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Chapter 4: Assuming Control

Moonlight spilled over the bedroom, a young child sleeping in his bed, a soft smile on his face. For a moment he giggled, the sound slightly muffled by the thick comforter he was under, rolling over onto his side as he did so. Whatever dream he was having, it was surely a pleasant one, nothing in the world bothering him as he slept on, the dream world holding his attention and the real world being still and insignificant as he slept on.

Akefia sat cross-legged on the floor, watching this little boy with his face almost completely covered by his pure white hair. Even Akefia's hair was not such a shade, the slightest tinge of gray to it. It was a little bit of a marvel, something so clean and dare he say it, pure? Ryou looked to be in every way an innocent, untouched by the world around him, clean in body and soul and obviously harmless.

It was the last thing he had expected when he had searched for a host. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. The boy didn't seem what he had imagined when he had thought about taking over a human for his revenge. What could this little boy do to help him against a being like Zork?

It had been only a few days since he had first met the boy in Ryou's Soul Room. Though the experience had not been anything very interesting, just playing with the boy as he babbled at him in his incomprehensible language, it had certainly been insightful in its own way. There was something oddly familiar about him, as if in a way he had always known this boy. While he did not think much of the squirt, somehow he just felt comfortable with him. Perhaps it was only because of all of the years he had spent alone, no one interacting with him other than the mortals he had limited control over or Shadi, but to have someone look at him and not see through him to focus on something else was certainly a good change of pace.

Sadly, it had not seemed to last. It was as if the moment in the Soul Room had not happened. Oh yes, they were still joined, that much Akefia could tell, but Ryou no longer seemed aware of his presence. Once they had both been back in the real world, it was as if he was just as invisible to his host as he was to other human beings. The boy passed him by completely, not looking at him or talking to him as he went about his days in his home as a carefree child.

The family was rather typical, even to Akefia. Dr. Bakura seemed to have two children, Ryou and a younger girl he assumed was the man's daughter along with a wife. It was guesswork on his part who they were, as he couldn't understand a word they were saying. Still the familiarity they had with one another was easy enough to speculate on as he watched them.

He had been able to understand Dr. Bakura when he had been in Egypt, familiar with the Arabic language the people of Akefia's homeland now spoke, but it seemed he did not speak it here. He supposed it was just as well that Ryou was not aware of him in this case. What could he even do if the boy didn't know anything he was saying?

He told himself to be patient. He could pick up their language with enough time. He was already starting to recognize certain words, hearing them over and over. While he had figured out no meaning to any of them, it was still the first step in learning. All he had to do was observe them and wait, something he was probably going to be forced to do anyway.

It had occurred to him that he had spent so much time thinking about how to escape the tomb Shadi had kept him in, he had never considered his options much after that. Centuries had passed, and he was really no closer to killing Zork than he had been when he had first been trapped with him in the Ring. He was going to have to start thinking soon. He needed a plan, and he wasn't entirely sure what the next step was.

Well, no, that was not true. He knew what he needed to do. He had to find the Pharaoh. But how to do that, or what was going to happen afterward was not very clear to him. The last time they had faced off, they had both been trying to kill one another. He didn't think the former king would be keen on sharing the secrets with him on how he had defeated Zork. It was going to be hard gaining his trust, especially since there was so much animosity between them.

In his own mind, he still hated the Pharaoh. Whether Zork had used Akhenaden or not, the people of his village had been killed and used as a sacrifice to create the Millennium Items on the order of the royal family. And the Pharaoh had shown no remorse over their loss.

"The wicked must be punished," he hissed, anger dripping from his voice. It must have been nice, the world being so black and white for the king, ruling over his land with an iron fist. He'd never had to worry about starvation or finding a place to sleep or-

"Stop it," he muttered, trying to keep his thoughts from going in such a direction. Whatever problems he might have had with him, Akefia still needed him to have his revenge against Zork. While he didn't particular like it, he could accept the fact he needed to work with him to do away with a common enemy.

