Atem's eyes were clouded with grief. "H-how? How did this happen?" He managed to choke out the words.

"Well..." Bakura began, "your father, Aknamkanon died of mysterious wounds in the middle of the night. Your mother couldn't bear to live without him so she commited suicide by consuming poison.

Marik narrowed his eyes and thought, I see you what did there!

"Shall we take a tour of your palace?" Bakura asked with more happiness then there was at the moment.

Atem slowly nodded. Bakura stepped inside the palace and led through a stretchy hallway. On the walls, torches were lit and made the place look dark and cavernous with the dim lighting. There were guards positioned almost everywhere and as they passed, the guards bowed to the new Pharaoh they had to protect.

They halted in a long and colossal room with a dark chocolate table about the size of the room. There were countless chairs at regular intervals that matched the color of the table. At the end of the table on one side, there was a large golden, lusterous throne. The throne was for the Pharaoh to sit on during meals, as this was the dining room.

Bakura stated the obvious, "this is the dining room. That throne at the end of the table there is for you Atem." With that he moved on to the next destination of the tour inside the palace.

He led them down another hallway and shortly, they arrived at the grand, royal kitchen. There were dozens of chefs and servants running around cooking and tasting what they were making. The chefs were already preparing the next meal even though it was about afternoon.

"This is the royal kitchen," Bakura said and looked at Atem who just simply nodded and they all moved on.

They once again walked down another large, long hall with torches illuminating it. There were many doors on either side of the hall. Bakura halted and pointed to the first door on the right side of the hallway and said, "Marik, this is your room." The he pointed to a tablet on the side with the hieroglyphics etched into it. "This is your name in writing as well."

Marik nodded annoyed. Wasn't that obvious if he said it was my room? They went to the end of the hall, and there was a large limestone door with hieroglyphs etched into it.

"My Pharaoh, Atem, this is your room." Bakura bowed and made room for Atem to go inside. "Please go in and look around, we have a few more places to cover after this."

Atem went ahead and opened the door to his room.

It was luxurious. There was gold everywhere, plentiful treasures on shelves, scrolls and bookcases. To the side was a silky, large, royal blue and golden bed with many fluffy pillows. On the walls themselves, were rainbows of hieroglyphs and wall paintings of the Egyptian Gods and Atem. In the corner, there were two wooden sofas, one painted gold that actually had luster and the other was painted a royal blue that matched his bed. In the back, there were shelves full of scrolls and books but a shelf in the front of room that was right there when they entered, stood out the most. It held all the Millennium Items except for the Millennium Rod and the Millennium Puzzle, which Atem wore around his neck.

Marik's eyes widened as soon as he detected the shelf and what it held. "Y-you have all the Millennium Items?!" He stammered, "but how?!?!"

Bakura talked for Atem before he could even open his mouth. "He is the Pharaoh, and so all the Millennium Items rightfully belong to him." He glared at Marik menacingly, "and the Millennium Rod you possess rightfully belongs to him as well."

Marik returned the glare and thought, how does he know I have the Millennium Rod? I hit from them both of them, yet Bakura knows? Strange...

He was seething with rage and pulled the rod out of a pocket in his frock like tunic. Marik reluctantly handed it to Bakura, who smirked and then placed it upon the shelf with all the other Millennium Items.

"Now, shall we continue the tour?" Bakura asked them. Atem and Marik both nodded in unison and followed Bakura out of Atem's chamber, closing the door behind them.

Marik could tell that Atem was still upset about the fact that his parents were dead, his face was dark. Something happened to his parents, Marik thought. I know Bakura had something to do with it, maybe he murdered them to take the throne or Egypt?

They went outside next, to the back of the palace. The sun was setting already, casting a magical red-orange glow over all of Egypt. Marik and Atem had been in Egypt for two days now, and they weren't getting anywhere especially not back to the present, not at this pace.

I wonder what happened to Yugi? Atem stopped thinking about his parents who were long gone from this world and thought about Yugi, his best friend for a change. It was difficult and painful to be away from Yugi so long, they'd been together for a few years. Ever since Yugi pieced the Millennium Puzzle together, they'd been together, their bond became stronger over time and eventually became the best of companions there ever was. He stopped thinking and focused on their surroundings, where Bakura had led them to.

