A YuGiOh story! No EFFING way!
Yup! And an Anzu/Atemu at that! Oh jeeze... double KO.

Anyway! I figured I'd write this one because... well... good YGO stories are lacking. And rarer still are Yami/Atemu and Tea/Anzu ones. And this was one of my most treasured childhood shows. And I love Ancient Egypt. So, really. It had to be done.

It'll be a long one, so bear with me please! you wont be dissapointed! Hopefully...

And I better get this outta the way too: I don't own Yugioh. Not one bit.

Prologue

It was dark in this place. Too dark. Like a nightmarish fiend could appear out of the shadows and pull you in, never letting go.

It felt like death here. In fact, that feeling isn't far off.

This indeed was a place for death; a tomb. A very sacred tomb. One the gods themselves would hesitate to enter.

Even if light could reach here, it would not matter. It would be like a cloud, this dark. It covers everything. Even souls that dared to enter.

And in the midst of this overwhelming darkness, something stirred. Yes. It was once time again to awaken.

'Come shadow creatures.' A whisper of mixed voices cried out, 'Let us bring misery and destruction.' There were screams and wails of sorrow as the shadows took a form. 'Soon, you will be reunited with your opposite,' Then, a light broke through the dark. An ominous blue and red glow lit up a small area. 'And I'll have my revenge, oh pyramid of light.'

The shadow that took a shape dissolved and flew at the wall, then through it. It had left this place.

In the back of the tomb another form took shape, though it wasn't made of shadow, but of light. A soft one. It wasn't a soul, it wasn't anything. Just a form.

It weeped, for it seemed to know what the awakening of the shadow meant. And then it dissipated back into nothing. Back into the tomb.

Chapter 1

It had been two years since it had all ended. Two very long years. But good ones. There was no trouble anymore, well unless you call highschool trouble. But the gang was almost done. They were graduating this year and after that... well who knows?

Yugi was still the reining duel king, though taller, but him and Kaiba were pretty evenly matched. After the final battle, Yugi had gained the confidence he needed to keep going.

Tea had kept up with her dancing. Yugi had to admit she was really good. She even applied for scholarships in the U.S, though she has yet to hear back from them.
She was currently on Vacation there, in the States, checking out some of the schools, and she promised to bring back presents!

Joey and Tristan were pretty much still the same. Joey had gotten better at duel monsters, he had practiced quite a bit. Yugi had told him on more than one occasion that he could probably beat him if he kept it up. But he was usually pretty busy, nowadays, trying to fend off Tristan and Duke from getting near his little sister.

No one had heard much from Kaiba. Last anyone heard, he was busy trying to build his theme park along with Mokuba.

Bakura had been gone ever since the final battle. He left a note with Yugi only stating that he felt horrible for letting all of this happen to them. Yugi shook his head. Poor Bakura. No one had blamed him. They all knew it wasn't his fault. None of it had. It was the evil spirit that was responsible, and with that gone they all could have been really great friends.

But, other than that, everything was good. Normal. You know, the way it should be. No evil monsters trying to kill you, no evil tyrants trying to take over the world...

Ah. Normalcy. It was nice.

"Hey, Yug!" Yugi slowly came back to reality. "What is it, Joey?" A grin appeared on the blonds face. "Whaddya say about goin' to 'da arcade? You know, for old times sake." "Joey, we were there last week." Tristan broke his bubble. "Whatever! Point is, I wanna go. What about you two?" Yugi laughed. "Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun." Tristan sighed. "Well, if you two are going..." Joey slung an arm around his shoulder, "That's 'da spirit!" Tristan brought his cellphone out of his pocket and started to text. "I guess I'll just cancel my date with Serenity..." Joey's eyes narrowed and brought Tristan into a headlock. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Yugi stepped back out of the way. He knew Tristan was joking. He knew that if he had a real date, he would have gone rather than stay with them.

"Guys calm down. We'd better hurry to the arcade before it gets busy." The two of them separated. One was choking, the other satisfyed. "You're right. I call the pinball machine!" Tristan bolted off. "Not if I get 'der first!" Joey raced after him. Yugi sweat-dropped. "Wait! hold on guys! Don't leave me behind!"

Ugh. He felt so groggy and stiff, like he had been sleeping for far too long. And his head hurt too. Really bad. Not to mention it smelled old and stuffy. If he had known this was going to happen he would have kept his mouth shut. So, the next time someone asks him if he wants to go back he's going to say no. Flat out no. But it was too late now, he supposed. If he was feeling pain, or feeling at all for that matter, it meant he was alive. But where was he? And why couldn't he move? Oh... Crap. Bandages. Lots of bandages. Well, they were pretty old, right? They should probably just- Rip. Yup. His arms were free. The rest of him soon followed. When he had first opened his eyes they were dry and his vision blurry. He had to blink several times before they could see clearly. He looked around and then at himself. It appeared the gods didn't think clothing would be necessary. Figures. Regardless of his state of dress he'd gotten up and out of his sarcophagus. It felt really weird to be walking on legs that hadn't moved in over 3000 years, but the pushed that thought aside. He had to look for something. Something important. And then it appeared, but not where he expected. It appeared around his neck and slowly lowered until it rested on his belly, hanging by a sturdy rope. Ah. Much better.

He sat down where he stood, for his legs were weary, still not being used to walking around. And plus, the weight of the Millennium puzzle only added more stress. But he had no time for resting. He could do that when he got to where he had to go.

His hands wrapped around the puzzle and he shut his eyes. He had to concentrate. Hard. He would only be able to do this once. He had to get it right. It had to be somewhere he knew.

In his mind he pictured a small gaming shop. He focused on what a particular room looked like.

His brows furrowed. Almost...

And with a flash of light and a burst of air, he was gone.

Two security guards at the gates in the Valley of the Kings felt a chill go down their spines. "You too?" The other nodded. "Ya."