?" Atem questioned.

Kat leaned forward, resting her elbow on a knee and chin in her palm. "I would think Yugi would be obvious. As far as Imhotep, I was impressed with Djoser's chief advisor. Through a lifetime of hard work and study, he rose from being nothing more than a simple man to being viewed on the same level as the Gods themselves."

"So you chose one name to mock my panicked screw up, and one based off the fact that you were impressed by the feats of a mortal man. Got it," Atem said unenthusiastically.

"I didn't choose 'Yugi' to mock you," Kat said defensibly. "I chose it because it held multiple meanings to me."

"Like what? Were you impressed at how badly I fumbled and was unable to say either Yusef or Gyasi, so instead I blurted out both simultaneously and created something that ended up sounding like 'Yugi'?"

"I liked the fact that you didn't try to correct yourself because you were trying not to make me feel bad about my own name. I also liked that millennia later it meant something special in another tongue. I thought you would appreciate the thought, not accuse me of trying to mock you," Kat said, scowling.

Atem finished buttoning the shirt, then sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I always cringed when you called me that. It reminded me repeatedly of my screw-up. But you're right, I didn't try to change it because of how you felt towards it. I don't know why, but I always felt I had to work hard to impress you. Once I elevated you as my favored, you didn't look at me in awe like everyone else did. You were honest in how you felt towards me. If I did something stupid, you eagerly pointed it out. If I upset you, once again, you eagerly pointed it out. I never had to worry about that with anyone else. I could say and do whatever I wanted, and no one would correct me if I was in the wrong."

"Which was why you chose me to be the one to stand beside you," Kat added.

Atem nodded. "If I could go back, I still wouldn't change that decision...but I would change trying to hide my relationship with Set from you. I was afraid you would see me differently...or worse...that you would become angry and want nothing to do with me. After we wed, it seemed as though things changed between us. You were always upset with me over something I had said or done."

"I don't think it was getting married that changed things between us. It was a partial factor, but not the main one. I think we both changed in the couple years I was away. We were married not even a month after I returned. We both still remembered someone else. In those times we were considered adults, but seeing things from a modern perspective, it's obvious we were still children. We were dealing not only with the weight of ruling a kingdom, but with the changes our bodies and minds were going through as well." Kat stated in earnest. "Honestly, if I could go back and change things, I would say 'no' to becoming your wife and Queen. I would rather have my old friend back," she said dejectedly.

"I'm trying, but I think I've forgotten how to be that person. I've spent so long as 'Pharaoh', that I'm not sure how to be anyone else."

Kat looked towards Atem for a brief second, then smiled. "How about we start with fixing how plain you look? The Atem I know isn't one for going out in public without looking his best." She rose and walked over to where all the jewelry boxes were located and began rummaging through them.

Atem couldn't help but smirk fondly. "You always did enjoy this part."

"Hm? What part?"

"Dressing me up like I'm some sort of doll or something."

"I'm a girl. I might not be like most girls, but I do enjoy getting dressed up. Sadly I don't get along with many other girls, so I don't get to do this with anyone else. You've always seemed to enjoy it. I know Kura doesn't mind, but he prefers to do it himself. He's like you and can't stand going out in public looking anything but his best. I tried with Mal, but he wouldn't have it."

Atem chuckled. "Maybe you should have asked Meskhenet for a daughter."

"I didn't get to choose. I didn't even get to speak with her. Anubis did all the work in that area. Not sure what he offered her, but it paid off in the end. She was kind enough to allow Kura and Mal to have heirs as well. Not sure why? Maybe she didn't want our children to feel alone in what they are?"

"Malik has an heir?" Atem asked, a bit puzzled.

"Yeah. He's my boyfriend," Kat replied casually.

Atem's mind came crashing to a halt.

