Author's Note: Don't worry, this is (probably) going to be the last time I stall y'all (s'cuse me, Southern accent slipping through) from reading onwards, so no more author's notes (again, probably). Well, I think I'm getting the hang of things, so as per the request of the TWO NEW REVIEWS I ALREADY GOT :D! Thank you both so much, you two! I am posting the second/first chapter. Enjoy!

BTW, anyone who wants to post ideas for whom they'd like to do my disclaimer (I'm talking about characters, obviously,) please feel free to do so, as well as anything you'd want them to say. Of course, keep it clean and at the most PG-13; we do have young'uns on this site now and then.

Disclaimer:

Pegasus: Ooh, what a delightful little story. A pity I won't have any part in it...we could have such fun! Ah, well, better get on with my contract...RobinNightingale does not own any part of Yugioh...nor me...

Chapter 1: Discovered in the Dust

Professor Keichi thought he'd found it. The final location, the pinpointed spot of the unique power surge he detected a few months ago. He had his trusty gut-feeling, the one that tugged at his naval and sent a chill down his spine from the top of his head to his toes. This was the spot. He was sure of it.

Just like the last fifty places he'd been positive about.

Keichi groaned. Idiot, there's clearly nothing here, the reasonable part of his brain scolded. You're just wasting your time, again.

But he would not believe it. He couldn't believe it. The readings had been too strong, the indications too clear, for this not to be the place.

A light wind picked up, sending plumes of dust swirling at his feet. He surveyed the desolate rubble that was once the building of Paradius, an unknown corporation that had recently collapsed for no explained reason. Eyes squinting in the rapidly growing shadows, he kicked moodily at the crumbling concrete and plaster.

It was nearing sundown, the construction committees assigned for clean-up had packed up and gone home for the day, and he had spent the last hour and half searching the mess for…what? He didn't know. All he knew was what his readings had told him, and even they were less than helpful at the moment.

Keichi sighed, and ran his fingers through his long, light-blue hair. It was hopeless. There was clearly nothing to see. He had been so sure he'd find something. But once again his instincts had been wasted.

His hand gripped the hair on the back of his head. Then, with a yell of frustration, he suddenly kicked out at the nearest debris.

It hurt, bad, and Keichi spent the next couple of minutes cursing under his breath and squeezing his foot tightly to relieve the pain. It didn't work, so he limped to the nearest section of rubble and sat down, massaging his toes. He was sure he'd broken something. Just another thing to add to his pile of troubles.

A modicum of depression now replaced his anger. If he didn't find anything here, he might as well give up. All that research, all that money, and it ended once again with him being a laughingstock. He closed his eyes and put his head in his palms.

What am I going to do?

Then a voice spoke.

I'm here.

Keichi sat up abruptly. The voice sounded like it was right next to his ear, and yet he could see no one.

"Great, now I'm imagining things," he muttered to himself.

Here.

Keichi stood. "Who is that?" he shouted. No one answered.

Then a glimmer caught his eye. He looked towards it, and saw, just barely, something reflecting the sunlight straight at him. It was partly buried beneath a clutter of concrete, and yet it shone brightly as if the sun were directly upon it. Mesmerized, Keichi stepped towards it.

Probably just some glass or something, he thought, but somehow the idea didn't seem to fit. This was something else, he was sure of it. He stopped just in front of it, and bent for a better look. Almost without realizing, Keichi withdrew the pair of tweezers he always kept on himself and kneeled down to pick it up.

It was an extremely tiny piece of stone, and Keichi wondered how he could have singled it out at all. Its surface was shiny and smooth and, when he brought it closer, showed to be a gentle color of blue-green. He had never seen such a stone in his life. The sunlight danced across its surface, and he stared at it, hypnotized. It was incredibly beautiful. And for a crazy moment, Keichi wondered if this was where the voice had come from.

This is it, Keichi, a voice whispered to him in the back of his mind, and he knew in his gut this was no trick. You found it at last.

Until his dying day, Keichi would never realize that the voice that whispered to him was not his own. As Keichi carefully put the stone in a plastic bag, he missed the gleeful chuckle of the Leviathan as it stirred within the last fragment of the Orichalcos.

Marik: Bakura, did you buy any cucumbers? Apparantly you can cure fevers by shoving them up your...NO!Friggin' hell, this is a disaster! Bakura! BAKURA!

Bakura: Dear God, what the bloody hell are you shouting about? If this is about that ridiculous vampire game again...

Marik: It seems someone else is trying to defeat the Pharaoh, BEFORE US! This is unacceptable!

Bakura: Bloody hell, this is a disaster!

Marike: Make the author cease her outrageous behavior at once! I command you!

Bakura: Get that rod out of my face, you buffoon. Well, now, it seems I have a little detour to make...Run, run, author, as fast as you can...You won't escape from...

Slenderman: Slenderman?

Bakura: BLOODY SAUSAGE ON A SKILLET! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Slenderman: Sorry...

A/N: Finally realized what A/N stands for! Sorry this chapter was so short, the next ones will be longer...Anyways, I DEFINITALY DO NOT own Littlekuriboh or any of his fantastic work. Kudos to those who got the reference!

And any of you who know Bakura should also know that I am seriously afraid for my life right now...

Please R&R