AN: Yep i actually made a Sailor Moon Au of Yu-Gi-Oh...See you in hell, but make sure to drop a review before you come visit. This is more inspired by Sailor Moon than a 'follow the show to the exact episode detail and just change the names' situation. It will have a bunch of arcs that mirror the actual show and some obvious similarities and shared themes. That being said I'm also altering the hell out of it. Also just for fun I'll be doing a long running contest throughout the fic. In your review (an actual review not just your answer) leave who you think will be this story's equivalent of the next Sailor Senshi in line to be introduced before the chapter where they will be revealed in. First to get it right can request a one shot with any rating (yes even M you freaking pervs), genre - and even pairing if you want one - of their choice.

Contest: Which character will be our Sailor Mercury? You have until chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I own a plastic tub full of Ramen. That's it.

I am Sailor Ra! (Part 1)

Long ago in the days of ancient Egypt there lived a great Pharaoh called Aknamkanon. The Pharaoh possessed a great magical power along with his high priest, his own brother, and t was said together they rivaled the gods themselves. He ruled over his empire with a pure heart and the determination to protect his people. Then, came the beings of the Shadow Realm, a kingdom of pure darkness ruled by its twisted and corrupted monarchs Zorc and the Thief King. They ravaged the lands of Egypt, planning to enslave all of humanity upon Egypt's fall. Even with his great powers the Pharaoh could not defeat the dark forces opposing him, and worse was the betrayal of his own brother who fought on the side of the Shadow Realm.

In a fit of desperation Aknamkanon made a plea to the gods to save his people and give them the power to defeat this evil. The gods answered his prayers and bestowed to each of their most loyal and deserving followers their power and their names. The leader of these warriors known as the Senshi, gifted with the might and name of Ra, was the Pharaoh's own son Atemu. Together the Senshi fought the forces of the Shadow Realm and drove them back, but among them the god of chaos Seth had claimed a champion. Seth's champion was forbidden from the order due to the past sins of his god and that he was in fact the heir of the Pharaoh's wicked brother. It was only the love of Ma'at's champion for the one blessed by Seth and his own son's pleas that swayed the Pharaoh's heart. So he was to fight along the Senshi as their guardian and protector, and atone for this sins of the god whose name he carried and his father.

The warriors of the gods with their divine power drove back the forces of the Shadow Realm and the empire rejoiced in victory. There was yet more reason to celebrate as the prince announced he would take a consort in his second in command and apprentice within the Senshi. They would be married alongside Ma'at and Seth's champions before the empire. Peace fell across Egypt again and all seemed well as the night of the weddings approached.

Unbeknownst to them, the Shadow Realm planned a final attack to destroy the Pharaoh and his Senshi once and for all. During the wedding the forces of Zorc and the Thief King attacked and overwhelmed the forces of the Pharaoh with a great and terrible power at their disposal. The battle raged on and the evil powers of the Shadow Realm nearly triumphed, claiming the lives of almost all the Senshi before the battle ended. In the end, the forces of darkness had been weakened greatly, but at a terrible cost. The Prince himself lay dying, his beloved consort already slain. Among the blessed warriors only he and the champion of Seth remained.

Out of anguish the Pharaoh used his greatest weapon and the secret of his immense power – The millennium pendant. With it he sealed away the weakened evil along with the souls of his precious son and his friends to someday be released and reborn. This grand magic could not be performed without a cost and the Pharaoh paid it with his own life, smashing the pendant into pieces of a puzzle to be reborn into seven souls so no other could abuse its power in his last moments.

Now the souls of the Senshi rest within the stars waiting for the day where they may return and banish the great evil of the Shadow Realm once and for-

"Grandpa!" Shouted Yami at Sugoroku who stopped mid-sentence in his animated telling of his story. Sugoroku stood frozen in place with his arms wide and held over his head as if he'd been waving them around and eyes wide and blinking at his oldest grandson who stood behind the counter, an exasperated look on his face.

Yami pinched the bridge of his nose and pointed at the young child, around eleven who was looking on in a mixture of fascination and possibly fear at the old man's over dramatic telling of the fairytale. "All he asked was, 'what's this picture', not 'will you please scare me with a long and ludicrous fairytale.'"

The little boy in question looked back up at the photographs of the stone tablet covered in hieroglyphs framed high on one of the shelves where one would expect it to be filled with more games and trading cards like the other shelves. The boy blinked up at the old man who suddenly unfroze and burst out into laughter.

"Oh don't be so serious Yami!" He bellowed out mirthfully. "I haven't met a child on earth who doesn't love a good story. You enjoyed it, didn't you boy?" He looked back at the little boy who smiled and nodded shyly, causing the old man to only laugh even more. He gave the boy a pat on the head and pulled out a pack of cards from his pocket. "Just for that, consider these a present!" The boys eyes lit up and he gave the game shop owner a quick hug before running out the store unopened pack clutched tightly between his hands.