A wall made of sunny limestone bricks bordered the inclosed area that they were in. In a far corner, there was a medium sized pool of sapphire water with a few lilles gliding swiftly through the water. The inclosed area was very large, in fact it looked as if 1,000 people could fit in here without it being crowded. The sun sent its light to explore the celebration room

"This is the place you go to relax during stressful times, Atem. This was also where you'd love to go to everyday, your favored place to be when you were younger." Bakura stated. "Your father held festivals or parties during special occasions out here sometimes as well." Atem quietly nodded and Bakura led them back inside into the throne room.

There was a very large golden throne at the back of the room that glinted in the golden light of the torches. Neat limestone colored steps were carved out of the pedestal that the golden throne sat upon. Opposite the throne, there were countless hallways that led to Atem's, Marik's and vacant bedrooms for special guests or people. Guards stood outside each of the halls and around the thrones as they should be.

"This is the throne room and that is your throne Atem," Bakura pointed to the large golden, lusterous throne. Atem sluggishly walked up the short steps and sat down awkwardly on his throne. "I must say, the throne fits you perfectly Atem."

Atem felt awkward sitting in his throne, he admitted that he wasn't used to this even as Pharaoh of Egypt. I know I'm Pharaoh, but it'll take some time to get used to this. He glanced at Marik who looked exhausted and annoyed. I hope Marik doesn't get jealous either and try to prove himself somehow either.

"If you are too exhausted Atem, we don't have to go visit the last place on our agenda." Bakura said glancing at a door on the side of the room.

"I think Atem's tired, like me." Marik grumbled. "This is only our second day here, we're not going to adjust to this life so quickly, so cut us some slack." Bakura glared at Marik; then looked at Atem with a more friendlier, elated gaze. Marik quietly added, "hopefully we won't be here for long."

"It is your choice, my Pharaoh," Bakura said 'Pharaoh' with an accent and glared at Marik. It seemed he had already tolerated enough of him. "We have many more things to see and do tomorrow as well."

Atem spoke roughly, "I think we should rest for now, it seems Marik needs it." He said while looking at Marik who's eyes had widened in astonishment.

Bakura nodded, "as you wish Atem. Dinner shall be ready very soon." He bowed then walked down a hallway that led to the dining room and grand kitchen.

Marik stormed up to Atem, "you said I need rest?!? Look at you! You're tired too, not just me! You made me look weak and stupid in front of that... that thief!"

"Calm down Marik," Atem said quietly still on his throne. "I only said that to show that I was not weak, to show that I am strong. I understand your anger, but it's better that Bakura believe you're weaker than me."

Marik grumbled in response with disgust, "yeah, sure Your Majesty."

"Marik," Atem began.

"You know what?" Marik interrupted him. "I bet you, that we're gonna waste a lot of time here discovering your stupid past, when I could be at home now! I could be taking over the world right now and probably kill you and your friend Yugi too!"

"Marik!" Atem raised his voice. He was going to say more but Bakura had walked in.

"My Pharaoh, your nightly meal is ready and prepared thoroughly. If you would just follow me."

"I think I'll skip dinner," Marik said all of a sudden.

Bakura asked with false concern, "is something wrong?"

Marik glared at Atem and shook his head, "no. I just feel exhausted and I'm not very hungry right now. I'll be in my room." He stormed off down the hall that they'd visited earlier where his bedroom was before Atem or Bakura could say anything. He slammed the door behind him.

Marik muttered to himself, "trust that thief why don't you? I just want to go home! When Atem's on the verge of death because of Bakura, he'll regret everything. Why did he even take me with him? We're enemies, we won't get along so well." He sighed and sat down on his smooth lavender bed. Marik's room was smaller than Atem's but it was fairly decent and had much room to move around. He had a large mirror in one corner of the room with intricate designs on the borders of the glass. There was one large window to the left of the bed with the blue moonlight shining through. There were brown cherry tables all over the room with accessories like brushes for his hair. Marik threw his head on his soft pillow that felt like a cloud and murmured to himself, "I wasn't lying, I'm pretty tired." After a few seconds, he fell asleep.