Notes: YuGiOh with a heavy dash of Jumanji setup. And yes it's confusing if you take the Memories arc as actual back-history. But really, that arc all happens in Yami's head. So, basically, disregard it and imagine that the entire series is a kind of pentalty game. XD

Boardgame.

He'd won. That thought resounded through Yuugi's head, unable and unwilling to find a place to fit in. After everything; after Pegasus, after Kaiba, after Malik and Bakura and the thrice-damned God Cards, he was losing his other self to his own history, and there was nothing Yuugi could do about it.

His other self was leaving, walking through the portal and into the company of his friends and priests. Yuugi clenched his fists to stop himself from calling out, from begging Atemu to stay. But now it was like the whole world was reflecting that feeling of wrong-ness, of discord. It was like static in the air, shivering around the edges of reality.

Ryou-kun stepped forward to stand by his side, watching the closing doors almost sadly. Yuugi was shocked when Ryou-kun took his hand, starting around to look at him wide-eyed.

"Sennen Heba," Ryou whispered softly, looking directly at Yuugi. And the world unraveled to the shouts and screams ringing in Yuugi's ears.

"NO!" Atem yelled, jerking back from the odd-looking senet board. He doubled over on his bed, clutching his head as three sets of memories struggled for equilibrium. The sa-Re Atem, little Yuugi, and mou hitori no Yuugi, all clashed uneasily in his head as he tried to sort out where and who he was.

"hnnNNg!"

Atem cracked an eye open, seeing Bakura leaning back against the wall, one hand gripping the bedcovers, the other pressed palm-first to his forehead as he grimaced.

The first instinctive flash of alarm came from the mou-hitori-no-Yuugi part that knew Bakura as a malevolent spirit. That only lasted a moment though, before Atem managed to reassert himself. "Bakura, daijoub-.. are you alright?" Japanese didn't exist now, and might never, if it were only a fabrication of the Game; going around using it would only be a bad habit.

The senet board had been knocked over and lay on it's side, the tokens scattered over the bed, thankfully no longer affixed to their spots. Atem's eyes flicked over Bakura's bare chest, noting the lack of the Thousand Year Ring. Atem's own Puzzle still hung around his neck, a weight of solid gold that lacked the air of malice it had in the Game.

"I, think so," Bakura said, shivering. Royal scribe and former thief(very former), not malevolent spirit. Had to keep that in mind, yes.

"Friend, beloved, you bring light to my heart and joy to my senses, but for the love of ma'at, when I tell you not to cheat at the mystical Game of Judgement, listen to me."

Sennen Heba - Millenium Game
mou hitori no Yuugi - Yami/other Yuugi
sa-Re - pharaoh/king