In which Ryou (Loki) and Bakura are the twin sons of fem Harry and Ba-Ku-Ra.

She knew she didn't have much time. The pharaoh's inner court was already hunting her down not only because she had helped him in his attempts to put the Items to rest, but also because she carried his bloodline.

She had found the ritual room shortly after learning she was pregnant. It had taken her some time to discover it's purpose, but when she did the ramifications were staggering.

The activation of the ritual required a large amount of magic. Something her husband had helped supply thanks to a few amulets they had found that he had 'charged' with his own natural store of magical power to insure at least one of them could safely make the trip.

Considering what the ritual did, it made perfect sense that it required a large source of magic to activate. Time travel was finicky enough!

Coughing up blood, she knew she had limited time to reach the ritual site and activate it. It was her only chance, as the pharaoh's court would have her head simply for carrying the bloodline.

Enough blood had been spilled this night.

She felt an arrow reach her shoulder. It took some effort, but she was able to remove it while activating the door. She would be unable to remove the stone before the limited air in the room ran out, but she knew they were too close if they had been able to hit her from this distance. Or they had gotten lucky.

She didn't bother to awaken the torches...it would eat up the limited air she had, and she was used to wandering around without them. Besides, she had become so intimately familiar with the route she was taking that they were unnecessary.

The moment she crossed the threshold, her blood quickened. She had little time left, as the arrow wound was bleeding profusely. She was lucky they had hit a nonfatal area away from her womb.

The amulets that her beloved had placed his magic into began to glow, illuminating the room. She began to chant in a low, hypnotic tone. The amulets glowed brighter, as magic began to fill the air.

She could hear the sound of the rock being attacked. The mages outside likely sensed the ritual she was awakening, and wanted to stop it before it was completed.

They reached her far too late to stop anything. She had a triumphant smile as she shouted the last part of the incantation, throwing the expensive crystal she had been using to channel her magic into and had been using as a focus since arriving in these lands on the ground. It shattered into countless pieces, the magic all pouring out in a torrent of power.

A pity really, but the crystal had served it's purpose and she had planned to upgrade once the children were out anyway.

She didn't pay attention to the sounds of alarm from the mages. There was no way to interrupt the ritual, and it had created a shield around the halfway point. Whoever had designed this room wasn't an idiot, after all.

With a blinding flash of light, she was gone.

The second someone registered a heavily pregnant woman wearing odd clothing and bleeding profusely, she was bundled up and driven to the nearest clinic.

It took ten long, painful hours but she was able to deliver her sons safely into the world. But not before passing out from blood loss and exhaustion.

When she woke up again, she felt far better. Closer inspection revealed an IV in her arm, and a drip going with what appeared to be antibiotics. Hearing the sounds of something moving, she turned her head towards the source. Her heart melted at the sight of the tiny infants in bassinets, sleeping peacefully under their blankets.

Soon after she woke, a doctor came in. It took a few moments to figure out she spoke English and not the local dialect.

"So miss..."

"Rose," she replied. "My name is Rose."

"Miss Rose. Do you have any idea where you are?"

"I'm assuming Egypt, but I can't be too certain of that. As for the date...well, that's anyone's guess."

"It's October the twenty-fourth, at ten in the morning," said the doctor. "As for your sons...they are both healthy. From the reports I was given, you passed out once the children were born."

"Sounds about right. Those bastards might not have hit me with a fatal shot, but they still managed to get me in an area that made my already difficult pregnancy even more problematic from blood loss."

The doctor nodded.

"Where is the children's father, may I ask?"

"Dead. My husband got in the way of the people who were shooting at me, and that was the last I saw of him. With how many guns they had and how narrow that corridor was..."

The doctor's face turned sympathetic. To be fair, her lover had married her in the customs of his people before she had become pregnant, because he knew his mother would have wanted it that way.

Rose leaned back and was openly glad she had been found by mundanes. Having to deal with magicals right now would be entirely too nerve-wracking, especially if they found out who she was. However dealing with the mundane community was slightly easier, even if she couldn't explain how she had gotten in the country to begin with.

Then again, with her family history she could probably lie and say Vernon attempted to sell her off or something equally likely.

It took her all of half an hour to find an...appropriate...group that already had several families against them regarding human trafficking involving young women about her age who fell for their nonsense before finding out the hard way what a horrible, horrible idea that was. She was also smart enough to basically fry the computer with her magic to avoid anyone looking up her search history.

While dealing with the cops was difficult, she was able to maintain a straight face despite spouting almost a hundred percent bullshit about what happened to her. While she was vague on certain details, she had given the Interpol agents enough details to pin Vernon with some major crimes, and hinted at him using his position in Grunnings to launder money for less than savory groups.