"Hey wait!" exclaimed Yami before he realized it was too late and the tiny bell on the door rang with the boy's departure. Sighing he looked at his grandfather and shook his head. "Grandpa, I know that was nice of you but you'll end up going out of business if you just give the merchandise away." He crossed his arms, but smiled fondly all the same at his grandfather, amethyst eyes showing no anger.

Sugoroku just gave a small dismissive gesture as he walked back towards the counter. "I've kept this shop open since most of our current inventory had even been invented yet. It'll be a sign of the end times if I ever let this place sink."

Yami shook his head but kept his smile. He leaned over the counter to look at his grandfather face to face across it. The old man had thrown on his normal style of overalls and a ratty old shirt perfect for the labor of bringing in merchandise and cleaning up the place. The small shop needed more maintenance than one would expect as it seemed to cram as much merchandise as was allowed without it being considered a fire hazard on its walls.

"Yeah you mean when you weren't gallivanting across the desert right?" Yami stated and his grandfather scoffed in response.

"Your grandmother had better business sense than me anyways back then," He stated shaking off the accusation. "Plus you can't argue discovering ancient Egyptian treasures gives one some interesting stories no?" Yami chuckled lightly at that.

"I can't argue with that…by the way when should Yuugi be back? School let out an hour ago didn't it?" Yami asked changing the subject when he noticed it was indeed almost four on the wall clock. Sugoroku cupped his chin and thought.

"He might have gone to the arcade with Jounouchi and his other friends again," Sugoroku concluded. He gave the other a sly look. "We didn't tell him you were coming after all, we wanted to surprise him. Remember?"

The other nodded and looked longingly at the door. "It's been so long since I last saw Aibou, I figured it'd be a nice surprise. I'll probably just as excited as him when I see him again to be honest though." Nostalgia flowed through his voice and an image of a shorter boy in an oversized uniform with the same eyes as him flashed through his head. Their hair was remarkably similar with blond bangs and dark locks that slowly faded to magenta at the tips, except for a few extra blond streaks in Yami's hair that the boy in his mind lacked.

'It seems like it's been forever. Emails and occasional phone calls definitely aren't enough. I haven't even seen so much as a picture of Aibou in more than two years.'

"If I had ever thought of calling MY friends something like that they'd have thrown me in the dumpster," he teased his grandson poking his forehead. "Then again I suppose we had a quite a different relationship than you two didn't we?" There was no mistaking the impish tone and waggling brows as he leaned in closer to Yami.

Yami took a moment, oblivious to what his grandfather was implying, before it hit him. He immediately turned red and tried to deny it. "It's not like that at all." He gave a slight shake of his head and narrowed his eyes. There was no way he wanted his grandfather to know how flustered that question had actually made him. "I'm just really excited to see Yuugi-and you. Especially since I get to stay the whole summer vacation here."

'Liar. That's why you were excited to come here again. You finally wanted to tell him. To take your chance.'

Yami could feel his face heating up and his voice got just a bit quieter. "I haven't seen either of you since Mr. Sennin and I moved to Tokyo after all."

'Nothing's been the same since then. There's no more game shop to challenge other kids in and visit grandpa, no more walking home from school with Yuugi. No grandpa or Yuugi at all. I hate it.'

"That stick in the mud still make you call him that?" Scoffed Sugoroku glaring to no one in particular. It was a well recognized look of frustration that often appeared when the subject of his former son in law was brought up. "He's supposed to be your father."

"Adopted, remember?" Yami tried to brush it off in an apathetic tone. There was a creeping feeling he wasn't doing a good job of it. It never did any good for anyone to mention Yami's guardian. He was grateful to his grandfather for accepting him like a blood grandson, but forcing the issue with his adopted father was..touchy at best.

The mood seemed to shift into a glummer one and Sugoroku looked over his grandson with an understanding expression. Sugoroku loved his grandsons dearly, and it had been painful for one to leave and move so far away. He was happy for the chance to see him again, and as he gave the boy a soft pat on the shoulder he had the feeling this would be a summer for neither of his grandsons to forget. "As if that matters, it's not like you don't fit in just fine." He glanced at the spiked hair and eyes that were eerily similar to the people who he supposedly shared no blood with. He stepped away and went to the stairs, walking up them and leaving Yami alone downstairs in the shop part of the building.

Little did he know how right he was.

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Yuugi Mutou sped down the sidewalk panting as if he'd been running for at least several minutes. He was of course in his mandatory school uniform with the jacket wide open, and something wrapped inside the right flap. He maneuvered around the pedestrians of the busy side walk, rushing to try and get to his ultimate destination. His gaze rose and he broke out into a large grin as the Kame Game Shop came into view.

"Almost there, hang on little guy," Yuugi muttered looking down to whatever was wrapped in his jacket. The lump under the cloth wiggled around in response and the teen laughed. "Bet you're getting restless, I've been running with you for like twenty minutes now huh?" Another right and a straight bolt and he was on the steps of the game shop. Without any time to stop he charged through the door that he was glad was the type that pushed open. He stumbled into the shop doubled over to stare at the worn wooden floors.