"Don't let Malik hear you say that," Marik stated, leaning in the doorway. "It's still a topic he tries to avoid." He pushed off and walked across to where his girlfriend was, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He'd decided to wear his Battle City attire since Kat had mentioned she liked it. "I see you're still helping him get ready. Is he not capable of doing it on his own?"

Kat smiled, still rummaging through the boxes. "What? Am I not allowed to make sure that those I keep company with look nice? I see Mal gave you back your gold," she stated, referring to his earrings being changed back from the silver they had temporarily been.

"He looks fine. Forget the jewelry. Bakura is out in the main room complaining about how long the two of you are taking."

Kat grabbed the rings she had set off to the side, removing herself from Marik's embrace and walking over to give them to Atem. "If you think for one second I am going to let him step foot in Rome looking anything short of the King he is, think again. I have a reputation to uphold."

Atem took the rings offered, looked at them for a moment, then handed them back. "I am no King. Not anymore." The conversation with himself in the circle of black flame had come back to him, and he had decided the best way to better himself was to stop thinking of himself as Pharaoh. He needed to start thinking of himself as Atem. Not the Atem he had been, but the Atem he wanted to become.

Kat glanced at the rings he had placed back into her hand, then glanced towards her former husband in confusion. She furled her brow, then irritably jerked one of Atem's hands towards herself and began forcibly placing the rings on his fingers while he stared in mild surprise.

"Um...I'm not certain if you're mad, or…" Atem puzzled.

Kat fumbled with one of the rings, then threw it and the others she still held to the floor while making a sound of frustration. She then turned sharply and marched out of the room, the echo of her heels tapping harshly as she proceeded down towards the main area.

Both Atem and Marik stared towards the room's exit in confusion.

"Did I miss something while I was gone?" Marik puzzled.

"If you did, then so did I," Atem replied, just as puzzled. He bent down and picked up the rings Kat had thrown, placing them on the fingers they had been chosen for. He then made his way towards the boxes, rummaging through until he found a pair of simple earrings, a pair of his gold cuffs, and a thin gold neck chain. "I guess if it means that much to her, might as well go all out." He opened one of her jewelry boxes and selected a thin gold chain that was meant to hang around her waist and handed it to Marik.

"What's this?"

"A peace offering. You should suggest that she wear it. Tell her it completes the outfit," Atem replied casually.

Marik narrowed his eyes, wary of the Pharaoh's motives. "You...are helping me...to what? Help put her back into a good mood?"

"Something along those lines."

"Why?"

Atem placed both his palms down on the table before him, leaning tiredly into them while releasing a held breath. "Because I am slowly seeing where everything went wrong. I was so afraid of losing the woman I cared for that I held on too tightly. I need to let go, and to do that I need to make sure that there will be someone else there to catch her should she inadvertently fall."

Marik eyed the Pharaoh suspiciously. "And you're choosing me?"

Atem raised his head, looking Marik in the eye. "I'm choosing someone who has already proven they are not afraid to catch her, regardless if she becomes upset about it. You witnessed first-hand as she took on Anubis, you have seen the strength she possesses. Despite this, you tried to protect her from someone she could have easily picked up and tossed aside with one hand."

"I still can't believe you survived treating her like that." Marik stated bitterly.

"Looking back, I can't believe it either. Although, my encounter with Bakura this morning is the closest I want to get to the Afterlife anytime soon," Atem said, still in slight shock that he wasn't already standing before Judgment. Recalling the reason he wasn't caused a small tinge of pink to flush across his cheeks.

"That was disturbing enough to hear. I couldn't believe how little it appeared to bother Kat." Marik stated, referring to the events of the night prior.

Atem sighed irritably. "Perhaps when I asked her to be my Queen, instead of promising I wouldn't have a harem at all, I should have instead offered to make her the only female. It seems as though that would have solved at least half the problems between us."

"That's an image I'll never get out of my head," Marik stated dryly. He had unwillingly pictured Atem in his Pharaonic attire surrounded by boys his age decked out in nothing more than gold jewelry and body paint, swooning and pawing at their Pharaoh for his affections.