Before all of that of course, he still needed to locate him. Where the Puzzle was now was anyone's guess, and he needed to start looking.

How he would find him was another story. In Ryou's body, he was severally limited. Maybe even more so than before. He could possess humans to a small degree when had been without a host, yet the ability seemed impossible to him now. An attempt to snatch the father's mind had proven that, not a damn thing happening when he had tried.

It had been after the morning of their merging. The boy had awoke, slipped the Ring on and was getting ready for his day. Akefia had simply sat there, waiting to be noticed, to be seen, to even be babbled at again in that crap the boy spewed out. Ryou had turned, stared at the spot the thief was long enough for Akefia to try to say something, then walked right through him to grab his shirt.

He had been expecting much more than that. It seemed wrong that he could not be seen or noticed by even his destined host. Something in him told him that it wasn't right, that their bond should have been stronger than that. To be sure, he had even checked to see if their Soul Rooms were still connected, and sure enough they were still just as strongly linked as they had been the night before.

Deciding then that Ryou was truly useless to him, he had decided to forget about the small child and just go back to focusing on the father. A few suggestions planted in his mind, and he could convince the man to take the Ring back, head to Egypt, and help Akefia in his revenge.

Nothing had happened. Not a damn thing.

He was not even sure how many times he tried, following the man around insistently and demanded to be listened to. No indication was ever given that he had been noticed, nor that the mortal heard a single mental suggestion. His mind stayed locked away from Akefia's control, and by the day was out, the Thief King was incredibly frustrated that he could not shatter something just to ease some of his tension.

He tried to comfort himself with the fact he was at least able to wander the house. Ryou was never without the Ring, something which forced him to stay in the boy's general area but it did not matter too much, as he did not ever leave the house. The farthest he ever wandered was to the back yard to play with the little girl who lived there. Akefia had more than enough range to explore as he saw fit, though without the ability to move anything around, his searching was limited. He could slip in Dr. Bakura's office and look over anything that was in plain view, but while he could move the Millennium Ring, nothing else in the real world would react to his touch, passing through his fingers as easily as if he simply did not exist. It was severely limiting his ability to find any possible leads quickly.

Looking over the boy, he sighed softly. He did not see how this situation was in any way to his favor. But then, he was used to that. Life had never wanted to give him a fair shake. He had to make his own rules, figure out things for himself, no matter how hard it was. If all he had was his sheer determination, he would just have to make due with that. There was nothing else for it.

Staring at the boy determinedly, he began to think. The child was his host. And while there was not much he could do in such a body, it was not as if there was nothing he could accomplish. Ryou could be of some use to him, however small it was.

He had been told that he would link body and soul with his host; that he'd be able to merge with him. He could only assume it meant taking over his body and in order to guide his actions. Ryou was asleep and had soundly been so for several hours. He didn't know how much resistance he might have put up normally, but while unconscious it could not be very much. This might just be the opportunity he needed to fully test his bond with the boy.

Akefia had expected it would have taken a few trials and errors to shift his mind into the body. It had taken some practice to learn how to mold other minds to his will, and even then, the most he could do was give powerful suggestions. It was closer to making them want to do what he wanted more than directly controlling them. Certain individuals were easier than others, the shop keeper having a weak enough will that the dead thief had been able to keep him under his thrall for a while with little to no effort.

However when he reached for the boy, in his mind, he seemed to instinctively know what to do. The Ring was underneath of the boy's pillow, a strange habit he had started since he had gotten the thing, and Akefia focused on it. He could feel, more than see, a small lock inside of the boy's mind. He grinned. This was his specialty, something he could have done with his eyes closed.

'Don't break it.'

He blinked, wondering where that thought had come from. It had not been his own voice in his head, a younger one. It sounded almost like Ryou, though a bit harsher... but he didn't know the boy's language. How could Ryou have spoken to him? Ignoring the odd occurrence, he felt the lock in his mind, slowly examining it. It seemed as if it was a simple design, but this was more than just a physical lock, it represented the kid's mind. He wondered how easy it was going to be to actually get in.

