Woot woot! It's FINALLY here! (oh come on it wasn't that long of a wait) Not for the average writer on this site anyways...-.-; I'm so weak! Anyhoo,this is the sequel to Screams of Shadows. If you don't read that first you will be utterly confused. (hehe) I laugh at your befuddlment!...ahem...anyhoo, onwards!

DayDreamer23182: (laughs) I'm glad you enjoyed SOS so much and that it's added to alerts. Excellent. I hope this story does it justice. Woot!

Joey-lover: Of course the sequel's gonna be awesome! (...I hope...-.-;) Heh. Anyhoo, I think you enjoy this story immensely. Jou has a bigger part in it. Woot!

Tabby: (laughs) I'm glad you were so (for lack of better word) obsessed with SOS. Like Jou and Bakura as well as Marik and Kura? Well of course! And there will be more of those to come! Yippee! I'm glad you liked Honda and Anzu's portrayal. I hates Anzu atually. No, loath her. But picking on her would only take away from the story so I'm doing my best to give her character justice. > ...It's frickin' HARD...anyway, your review was beyond flattering. I love you, honey! (huggles)

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ScarletMoon: You pushed the button, didn't you? I suddenly had this urge to give you guys the first chappie. Meh. Stupid buttons...

Satra: Of course you'll like the sequel!...esp. the first few chappies! (giggles) It's soooo much fun!

dragonlady222: Yes our dear yamis meet up. Let the chaos begin!

DreamingChild: (laughs) "Since when is Bakura so psychologically sound?" hehehe. Good question. It isn't explained too much in this chappie. More in the second one.

AnimeLoverAngel: Of course I dedicated the update to you. That's what me does when I really appreciate someone. (aka: reviewers/newreviewers) Ahem...anyway...

Wish-full Thinker: Ya. I know the title's a bit cliche-ey...but...well...It'll work...eventually. You have no idea how tiring it is to write out the actual title over and over again. Meh.

Silver Mirror: (smirk) Yes you are a forgetful person...like me! -.-;...so what else is new? Meh

blackalbino: (sighs) Sorry it took so long. Veruca...Salt? (has no idea who that is) Oh...erm...please don't!...(still confused)

NOTE: I've got some very important announcements at the end of the chappie. K? Woot!

Tyrant Breathes

I sit in my ivory tower

Looking over all my land.

I own every drop of water

Every speck of sand.

No one can challenge my opinion,

I have full authority.

Their lives would be meaningless

If they did not follow me.

They look to me for guidance

They lean on me for strength.

To defend my pride and very life

They would go to any length.

There are those who oppose me

With a flick of the finger they disappear.

The rest then do not question

Be loyal and have no fear.

As long as you obey me

And never moan or complain

I'll allow you to exist

Under my strong and mighty reign.

Chapter one: A King of Yesterday

Yugi's head shot up at the scraping sound in the dark. He waited tensely for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room before looking about. There was nothing. There were only the shadows playing across the wall from outside, the glow of the streetlights seeping in between the shades. He sighed, slumping back down when the sound ceased, no creak of the stairs or whine of the door. All was silent.

"Perhaps tomorrow, Yami," he whispered glumly, turning over and drifting back into a fitful sleep.

A young man slowly strolled down the darkened streets, rain still drizzling. The ground was covered in mud, staining the shoes of the lone figure. Cars zoomed by every so often, sending a spray of muddy water onto him. He scowled, shaking his head to get the dirty liquid out of his eyes.

He sighed, wandering towards a small shop that was still open. It was very late in the evening. The teen opened the door, a little bell above it announcing his presence. Rough looking men were scattered throughout the small shop, lounging on wooden chairs and drinking coffee. A group of eight who had pulled up to a table and was huddled around it playing poker paused and looked up at the new arrival.

"Hey there, kid. You play?" one man grinned.

The young man didn't answer, striding forward, violet eyes intense. He stared at each person in turn before nodding.

"Pull up a chair for him!" the man smirked, scooting over to make room.

The boy sat down amongst them, laying out a wad of money on the table on the already building pile there.

One man whistled. "That's quite a bit of cash for a fella your age!"

