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Yugi, Joey, Tea, and Tristan: *together* Robin Nightingale doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, any of its spin-off series, or associated franchise.

Ryou Bakura: I say, chaps, can I be in the disclaimer too?

Tristan: Go back to Canada, limey! But leave the maple syrup! I need it for my pancakes!

Chapter 13 Yugi's Long Lost Twin Brother

The Pharaoh stirred. Something was poking at his eyelids. Whatever it was, it had roused him and, much to his annoyance, would not let him go back to sleep.

What could possibly be so rude as to keep waking him when he had just drifted off? Slowly he opened them, determined to catch at least a glimpse of the perpetrator.

Oh. The sun.

It seemed to be the late afternoon. The sun was casting bright orange patches on the wall and floor of Yugi's room from the skylight, and the Pharaoh could hear voices and the sound of the cash register from below. He glanced blearily at the clock on the desk. 4:47.

His head fell back onto his pillow. I slept that long…? It felt like only seconds since he closed his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he had allowed a day to go by so quickly without doing anything. It made him feel strangely vulnerable.

The Pharaoh sighed, and turned slowly to the other side, away from the light. He willed his weary body to go back to sleep once again...But it seemed the sunlight wouldn't allow it, for he could still feel its brightness through his eyelids.

Ra must be determined I rise, he thought irritably as he opened his eyes once again. Though his body was still practically unresponsive, the Pharaoh could feel wakefulness travelling through his veins, rousing him. He groaned, then gave up. Better to simply wake up completely, then.

But what in the name of Ra could he do in his state? As he threw the covers off himself, he soon found out that a lengthy and deep sleep had made nearly no difference at all. It took him far longer than it should have to simply sit up. His body felt unimaginably heavy, and he actually had to rest a moment before scooting backwards to lean himself upright against the wall.

He might try walking…It probably wasn't wise to be up and about without anybody around, however, not so soon after his attempts in the lab.

It was almost funny; the moment he became fully aware of his great limitations on movement, there was nothing else he wanted to do except move around. He wanted to go downstairs and greet Grandpa. He wanted to run down the alleys and see his friends. Even making the two-mile trip to the museum, to take another look the ancient Egyptian tablet, was greatly appealing. He wanted to…

His hand relaxed, and a depressed sigh left him. With all that had been going on, he hadn't realized how much he missed Dueling. It had been weeks since he had battled anyone, as Yugi had been busy with the shop and arranging the Pharaoh's necessities, as well as the Pharaoh's agreement with Yugi, a long time ago, to let the young one compete more often on his own.

I wouldn't mind not walking if I just had a Deck, he thought glumly. His eyes wandered all around the room, pausing for a moment on Yugi's game shelf, before, for some reason, landing on the desk besides him. The pile of pajamas Yugi had given him was still there. With nothing else better to do, the Pharaoh reached for them, intending to at least take a look at them.

But as he removed the clothes from the desk top, he saw sitting behind them, quite innocently, a Dueling Deck.

A great smile spread across the Pharaoh's face. Yugi, he thought fondly as he gently picked it up.

Time was meaningless from that point. Yugi had thoughtfully included all of his favorite cards, including the Dark Magician and all three God Cards. There was, of course, no opponent for him to battle against, but it was just as entertaining to lay out the cards and devise strategies for the future. He was so engrossed in his activity he didn't notice Grandpa and Yugi coming upstairs until they were right outside his door, talking loudly.

"—can't believe you waited until the last minute to remember such an important aspect, young man!" Grandpa was chiding. "How did you think it would go for the Pharaoh to just appear looking like you and all that? Of course there are going to be questions!"

"Sorry, Grandpa, it just…never occurred to me. But please, keep your voice down! The Pharaoh's still sleeping," Yugi said in a far more hushed tone.

"Nonsense, it's been two days! He ought to be up by now…"

The door opened, and the Pharaoh looked up with a start as Grandpa and Yugi entered. "Ah, there, what did I tell you? Good to see you're awake, Pharaoh! How are you feeling?"

"I see you found the Deck," Yugi said, grinning.

"Yes, I was very glad to see it," the Pharaoh replied. "Grandpa, did…did you say 'two days'?"

"It's Saturday, son," Grandpa said brightly. "Shop's closed early, so I decided to come up and see if you wanted anything to eat."

