Hey. Okay i'll just give a brief intro so as not to bore you, though I am sure the majority of you do not read these intros ;P

This fic takes place after the Memory World arc when the series is over. The fic will switch off between Bakura, Marik, and Ryou's POVs Point of Views every chapter. This chapter is from Ryou's POV.

I sighed closing my book that I had only regarded with mild interest

I sighed closing my book that I had only regarded with mild interest. It had been almost a year to the day that life became, normal. The Pharaoh, Atem, had entered the spirit realm and the spirit of the ring was gone. I rested my head on my arms sighing a bit. The others had told me the majority of what had happened in Egypt. It was truly a fascinating tale. However, throughout the story I could not suppress this feeling of longing. Oh how I wished I could have been there. All I could remember was hearing the spirit's voice, then waking up in some room with a giant tabletop RPG set up, much like Monster World. I went to Egypt along with the others and saw Atem leave. I often chide myself about having not said a proper farewell. I, more or less, just stood there. Things were happening too fast. Finally Bakura was gone and I could join in with the others on their next adventure. I was distraught to say the least, when I realized there would be no 'next adventure',

The others were very upset over the 'loss' of Atem. It struck me that I hardly knew who he was. Most every time I came in contact with Yugi's other half I lost control to Bakura. I lifted my head and stood up, pushing my chair in, a scraping noise tearing through the otherwise silent house. My father was away again on another dig in Egypt.

I decided to go for a walk to clear my mind. I thought a lot about what had happened. It was rather remarkable; I found it hard to believe even though I had been 'possessed' by the spirit of the king of thieves, Atem's greatest rival. I knew as much about this spirit, maybe even less than about Atem. All I remembered a few encounters, and was quite happy to be separated from him. I stopped musing and looked around. Out of habit I had begun walking to school. I laughed dryly; it was summer now so the building was empty. I was startled out of my reverie when my cell phone blared severing the heavy silence.

"Hello, this is Bakura Ryou." I answered softly staring up at the star filled sky.

"Hello Ryou, I arrived home a few minutes ago. Where are you?" I heard my father's voice inquire. I jumped to my feet and started jogging back to my place apologizing profusely. How had something as important as my father returning from Egypt slipped my mind? I dashed up the stairs and reached for the door knob, but the door beat me to it and opened from the inside. I stopped to catch my breath and smiled up at my father. I slid off my shoes and stepped in.

"Welcome back! Did you find anything on your dig?" I inquired courteously. My father grinned and began spewing stories about his trip. I listened half mindedly for a while enjoying having company, even if it was my father. After about a half hour I realized that I had not been listening, but mention of a collapsed tomb pulled me into the conversation.

"Only seven of us made it through. We came upon a large stone tablet with golden items inside. Though it is against what I believe in when it comes to archeology, my team and I took the items." He paused and looked up guiltily.

"Th-that is alright dad. Um, what did the um, item you took look like?" I asked. There was no way. My heart began pumping faster. It had to be a coincidence. The likelihood of finding that one tomb in the vast deserts of Egypt was unlikely.

"Remember that ring I found years ago?" he asked, a grin threatening to split his face. I nodded mutely. No way, there was no way that this was happening. My heart failed to agree. My father reached into his suitcase and extracted something wrapped in cloth. He extended the package to me. "Something is telling me that this will mean a lot more to you than it does to me." He chuckled softly. I took the item with caution taking a deep breath before unwrapping the 'gift'. I stared blinking unbelieving at the item. This had to be a dream. The ring was gone. Gone for good. The glowing Millennium Ring that I now held proved me wrong. My father looked to me expectantly. I smiled as brightly as I could.

"That is amazing! It looks exactly like the ring you found before!" I proclaimed, deciding it best not to say that this was the exact same ring. That would require quite a difficult explanation. My father nodded and went into great detail about finding it and what he thought it meant. Meanwhile my mind was racing. I could feel no aura coming from the ring and was relieved. By holding the ring once again and knowing that Bakura was gone, it almost felt as though I had won. As though I had beaten the evil malicious spirit in some way. "Where did the other items go? Do your team members live here in Japan?" My father shook his head.

"I did not choose the members of my team this time. They came from all different parts of the world. To tell you the truth, I do not know where any of them have gone." He exclaimed rubbing the back of his head. "Why do you ask?" he asked looking confused and curious.

"Oh, no reason. I was just curious that is all." I replied lowering my eyes and shifting uncomfortably. Lying was not easy, especially to my father who I rarely saw. He nodded satisfied. We talked idly for a while longer before my father decided to retire to bed.