"Hey, Kenji, bring our new pal here a drink!" another man called.

"So what's your name, kid?" a large guy with a shaggy, light brown beard grinned, leaning in.

The young man looked up with his intense violet eyes. "Doesn't matter."

The older men laughed, slapping one another on the backs.

"I like your style, kid!" the man laughed. "Name's Mack." When the younger man didn't answer Mack looked up. "Hey Kenji!"

"Oh hush, I'm coming," a black-haired teen growled, thumping a drink down on the table and wandering back to the counter.

"Now kid, what games do you know?" Mack continued.

The young man shrugged. "Just start already."

The game began. The first one won by the newcomer; then the second; then the third….all the while the black-haired teen watched as he cleaned off nearby tables, eyeing the other intensely. The men were astounded at the whole ordeal.

"This ain't possible!" Mack yelled as they lost yet another game. "How the hell are you doing that?"

The boy shrugged, collecting his winnings. "It comes naturally to me."

"You must've cheated!" another man hissed, standing up and towering above the young man who wasn't paying him heed.

"Hey jackass, if you want to start something I'll be happy to finish it!" Kenji yelled from behind the counter, in the process of drying off a rather large steak knife.

The men backed down, growling. It was obvious the black-haired teen had made good of his threats before.

"Fine fine. Just don't stick around town, kid," Mack sneered, turning back to the stranger who was already wandering over to the counter.

The men stood and exited the store, stalking out into the night. The rest of the customers had cleared out by this point, leaving Kenji and the other.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to do that," Yami said softly sitting at the counter, eyes down.

"Don't you think that was a bit unfair? Not even telling them about your title or anything, oh King of Games…" Yami's head shot up, staring into the face of the young man, eyes widening in disbelief.

The teen's skin was dark golden, eyes a deep, icy grayish—the color of the Nile right before a storm. He was smirking, the double-crossed scar on his right cheek creasing slightly.

"Bakura!" Yami exclaimed, tumbling backwards off the stool he was perched on.

A hand lunged across the counter and caught the falling monarch by the collar, steadying him on the stool.

"Easy now, I'm surprised it took that long for you to recognize me," the thief muttered, turning and throwing the knife under the counter.

"You…how…what are you doing here?" Yami asked, still dazed. "Have you been following me?"

Bakura looked up, a scowl on his face. "Oh don't flatter yourself. I've been here for the past six months. I have better things to do than follow you around."

Yami blinked. "You…you left Domino?"

Bakura barked a laugh. "Yeah, before you did, I'll bet. Nice to know they're missing me."

Yami shook his head. "I didn't…I…"

"And this is how you've been living, playing poker at remote little coffee shops late at night?" the former tomb robber smirked, leaning on the counter and staring intently at the other yami.

The monarch shrugged. "It works…"

"Couldn't you have at least used some of that money to buy an umbrella?" Bakura chuckled, disappearing into the back.

"Don't be condescending! You have no idea what's been going through my head since…!" he stopped, unable to continue.

Bakura's head peeked out from the back. "No, I suppose I don't. Want to talk about it?" He vanished again.

Yami scowled. "Why would I want to talk to you about it? If I recall correctly, you're the one who didn't want to discuss ancient Egypt."

"No, I said I didn't want to talk about a particular incident," Bakura's voice answered from the back.

Yami sighed. "Good bye, tomb robber." He got up and strode for the door only to have something metal come down hard on the back of his head causing him to fall to the floor, head spinning. Bakura stood over him, a frying pan in hand, glaring down murderously at him.

"You really need to stop calling me that."

Yami sneered. "And what if I don't? Are you going to beat me to death with that little pot?"

"Fine, go if you must," Bakura answered, turning and walking briskly back to the kitchen. "Good bye…Atemu."

Yami's eyes widened. He jumped to his feet in anger and stomped to the back room where the thief was standing, grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt.

"Don't ever call me that again," Yami hissed, eyes blazing in fury.

Bakura looked at him passively. "Why? It's your name."

Yami opened his mouth but stopped when the former tomb robber ripped himself from his grasp and went to check something in an oven.