Food actually hadn't crossed the Pharaoh's mind since waking up, and he really hadn't been feeling up to eating anything just yet, but as soon as it was mentioned his stomach let out a particularly loud growl.

A stunned silence followed, which was broken by a loud, belting laugh from Grandpa. "Hahaha, well, I suppose that answers it! I'll start on dinner." Before either the Pharaoh or Yugi could react, he was out into the hallway and closing the door.

The two just stared at it for a few seconds in bewilderment.

"I guess that's Grandpa; never lets a word in when his mind's set," Yugi said resignedly, shaking his head, while the Pharaoh chuckled.

Yugi drew up his desk chair besides the bed and eased down into it. "I'm glad to see you're energetic, at least somewhat. I mean, you're obviously having fun…"

The Pharaoh looked down happily at the cards spread out around his lap. "Yes. Thank you for these, Yugi. They were a great relief to me when I awoke."

"No problem." Yugi picked up a few cards and examined them. "You know, I just realized earlier that we're going to have to get you your own Duel Disk, now that you have your own body. When you're stronger, we can go out Dueling for real. I'm sure Joey would jump at the chance to battle you."

"He's Dueled me before."

"Yeah, but this time he'll know it."

They laughed together, and the Pharaoh began to gather up the cards. "I would like that, Yugi. I only hope it won't take me long to build up my strength. I don't look forward to a week of just lying around."

"Well, if you want, I can help you downstairs for dinner. Grandpa wanted to bring it upstairs, but I figured you'd want to try and get it yourself."

The Pharaoh shot him a grateful look. "You know me too well." He carefully laid the Dark Magician in the Deck and reached for another card. A few moments of silence passed.

Yugi started handing him the cards he was holding. "Look, Pharaoh," he began. When the Pharaoh paused and looked up at him, he shuffled his feet and wrung his hands. "I know how frustrating this must be for you. But please try to listen to us when we tell you to take it easy on this one. Nothing like this has happened before, not to anybody, at least as far as we know. Professor Keichi, back at the lab, he asked us to keep a close eye on you, just in case. He wasn't sure what side effects might happen as a result of your soul binding to the clone body."

The Pharaoh gave an assuring smile, and placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder, just like he often did. But when Yugi felt the weight, he gave a small jump, like he wasn't expecting it, and his hand twitched as if about to reach for the Pharaoh's hand before stopping. They both shared a knowing moment of giddiness before the Pharaoh spoke. "Yugi, I understand, really. Yes, it is somewhat inconvenient, but I know not to try anything reckless."

Yugi raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just tell me I know you too well?"

When the Pharaoh lowered his hand and looked at him questioningly, he sighed. "Pharaoh, I don't know if you realize this about yourself, but you're really determined when it comes to overcoming your own limitations. You'll say you won't do anything, and you might even tell yourself you won't, but your will is too strong. You'll keep trying until you succeed, no matter what. That's a good trait to have, but not in every situation."

The Pharaoh looked down at his Deck, not willing to respond. Yugi reached forward and pressed the last card to the top of the Deck. "So please, when we ask you to let us help you, and when we tell you to take it easy, will you listen to us?"

Yugi withdrew his hand, revealing the card.

The Dark Magician Girl.

The Pharaoh closed his eyes. "Hm," he snorted softly. Well played, aibou.

He returned Yugi's imploring gaze steadily. "Yes, Yugi. You have my word."

Yugi broke out into a relieved smile. "Thank you, Pharaoh," he said. "I think dinner's going to be ready soon. I'll go downstairs and check."

He stood and began to head for the door, but suddenly paused and turned back. "Oh, right, I forgot…"

To the Pharaoh's surprise, he slipped the Millennium Puzzle off his neck and walked back to the bed, holding it before him. "Listen," he started slowly. "I think you should keep this."

The Pharaoh looked down at the Puzzle, but didn't take it. "But why, Yugi?"

"Practically, you're the better choice." Yugi appeared somewhat reluctant to say this, but had as serious an expression as the Pharaoh had ever seen him take on. "You'd do a better job with protecting it. It might not contain your soul anymore, but it's still a priceless artifact. And you…you'd be able to keep it safe. Besides, we don't know what could happen if—."

