Running my fingers thorough my hair, I stared up at the clock in my office. Five minutes to four. Yugi should be here any minute. I seriously doubted that he would make any attempt, accidental or otherwise, to be fashionably late. He seemed like a pretty prompt guy. In almost an answer to my thoughts, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I murmured, sitting up in the leather upholstered chair. Slowly the door opened, and little Yugi (thank heavens not Yami) appeared at the door.

"Hi Seto!" he shouted in that sickeningly cheerful way of his. I sighed.

"Hello Yugi," I said. It hadn't been my idea to have this little meeting, but whatever worked. You see, Yugi had been pestering me for the last week. Calling me on the phone, stopping me in the halls at school, and even paging me. I have no idea how he got any of my addresses. Ok, well actually I had a pretty good idea. Mokuba of course.

Anyway, he had been insisting that he had something of value that rightly belonged to me. I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn't know if there was anything of any material value in this world that I couldn't get for myself. I sincerely hoped that it wasn't another of his 'friendship attempts'. However, it seemed important to him. Regardless of whether I wanted to admit it, I did owe him bigtime. So, in long or short of it, that's why I invited him here this afternoon. I seemed like the right thing to do.

I motioned for him to sit down in the identical chair in front of the desk. Smiling (of course), he took his seat and put the rather lumpy plastic bag that he had with him on the desk in front of him. That must be the 'gift'. This thing was just getting weirder and weirder.

"This is what I've been wanting to give you," Yugi said, pushing the bag towards me. "Yami discovered his past, and it's no use to either of us anymore. Go ahead, take it out." Slowly, I pulled the object out of the bag. Inwardly, I gasped.

It was the millennium rod. Yugi had been right. As I pulled it out of the bag, chills ran up my spine. I'd never held it before, but it felt so . . . natural. The way I held it, the weight of it in my hands was satisfying. Yugi smiled.

"I knew it, Seto. You're the chosen owner. I'm glad I decided to give it to you. It's yours," he said. I couldn't believe it. This was more than I ever could have asked for.

"Thank you," I said. Yes, I thanked him. And I was blunt, not evasive or quiet. I never deserved this. It was such a big deal. I just knew it was supposed to be mine. I felt complete with it in my hands.

"It was the right thing to do. You don't have to thank me," he said. But I knew I did.

"I've got to go. Hope I'll see you at school tomorrow," he said, walking towards the door. "I'll leave you to get to know them."

Get to know them? That made no sense whatsoever. I shrugged it off, anxious to get to back to examining the item.

I held it in my hands. Gazing down at the solid gold surface, I turned it over in my hands. I was still willing myself to believe that it was mine; it belonged to me. If this was a dream, I wanted to make the most of it, and prolong it for as long as I could. Slowly, I traced the millennium eye symbol with my fingertips.

Suddenly, everything seemed to go black. I was swirling through a surge of colored lights. Now I was falling, plunging into darkness. Finally, I awoke. Pale and shaking, I tried to see if there was anything wrong with me. I felt fine, just my head felt . . . odd. Like inside it was twice the size that it was before. I didn't know what was wrong.

Until I heard the voice. I looked around to see if there was anyone in the room. I was surprised to find that I was alone. Slowly, I came to the realization. This wasn't a dream; it was a nightmare. This would explain the feeling in my head.

I, Seto Kaiba, had a Yami.