"You think I enjoyed the image conjured up of you and my former wife rolling around in my bed," Atem replied irritably. He had seen the messed up sheets when he had first entered to take his shower, the image instantly playing in his mind before he could stop it.

"For the record, there was no 'rolling' involved. Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it, but things got...a bit out of hand. I spent more time sleeping than anything."

Atem grumbled. "A bit out of hand? Let me guess, she got carried away with her biting and clawing."

"Claws, they hurt going in...but apparently I'm into that shit. Who knew?" Marik said with a shrug. "Biting on the other hand, I didn't mind it until I realized the purpose of her fangs."

Atem paled slightly. He'd complained about the biting and scratching, but now he realized he got off easy. "I forgot she had actual claws and fangs now. That must have been...interesting."

"Like I said, I recently discovered I'm into the pain associated with them. The blood drinking however, not a fan. Still makes me a bit sick to think about," he stated, holding his hand over his stomach as it began to churn.

Atem raised a curious brow. "She actually dra-"

"Stop! Don't...say it. I'd much rather not think about that part," Marik interrupted.

Atem noticed how pale Marik had suddenly appeared. "How about we go make sure she's okay," he suggested, trying to change the topic before the Tomb Keeper lost the contents of his stomach.

Marik nodded in agreement, following Atem out the door.

Bakura was grateful to see Atem and Marik. He was at a loss on what to do with the tiny elemental sitting outside balling her eyes out.

"Tomb Keeper, go out there and work your magic! Do whatever it is you do, just get her to stop crying!" he said both panicked and baffled.

"What did you say to her?!" Marik asked in accusation.

"Nothing! Well...I guess not 'nothing'. I just said she would look nice with her hair up. Then she ran off, balling her eyes out!"

Atem and Marik looked at one another, both confused. "I take it that mood swings aren't 'normal' for her?" Marik questioned.

"Mood swings? Tomb Keeper, I can handle 'mood swings'. This is something else. She's acting odd...even by her standards." Bakura stated.

Marik sighed, wondering if his girlfriend was still harboring feelings of resentment towards the bargain he had made. He made his way to a bench out in the garden where Kat sat leaning forward, sobbing into her palms.

"Are you...okay? Are you still upset over the fact that I made a deal and can't tell you the details of it?" he asked cautiously.

Kat's crying slowed as she raised her head. She scowled bitterly then began screaming at him. "Am I not allowed to have a fucking break down! I don't know why I'm having one either! Maybe it's because nothing is going right this morning! I find out you made a fucking deal with my Isfet, Atem's suddenly developed a conscience and doesn't want my help, and now Kura's pissed that I haven't been wearing my Ankh after I made such a big deal about it the other day!"

Bakura warily approached from behind the Tomb Keeper. "Calm down there Evil Knievel. I never even brought up the Ankh. You don't want to wear it, that's on you. I just suggested wearing your hair up. You could have said you didn't feel like it and I would have left it at that."

Marik sat down next to his girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her. "So you are still upset about the bargain."

"Of course I am! But there's nothing I can do about it!" She began to sob into her fists again.

"Habibty, I am sorry. I really am. But it's done. When the deal expires, I promise to tell you everything."

Kat's tears slowed again. "Expires?"

Marik nodded. "It's only for a short period. Not even a year."

"How long exactly?" Kat asked, sniffling.

Marik was about to say, but apparently the exact duration wasn't something the serpent wanted known. "I can't tell you that. But it is definitely less than a year. That's not that long, even for someone like me."

"If you say so," Kat said quietly, drying the remainder of her tears. Seeing that she had finally calmed, Atem felt it was safe to approach. Kat looked towards him, then looked away. "I get it. Since I don't want to be with you, there's no point in helping you get ready for the day anymore," she said sadly.