"Yugi, enough." The Pharaoh spoke quietly, yet firmly. He leaned forward, taking Yugi by his arms and lowering him into the chair. "It is not a matter of practicality. You have done a fine job of protecting it thus far; there is no need to think that you will do poorly now."

"That was only because you were there to help me," Yugi countered, stressing his words. "Look, I'm just trying to be rational here—."

"There is no need." The Pharaoh interrupted him again. He gathered the Puzzle with both hands, cupping both of Yugi's in the process. "Yugi, the Puzzle may have been mine once, a long time ago. But ever since it came into your possession, you have become worthy of being its owner ten times over, perhaps far more than I ever was. It's true," he said firmly, when Yugi opened his mouth to protest. "As it is, the Puzzle is, and has only ever been, yours."

He pushed the Puzzle towards Yugi. "Keep it," he said, with a smirk. "People at school might wonder where it's gone if you don't."

Yugi seemed to register that there was no changing the Pharaoh's mind. "All right," he said softly, putting the chain around his neck once more. "Let's put away the Deck and go have dinner."

He stood and retrieved the golden Puzzle box from his desk. The Pharaoh placed the Deck inside, and Yugi took it to his game cabinet.

At that moment, Grandpa's voice rang out from below. "Yugi! Dinner's ready! Come help me bring the Pharaoh's tray up!"

Yugi groaned, shooting an apologetic look to the Pharaoh, who waved a dismissive hand to show it was all right. Yugi went out into the hallway, leaving the door open, and the Pharaoh heard him shout down from the top of the stairs. "Don't bother with the tray! We'll both be down in a minute!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, positive, Grandpa!"

Yugi returned a moment later and placed the chair back to where it belonged at the desk. He waited for the Pharaoh to maneuver his legs around the edge of the bed, then moved to put himself under the Pharaoh's arm.

"Wait," the Pharaoh said, raising a hand.

Yugi gave him a look. "Pharaoh—."

"I just want to try it myself, just to see how I am."

Yugi frowned uncertainly, but stepped back.

The Pharaoh took a breath, put one hand on the table, and pushed himself to a standing position.

At first he swayed, and Yugi almost went to catch him, but halted when the Pharaoh steadied. A moment passed, two…then the Pharaoh released his hold on the desk.

He stood perfectly upright, sturdy and tall.

A triumphant grin pulled up the Pharaoh's lips, before he began to fall backwards onto the bed. Yugi immediately caught him and pulled him up again. The Pharaoh didn't appear at all complaining; on the contrary, he seemed more than satisfied.

"I'd say that's productive for a day," Yugi said encouragingly.

"I would agree," the Pharaoh said back.

Together, they made their way down to the kitchen.

Dinner was more like a feast. It seemed Grandpa was in a celebratory mood that night. He had decided to prepare sukiyaki along with miso, curry, an egg dish, and even a certain dish the Pharaoh had come to mark as one of his favorites: natto.

"I still don't understand how you can eat that stuff, much less love it," Yugi commented as the Pharaoh piled the web-like beans onto his plate.

"It's an acquired taste, and in the end, either you like it or you don't," Grandpa informed him. "You happened to be on the unfortunate side of the coin. The Pharaoh, on the other hand, is very sensible."

"Hey!"

"The only thing I find interesting," Grandpa continued, as if Yugi hadn't uttered anything, "is how in the world the Pharaoh managed to like something you didn't when you were pretty much sharing the same taste buds."

"Perhaps taste depends on the soul, not the tongue," the Pharaoh suggested.

"I'd believe that, especially after all those times you'd ask to take over just to try something, and I'd be left with some disgusting taste in my mouth for the rest of the day," Yugi grumbled, pointing his chopsticks at the Pharaoh.

A vein popped out on the Pharaoh's forehead, and he poked at his food, slightly offended. "It is hardly my fault if you find shrimp-flavored ice cream too sour. As I recall, I offered to remain out until the taste faded."

"I still had school that day!"

Just like brothers, Grandpa thought affectionately, observing the two with amusement. He ate his food silently, content to merely watch the scene.

It ended, however, when the Pharaoh suddenly remembered something and asked, "Oh, Grandpa, what was it that you two were talking about when you came up to the room?"

He was surprised to see Grandpa give Yugi a very scolding look, and Yugi redden embarrassedly.