His eyes closed, he concentrated as his mind fiddling with it. He slowly began to work it over, trying to open it delicately, easing it loose. There was so little resistance... it was almost as if he wasn't trying to pick it at all, as if he was meant to open it. Like he was the key, a rightful partner to this lock instead of a foreign element trying to get in without having the right to.

The metal barrier unfastened itself soon enough, the lock dealt with and taken care of. Akefia opened his eyes, and when he did, so did Ryou's.

Akefia groaned softly, suddenly a little tired. Blinking a couple times, he stared up at the ceiling from where he was laying. He felt heavy and slugging, odd really. Wait... when had he laid down?

Sitting up immediately, he looked down at himself. Dressed in soft pajamas and underneath a comforter, he looked down at the slightly pudgy hands of Ryou Bakura. Lifting them, he inspected them slowly, turning them over and stared. Flexing them in the dim light, he swallowed, feeling the wet and tight sensation in his throat.

He... he was inside of Ryou. No, that was not it. He was Ryou. He could feel everything with such clarity, every single thing. The warmth of the blanket around his hips, the way his clothes were resting on his small frame, the slight chill of the room, even the way his eyes felt heavy seemed so intense and fresh to him.

He had been dead for a long time, for a long, long time. Most of his sense had left him, no longer able to feel, smell or even taste. Sight and hearing had been all he'd had, his spirit seeming aware, but the more physical things had long since been torn away from him. Everything was crashing down on him now, sensations he had been unable to feel for so long suddenly just there and demanding his full attention.

He gasped, his throat seeming unable to remember how to draw in breath, almost gagging him. He tangled his hands into his hair and tugged while shaking his head, desperately forcing himself to try to remember how to do something as simply and basic as breathing. The odd sensation of the air being pulled into his lungs burned and tickled at the same time, oxygen traveling in a passage he'd not had for centuries. He found himself coughing, a weak and wheezing sound escaping him as he fought to control himself. Eyes watered and he blinked several times, unaccustomed to the horrible sting of tears. His whole body felt itchy and tight, feelings baring down on him and almost suffocating him. He flailed, crying out and catching at the blankets, falling almost immediately and crashing onto the floor.

The hurricane of sensations died almost immediately as pain erupted in his skull, still there but now much more subdued due to the ache pounding at his head.

Well, that had been graceful.

He laid on the floor for a while, starting to calm down. His head was smarting a little from his landing, physical pain something he was no longer used to, but it hadn't been too bad. It felt sharp on his skull, but he knew he was fine. It was already starting to throb less and less, barely anything to worry about. He'd gotten worse when he'd first tried to learn how to walk as a child.

Sitting up, he felt the thick blanket on his head, mostly covering his sight. Tearing the heavy material away, he glanced at the door. He didn't hear anything, the house still silent and dark. Seemed as if he had not drawn the attention of anyone else in the house. Well, at least there was that.

It seemed as if he'd gotten through his moment of shock easily enough. In retrospect, he probably would have been fine if he had stayed calm. Already he was starting to get used to the feelings of his body, the feel of hair on his neck, the way his eyes watered if he didn't blink often enough, the small sensations he had ignored when alive where already starting to fade in the background again. If he had just sat and let himself get through it, he probably could have avoided a meeting with the floor.

The shock had been sudden though. He had not expected this, not at all. Forcing others into his bidding was different than this. He was merely guiding them, as if looking over their shoulder and telling them what to do in a project. This was something different entirely. He wasn't just controlling Ryou. He was him, in his body, in his soul, in his mind. It was if this body was his own.

