Havelock won by virtue of being the only voter. So here's number one. If anyone wanted another version, they can write it themselves.

Chapter 3

Bakura can't hold in his screams as the world spins around him. Shadow Magic is pouring out of him, mingling with Mehh – no, Saxon's item. He can feel his stomach churning and is suddenly grateful he hadn't eaten recently. He forces his eyes closed, hoping to throw off the feeling of disorientation caused by the foreign magic.

All of a sudden it stops and the change throws Bakura off balance. He instinctively throws his hand out, and presses it against a nearby wall to keep from falling. He concentrates on calming his stomach. Is this supposed to happen?

Cautiously, he opens his eyes. The first thing he notices is the ground, a solid block of grayish white stone. Limestone, perhaps, though it isn't nearly as shiny as limestone is supposed to be. But that can be explained by the layer of dirt covering it. Small, shiny, cylindrical objects are strewn about, along with shards of something transparent and sharp.

The wall he is leaning on also appears to be stone. Its colored yellow, though dents in it show that, underneath, the stone was actually white. They are between two buildings, Bakura realizes. To one side is a solid wall, but to the other he can see people walking back and forth. Near the entrance to the alley Bakura can see the Master, examining his magic device.

"Did it break?" Bakura questions.

The surprise in Mehh – Saxon's (why did that man change his name again?) – eyes is quickly squashed. "It must have. It brought us to the wrong place and time."

"So you can't deliver what you promised?"

"I can, but I'll have to revise the plan." Saxon says. "First, I'll have to get you clothes that will allow you to blend in. It appears to be winter, here."

Bakura nods. Looking out of the alley, he can see the Master's reasoning behind those strange clothes. It seems as if everyone wears something similar.

He keeps himself amused by watching the people, while Mehhur fetches Bakura's clothes. He takes note of where people walk. They avoid the large metal beetles and only walk across the painted, black stone at a certain signal. Stranger yet, people talk to themselves. Sometimes he catches a gleam of metal near their ears and wonders if the object talks back. A couple of kids walk by with a large metal object that blasts music along with other people's conversations. Not even Mehhur's – Saxon's – memories help him sort everything out.

He only realizes that Saxon had taken a while to get back when he realizes the sun is disappearing in the sky. The crowd has dwindled to a few people here and there. There should have been sufficient time for Mehhur to find a few clothes!

Idly, he considers summoning Diabound to find the other man. It occurrs to him that he doesn't know if such a thing is possible, so far away from home. Bakura's Dia-diank still rests on his arm, so all he needs was an isolated location to avoid unwanted attention should Diabound appear.

But that can wait, Bakura tells himself firmly. The first thing to do is to find sufficient shelter to wait out the night. Its obvious that Saxon isn't coming back.

As if summoned by Bakura's thoughts, Mehhur arrives. The man walks towards Bakura with a thin bag hanging from his hands. Through it, Bakura can see the promised clothing.

Of course he comes when I'm about to leave. Instead of saying this, however, Bakura simply scowls. "What took you so long?"

"I needed money to pay for the clothes. Getting it was more difficult that anticipated."

Bakura doesn't know what money is, though he does understand it facilitates trade. Money, he guesses, was sort of like wheat or copper which can be traded for almost anything. Even if the person you offered it to doesn't need it, they knew they could trade it for something else. "If you can't trade for it, then steal it."

The withering scorn Mehhur directs at him tells Bakura enough. But the thief holds his tongue since Mehhur still holds Bakura's new clothes and Bakura's transportation back to Kemet. Bakura merely stares back, unwilling to back down from the Master's gaze. Its a challenge and Bakura's pride wouldn't let him back down from that.

"Well the," the Master grins. Bakura narrows his eyes, wondering if this is a new sort of game. But Mehhur merely continues, "Let's find some place you can change into these."

They manage to find a public restroom not to far away. Bakura learns to use the lock so that the door stays closed and struggles into the foreign clothing. Buttons, he quickly decides, are far more trouble than they're woth. But since the pants won't stay up without them, Bakura has to resign himself to learning how to use them.