"It seems that young Yugi here somehow managed to forget that we would need some sort of explanation for your sudden appearance," Grandpa told the Pharaoh. "Now that you're a real, solid being, people are going to ask who you are and where you came from."

The Pharaoh stopped chewing, and swallowed, very hard. Of course…How could it have never occurred to him before? He could have hit himself for being so oblivious…The most important detail of this entire operation, and never once did he think of it…

All feelings of guilt immediately washed away, however, as Grandpa continued with his next sentence. "Fortunately, I happen to have a backstory all figured out."

"You do?" Both the Pharaoh and Yugi looked hopefully and with amazement at their grandfather.

Grandpa folded his arms. "Yes, I do. Really, I ought to be demanding repayment—."

"Of course, whatever you ask," Yugi said immediately, while the Pharaoh nodded.

Grandpa frowned. "Oh, stop it, you two youngsters. Just be grateful." He looked cross, but the Pharaoh could have sworn he saw the corner of Grandpa's mouth twitch.

"Anyhow, I've decided we don't need to be too specific on the details, since this is our private life, so if anyone starts prying we can just tell them to stop being nosy. Simple is best in my opinion. Therefore, Pharaoh, I've been thinking that you will be Yugi's twin brother, separated at birth. A bit obvious in terms of the solution to go to, but I believe it works."

It is a bit obvious, the Pharaoh remarked to himself, but he had to agree with Grandpa's logic.

"Yugi, you stayed here in Domino with me and your mother," Grandpa continued, "while the Pharaoh went with your father to another city—say, Yokohama. You know he left when you were a baby, right?"

Yugi nodded. He had known ever since he was a child his parents separated because of work purposes, and it was no longer a sensitive topic to him, if it ever had been in the first place. He had his mother, he had his grandfather, and now his friends. Bitterness over his father's absence had no place in his life now.

It was, however, news to the Pharaoh, for he turned to his partner and asked, in a rather concerned tone, "Yugi, is this true?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about me! I've known for a while, so it doesn't really matter to me anymore." Yugi smiled. The Pharaoh didn't look entirely convinced, but didn't continue the subject.

"Yes, well, I thought it only made sense. Your father will have taken the Pharaoh when you were newborns. We kept in touch now and then, but you never really knew you had a twin. But recently your father's had to go off someplace—like England—because of work, and he's asked that we take care of your brother for a while. He's not sure when he'll return to Japan, so that will give us the leeway we need for when you continue the search for the Pharaoh finds his memories."

"Grandpa…that's great! That's perfect!" Yugi exclaimed, thoroughly impressed with his grandfather's plan. The story sounded rather vague, yet sensible enough that it might work.

Grandpa sat back, obviously quite satisfied with himself. "You're very welcome. Well, that's the hard part done and over with; now it's your job to take care of the last detail. You're back story's covered, Pharaoh; all we need now is a name for you."

There was a very quiet pause as the gravity of this sank in. Grandpa said it so casually, yet there was a rising suspicion this would be the most difficult part of all. Yugi and the Pharaoh were rather serious in face of this detail, while Grandpa seemed to be enjoying himself greatly. "Well, we won't deal with it right this moment," he said ambiguously. "Finish up your dinner first. We'll figure it out later tonight. After," he added, as if on sudden thought, "a bath, which you are in need of, Pharaoh."

The Pharaoh agreed completely that he was in great need of cleansing. Though it seemed Keichi had done what he could with the clone body after removing it from the pod, there was still the lingering, sickly-sweet smell of preservation and chemicals typical to laboratories.

But did Grandpa have to tell him as if he were a child?

After bathing, the three of them were found sitting around the living room table. All wore the same frown, deep in thought.

"Pharaoh, you don't have any preferences, do you?" Grandpa asked after a while.

The Pharaoh shook his head. "Not that I can think of."

"Hmm…" Grandpa stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Yugi, there's a blue book on the third shelf in my room. Would you be so kind as to get it?"

Yugi nodded and went off. When he returned, however he held it up and gave Grandpa an odd look. "Baby names?" he asked disbelievingly.

Grandpa took it from him. "No need to take on that tone, young man, it's only practical to consult this." He ran a hand over the cover fondly and gave a reminiscent smile. "You know, this is the very book your mother used when picking your name."

"Really?" His skepticism washing away, Yugi now leaned across the table with genuine interest. Intrigued by Grandpa's words, the Pharaoh leaned forward as well, peering at the book curiously.