He sat in the bundle of blankets and just let himself experience it all. His hands rubbed together slowly, the touch of skin against skin fascinating him. If he had thought he would have felt cramped in the boy's body, he certainly wasn't. Everything responded perfectly, as if he had always been here. His usual height and size mattered little, now in the space of this little boy and finding it to be a perfectly fine fit.

His hands were rubbing a little harder now, generating heat between his palms. Looking down at them, he wondered if he could just sit here the entire night in the cool darkness and enjoy this body that was now, in a way, his.

No, he had work to do. The boy was his vessel, his host. There was no time to dawdle. The longer he had control and just sat here, the shorter amount of time he had to search Dr. Bakura's office. He needed clues, and he wanted to act quickly. Standing up, his hand dove under the pillow and grasped the Millennium Ring before slipping it over his head and around his neck. That done, he looked around, trying to find something that could help him.

There were some materials on the boy's small desk, a bit of clay, and some wire. Scattered around where crudely made figured, much like the ones in the boy's Soul Room, though these were much more poorly made. Well, everything was always more pronounced in one's soul. It was more about the imagination and feelings the kid had than actual physical skill. Ignoring the statues, he grabbed a bit of wire. It was no where near the whole satchel of tools he had once possessed, but it would do.

Sneaking out of the room with the grace the boy never could have pulled off on his own, Akefia made his way through the hallway and down the stairs, taking his time as to not to fall. The last thing he needed was to accidentally snap the boy's neck and kill him. What a wasted effort it would have been to finally find his host after years and to end his life within a few days by accident?

It felt comfortable, to be sneaking around in the shadows again. It was like being acquainted with a friend he had long since lost contact with, but had never stopped caring about, had never stopped missing. He felt an eagerness as he slipped to the locked entrance of the office, a simple wooden door keeping him from his prize. So much easier than most places he had broken into. He peered at the lock for a minute, the design new to him, but he didn't think it would take long. He'd spent a few hours already looking at it when Ryou had been doing nothing worth observing. He'd seen his father open it and secure it with a key, the shape different than keys he was used to, but he had a feeling the mechanics were close enough that he would be able to figure it out.

Taking the wire, he poked and prodded a little, playing with it for a while. He could feel the resistance, not unlike the mental barrier he'd taken down not long ago. Of course, this one was offering up more resistance than the other, but not enough for it to make much of a significant difference. He could still feel it slowly giving way, the turning of small gears as he twisted and prodded, trying to find the spot that would finally give in and grant him access.

He grinned widely when he finally heard a small click, knowing he had accomplished his task. Quickly scurrying inside, he close the door behind him, looking for the little tiny lever on the wall which would give him light. There had to be one around, they were all over the rest of the house. Finally he noticed one close to the door. Reaching for it, he gave a sudden frown when he realized he could not reach it.

Growling, he placed a palm flat on the wall, standing on his toes and stretching his other arm, trying to reach it. His finger just barely pushed it up before he gave a sudden shout as he lost his balance, falling on his ass.

"For the love of-!" Ancient curses left the boy's mouth, in a language Akefia was sure he had never spoken before. He sat there for a moment, frustrated by this puny little body when he could have had a perfectly good and fully sized man who had a key and DAMMIT, why did his life have to suck so much?

Sighing softly, he sat in the now well lit room, his chin resting on his hand. Life was undignified, there was no escaping it. It seemed he would be fated to be the joke of whatever god was watching over him, and surely this had to be one of the god's faults, because this could not just be a bad set of circumstances. The odds just weren't that badly stacked against him, at least not unless it was deliberate, in which case there had to be a god involved leaving the deceased thief sure that somewhere, someone was laughing at his expense right now.

Standing up, he patted himself off and looked around. Bookshelf after bookshelf was lined against the wall, several pictures hanging off of them as well, almost all of them of some Egyptian artifact. Akefia moved to the desk, only having to take a second before he was able to climb up into the seat. His eyes scanned over what was there before he began to shift through it.

