Why had he agreed to play this game in the first place? Upon thinking back, the rules were steep, and there was little reward for the winner. But what choice had he? He'd been backed into a corner by the same horrible creature Ryou had sacrificed his soul to save them all from. And here they were again, about to start another game. A shadow game, and an RPG. Yes, he'd been forced into playing an RPG with the same devil-ish creature as before. Why hadn't he refused? He should have refused.

"I'm not entirely evil, Pharaoh." Yami Bakura spat. In turn, the Pharaoh glared at the "dungeon master" knowing that couldn't mean anything good. "Oh no, I'll allow you to keep what few pitiful memories you have left." he said with a smirk. "You mean-" "That's right Pharaoh!" Bakura cut him off, "It's a Role-playing Game! Your Host will play his role quite well, not having any memory of who he was before being sealed into the game piece!" The largest, most evil smile imaginable was plastered onto Yami Bakura's face, as he said these words, knowing what effect it would have. "Oh, but don't worry, my Host isn't going to remember anything either. These game pieces have backstories, and THAT is what they will remember. Who they will think they are. You and I of course, will remember everything."

Yugi could feel Yami's shocked terror at the idea of it, but he stayed quiet, knowing that the game, in a way, had already been started. He knew they would get through it. They always did. He trusted his Yami completely.

"Did I touch a nerve?" Bakura said, that horrible smile still stretched across his face, "You can't back out of this now, Pharaoh! The game has already started!"

No, that couldn't have been. He looked around. It was. They were already in the Shadow Realm. Time was running out.

/Yugi? /

The idea of the game DID scare Yugi a little. Ok, a little more than a little. But, Yami hadn't remembered anything about himself when he first finished the Puzzle, right? Yami STILL didn't remember much about himself...So...so Yugi could do this. He could do this, for Yami. Even though the idea of forgetting everything made him sad, and scared, maybe even more than he realized at the time, he HAD to do this.

/We can do this, Yami! We can win this horrible game, and then...then we'll see each other again! /

He knew Yugi would be alright...he had to believe that he would be alright. That wasn't the idea that scared him most. The idea that scared him the most, was that Yugi wasn't going to remember who he was, and yet, he had to remain completely aware. He wasn't allowed to forget, and he knew that it was Yami Bakura's way of punishing him, not showing him mercy.

They both snapped back to reality upon hearing Bakura shout, "Are you ready?!"

Game Start.

That was the end of the chapter? No! Surely not...where was the "next chapter" button? When was this one published, anyways? 2004?! No chance of being updated, then. She sighed as she clicked off of the FanFiction tab, adding that to the long list of 'unfinished fan fiction that she actually really really would have liked to hear the rest of'. Why didn't they update them?

That was ok. She had several other YuGiOh stories she followed. Several.

She was obsessed with the show, possibly to an unhealthy level. She was stereo typical, and she knew it. Her name? Hannah. In her mind, the most overused girls name in name history. She MUCH preferred to go by one of her Cosplay or Role-play names. Oh yeah, she was an "otaku". That means she loved anime, and Japan. Why? She had always thought that was a difficult question...she didn't really KNOW why. Maybe she was a reincarnation of a proud Japanese person. Or maybe she was just drawn to the culture by nature. Something like that.

She had stumbled across the anime world much later in her life than most "Otaku" people these days did. Nearly 14. She instantly fell in love with the storytelling, and the music, and the entire culture. As for Yu-Gi-Oh?

She hadn't watched it as a child. Everyone thought that was odd, but she didn't care. "I wouldn't have understood this when I was 7 anyways..." She thought to herself. She had found it now, that that's what mattered. Obsessed? Yes, she was VERY obsessed. She had always been an obsessive person, but this series had really pulled her in. She loved the characters, the story, she even liked the English Dub, to a certain point.

She cosplayed the characters. She Role-played the characters. She made her own Millennium Items. If there was a word for "Insanely obsessed more than seemingly humanly possible" it would fit here.

"Ryou Bakura is online" Skype decided to tell her suddenly. She jumped in surprise and joy at the fact that one of her Role-play friends got online. It was almost time for another long Role-play session! It was summer so they could all stay up later than normal!

"Yami Bakura is online", Skype alerted her. Another good friend!

"Duke Devlin is online" Just in time! This was going to be amazing! She looked for some music to get her in character, the volume on her headphones probably dangerously loud. She was alone in her bedroom, but it didn't bother her since she was talking to several of her friends online. She turned off the lights, reaching, standing on the very tips of her toes to reach the little string hanging from her ceiling fan. "Curse being short!" she thought. With the light off she could see the computer screen better. The darkness of the room didn't bother her either. She was too concentrated on her computer screen to notice the rest of the room anyways.

She jumped. Something...touched her hair? No...That was silly. Nothing touched her, she was in her room all alone, after all. She had really short hair, and headphones over it, so maybe that was it. A cold rush of air... "This stupid house is haunted." She decided, paying it little attention as she was more concerned about what was going on in her Role-play session. This kind of stuff happened all the time, right? Cold air where it didn't belong. Feeling a presence? Hundreds of people said that kind of stuff happened, so it wasn't anything special. Besides that, nothing ever came of it...no strange "paranormal" stuff happened, beyond that. Which, she wouldn't have minded if it did...she kind of liked the paranormal.

She opened her eyes? Computer? Oh...OH! Oh yeah...she was Roleplaying...What time was it? Her computer clock showed 4AM. Oops...she was drifting off at her computer...she clumsily made her way back to her bed, bumping into several things along the way. Why were you always loudest when you were trying to be quiet!? She wondered, as a passing thought. She grabbed her phone, feeling sleep wash over her before she was even IN her bed. Laying her phone beside her, she finally drifted off for good, hoping to dream of something Yu-Gi-Oh related.