He remained bent over to catch his breath and kept the bundle held tightly against himself. "I'm home!" he announced sounding more than a little winded. Footsteps padded across the floor and approached him. A pair of boots came into view. They didn't seem like the type his grandfather would usually wear. For one they were leather, and looked far too small.

"Um…sorry I'm late the teacher ask me if I could-" he started slowly as he rose his torso and immediately lost all ability to speak at what he saw. There standing less than a foot away was a face he hadn't laid eyes on in more than two years. It was almost surreal staring at the teen with features so close to his own, and now thinks to his sort of growth spurt, his equal in height to. Neither could ever be considered tall though. For a moment he just stood there dumbly, wondering if he was seeing right.

Yami had never felt more nervous in his life. He tried to keep his expression a neutral happiness as he looked over his old friend. He'd grown so much, not just physically. He seemed to hold himself higher, and was wearing what was clearly a rather tight fitting black shirt and buckle collar along with his school uniform instead of an oversized button up. When had Yuugi become confident enough to wear something like this?

'I knew you'd grown since I saw you Aibou. No amount of emails and stories from grandpa could have prepared me for how much though. I've missed out.'

Deep down though, he knew it was still essentially Yuugi. His slightly nerdy little cousin who he'd had to pull from the deep end of the pool when they were five and who he played countless hours of the various games in their grandfather's shop with. Yami couldn't take it anymore, having the boy he'd been so excited to see right in front of him and not being able to say anything. Yami fidgeted his hands a bit, trying to come up with the words. His face tinged a rosy shade and he opened his mouth to speak.

Hiiiissssss

Whatever Yami had planned to say had died on his lips right then and there. His gaze shifted down and he finally noticed the small bulge wrapped in Yuugi's jacket shifting around. His face went completely blank when the bundle finally maneuvered itself enough for a tiny head covered in deep royal purple fur to pop out. His cousin cleared his throat likely as a nervous reaction and had the decency to at least look a bit sheepish. That didn't mean he made a single sound or move to explain thought.

"Yuugi?"

"Hai?"

"Is that a cat?" Yami asked bluntly. He pointed at the irate feline with its head poking out of the jacket. The thing had it's ears drawn back and it's fur puffed in aggression. Yuugi was probably lucky the mangy thing wasn't scratching the absolute hell out of him. It had faded blue eyes and an indigo patch of fur that vaguely resembled the sun on its forehead. Odd.

Yuugi did his best to explain and not sound worried. "I uhm found it in the alley on the way back from school. There was a couple of boys throwing rocks at it and I chased them off I mean…I couldn't leave him alone after that."

"Him?"

"I already checked."

"Oh."

Neither really knew what to say. To be honest Yami wasn't quite sure if their grandpa would want the cat in the house. He was tempted to think he didn't either since it had essentially interrupted his moment with Yuugi. Yami had unfortunately always been soft at heart though, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the small creature. He wasn't much bigger than a kitten, and clearly hadn't been properly cleaned or taken care of. He softened and gave a sigh of surrender.

"Hand him over and get some lunch meat from the kitchen, I'll keep him company until you get back," he told Yuugi. His heart gave a tiny flutter at the other's boy's bright grin as he shoved the cat into his waiting arms and before wrapping his arms around Yami. Squishing the cat between their bodies in the process and causing it to give a disgruntled yowl.

"You're the best Yami! I promise we'll sit down and talk so we can catch up after I bring the cat some food." He pulled away just as quickly as he had embraced him and took off running upstairs to the living area. It was an amusing sight and Yami indicated as much as he watched him vanish from sight. Leave it to Yuugi to randomly bring home an alley cat.

His fingers gently ran through the cat's greasy fur. It didn't purr or make any indication it acknowledged the gesture at all. That was a bit strange. The thing was probably a step below feral though. He looked down at the kitty and scratched it between the ears. Still nothing. He tried to increase the pressure just a bit and used two fingers to get a reaction.

"Would you please stop doing that, I find it to be highly degrading," a polite and airy male voice spoke.

The teenager jumped back and looked around the store. He hadn't heard anyone come in or the bell on the door ring. All the customers they'd had earlier had already left and he was certain none of them were lingering. So who said that?

"Who was that?" He asked out loud.

"Down here, the ball of fur you were just stroking."

A cold shiver ran down Yami's spine. There was no way…that was crazy. Right?

He shoved the cat in front of his feet dangling it in the air to inspect it closer. He pressed it's nose against his own and scrutinized it. "It looks like a normal cat." He thought out loud.

'I must not have gotten enough sleep on the plane ride.'

"Its name is Mahado." There was no mistaking it this time, it's mouth had actually opened and closed with the words and there was no doubt it had been what they'd come out of. So he had a talking cat. With that new information Yami did the only sensible thing.

He threw the cat across the room.

Episode 1 (Part 2) Preview: Yami, Yuugi, and Sugoroku try to determine what Mahado is and if they can trust the talking feline. After being interrupted by a call from a friend, Yami and Yuugi head for a jewelry store where something sinister is brewing and their lives may depend on if Yami can trust's Mahado's word.