"I found this old book too. It is written in some ancient language. It is in my bag if you want to see it. Just be careful, it looks like it is three thousand years old!" he joked, yawning again. "Good night son."

"Good night dad. I am glad you are back!" I called to his retreating back. I placed the Millennium ring on the table in front of me and stared. The others had destroyed the spirit, now all that was left of his 'legacy' was this ring. It seemed unreal. I thought this thing was gone for good, now here it was, staring at me through the eyes carved in its center. An eerie glow washed over the ring, I reached for the ring and placed it around my neck. The weight still seemed familiar. I stood lightly and opened my father's backpack to find a black leather bound book with the same eye that was on my ring staring up at me from the cover. The title was written in hieroglyphics. I took the book out gently and opened the book, the yellow pages sporting the same language as the title. I furrowed my brow in frustration, I could not understand a word. I changed into my nightwear, a pair of shots and an overlarge t-shirt. Nothing fancy, but it wasn't like I needed to dress up to go to bed. I dropped into my bed and closed my eyes. A must have dozed off for a while, because I heard another voice.

/Have you forgotten? As long as the Millennium Ring exists, my soul will live forever!/

I sat up quickly, the voice sounding all to familiar. I shook my head, "it was just a dream." I muttered lying back down. I heard laughter reverberating through my room, echoing off the walls.

/I am afraid not./

I shook my head thinking, praying that I was still asleep. "N-no. You were destroyed by Atem and the others." I mumbled pulling the blankets up to my chin. "You, you are not here." I squeaked, as if telling him that he was not here would make him go away.

/Wrong again my little hikari./ Bakura's voice boomed through the room. /The Pharaoh is gone, and the Millennium Items are still here. This seems almost too easy now, does it not?/ I shook my head still denying the fact that Bakura was back. /Now, I am going to see what is inside that book. I have a feeling that it is the book of Black Magic from Kul Elna. Do you know what that means hikari?/

"N-no, what does it mean?" I asked leaning forward in fascinated horror.

/I am not telling. That would ruin the surprise./ he jeered. I felt myself become detached from my body. I felt almost as if I could float away into nothingness. I watched on silently as I stood up and strode to the living room. My hands lifted the book back out of the backpack and began skimming through pages. 'I' stopped on a page.

/Now, isn't this interesting?/ Bakura stated, shock tainting his otherwise cool and calm voice. 'I' walked back into my room.

"What is it? What are you going to do?" I gasped, dread leaving a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach.

/Watch./ was his simple one-worded response. He began chanting something in a language I could only assume was Egyptian. A light burst from the Millennium Ring. I was thrown back into my own body, which was currently toppling over my dresser painfully. Bakura's laughter resounded again, but it did not come from everywhere like it had before. It sounded clear, as if… I stood to my feet, using the dresser for support. And it was a good thing I did too, because in front of me stood my exact duplicate, albeit a few inches taller, far more toned, and his eyes were different. He wore a striped t-shirt with a long black jacket. My knees buckled. It took every bit of strength I had to remain on my feet.

"Apparently your 'assistance' is no longer necessary my little hikari," Bakura stated calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked to me and smirked, beginning to close in on me. I backed away into a shadowed part of my room. My back hit something solid, and warm, and… breathing. Before I had a chance to scream a hand was pressed over my mouth, another wrapped around my torso, pining my arms to my sides, preventing me from running. I thrashed around madly, but it was pointless. I thought it was Bakura, but that was impossible. He was standing in front of me. 'What if there is two of him?' I thought frantically and panicked. Judging by the confused scowl on Bakura's face I figured he was as confused as I was. I gave another desperate lunge forward but was held still. Laughter radiated from behind me. My captor's chest vibrated with the deep menacing laughter. I shuddered involuntarily, paralyzed with horror.

"How did you come back? You were damned to the Shadow Realm." Bakura growled stepping forward, menacing fury flashing through his eyes. My heart had stopped beating, and I could not breath. Who came back from the Shadow Realm? I closed my eyes trying to fight down my horror induced tears from falling. 'Let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream.' I prayed.

"You assume that you are the only one who knows how to use the powers of the Millennium Ring? How like you. When I possessed this Ring-" at this he removed the arm from my torso and lifted the golden pendant that hung round my neck. I assumed it was a male, judging by his voice and flat chest. He dropped the Ring from his grasp, the item swinging back and bouncing off my chest, the spikes at the bottom making a jumbled wind chime like noise. "I sealed a part of my soul into the ring. Now, thanks to you, I am free and have a body of my own. I have to thank you for that Bakura." My captor's voice jeered. He began laughing again. I opened my eyes to see Bakura scowl and yet another step forward. Bakura now stood so close that I could see every detail of his menacing chocolate brown eyes. I swallowed hard and took in a jagged breath. A smirk soon replaced Bakura's scowl.

