"So you think that the Millennium Items were some form of Philosipher's Stones?" Duke asked after the brothers and the Pharaoh had finished trading quick explanations of each other's pasts.

"If everything you all have said is true, then yes." Edward replied. "I mean think about it. They both required a city to be sacrificed, and both are able to manipulate the world around them in ways not normally possible."

"But that still doesn't explain what's going on," Joey said. "I mean how did you get here, and why is the Pharaoh here?"

The Pharaoh brow furrowed. "I remember something," he said, closing his eyes. "My memory is jostled from oming back to life and the excitement here though. Something about a great evil, and the other Yamis." Suddenly the realization hit him and a frown formed on his lips.

"What is it Pharaoh?" Tea asked.

"Before I left the afterlife, I was told that a great evil was about to appear in our world, and that it would threated all existence. Bakura and Malik were there too. We werer told that if we, all three of us together, helped save the world from destruction, then we could keep our bodies. Live normal human lives."

"Wait," said Joey worriedly. "All three of you? Than that means that Bakura and Malik are our there right now?"

"Yes. Unless they were sent into the same world that Yugi and the others were sent to."

"Sorry to interrupt your fairytales Pharaoh," Kaiba cut in, "but did the magical voices tell you anything that could actually help us? Like a name? A place we can go?"

"Actually, I do remember a name. Thaddeus Dixon. I have no idea who that is though." He turned to the brothers. "Is the name familiar to you?"

Edward shook his head. "Never heard it before."

"Oh," the Pharaoh perked up. "One more thing. I remember something about the Millennium Items. Something like their powers have trapped inside of people. I'm not sure how that's possible though."

Edward stood up. "You said the Millennium Items opened a gate to the afterlife for you a year ago right? And after that their powers faded away? When we were searching for the Philosipher's Stone it's power was inside Al. Maybe if we can find those people-"

"We could use them to open another gate, maybe even to our world!" Al finished.

"Let me go you little brat," Bakura threatened as he struggled against the bond that Mokuba had bent around him.

Everyone else was still looking at Mokuba; the boy was crouched to the ground, eyes shut. After a few seconds he opened them and stood up. "I'm sorry," he said meekly. "I was afraid he was going to hurt you, so I just acted."

"What you did was very impressive," the major said. Suddenly his eyes got watery. "It was a true show of selflessness and bravery! Although I could have held my own against him," he added, his composure serious once again.

"Ha," Bakura laughed. "I wouldn't actually hurt any of you, not for the time being anyway. That would negate the agreement."

"What agreement?" Leiutenant Hawkeye asked, moving directly in front of the incapacitated man.

"The one that says if I help you I get to keep my body."

"Your body?" Hawkeye asked, taking a step back.

"That's right, lieutenant," Bakura spat the word like a curse. "Even in our world I lacked a physical form. For years I lived in the ring around my neck, using him," he jerked his head towards Ryou, "as a vassal to do as I pleased. Appearrantly something so bad is happening that the gods have given myself and the others our own bodies, and if we help you out like good little Yamis then we get to keep them."

"Like I would let you help me!" Ryou suddenly yelled. "You ruined my life for years, why the hell would I work with you?"

"Because you have no choice. I'm the only one who knows anything about what's going on here. Without me you'll all be stranded here while the world falls apart around you!" Bakura began laughing maniacally as the everyone in the room exchanged glances.

"Let him go Mokuba," Yugi said finally. "He said himself if he hurts us he loses his body. I may not trust him, but I know he's not stupid."

Mokuba clapped his hands together again, then pressed them to the floor. Slowly the wood around Bakura's hands and feet receded, until the floor was normal once more.

"Thank you," Bakura said snidely. "Now, where do we begin?"

The major grabbed Bakura's wrist. "You can start by giving us this important information that you say you have."

"All I'm willing to give you for now is a name. Thaddeus Dixon."

Roy Mustang sat up slowly, his head pounding. As his vision came back to him he observed his surroundings. He was in a dark room, with nothing but a couch and a small end table. Behind the couch, which he was laying on, was a door, a single crack letting a sliver of light into the room. His uniform was folded neatly on the end table next to a glass of water, and he realized he was only in a light shirt and shorts. He quickly put it back on, and, finding that his gloves were missing, moved hesitantly towards the door.

He peered through the crack and saw a room with decoration as minimalist as the one he was in. A single table was in the center of the room with four chairs placed around it, and a single plain light hung from the ceiling. In one of the chairs sat a woman, sipping what looked to be tea from a small cup.