"What's that?" The smell was practically intoxicating to the game king who was leering nearer.

"My dinner," Bakura mumbled, shutting the stove door again. He turned and eyed the other. "You look like shit."

Yami blinked in surprise before frowning. "I'm not the one who dyed his hair."

Bakura grinned. "It looks more natural, especially now that my skin's dark again…" his voice trailed off, eyes holding a faraway look.

Yami cleared his throat. "Bakura…is the reason you refused to tell me about Egypt because of the way I was back then?"

The other yami looked up in puzzlement. "What?"

Yami chuckled darkly. "I know what kind of person I was…I was a ruthless leader, allowing my title to get to my head…I wasn't the king I was hoping I was when I couldn't remember…I was a tyrant."

Bakura shrugged. "It wasn't a unique thing for a pharaoh."

Yami looked down at his feet. "Then I guess I did my job just right. A vicious, insensitive…" He turned away.

Bakura looked at him with his slanted eyes. "If you left Domino around the time that I did…why haven't you gone back?"

Yami's shoulders sagged in defeat. "I can't face them…not when I know what I was…things can't be the same because I know what I've done…"

Bakura scoffed. "So that's it then?" Yami looked up with soulless eyes. "You're basing what you can and can't feel on what you acted like in the past?" He chuckled darkly. "Well if that's how we should deal with this then I might as well go out and hang myself right now, eh?"

Yami glared. "You had reasons…I'm sure you did…"

"And that justifies it?" the thief asked darkly, staring up with fire in his eyes. "Yami, you're not the person you were. I could tell it the moment I recognized you in these times. You protected people…you were honest and persistent. If you're going to put all you've become to waste and focus on what you were perhaps you should be the one going off and hanging himself."

Yami blinked in astonishment. "Did you just compliment me?"

Bakura smirked. "Don't let it go to your head."

Yami chuckled. It'd been the first time he'd smiled in months. His face quickly hardened again.

"But I can't just forget about it."

Bakura smiled grimly. "Hell no. Didn't I tell you to not go searching for your past? Hmm?" Yami was forced to grin at this.

"Yes. Yes you did, tomb rob…Bakura," he nodded, exhausted.

Bakura smirked. "That's better." He turned and opened the oven again, pulling out a tray with two racks of ribs. Yami could feel his stomach rumble just looking at the food.

"You've certainly acquired quite an appetite," the monarch stated.

Bakura looked blankly over at the other then back down at the food. "What? You thought I was going to eat these both? Or aren't you going to stick around and eat something before you pass out?" He left the room before Yami could answer, leaving the other standing in stunned silence.

'You've certainly changed yourself, Bakura,' Yami smiled, racing out to the front to enjoy his first meal with someone else in months.

"How…these obviously have been cooking for a while…I mean…" Yami stuttered as he sat at the opposite side of the counter of the thief.

Bakura smirked. "What? You're wondering if I knew you were coming? I'm psycho not psychic, Yami. There's a difference. Actually the manager was supposed to work but had to leave early. Lucky you, cause he probably wouldn't have shared."

Yami smiled. "You're working for someone else? That's got to be a first for you…with your ego and all."

Bakura rolled his intense eyes. "I wouldn't be talking about other peoples' egos if I were you."

Yami shook his head, picking up a rib and greedily devouring the tender meat attached to it. Licking the barbecue sauce from his fingers he dove in for another piece. He was halfway through the rack before he realized Bakura was staring at him.

"Umm…" Yami wiped his mouth and hands on a cheap paper napkin. He already had a rather large pile of dirty ones next to his plate.

Bakura shook his head and turned away, looking out the windows. Yami took this opportunity to study the other. He was so much more…alive since the last time he'd seen the thief. Bakura was actually smiling and joking. He didn't look nearly as starved as he had when they'd first gotten their original bodies back. There was definitely something else too, but they didn't know each other well enough for Yami to be able to pick out what exactly that thing was. He sighed, earning a questioning look from the former tomb robber.

"It's nothing…I mean…What are we now?" Yami asked suddenly, not even consciously realizing he'd been wondering such a thing.

