Author's Note: HELLS YES, THE FIRST FIC IN THIS CROSSOVER SECTION! (dances happily) So this has been bothering me to be written for a while, and with Tysonkaiexperiment's encouragement, I just went ahead and wrote it. Incomplete so far, but I know what I want to happen, so you'll just have to deal with it lol

Disclaimer: I no own! Dammit...

Summary: Atem/Yuugi, hinted Josh/Neku; In the afterlife, Atem is nothing without Yuugi. With Horus' help, the once Pharaoh makes a deal with the devil of Shibuya. Rebirth is not the only thing on the line this time. His entry fee? Yuugi's memories.

Ghost Love Score

Part One

When the Nameless Pharaoh stepped through those doors into the Field of Reeds, surrounded by his friends and family, he knew he had made the wrong choice. For Atem, his afterlife was meant to be with his father, his friends, his Gods. But for Yami no Yuugi, his life was with Yuugi. His happiness was with Yuugi. And now they were one person, so he expected to feel torn between these two different parts of his one self.

It was quite the opposite, actually.

He allowed his friends to hug him, tentatively returning a few with a saddened smile, but when it came time to speak with his father about what was to happen next, Atem side-stepped the Pharaoh and faced the Egyptian Gods.

Horus, the god with a falcon head, gazed at Atem with something like an amused grin. When Atem knelt before him and the other gods, Horus laughed loudly, the cawing sound echoing in the abyss around them. All the gods gathered gazed at their most loyal servant with respect.

"My Gods," Atem began, keeping his ruby eyes focused on the ground below him, "I must ask you this favor."

"You are named for the god Atum, young boy," Ptah's voice reverberated in his ears. "Act like it."

Atem climbed to his feet and met the gaze of the Gods head on, ignoring the sound of Seth hissing at him to step back. "I wish to return to the mortal realm."

"What?" Osiris' gaze made Atem flinch, but he didn't step away. "You have no body, it is naught but ash and bone. You have no purpose any longer. You have done your duty to your gods."

"Exactly." This seemed to raise a few metaphorical eyebrows. "I did as you asked, everything I was told to do and then some. I gave up my memories, my name, to combat the shadows and was your pawn in the game of chess." Atem took a deep breath, standing at his full height of 5'6'' and still managing to appear like the king he once was. "I wish to be able to live my life. To enjoy it without Gods' wishes or wills orchestrating my every move."

"Unfortunately, dearest one," Hathor spoke, "we cannot do that. What was once our powers is no longer."

"Only in a card game can we show ourselves any longer."

"But you are my Gods." Atem's voice waivered. His hands which had been clenched into fists in determination were slacking, trembling. "Who else can I turn to for this?"

Horus stepped forward, offering his hand. "I think I know just the person."

Osiris scoffed, "You surely can't mean –"

"Oh but I do." Somehow, Atem just knew Horus was smirking. "He's the perfect person to go to."

"A person?"

Horus waved Atem's concerns away and gazed at his fellow gods. "If I can get him to say yes, do you give Atem your blessing?"

The feminine gods seemed to agree almost immediately, and it took a bit to get Ptah to agree, however the one holding them back was Osiris. The god of the afterlife was the one they truly needed approval from as this was generally his department. Finally Osiris said, "Take him to the angel and see if he even agrees. Then come back and speak to me."

Horus nodded, and motioned towards Atem's speechless family. "Don't you wish to speak with them?"

Atem took in their gaping forms and nodded. "Of course, but later. I shall speak to them when I feel less anxious."

The god nodded and took Atem by the arm, leading him to a door that appeared in the nothingness as if it was always there, just waiting to be acknowledged. The door was ornate, carved with images of angels and cherubs, guarding the other side from some unknown, unseen evil.

The falcon head went through open the door, revealing another form of nothingness, this one all black. Not a sign of light anywhere. "Through here is the path to the Under Ground. Our friend affectionately calls it the UG, and sometimes when he's feeling really creative, Hell." Atem raised an eyebrow.

"We're making a deal with the devil?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

The Composer of Shibuya wasn't necessarily the devil, however he had many people convinced he was worse. He appeared no older than Yuugi, dressed in clothing that would indicate he was nothing more than a normal teen living in the Shibuya ward of Tokyo. However when he greeted Horus with a snide smirk, twirling a strand of hair around his finger, Atem knew this …god was a lot more than what he appeared.

"Horus, it's been a while." The voice was melodic but had a tint of arrogance, fitting of one who has held power for an extended period of time. "Whatever can I do for you, my friend?"

The Egyptian God motioned to Atem, "This is the Pharaoh that we set all our hopes on." When purple eyes rested on Atem, the spirit knew that any agreement with this 'god' would have to be followed through completely. He was the type of person who invented loopholes and enjoyed exploiting them as much as possible.

"Ah yes," the Composer nodded and took a few steps closer as if to get a good look at him. "The famed nameless pharaoh." After a full surveillance, he hummed to himself. "Whatever can I do for you?"

"I wish to live once more. I want to be able to live without the gods dictating every move."

The Composer nodded. "Of course, however there's a couple issues here." He raised up a finger, counting off two snags Horus hadn't mentioned during their trip. "One: You died over three thousand years ago, so a new body would have to be constructed; Two: You didn't die within the Shibuya boundaries, so your spirit isn't in my jurisdiction." The Composer's smirk widened into something almost terrifying. "Luckily for you, I don't tend to follow the rules.

"To come back to life, you have to beat a game, my 7 days long game. My Game requires a price to be paid and that price is your most precious possession. If you lose the game, you lose the price and the chance to come back. You win, your price is returned to you and a life shall be granted."

"What's my price?"

"Memories."

"What? Why memories?"

The Composer tutted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You didn't let me finish. Your price is your dear partner's memories of you."

"Aibou's memories?" Atem shook his head slowly in denial. "Why? He isn't here, you have no power over him."

"'Aibou' huh?" the Composer pondered the word under his breath slightly. "No, he may not be present, but his memories of you are your greatest treasure. As long as he remembers you, for him you still exist. Lose the game, your 'aibou' loses his memories of you." He closed his eyes. "It's all or nothing here, little Pharaoh.

Those purple eyes snapped open, a telling glimmer in their orbs. "Besides, you're the King of Games, are you not?"

TBC

Please tell me what you think. I'm really looking forward to hearing what you all have to say about this odd crossover. Until next time!