"Oh, yes! I remember we would spend hours trying out different ones. It frustrated your mother to no end. Of course, it didn't come of any use in the end. As a matter of fact, I was the one to suggest your name!" Grandpa smiled proudly at the revelation.

"You were? Grandpa, you never told me that!" Yugi sat back, thoroughly surprised.

"Yes, I did. 'Yuugi', my little gamester," Grandpa chuckled, reaching across the table to ruffle his grandson's hair. Yugi laughed and didn't try to pull away. Next to him, the Pharaoh smiled warmly.

Grandpa set the book on the table. "Now, we'll want to pick a name that fits. You two will have to think hard on this one. Pharaoh, it's best to choose a name that matches you. What you're like. Your personality, and all that."

Yugi frowned. This would be difficult. The characters in a person's name reflected who they were, so it was important to choose carefully. Thinking about the Pharaoh, it was easy to come up with a hundred different words to describe his personality. But which ones were good enough to name him by?

Grandpa leaned in. "But listen closely, both of you. Pharaoh, in the end, this is your name, understand? This is what you will be answering to, and what we will come to know you by. So in the end the ultimate decision is left up to you, and you alone."

The Pharaoh nodded, determination fierce in his gaze. "I understand, Grandpa."

"Good. Then I'll go make some tea." Grandpa grunted as he got up, and after a muttered curse about his stiff limbs, he began to pad softly to the kitchen.

"What…Grandpa! Aren't you going to help us start, at least?" Yugi stared after him in incredulity.

"Nonsense! You two are more than capable of doing this." Before Yugi could get in another word, he disappeared around the corner.

Once he was out of the room, the two twins looked at each other, then let out simultaneous sighs of exasperation.

Yugi opened the book to the first page and scanned its contents. "Well, we know one thing for sure; you definitely can't do this alone."

"For once, I wholeheartedly agree," the Pharaoh said, looking at the book as well. "Now that I think about it, it is no surprise that this feels so difficult. One of the greatest challenges any of us must face is ourselves."

"True." Yugi flipped to the next page. He read a few names aloud. "Aoi, Aoki, Arashi—hey! That one's cool. 'Storm.' What do you think?"

He looked up to see clear distaste in the Pharaoh's expression.

"Okay, not that one. Next one…"

They went through several lists, with Yugi reading out the name and the Pharaoh weighing how it sounded. They marked the few he liked better than others, but despite going through ten pages there wasn't one that stood out to him as a clear favorite.

Yugi finally blew out a frustrated breath and laid himself on the floor, arms stretched out on either side of his head.

"We're going about this the wrong way. I don't think just going through the list is going to help. The best option is probably to just make up your name," he suggested.

The Pharaoh nodded wearily, closing the book and pushing it away from him. "Was there a character dictionary on Grandpa's shelf?" he inquired.

Yugi thought for a moment. "I think so. I'll go check." He leapt to his feet and dashed into the other room.

The Pharaoh sighed, and laid his head on his folded arms on the table. Though he had been awake only for a few hours, and done nothing but go through his Deck, eat dinner and sit at the living room table, he felt as exhausted as if he had been running around the city for the entire day. Slowly, he felt his eyes drifting lower, and lower…

He was suddenly awoken by someone shaking him. "Pharaoh. Pharaoh, wake up."

The Pharaoh jerked upright and saw Yugi, looking slightly startled from the Pharaoh's sudden movement. He was holding a character dictionary in one hand, along with a few sheets of paper and a couple of pencils, though they seemed almost forgotten by how loosely Yugi was grasping it. His heart sank when he saw the sheer thickness of the dictionary. Please let us not have to search through the entire thing, he prayed silently.

He suddenly realized Yugi had been talking. "What?" he asked, feeling foolish.

Yugi held back a grin. "I said, if you're feeling tired, we can finish this tomorrow."

"No, no, best to finish this tonight," the Pharaoh responded, though he yawned right afterwards. He added drowsily, "I seem to recall it takes you a fair amount of time to prepare for a new semester of school."

Yugi gave him an annoyed look before opening the dictionary. "I thought we might write down whatever words come to mind when we think of your personality," he said, handing the Pharaoh a pencil. "When we think of one we like, we'll look it up in the dictionary."