He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he knew he'd recognize it if he saw it. Any kind of lead would be appreciated, any clue on where to go with his next step. Flipping through papers, checking out copies of old scrolls now since just written on regular paper, names of kings he didn't know and of some that he did, books of legends and myths. He spent hours looking through them all, trying to find any scrap of information that he could use.

He would have liked to have stayed focused in his search, but his mind started to wander. He found himself looking a little longer than was necessary at photos of old temples now decaying in age, read a little more of the old stories now recorded by written word. He recognized some of them as stories he'd heard as a child from his parents, or from some of the men as they sat around campfires and drank while talking merrily. Only a few of them were exactly like he remembered, most of them were so different that he found himself snorting at the poor way the original story had been recorded, little in common between the version he had heard and what he now had in his hands. Gradually he stopped looking for the Puzzle and just sat in the room in order to read over the history of his country.

His home...

So much of it seemed old, decayed. Just like him. It was all forgotten and corroded, the paint flaked and drab in important buildings, no longer bright and well kept. How many things of his country had died, buried under the sand lost forever? How much of his home and culture had changed or been lost? How much of it was just waiting to be found again, but most of it never to have such luck?

Even grand places like tombs of old kings and grand palaces where long dead, alone for years before they had been stumbled upon. People argued over the names of well known places, what purposes they had, why they were there. These were things any child would have known in his time! He stared at the scrawled notes in some of the pictures, theories and thoughts about what something could possibly be and mean, the ink scratching at an image of something that had once been sacred!

They had forgotten! All these stupid little mortals didn't remember anything! Nothing important mattered anymore! Was that what age brought? Things that mattered being lost, forgotten, to be speculated about by idiots who knew and understood nothing? What about small villages? They couldn't seem to agree what a statue of a god might be called, too many supposed important details gone, yet Bakura could recognize the very shape with or without its head. What about places that had no old records of history? Did anyone remember them? Did anyone care?

Did anyone remember the name of his home?

He threw the book he'd been holding with a loud yell, slamming it against the wall so hard that it sent various other books falling to the floor from the bookshelf they had been stacked on. The loud crash and several thumps of the heavy texts descending quickly snapped him out of his flash of anger that had built up inside of him. His breathing very rapidly calmed down, smoothing out from its quick rasps to a normal pace again.

Swallowing, his head perked up at the soft sound of footsteps. They were coming down the stairs, he realized with a sudden feeling of panic in his chest. Scrambling down from the chair, he jumped at the door to turn the lights off. Switching the lock on the door in place, he quickly slipped out and slammed door shut harder than he would have liked. Hoping he had enough time to get back to bed, he turned from the entrance, gasping in shock as he saw a young girl standing in front of him, her gaze curious with a finger resting on her lips.

Hair white like Ryou's, though tinted blue as opposed to the pure white Ryou possessed, it seemed rather messy even in her twin pigtails, as if she had just gotten out of bed. No doubt she had been woken up judging from the sleepy gaze in her eyes, and it seemed to confirm his suspicions when she rubbed at her face in the typical drowsy, childish manner.

"What are you doing, onii-chan?"

Akefia blinked, feeling more than a little surprised. When she had opened her mouth, he had been expecting an experience much like the one he had had with Ryou, babbling that he could not understand, and his own words too foreign for the other to understand either. However, somehow, he had understood her. The words that had come from her lips had been both foreign and familiar to him, as if he was hearing them with two sets of ears. He supposed he was. While what he heard should have made no sense to him, the meaning was entering his mind almost as quickly as she had said them. Yet he was not hearing his own language or Arabic spoken. Her words still sounded a little jumbled, however, he could just tell the sounds of some of her sentence not matching the flow of the last word she had spoken.

'She's speaking two,' he realized. 'English and Japanese.'

How the fuck had he known that? Just what the hell was Japanese?

It clicked in his mind Ryou had spoken to him in that language, information he would have been more comfortable not knowing, since he shouldn't have been able to make that correlation from just hearing one word from the girl. There was more than just translation happening in his head, things he should not have known yet did anyway clicking into his mind, like the information that she had called him brother, recognizing all of her words, no matter what language she seemed to be using.