"That wasn't the reason I refused my rings. I've simply realized a lot of things I need to change about myself. To do that, I need to stop thinking of myself as a Pharaoh. But if you still wish to help me get ready each morning, then I'll gladly let you. I actually don't mind it," Atem replied.

"You sure?" Kat asked, feeling slightly doubtful of his sincerity.

Marik remembered the chain Atem had given him. "I think he means it. He picked this out for you. He said I should tell you that it completes your outfit," he stated, holding out the thin golden chain.

Kat appeared to perk up, taking the chain. She suddenly smiled excitedly, standing quickly while rushing off.

"Um...okay?" Marik puzzled, extremely perplexed.

Kat returned a few moments later, the chain threaded through the belt-loops of her jeans, the extra length dangling down the side of her leg. She was also wearing the red bolero, instead of just carrying it around. She spun, as if showing off her outfit. The puzzled group noticed that her hair was now up in its usual bun and cascading ponytail, a small golden Ankh pendant with a ruby gem in its crook, wrapped around and dangling below the bun. Out of the three, Marik noticed another addition to her outfit: she'd put on a pair of earrings similar to his.

"So, how's this?" she asked excitedly.

Marik walked over, placing one hand around her waist, and lightly flicking one of her earrings with his other. "Beautiful as always." He leaned down and placed a light peck on her lips, enjoying the fact that he didn't have to bend down nearly as far because of the added height from her stilettos.

Kat embraced him tightly. "Sorry I overreacted. Don't know what came over me. It was as if suddenly everything was a massive inconvenience."

"You've got a lot going on. Everything you had planned to do over a couple of weeks you suddenly feel like you have to get done in less than a day. I know you really wanted to do this today, but maybe we should put this off until the weekend." Marik stated.

Kat shook her head. "No, it needs to be done before then. Mkhai already has meetings scheduled for Atem."

"Then since you're worried about me being out too late, maybe you should go without me. I can wait and go with you another day."

Kat hung her head dejectedly. "But I originally set this up to spend time with you."

"We have lots of time Habibty. Go. I'll have Malik take me back to Domino. I have at least a days-worth of assignments that I still haven't even touched, plus whatever I missed today."

"But-"

"Go Habibty. I don't want to be the one holding you back from what you need to get done," Marik interrupted.

Kat thought for a moment. "What if you just join us for a few hours? I can have either Mal or Kura take you back when it starts getting late," she suggested.

Marik sighed in defeat. "Alright...but only because I like to be spoiled," he said with a playful smirk.

Kat's eyes glittered in excitement as she enthusiastically wrapped her boyfriend in a rib-crushing embrace.

"Habibty...I still need to be able to breathe!" he squeaked out.

She quickly released him, shrinking in embarrassment. "Whoops...sorry…"

Bakura walked over, placing his hand on top of her head while leaning in, slightly annoyed. "Now that you're done acting strange, can we get going?"

Kat glanced unenthusiastically towards the pale elemental. "No. We're still waiting on Mal," she stated bluntly.

Bakura groaned in annoyance, then shouted towards the Ishtari's quarters. "Get out here you big oaf! I haven't got all day!"

Malik approached from the main area, wearing an identical getup from the day at the park. "No need for name calling. I'm right here," he stated irritably. "Don't even know why we're leaving so early. Nothing will be open for a few more hours."

Bakura groaned again. "Because...it's fucking Rome...and I know we can't just show up there after nearly a decade-and-a-half without visiting the fucking Colosseum. I thought that would have been obvious. Unless you want to visit after it's open to the public?"

The Ishtari appeared to perk up at the mentioning of the ancient Roman landmark. "Well why didn't you say so? And here I thought it was just going to be another of your luxury trips."

Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance, then looked down at the tiny elemental. "You're bringing him along because…?"

Kat suddenly appeared sad again. "Because the three of us haven't done anything together in decades. Didn't realize it would be so burdensome to everyone…"

The pale elemental panicked a bit. "W-wait...I wasn't insinuating it was a burden to anyone! A-and I'm sure Mal doesn't think it's a burden! Right?"