"All right." The Pharaoh tapped the pencil against his cheek, already thinking. After a few seconds, he put the pencil tip against the paper and began to write.

Yugi had to smile as he saw how much gusto the Pharaoh was writing with. Most people would be bashful when it came to describing themselves. The Pharaoh, it seemed, had no such limitations. He drew close his own paper, bent over it, and began to write.

When Grandpa finally with a tray of steaming tea, he stopped in the doorway. The two boys were the picture of diligence, with their papers out, their books open, and being bent close together, muttering to each other under their breath.

"We could have ya in there, the character for 'night'."

"What makes you suggest that?"

"Well, you did tell us to call you yami, after all…"

"Mmm…let's come back to that one. I wondered about the character for 'spirit'…"

"Ooh, good, let's take a look at that…"

Grandpa grinned to himself. This would be even quicker than he thought.

Two and a half hours later, the two Duelists were leaning back, breathing simultaneous sighs of relief. "I can't believe it took us that long to figure out two characters to describe your personality," Yugi groaned.

The Pharaoh only grunted in agreement. They had done much soul-searching and nit-picking through his characteristics, and even though it was with Yugi, it still felt slightly intrusive to be analyzing his own personality so deeply.

"In the end, though, it was rather obvious," the Pharaoh remarked, looking down at his brand-new name written on the paper before him. It was barely discernable among the many characters that were written, scratched out, and rewritten. Silently he mouthed it. Compared to some of the names they had thought up, it didn't sound all that special. In fact, quite ordinary. Yet, when he looked at it…

"Yeah." Yugi looked happily at his brother. "So, should we to tell Grandpa, then?"

The Pharaoh didn't answer, still looking at the name with an odd expression.

Yugi tilted his head. "Pharaoh? What, do you not like it after all?"

"No, it's not that. It's just…"The Pharaoh reached out a hand and lightly traced the strokes. "It's sort of strange, that's all. Almost surreal, don't you think? My name is the one thing we have been searching for ever since I was awakened. The fact that I have no name of my own is almost a part of who I am. Others have even come to know me as 'the Nameless Pharaoh.' Yet here I am being offered one to take as easily as a trading card. I don't know whether to treat it as a simple replacement…or to truly accept it."

He met Yugi's gaze. "I wonder…do you think that, supposing we never do find my true name, I would keep this one instead?"

Yugi frowned. "We will find your true name, Pharaoh," he said seriously. "But…even then, you could keep this name. It represents you and your personality just as much as your true name does, I'm certain of you."

The Pharaoh seemed eased by his words. "Thank you, Yugi," he murmured. He slowly eased himself upwards, and Yugi took his arm. "Let's go tell Grandpa."

Grandpa Muto had retired to his bedroom after finishing his tea. They found him in bed, checking the games sold that day.

"Grandpa?" Yugi asked tentatively.

Grandpa looked up. "Ah, Yugi, Pharaoh! You've decided, then?" he asked, putting down the notebook.

"Yeah." Yugi showed him the paper.

Grandpa adjusted his glasses and squinted at the cramped writing.

"Isashi," he read aloud.

Bravery. Protect.

"A fine name," Grandpa said approvingly, handing the paper back to Yugi. "Quite befitting, Pharaoh, if I may say so myself."

Yugi put a hand to the back of his head, embarrassed, and the Pharaoh took the praise warmly. This all fell away, however, as soon as Grandpa added, "So, now that that's over with, you shouldn't have any trouble coming up with his family name!"

RN: So, these last few chapters haven't been really eventful, I know. Mostly character development and plot filler. And there's going to be a few more like it. But it's all necessary, believe me. Don't worry, the intense stuff will come soon enough. And besides, isn't it nice to see the gang enjoying themselves for once instead of racing around risking their lives to save the world?

And now, a quick challenge for the Yu-Gi-Oh! fans! Who can tell me, without looking it up, what 'yu-gi-oh' actually stands for? Send it to me in a private message so that no one else will have the answer spoiled for them. In the chapter after the next (Chapter 15, of the story) I'll post the answer. Winners get to have their choice of a disclaimer put up on one of the chapters. Good luck, fans!

By the way, to you who have already reached this point before, I've edited this chapter a bit. Sorry about that, but I found the previous version had something of a plot hole. So I've revised it, and I hope I don't confuse any of you. To new readers, ignore this!