The girl was continuing to stare at him, obviously expecting an answer. Dammit! What was he supposed to do? Just because he understood her didn't mean he could do anything. How could he answer her? He doubted she would have understood him, even if he knew that to say.

"What are you doing in Daddy's office?" she asked, her tired eyes starting to look suspicious. Apparently she was taking his silence as guilt, not the ability to respond. Her small face was forming a frown Akefia might have found endearing if he had been her parent, or if he had not been caught by her doing something Ryou should not have been.

"I'm gonna tell," she said suddenly, turning on her heels before he reached out and grabbed her.

"Amane, wait!" he cried, snatching her small wrist in his hand. He didn't even give thought to the words coming out of his mouth, just finding himself saying them somehow. "Wait... I was just... curious. Please, don't tell anyone. I couldn't sleep so I just started to wander around the house. That's all. Please, don't tell. Please?"

She looked back at him, her bright eyes flickering over him. For a second he wondered if she was suspicious, if she might notice this was not her brother she was talking to. His fears seemed to be without reason though, because she smiled a second later at him, a big toothy grin.

"Promise me you'll give me a treat?" she asked.

"Uh... sure, whatever," he said. "Whatever you like."

The girl stared at him for a second, and again Akefia was sure he had just messed up big time. He was not talking like the kid, he knew it. Even not being able to understand the boy, he'd noticed how polite he was, how his voice was timber and small, his voice seeming to be much more reserved and nice than his own. Akefia however was talking as he always did, crude and straight to the point. He hoped the girl was not too bright. With any luck, she'd be too stupid to notice anything.

She looked at him determinedly before shoving her fist out, as if to hit him, but stopped just short of his chest. Akefia blinked as he looked down at it, not sure what she was doing, to why she was pointing at him with her pinky of all things.

'It's a pinky promise,' the voice sounded in his head. Okay, that was getting annoying. He preferred to figure things out on his own, not just have it fed to him like this. Yet the knowledge was now in his head, and he had no shame in using it to his advantage. The fact he had not known what a pinky promise was a mere second ago did not matter. He just stuck his own hand out, linking his pudgy little appendage with hers and shaking her arm as gently as he could. He knew he was silently agreeing to her terms, terms that were so simple and easy, but would avoid him trouble. Somehow he knew that he could trust her, that she would keep this secret for him. He knew it was not even out of bribery, that this little girl loved him, and would do anything for him, and she probably just considered the treat a bonus to having a secret she could share with her older brother.

"Amane," he said, looking at the little girl with emotions that did not feel like they were his own. "We should go back to bed."

"Kay!" she cried loudly, the volume of her voice making him cringe, terrified someone else would wake up and come down the stairs to investigate. Feeling more than a little annoyed, he physically pushed her back up the stairs and led her to her room, making sure she was in bed before venturing back to his own and hoisting himself back into his own.

Falling back on it with a sigh, he groaned. Well, he had accomplished absolutely nothing. No, that wasn't true. He had discovered quite a bit, at least regarding his host. It seemed there was more to their bond than he had originally thought, but he was beginning to understand it quickly. It was like they were fused now, closely tied together, but still just separate enough to be their own person. Ryou's mind at least supplied him with answers he needed when he needed them, so it would be safe to take control and not have to worry about running into anyone and suddenly having to become a mute to avoid raised suspicions.

Okay, so he had found nothing on the Puzzle of the Pharaoh. It had only been one short period of searching. He could remain persistent. There was an answer out there somewhere, and he knew he'd find it sooner or later. For now, he was happy with the body now in his possession. After so many long years without one, it felt like a large accomplishment in and of itself. One thing at a time.