The pants themselves are strange. He can feel the material wrapping around his legs but they are surprising mobile considering how they look. The shirt isn't as bad. He's worn tunics as a kid and the shirt is just a shorter version of that. He remembers what Mehhur said about the tags and manages not to wear it backwards.

"Satisfied?" Bakura demands, stepping out of the bathroom for the tenth time. Several times, Mehhur has taken issue with some detail that would alert someone to his strangeness. At this point, Bakura would declare his love to the Pharaoh's priestess if it got him away from here.

"Good enough." Mehhur decides with a glare at Bakura's hair. Most people, Bakura remembers, don't have their hair so tangled in this time and place. Nor did they allow it to be coated in nearly as much sand as Bakura had. But that can't be helped.

Mehhur has secured a hotel room for them. As soon as they arrive he heads straight for the shower. Bakura, in the mean time, decides to examine the lights hanging from the ceiling. A quick flick of a finger and the lights turn on and off. He's seen something similar in Mehhur's mind but seeing it in person is amazing. Mehhur's still in the shower, but that doesn't really matter. Its time to start exploring.

There are several businesses in Domino City, but none are suited to the Master's purpose. The best one, he decids, would be Kaiba Corp. It is the the only major corporation whose CEO lived in Domino City. The problem is that Kaiba Corp is a gaming company specializing in virtual reality games and holographic projections for a children's trading card game.

The Master regrets that the vortex manipulator didn't fizz out a decade in the past. Back then, Kaiba Corp had specialized in weapons, a field that would have been more than suitable. The Master is sure he could come up with some way to conquer the world through trading cards. He's already gotten elected as Prime Minister of England through cell phones. Well, that and some heavy campaigning. And quick elimination of the people who hadn't been brainwashed. But if cell phones were usable than so are card games.

He definitely has to find a way to brainwash Seto Kaiba into giving him a high level job. The Master has no resume he could get Kaiba to accept either way. He also knows that it's a good idea to know something about the company he would be working for. And since a trading card game, Duel Monsters, is Kaiba Corp's most memorable market, that is what the Master has to learn about. He begins to research the more memorable aspects of Duel Monsters and the powerful cards.

Bakura wanders over as he's doing that, obviously curious about the computer. He watches as the Master familiarizes himself with a few of the better known cards.

"Is that Mahad?"

"It's unlikely you'd recognize anything." the Master answers.

"It is!" Bakura declares, outraged. "I'd killed him right before we left. How did he manage to escape?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Mahad!" Bakura points at the Dark Magician picture on the screen, face twisted in rage. "He was dead. His ka had been sealed away in stone! It is impossible for him to be here."

"According to Ishizu Ishtar, the game was based off of ancient Egyptian tablets. It's probably just a coincidence." Whatever the thief is talking about anyway. The Master knows the ka is a part of the soul. How would anyone seal a soul in stone?

"It isn't." Bakura hisses. "The colors are right, except the face of course. And I can recognize others too. There's Battle Ox."

Amazingly, the thief has gotten the name right even without being able to read the card. But a game is just a game, even if it has existed for three thousand years. The Master will allow Bakura to tell him what he knew, but this isn't going to change his plans. Even if Bakura believes one of the cards is a long dead rival.

AN: Okay. A very slow chapter but at least I've given Bakura some proper modern clothes. And a hotel room. I've got the story plotted out to a degree but I haven't figured out how they solve their everything yet. Time Agent!Kisara is going to be making an appearance. And the Doctor's also going to be hitching a ride. And Ryou Bakura (somewhat). Obviously the Kaiba brother's will show up at some point. I toyed with the idea of adding Jack Harkness but I really don't have room to squeeze him in either. I already dropped Yugi, Tea, Joey and Tristan. There were just to many characters to focus on with them around. As it is I want to get rid of the Master. I really don't know how to write him at all.

And I realized that, for my plot to work, the story can't be post-Battle City. I need Ryou Bakura to have the Ring and, after Battle City, Yugi managed to keep a hold of it for a while. So it's pre-Battle City but post-Duelist Kingdom. Yami Bakura's in the Ring but he's not active since he doesn't have a good opportunity to grab the Millennium Puzzle.

Also, I accidently wrote this in past tense so I had to switch it all to present tense. So if some of the tense are off, that's why.