Malik grabbed Bakura by the back of his collar, pulling him away from where he stood next to the flame elemental. "Why is she getting upset so easily? What did you do?" he accused the pale elemental.

"What?! I didn't do anything! She's been like this all morning!" Bakura said defensibly.

"Because you must have said or done something. Did you try to kill the Pharaoh after everything she's gone through to revive him?"

Bakura's face fell. "Well…maybe? But he deserved it!" he argued feebly.

Malik scowled, getting ready to reprimand the pale elemental for upsetting his Ka-ib, but paused and looked skyward, dropping the other elemental instead. "Katrina, get Marik and Atem out of here," he ordered, his voice a mixture of worry and cautioning.

Kat didn't question, quickly taking her boyfriend and former husband by the hand and leading them back towards the palace. They hadn't made it far when they were all blinded by a bright flash of light. To both Marik and Atem, it felt like the sun had exploded in their faces. When they could see again, they saw Malik holding a golden spear by its shaft, the point only centimeters from his face. At the other end was a male entity dressed entirely in golden Pharaonic attire sans crown, with a golden falcon mask similar to the one Judgment wore only slightly more elaborate. Even his skin appeared to be a mixture of bronze and gold, with pale-gold trailing from the top of his head down to the middle of his back. The entity forcefully ripped the spear from the single hand of the Ishtari that had caught it, leaping back and out of his reach.

"Attacking another within their sanctuary is forbidden!" Malik shouted angrily toward the entity.

"Not when I am simply retrieving what was stolen from me," the entity replied, his voice sounding smoky and slightly adenoidal.

A low growl of warning erupted from deep within the earth elemental. "There is nothing that belongs to you here."

"Ah, but there is. I just have to get rid of you to retrieve it," replied the entity.

This provoked another low growl from Malik. "You have tried many times….and failed. This time will be no different."

"I managed to finally do away with the Akkadian insect, which means it's possible to eliminate you."

Bakura stepped forward, smirking in amusement. "Think again. The 'Akkadian insect' still stands."

The entity appeared surprised. "How?!" He lunged towards the pale elemental, swinging low with his spear, causing Bakura to fall over backwards as he tried to avoid the attack. The entity took the advantage, placing a golden sandal on Bakura's chest and raising his spear high, bringing it down through the elemental's chest repeatedly. "How...many...times...must I...kill you! Just die already!" he shouted in annoyance, bringing his spear down each time between words.

Bakura caught the spear during one of its repeated downward thrusts, keeping it from piercing his chest again and shoving back, causing the entity to stumble backwards a few steps. The pale elemental rose to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood then wiping away what remained near his mouth with the back of his hand. He smirked devilishly, taunting the entity. "Like you said. I'm an insect. A pesky little cockroach. Not even the power of a thousand suns can destroy me."

The entity shook in frustration. "Where is my Winged Dragon!? I saw the Tormentor make its way to its master. The Akkadian insect already has a powerful Ka, it would not go to him. YOU…" he pointed his spear outwards towards Malik. "...you had no body. It would not have returned to you in the sorry state you had been left in. So...I'll ask once more: Where. Is. My. Dragon?"

Marik gasped, having realized who the entity was...and because he knew the exact whereabouts of the Ka he sought.

The sharp inhale caught the attention of the golden entity. He turned his gaze towards the Tomb Keeper, appearing surprised. The entity tilted his head in curiosity, then removed his mask and attached it to his side in the same manner as Anubis. He stared in disgust as he redirected his spear, pointing it towards the smaller Ishtar. "What is that?"

Marik's eyes went wide seeing the face of Ra. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing himself. Both he and Ra's physical appearance were exactly the same. It wasn't like with Malik where there were small distinguishable differences. Marik knew there were only two differences between him and the god, one being their voice and the other being that he was certain Ra didn't have a brand carved into his back.