He yawned, Ryou's body obviously tired. Though the boy was still asleep, it seemed his possession was still taking its toll. Much like sleep walking, it had to have been a little strange to have the body moving around without the mind awake and giving it conscious signals on what to do. Rolling over on his side, he slipped away from the body, giving it back to the sleeping boy.

He sat down on the floor, going back to watching him. Back in the exact same position he had been in before, as if he had never once left. It was like nothing had happened.

But something had happened. Something huge. In Akefia's mind, things would never go back again. He'd shared Ryou with Ryou, as odd as that thought was. In his opinion the boy was, in a way, his. He owned him. Ryou was his host, his body, his vessel, his tool.

He grinned, a dark and terribly smirk tugging at his lips as emotions that most definitely were his own this time sprang up into his mind.

This child was his possession now. And he never believed in anything going to waste. Chuckling and knowing no one could hear him, he sneered at Ryou as the boy suddenly curled up tighter into himself, the look on his face discomforted and scared, as if having a nightmare.

"You know, don't you?" he whispered darkly. "You know that you're mine. You're life is over, little host. Mine however... has finally begun. After years, untold years, my life, my vengeance will finally start again."

He laughed louder, throwing his head back as horrible and yet fully joyful vocalization escaped him. The young child in front of him only whimpered in his sleep, silently suffering for seemingly no reason at all.

End of Chapter 4
God, that was a dark ending, wasn't it? I wanted to show Akefia, despite having found Ryou, is still a jackass at heart. He isn't going to be warming up to the boy any time soon. As with everything else, these things take time. Though I have to wonder, was I the only one who wanted to hug this guy as he got pissed as all get out when he realized just how dead he really was. No, not a single person remembers Kul Elna aside from himself and Zork. What a cold comfort that much be.

I was unsure how I wanted to write this chapter, how to properly portray Akefia taking over Ryou and finally having his own body again. Honestly there were many of these scenes I had to rewrite in order to make it work. I was wondering if having him understand anything would be a good idea, the languages, how to take over Ryou, things that were all fairly left unexplained by the canon story. The closest thing I had to work on was Yami when he took over Yugi in Season 0. It all seemed to work out pretty fast in the anime, but there you get the impression all of meeting Dark Yugi and the game with the monsters at the end was all in Ushio's head, and in the manga you have no idea how long it was before Yami Yugi got off his ass and ordered Ushio to meet him at the school after hours in order to play a merry little game of, "Let's stab money on our hand to determine if I get to mentally fuck you or not," and subsequently punish him.

Of course, I always assumed the spirit of the Puzzle probably spent the eight years watching little Yugi grow up. He probably picked up Japanese from observing the boy and his family, and the Puzzle in itself was obviously the lock into Yugi's mind, the only difference on who had to get past that barrier.

Okay, I'll admit it, it's two part reasoning, three parts me just making it up. If the show had given me more to go on, this would have been much more concrete. As it it, I think I filled in the blanks well without just resorting to, "Well... uh... a wizard did it," which I can honestly say I've seen often in fanfiction.

Also, on a note in case anyone picked it up. While Amane was talking to him in English and Akefia realized she spoke both Japanese and English, he only seemed confused over what Japanese was. I wanted to show he was picking it up through Ryou's mind, however the reason he didn't think 'What was English' was because he already knows of that language. It's an official language spoken in Egypt (probably mostly for the tourists) so I think he would have heard it before, known what it was, but not be able to speak it.

I'm trying to explain the language thing a lot in this story, mostly because I feel it should have been a bigger barrier than what it actually was in the show. Just one of the things that was never touched upon but I think should have been.

Anyway, that little explanation/rant aside, please be kind and review. I could use some feedback on this.

Same as before, this is merely a story I tell to offer tribute to the show and some of my favorite characters. It is in no way meant to make any profit or is there any Copyright Infringement intended. Please support the original show.

And as always, thanks and credit go to :iconxwocketx: for her help on the chapter and the picture. She's great.

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And everything's down hill from here. Well it was before but more so now