The funny thing was that she was pretty sure he already was laundering money, just not for terrorist groups. With how much he hated having her around, and his general attitude towards 'foreigners', he wasn't likely to win any brownie points when the agents came calling.

She probably earned a few raised eyebrows when she told them their best bet was to make as big a production as possible, if only so Vernon didn't have a chance to hide the evidence. A few cryptic hints about the cupboard under the stairs would be enough to kick start an overdue investigation towards their crappy treatment of her anyway.

She did not want to return to England or the UK. Egypt was also out of the question.

She knew she had to learn how to properly care for her sons, and get a real education since most mundanes would look askance at her on principle for being a single mother under the age of twenty.

This was going to be a long couple of years.

Sixteen years later...

He was in a foul mood, and who could blame him? His idiot younger twin had taken the artifact that their mother had warned them against and run off with it. And the only reason that he had been able to track him down was because he happened to see his twin on live television!

Their surrogate uncle had been surprised to get that call from him asking where Loki had disappeared to after the tournament.

Which had lead him to Domino, and it had taken him an hour to deal with those cheap minions trying to duel him just to reach the final stage.

Eventually he gave up, hypnotized one of the crew members and simply hid on the ship until it was time to leave.

Seeing Loki duel was fun, but did not make up for the fact he disappeared for almost a year without letting their mother know where he was!

Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Loki was in so much trouble once this ridiculous tournament was over.

He did his best to hide his annoyance with his twin. Especially when he found the blasted Ring on the dueling arena on the top deck, having fallen off for whatever reason during the duel.

It was bad enough that there were not one, not two, but three other holders of the Millennium Items on the ship.

He was rather pissed about the whole thing. So it was a relief when the tournament ended and the pharaoh's apparent reincarnation managed to deal with the idiot who had the Millennium Rod.

When the Pharaoh's incarnation saw him, he froze in shock and fear.

"Bakura!" he yelped in surprise.

He frowned. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Bloody hell, don't tell me that damn idiot stole my identity again?"

That...made the others pause.

Bakura lifted up the Ring and concentrated on his twin. It didn't take much for the artifact to lead him straight to where his twin was. He pulled out his phone, went to his contacts and dialed a number he knew by heart.

He opened up the door, made sure to hide his phone from view, before calmly stalking up to the teen on the floor polishing off some donuts.

"You little shit...did you think you'd hide forever?" he growled. "And why the hell are you stealing my identity again?!"

The teen yelped, turned partially to see who had his ear, and paled considerably.

"Bakura!"

"Loki, you are in so much trouble!"

"...Who's Loki?" asked a taller blonde teen who reminded Bakura of a stray dog.

Bakura glared at his twin brother, who was rubbing his ear.

"How did you find me anyway?"

"You were on live TV dumbass! Uncle Pegasus was all too happy to supply your current whereabouts when I asked!"

"Uncle Pegasus?" said the girl, in disbelief.

"And what the hell were you thinking, stealing the damn Ring? You know how mother feels about the Items! What our father went through because of them!" growled Bakura.

His twin winced.

"Mom doesn't know you found me, does she?"

"Ask her yourself, dumbass," said Bakura, shoving the phone at him.

His twin paled, as he calmly took the phone.

Whoever was on the other end did not yell...which apparently was more terrifying because he began to wince.

"I'm confused," said the blonde.

Bakura sighed and looked utterly done with his twin.

"This idiot is my younger twin brother Loki Black. Our mother managed to acquire an artifact known as the Millennium Ring, which is part of a set of seven that she and our father tried to put to rest once and for all because of how they were made. This idiot thought it was a brilliant idea to put the damn thing on and scarpered over a year ago. If it wasn't for the Duelist Kingdom being put on live television, it would have taken us ages to find him."

The girl raised a hand.

"What was that about 'uncle Pegasus'?" she asked.

"Pegasus rents that island of his from our mother. He considers us surrogate nephews, since our mother is also a major investor in his company and helped him refine the game he made," said Bakura tiredly. "Mother was very, very unhappy with this idiot for leaving like he did without telling us."

Ryou, or rather Loki ended the call.

Bakura accepted his phone back and looked smug.

"Well?"

"Mother said she's heading to Japan, and that I am grounded for at least two months," said Loki with a wince.

"I should hope so! Do you have any idea how annoying it is when everyone expects me to be the bad twin, when it's really you?" complained Bakura.

Loki looked smug at that.

"How is it my fault that no one suspects the mild mannered one, while the grumpy one with a tsundere streak is perceived to be the evil one?"

Bakura merely grumbled while swearing in different languages. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and slapped it on his twin's wrist.

Loki looked annoyed with his twin.

"The tether, really?"

"You disappeared for a bloody year without giving us any notice. Be glad I don't intend to follow you into the loo until mother arrives," snarked Bakura.

The others...were just plain confused by this point.