Chapter 1:

Millennium Newspaper

(I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I do own Yo-Gi-Oh)

Yami was slumping around the house one day when Yugi looked up from the newspaper. "Hey, Yami!" he cheered, "They made a movie about us!"

"WHAT!?" gasped Yami, rushing over to Yugi's side and shoving his face in the newspaper, almost knocking Yugi over. "YO-GI-OH!? I'M NOT YO-GI-OH!!!!"

"What?" puzzled Yugi, looking at him peculiarly. Yugi looked down at the movie showings again and pointed to the listings for the downtown cinema. "Look, Yami, it's says Yu-Gi-Oh! See?"

Yami shifted his gaze to where Yugi was pointing, but then thrust his index finger at the listings of a smaller theater. "But look! That one says Yo-Gi-Oh!"

Yugi looked to where he was pointed. "That's peculiar." He smiled childishly. "We should cut these out and save them!" Yugi smiled to empty space. Opening his eyes, Yugi saw that Yami was no longer starring at the newspaper. Looking around, Yugi spotted Yami slumped over against the wall, his arms limp between his legs, looking blankly at the opposite wall. "They called it Yo-Gi-Oh...."

Yugi raised an eyebrow at his Yami (oO?). Yugi stood up and stood directly in front of the spot of the wall he was starring at. "What's wrong, Yami?"

Yami looked up at Yugi, looking almost upset, then down at his hands. "Yugi, I'm 5000 years old. When spirits reach this time in their lives, they look back on their containment and ponder what good they have done in their lives."

Yugi was looking at Yami like he had spiked his hair and bleached it. Oh, wait, he had. Laughing slightly to himself, Yugi replied, "But you were an Egyptian pharaoh, you've done lots of great things."

"How do you know that!?" Shouted Yami, leaping up onto his feet. "You've heard of the Israelites! I had slaves! I used black magics! I sealed my wife in a pyramid! Banished people to a word of darkness! Haven't you read the manga, I'm evil! I'm evil and I'm living inside a child!" Yami was starring down at his hands again and then at the millennium puzzle. "I fought wars. I drove out people trying to rule the world their own way. How would you know that they would've ruled it better than me!?"

Yugi had gone as white as a sheet. "But, Yami, you saved my grandpa. You've saved our friends. You've helped us all survive. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. You're a good person."

Yami scowled at the small boy. "I'm alive because I protected myself. We were in all those situations because of me and I got us out of them."

"What are you saying?" asked Yugi concerned. "That you don't want us here?"

"No!" recovered Yami quickly. "I just don't want my past clinging to me. I want to do something useful. I want to be known. No one knows who that pharaoh locked away in a temple devoted to him and his evil is. I want to be someone new." Yami started walking back into the living room.

"But how will you do that, Yami?" asked Yugi, slightly frazzled and trying to keep Yami in sight.

"Don't call me Yami. I'll start fresh with a new name!" Yami cried triumphantly.

"But... But what? You can't change who you are. You're Yami, an ancient Egyptian pharaoh. You're the king of games." stuttered Yugi.

"Not anymore!" grinned Yami. "I'll be something else. Something cooler. Something that people will remember for centuries to come. Something that they won't forget!" Looking down at the newspaper again, Yami smirked and ripped out the page with the movie listings. "This newspaper has granted me a vision. If they're going to call me Yo-Gi-Oh, then Yo-Gi-Oh I shall be!"

Holding the newspaper page like it was the world cup, Yami stood there and took in the power of his decision. Yugi had tripped on the stair into the living room and was looking up at Yami from his spot on his knees. "Yo-Gi-Oh?"