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A huge plane landed on the runway, slowing down as it reached it’s destination. Black letters were painted on the side. ‘Egypt Air’ The stairs lowered as people walked off. One strangely dressed man walked off. He was dressed in long white robes. A white turban covered his head, with a feather attached to it. He had dark tanned skin and two golden hoops hanging from his ears. Around his neck was a glittering gold ankh. (Meaning life for those who don’t know. ^^) He also carried a golden scale, with an eye carved on the front. He strode along, his eyes mysteriously shadowed._ Jonouchi gawked at everything around him. “Wow! So all this belongs to the person who dug it up?!” Professor Yoshimori laughed. “Aha. Wouldn’t that be nice. Up until 1921, the excavator could keep up to half of the artifacts he found. But now, they belong to the Egyptian Supreme Council Of Antiquities. It’s cultural property. Which means...illegal to sell, because it’s so precious. In fact, the man who discovered the famous treasure of Tutankhamen didn’t even get to keep one piece of the artifacts he found.” Yugi nodded in understanding. “I see. I thought archeologists were just treasure hunters who dreamed of hitting it big.” Professor Yoshimori chuckled. “Ha ha.....no. That’s just in movies. Archaeology is one of the worst payed professions. But when, after months and years of searching, you open the door to a piece of history that no one has seen before. There’s just, that excitement you feel, that you can’t really describe. Now that’s...what I’m in for.” Yugi smiled. “Wow.” Suddenly Kanekura walked up. Yugi blinked, seeing the puzzle in his hands. “Well excuse me, I’m going to put the millennium puzzle on display.” As Yugi watched him go, he could’ve sworn he saw a faint outline of the spirit waver beside Kanekura for a second, then disappear._ Kanekura smirked to himself. “Heheh. Take your time...enjoy yourselves...heheheh.”_ Yugi felt strange. ‘It....somehow feels weird, without the puzzle. Maybe I should’ve listened to the other me.’ Jonouchi clapped him on the back. “Hey that’s awesome! Your treasures gonna be famous!” Yugi rubbed the back of his head. “Ahaha....you think so?” Anzu smiled at them. “Let’s take a picture in front of it later!” Honda nodded. “Good idea.” Yoshimori fell into step with Yugi. “Sorry, I know you didn’t want to lend it to him...” Yugi waved it off. “That’s all right...it’s only for one day.” Yoshimori continued talking. “This expedition wouldn’t have happened without Mr. Kanekura. I’m not in a position to complain but, he can be somewhat self centred.” Anzu gasped at a painting in a glass case. “Wow. It looks so pretty.” Yoshimori walked up. “This is a scene drawn on papyrus, showing the weighing of the heart, The Judgement Of The Dead. The judge is the god Osiris. That’s Anubis on the left. He weighs the deeds of the dead man on a scale. If the scale falls on the side of good deeds, they pass on into the afterlife. But if the scale falls on the side of bad deeds, they are fed to Ammit, The Devourer. He’s an Egyptian Enma.” (Enma: The judge of the dead in Japanese mythology.) Yoshimori gestured over to a wrinkled man laying with his arms crossed in a sarcophagus. “And here we have a mummy.” Jonouchi hid behind Anzu. “Do we have to see the mummy?!” Anzu laughed at him. “Are you scared? So uncool Jonouchi!” The blond dashed off, yelling, “Aaagghh! We’re gonna be cursed if we look at that thing!” Yoshimori patted him. “There’s no such thing as curses.” Yugi stayed behind, gazing at the mummy before he noticed someone standing beside him. He had long white robes on, and was carrying a scale. Tears ran down his face as he stared at the mummy. (It’s the guy from the airport. Didn’t feel like explaining what he looked like all over again.) Yugi blinked. ‘An Egyptian.’ Yugi tugged on his sleeve. “Why are you crying?” The man looked at him. “These tears are not mine. This shriveled form, he has become a doll of dust. But still he is the eternal Pharoah. His spirit lives on with his name. Even the eternal sleep is denied him, the cry of his soul becomes tears and flows down my cheeks.” Yugi stared at him. “.......” The man patted him on the head. “Heh. You’re a nice little boy.” He turned and walked away. Yugi sweatdropped. ‘Little?! I’m in high school! What a wierd man!’ He turned and ran off towards the others, calling Anzu. “Hey Anzu! I saw this Egyptian guy...” The brunette tilted her head. “Hmmm? I didn’t see anyone.” Jonouchi gasped, and pointed over to a glass case, which held the millennium puzzle. “Over there! Yugi’s puzzle on display.” _Two men stood by the glass case holding the puzzle. One of them spoke. “Amazing! So this is the legendary millennium puzzle! I must be dreaming! Mr.Kanekura! How did you manage to acquire it? I’ll pay anything for it!” Kanekura shushed him, seeing the group of Yugi and friends walking over. “I have my ways. Shhh. We’ll talk about the sales price in my office ten minutes before the museum closes.” He ushered the man away just as the others arrived._ Jonouchi stared at it. “Wow. It really is amazing.” Anzu got out a camera from her purse. “Alright! Everyone gather together and say cheese!” Yugi stood beside Jonouchi, while Honda stood beside Yoshimori. Just as the camera snapped they all made peace signs. Anzu smiled. “Wow! It’s great!” Honda cheered. “One more!” Anzu nodded. “All right.” _ Kanekura watched them. ‘Heheh. That puzzle’s going to make me a bundle. Of course...I’ll have to give some to Yugi to shut him up.’ _ As Yugi and the others started walking away, Yami twitched, anxious and angry. ‘Rrrgh. Mr.Kanekura you won’t get away with this! You think you have everything all planned out! You can’t sell me like I’m something to be collected! You shall not take me away from Yugi!’ Suddenly, shadows started forming around him, whispering and talking in warbled voices. Outside the puzzle, a faint fog was drifting off, pushing against the glass angrily. A crack formed in the glass._ Jonouchi sighed. “Well. I guess this trip wasn’t so bad.” Anzu giggled at him. “You good?” Jonouchi ignored her, muttering about how he’ll get back at Honda and Anzu for teasing him about the mummy. Sugouroku shook Professor Yoshimori’s hand. “Thank you for this wonderful learning experience today.” Yoshimori smiled. “You are very welcome. Why don’t you come by my lab sometime and I’ll show you more?” Sugouroku thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Sure. Why not.” Yoshimori waved. “Well. I have to get back to the University. Bye!” Yugi waved. “Bye!” Anzu turned to Yugi. “What do you want to do now?” Yugi glanced at the museum. “I’ll wait here until I can get my puzzle back.” Anzu nodded. “Alright. I got to go though. See you!” She left, Honda and Jonouchi waving before leaving too. Sugouroku glanced at his grandson. “I have to run the Gameshop. Get back soon alright?” Yugi assured his grandpa he would and watched him go, before sitting against the wall, glancing at the watch on his arm. “4:30. Thirty minutes left.” _Kanekura sat in his office, holding the millennium puzzle and staring at it greedily. “Heheh. My investment funded the discovery of the Pharoah’s tomb. And now I can make some money off of this millennium puzzle. Heheh. I’m going to be rich.” A knock sounded on the door. Kanekura looked up, placing the puzzle on the side of the desk. “He’s here. Come in.”_ The man Kanekura had spoken to earlier laid in a awkward position, his eyes glassy and cold. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and his glasses were crooked. The man in the white robes walked in, a rather eerily stern expression on his face. He clutched the scales he was holding tightly, angrily. Kanekura gawked at him. “W-who are you?” The man spoke calmly, but his voice was laced with anger. “My bloodline has guarded the tombs for 3,000 years. I am a servant of Anubis.” Kanekura sweated. “A-A-Anubis? The Egyptian god of death?” The man continued to speak. “Because of your greed, another tomb in The Valley Of The Kings has been defiled. You have trespassed in the territory of the gods. For that, you shall go on trial!” Kanekura blinked. “I-I get it! You’re with the Egyptian government! I don’t sell antiquities on the black market!” The robed man set the scales he was holding on the desk, lifting a hand up and removing the feather that was attached to his turban. He spoke again, holding the feather in his hand. “You know the scene of the Final Judgement in the twenty-fifth chapter of what you call the book of the dead.” He gestured to the golden scales on the desk. “This is the Scales Of Truth.” Kanekura gasped. ‘The Final Judgement, where the deeds of the deceased are weighed before Osiris, the lord of the underworld. On one side of the scales, the feather of Ma’at, The goddess of truth, on the other side, the heart of the deceased, representing their soul. If their sins are heavier than the Feather Of Ma’at, the deceased is fed to Ammit, a monster combining the parts of a hippo, a crocodile and a lion. But....it’s just a myth....isn’t it?’ The robed man stared down at a Kanekura. “We shall now begin the game. A shadow game!”
End Of Chapter Twelve Part Two