"I am afraid you are too late to destroy the Pharaoh, Marik. He is gone." Bakura smirked eerily.

"That is no longer what I seek. You see, I know every detail of what happened in the Pharaoh's memory world. I am here to collect the items and gain ultimate power." Marik retorted. My mind raced. Marik? How could he have sealed a part of his soul in the Ring? And wasn't his voice different? The wheels started turning in my head. This was not the Marik I knew. He was the evil darker half that Marik had created. I had never met him, I was in the Shadow Realm, or at least that is what Yugi said.

"It appears that there will be a problem. I have the same objective in mind." Bakura stated.

"Well then I assume me possessing the Millennium Ring will create quite a bit of difficulty." Marik stated. With that he lowered the hand from my mouth and jerked on the Millennium Ring, the leather strip snapping easily. "Sending you to the Shadows would be simple enough."

Bakura stiffened a bit, his smirk looking a bit forced. "Have you not learned? I cannot be destroyed." Bakura snarled. "Now, hand over the Ring Marik."

"Not a chance thief." Marik smirked dangling the ring in front of me, swinging it from side to side. 'This has to be a nightmare. Wake up wake up wake up wake up.' I pleaded inwardly trying again to break free. I took a breath planning on screaming. Before I could make a noise Bakura had cocked his head to the side and spoke.

"I would stay silent if I were you. We wouldn't want your father interfering now would we? That could be fatal on his part," Bakura jeered. I shut my mouth, another ton of lead dropped to my stomach. Bakura looked back up to Marik and frowned. "I suppose we can make a deal." Bakura offered confidently.

"And what do you have that would be worth this 'deal'?" Marik spat, clearly unamused.

"Simple. I know far more on this subject than you do." Bakura stated, Marik opened his mouth to say something but Bakura beat him to it "Plus, my hikari's father could track down each and every item, making finding them much easier."

Marik remained silent for a moment; I assumed that he was thinking over the offer. "Fine." He stated simply.

"Oh and the Millennium Ring is mine, it would not work for you unless you won it from me." Bakura stated, as if to show that he was the one in control. Marik's fist clenched, I could feel the irritation radiating from him. He was distracted. I took the opportunity and lunged forward as hard as I could, finally breaking his grip. I stumbled forward nearly falling. I started towards my door but was pulled back by the collar of my t-shirt. I spun around and came face to face with a tan, very toned teen with spiked sandy blonde hair. He wore a black sleeveless shirt with a long dark purple cloak, worn like a cape, and jeans. He sported a golden belt and a lot of gold jewelry. I looked him in the face, every bit of confidence fading at the sight of his malicious lilac eyes that danced with laughter.

"And where are you going?" Bakura sneered. I opened and shut my mouth unable to make a sound. I looked between Bakura and Marik and realized I was trapped. But what good would it do them to keep me around?

"I-I am l-leaving." I stated as clearly as possible yet my voice cracking and breaking on every syllable.

"Not without your father telling me where the other items are." Bakura stated, positioning himself between the door and me.

"He does not know where they are. He said so when he was talking about his trip." I stated relieved slightly. I could escape now and find Yugi or one of the others. I hoped that they would know something, anything that might help to stop these two.

Bakura scowled again, believing what I had said. "Then I suppose you are free to go." He stated, his voice full of mockery and malice. I cringed wanting to move towards the door. But a hand on my shoulder told me that I would not have my way.

"The kid is staying. He knows too much and he'll go and tell the Pharaoh's brat and his group everything." Marik stated. My heart fell to my feet. Not only had Atem's two greatest rivals returned, but now I was stuck with them on their quest to find the Millennium Items. I looked between the two and my shoulders dropped. Just hours ago I had wished I had been part of an adventure. I guess what they say is true. Be careful what you wish for.

Heh, well there is the first chapter. The more reviews I get the faster the chapters will come. I am going to ask a few questions that I would like you to answer. This will help me tremendously while writing the rest of the chapters.

1. Do you want this written in first current or third person? I honestly prefer writing it from first person POV but that is up to you guys. I know some people are annoyed by certain POVs.

2. Do you want yaoi?

3. Am I descriptive enough?

4. Does this seem off the wall random wth them coming back and having their own bodies, or is it believable?

5. Is this interesting?