Bakura looked at him in perplexity. "Mortals?"

Yami laughed, shaking his head. "No no, I mean our relationship."

Bakura scowled. "I don't lean that way, if that's what you're implying."

The monarch glared. "That's not what I was saying and you know it."

Bakura grinned. "I just had to rub it in."

Yami rolled his eyes. "Seriously though. Are we still enemies?"

Bakura shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. "Not sure yet. Does it matter that much?"

The pharaoh sighed heavily, leaning his arms on the counter. "I'm just getting used to knowing both the past and present. My mind was overwhelmed when I received my memories…Everything's all jumbled and confused…"

The thief gave the other a sideways grin, exhaling a whiff of smoke. "Give it time."

Yami's nose crinkled up slightly. "You're still doing that crap?" he scowled motioning toward the cigarette.

Bakura chuckled humorlessly. "You sound like Marik."

The other yami could detect the hink of depression in the thief's voice when he spoke the young Egyptian's name. He sighed, staring down at his plate that held a pile of bones, cleaned of all meat and barbecue sauce. He himself felt the same tension whenever he thought of Yugi…

Yami looked up when Bakura stood. Noting the other's questioning look, Bakura stated: "Closing time."

After Bakura closed up the place he walked out with a black umbrella to where Yami was standing on the curb outside the shop, staring off into the distance.

"I think…it's time for me to go back now," Yami murmured, not turning to the other.

Bakura smirked. "Not right now, you're not. It's about to storm again." He pulled his worn leather jacket tighter about himself glancing at the sky.

Yami looked over in surprise. "Where have you been staying all this time?"

Bakura chuckled. "In a dumpster…come on." He started walking off down the street.


"It was a joke you humorless freak!"

"Here we are," Bakura grinned, opening the door to the apartment.

Yami wandered in, eyes widening in shock as Bakura flipped the lights on.

"This…what…." he murmured, looking about in amazement.

The place was well furnished; a leather couch sat in one corner next to a television. He could make out a kitchen off to the side and a hallway most likely leading to the bedroom and bathroom. The place, not to any surprise, reeked of cigarettes. Yami strode over to the couch and sat down, still looking about.

"How did you…?"

"Pay for this? Come on," the thief smirked. "You should know me better than that by now."

Yami chuckled, shaking his head. "I should have known."

Bakura slumped down onto the couch as well. "Shit I'm beat."

Yami looked over at the other. The thief seemed so much more carefree than before…Whatever destroying the Millennium items had accomplished it had certainly taken some weight from the former tomb robber's shoulders.

"Bakura…are you coming back to Domino with me?" Yami asked.

The thief looked up in surprise. "What?"

Yami sighed. "I know you seem pretty settled here, but…I'm sure you're being missed and…now that I know what happened in the past I'd like to make up for it…That's going to be difficult to do if you're never around."

Bakura sat quietly for a moment thinking the offer through. He hadn't contacted Marik at all since his…departure. The thief sighed heavily, staring at his hands.

'I can't avoid it forever.'

"Fine," Bakura murmured, standing and heading for his room. "You can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow I've got to return a lost pharaoh hound."

Yami chuckled as the other disappeared. The former tomb robber's attitude had changed so much. He only hoped it would still be like this once they got back to Domino. Yawning, he lay back on the couch staring up at the ceiling.

'I'm coming, Yugi.'

Woot for me! (hugs self) readers: o.O...haha! Haven't you guys missed this? Me too! (glomps readers just for the heck of it)

I know I know, you're all probably like:"Kura's acting happy and semi-sane! What's happened to our Kura?" (smirk) All in good time, honeys. (says in annoying sing-song voice) You'll see!

Anyhoo...Important announcement: I'm currently on chapter 5. This will most likely NOT be updated as often as usually (for me anyways) So yeah...I just couldn't keep you guys with nothing for so long. Not fair to you all. (hugs again) Yeeee this is so exciting! (tosses handfulls of confetti and orange tic tacs into the air) Eat up!...the tic tacs, sillies!

Review! (I'll update as soon as the writer's block is chipped to pieces!) Wish me luck!