Another warning growl erupted from Malik as his eyes veined. He rushed to obscure the view between the deity and the Tomb Keeper. "The boy is no threat to you. Your Dragon isn't here. Now leave."

"I see my little cockroaches have found a way to procreate. Tell me: How is it you managed to hide that creature from me?" Ra questioned, his voice full of disdain.

Malik's claws extended as he shook with rage, trying his best to not shift.

Ra smirked devilishly towards the Ishtari's reaction. "I see now. So that is the reason you wished to usurp me."

"Enough talk! I'll say it again: Your Dragon isn't here! Leave!" Malik shouted bitterly.

Ra's smirk turned to a dark grin. "I tried, you know. I showed you the path, directed you down it. But those accursed relics were a bit more unpredictable than I had expected. No wonder the Akkadian insect always kept one close."

Both Malik and Bakura's eyes widened in surprise. Bakura was the first to snap out of his shock. "Don't listen to him. He's just spewing nonsense."

"Am I?" Ra taunted. "It wasn't that hard. The lion's mind has always been fractured. He's always been weak and useless. He is a failure. He wasn't there when his Pharaoh was murdered. He stood by and did nothing as his Queen was executed. Then he wonders why I see nothing but a worthless mistake. You showed promise in your youth, little lion, but your infatuation with the Daughter of Anubis proved to be your downfall. It was because of her that you have become nothing more than a broken thing, and I despise imperfection."

"Shut up! Mal, don't listen to a word he says!" Bakura shouted bitterly, baring his own claws and fangs towards Ra.

"I'm not stupid, Runt! I don't need you to remind me of how he likes to get into our heads," Malik growled, grasping the side of his head as he still fought his shift.

Ra gave a devious glare towards the Ishtari. "Your shifting appears to cause you a great deal of pain. Seeing as I am a compassionate sire, I'll be kind and help end your suffering." He leapt towards Malik, grasping at the wesekh around the Ishtari's neck and ripping it away, keeping it firmly in his grasp as he leapt away.

Malik screamed in agony as he fell to his knees while grasping both sides of his head.

"Now little lion, show the world the beast you truly are!" Ra commanded loudly.

The Ishtari ceased his screaming as his body shifted and enlarged into its full Godaeshan form. The beast rose, staring mindlessly as it awaited its next command.

Ra grinned darkly. "Now my pet, destroy that abomination!" he ordered, directing Malik towards the Tomb Keeper with the point of his spear.

I was going to put this in the pre-chapter notes, but our beloved creator deserves that spot all to himself.

When I first saw The Pyramid of Light movie, I loved the idea of Anubis being the bad guy, even though he wasn't the Anubis in the movie. It got me to thinking, what if the gods weren't as benevolent as people always believed? Queue my OC rewrite and becoming the Daughter of Anubis. Eventually I ended up making Malik and Bakura the unwanted bastard children of Ra. I had seen a fanart years ago with Marik in golden Pharaonic attire (no mask), with a little fluffy 'Winged Dragon of Ra' griffon perched on his shoulder. He looked like a god with a superiority complex. The Winged Dragon has a phoenix mode. Guess who I have been trying to get a Phoenix mount from for years in World of Warcraft? That's right, Kael'thas Sunstrider...who has a massive superiority complex.

So what does this mean? It means I picture Ra as looking like Marik, but with the voice of Kael'thas. The voice fits perfectly. Honestly, Battle City Marik has the same level of cockiness as Kael'thas, so it's not hard to picture.

Final note, just before learning of Takahashi's death, I found myself in a fairly dark place mentally and began writing what was supposed to be a dark Dead Dove, but ended up as a hurt/comfort instead called 'Crazy for You'. It has a somewhat cheesy ending, but I still enjoyed writing it. It was an old bunny that had been floating around since the early days of FFN that finally came in for harvest. It's very centric around Kat and Bakura, but I love it no less.