"You can come in," she said, still facing away from him.

He gently opened the door and stepped into the room. Awkwardly he stood behind her, unsure of what to do next.

"You can sit down if you'd like," she said.

He did as she said, hesitantly waiting for something to happen.

"Who-" he started, but she cut him off before he could ask his question.

"My name is Ishizu Ishtar. But the real question is who are you? A mysterious person who appeared suddenly in front of me on the street."

"My name is General Roy Mustang. Where am I?"

"You are in a hotel in Domino City. I brought you here after you appeared. You've been passed out for almost four hours."

"Domino City?" he asked, a grim feeling coming over him. "I've never heard of it before. What country is that in?"

The woman hesitated, seeming confused by his question. "Japan," she said finally.

Roy reeled internally. He had never even heard of that country before. And the woman in front of him looked like an Ishvalan, which didn't help the situation.

"How did I get here, what happened, how far are we from Amestris?" The questions poured out of his mouth unintentionally as he became more concerned. The woman, however, remained calm as ever when she answered him.

"I'm sorry, but I have traveled the world and never have I heard of this 'Amestris.' As for how you got here, I know nothing other than that you appeared in front of me out of thin air. It would seem something has happened and brought you into this world from far away."

"You talk as if people showing up out of nowhere is normal."

"I have seen a lot in my life, people magically appearing is nothing great to me."

Roy paused. This woman, Ishizu Ishtar, had an aura of power and understanding, he could feel it. Suddenly another question came to mind.

"When I was brought here I was wearing a pair of gloves. They were white with red circles on the back. Do you have them?"

She pulled the gloves out from under the table. "I was examining them, I apologize. They are rather interesting, metallic fibers sown in so that they create a spark. Tell me, what do the figures on the back mean?"

He took the gloves, putting them on. The soft material was familiar against his skin. "They are a weapon of sorts, allowing me to…" He stopped, not sure why he was explaining this to a total stranger. "Never mind, it's not important." Without making anything obvious, he placed his hands into his lap and focused on the transmutation circles that were now on the back of his hands. He didn't want to do anything major, just change the air in front of him enough to make sure that they were still working properly.

For a moment the familiar flow of power rushed through him, but suddenly subsided and disappeared. Nothing in the air changed and no bolts of energy lightened the room. His alchemy wasn't working.

"Whatever power you were trying to summon, I don't believe it works in this world," the woman said, still extremely calm.

"How did you know what I was trying to do?"

"Once I held an item of great power which gave me the power to see everything, past, present, and future. Even though I no longer have it, I still retain some of that ability."

"Why are you telling me all this? You don't even know me."

"I know what I observe and sense. You are a good man, although you keep much to yourself. You are hardened by years of fighting, and you are far from home. Because of these things I believe you deserve the information I'm giving you." She set her cup down and folded her hands in her lap. "Now General Mustang, there is something you will need if you are going to go out into this world. Follow me."

She got up and led him into a side room, which had a single table. On the table was a silver briefcase, which she opened and motioned for him to look into. Inside the case were cards. Hundreds of them, all with different depictions of creatures and items on them. Some were tan around the edge, some were pink, and others still were green or blue. A faint echo of power resonated around them, as if the cards themselves were going to come to life.

"What are these?" He asked, confused.

"In this world there is a game called Duel Monsters. This game is based off an ancient magic that summoned monsters and spells. In modern times the game is used for fun, settling disputed, and tournaments around the world. However, throughout history and especially in recent years there have been individuals able to summon the monsters into the world once again." She paused, her hand going up to her neck as if holding an invisible necklace. "You will need to build a deck and learn the rules of the game. If you have been brought into our world by some type of magic, then calling the spirits of these monsters might help you get home."

"Will you teach me?" Roy asked, skeptical of what the lady had said.

"I will, but only after you choose a deck. Forty-one cards, no less, no more.

"But how will I know what to choose?" he objected.

"Follow your heart, let it guide you to the right choice."

Hesitantly he stepped forward and picked up a stack of the cards. As his hand connected with the cards a small burst of energy erupted inside of him, like a fire in his chest. He began shuffling through the stack, setting aside those that he thought would be useful. It was easier than he imagined, certain cards felt right, like they were choosing him instead of the other way around. As he was picking through the last stack, he stopped suddenly. A card had caught his eye, a warrior with a sword in a blue and orange tunic, with a helmet of gleaming orange metal on his head.

"What is this one called?" he asked Ishizu.

"Ah, I suspected that you would choose that card. That is the Flame Swordsman."