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It Comes Around	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It Comes Around

A/N and Disclaimer: Okay, everything concerning the plot of this story, I made up. Seth was not a foreigner, he was Atemu's cousin. I have no flipping idea how they all died, but this wasn't it. I don't even know that Marik, Tristan, Duke, or Joey had past lives in Ancient Egypt (though I think it probable that at least Joey did). I know that Yugi and Ryou didn't have seperate bodies as I say they did. Don't use this as a source for any kind of information whatsoever. I barely know anything about Egypt, so don't even take me at my word on any of the incidental info. Basically, I just took Kazuki Takahashi's characters and screwed them up and over royally.
All future pairings: Joey/Duke, Joey/Seto, Joey/Tristan, Joey/Tristan/Duke, Joey/Tristan/Duke/Seto, Marik/Ryou, Tristan/Duke, Bakura/Ryou, Bakura/Marik, Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Marik/Seto, Marik/Bakura/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou/Seto, Yami/Seto, Yami/Yugi, and maybe more, like Tristan/Seto or Duke/Seto. That's currently undecided.

It Comes Around
CHAPTER ONE
Warnings: none

Pairings: none

(All that's coming later - but I promise, it's coming, as soon as next chapter.)
~*~

"Yami, don't run so fast, you know I can't keep up," Yugi panted, chasing after his darker half. Yami slowed down for him to catch up, no longer seeming as urgent as he had when he'd just taken off running all of a sudden.
"Now, what was that all about?" Yugi asked, breathing heavily as he caught up. "What was so important that you had to take off like that?"
"I felt... something. Strong shadow magic, from this direction." Yami seemed overly serious and dramatic, as always. "And it felt... familiar."
Yugi looked around him apprehensively. "Do you still feel it?"
"No." Yami turned to face his hikari. "It's vanished. I apologize for the side-excursion."
Yugi grinned. "Hey, no problem. Maybe I can get in better shape for gym if it happens often enough."
Yami smiled, and they started back up the alley, heading back the way they had come. Yami was still preoccupied and wasn't watching where he was going, though, and he suddenly put his foot down on a discarded beer bottle lying in the middle of the alley. it rolled out from under his foot, and he fell backward, slamming his head into the pavement.
"Yami!" Yugi cried, kneeling beside him. He discovered that he was unconscious. "Yami, wake up! Please, come on, Yami!" He gently shook his dark, trying to rouse him, but it didn't help. He looked around him frantically. "Help!" he yelled. "Somebody, I need help down here!"
Yami groaned, and his eyes fluttered slowly open. He looked blearily up at Yugi. "Y-Yug?" he asked hesitantly. Yugi stared at him.
"What?" Yugi sounded shocked.
"What is it?"
"Why - ? I mean, you never called me that before. Only Joey calls me Yug." Yugi looked strangely at him. "Are you all right, Yami?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Yami assured him, sitting up. Yugi helped him to his feet. "Let's just go, Yug - Yugi," he corrected.
Yugi glanced at him, still not sure he was okay, but they walked home without further incident.

~*~

Yami was looking out of the window in Yugi's bedroom with his arms crossed in front of him, thinking of the strange power he'd felt. Thinking of Egypt. Ever since he'd fallen in the alley, he'd been remembering things - nothing important, but little things. He turned around, seeing his hikari looking at his cards, trying out a new strategy.
He broke the silence, like a hammer on a mirror.
"My past... Yugi, I remember."
Yugi jerked his head up in surprise, looking at his dark. "Yami? You remember?" Yami nodded gravely, and Yugi nearly squealed in excitement. "Yami, that's great!" He clapped his hands together like a little kid.
"I don't remember everything," he cautioned. "But it's as though the pieces are beginning to fall into place. I keep remembering more." He hesitated.
"What is it, Yami?"
Yugi looked so innocent, sitting there on the floor with his DuelMonsters cards spread out around him, looking up at him, that he didn't know if he should tell him this. He didn't want to spoil that innocence... Yet, at the same time...
He decided to tell him. "I remember... you."
Yugi looked surprised. "Me?" Yami nodded. "But, how's that possible? I mean, I thought-"
"We were wrong, aibou. At least, I was wrong. You're not who we thought you were, the reincarnation of me." Yugi looked shocked all over again. Yami couldn't fault him his surprise; everything he had known since he had put together the Millennium Puzzle was being skewed. He went on. "Your name was Yug."
"Yug?" he interrupted. "So does that mean..."
"Yes, Joey and Tristan were there as well, but of course they don't remember, at least not consciously. Most of the people you know were there, were involved with Egypt in some way. Bakura, of course, and Malik, and Ryou and Marik, Joey and Tristan, and Duke as well. Even Kaiba. I remember them all, but..." He hesitated again. "I can't remember anything important that happened."
Yugi stood up and sat on the bed, pulling Yami down beside him. "What do you remember?" he asked.
"I remember... us. Everyone. Who we were, what we were like."
Yugi grinned - so like a little kid... "What was I like, Yami?"
Yami smiled very slightly. "A lot like you are now. Always happy, very loyal to those you - those you called friends." Yugi smiled. Like everyone else in the world, he like to hear about himself. "You were my double, my best protector. You would pretend to be me, to foil assassination attempts - and get rid of boring complainants, if I didn't want to listen to them." Yugi laughed, more of a giggle, and Yami paused again. Was he mature enough for the rest of what he had to say?
"There was more to it," he said finally. "You and I - we were lovers."
Yugi was shocked again. "L-lovers?" he choked out. He began to blush cutely.
"Yes." Yami couldn't help but notice how the spreading pinkness on his cheeks made him that much more adorable.
After a short moment of Yugi blushing furiously - though whether from the idea of them being lovers or something else Yami didn't know - Yami broke the silence. "Would you like to see everyone how they were?" he asked. "All of your friends, how they used to be?"
"Sure," he said, slightly more subdued than normal. His blush was receding, though.
Suddenly, they were no longer sitting on Yugi's bed in his room, but were looking down on a large room, loosely scattered with people, all near the throne at the end of the room. Yami was sitting in the throne, leaning over the arm to talk to someone sitting on the floor beside him, someone who looked a lot like him.
"That's you," Yami said. It all seemed very informal; evidently, they all knew each other fairly well, well enough to call each other friends.
Yugi looked at Yug, at the person he had been. He looked a lot more like Yami than he did now; they were very nearly the same height, for starters, at least as far as Yugi could tell, and their hair was very nearly identical, not merely very similar as it was now. Their eyes remained the same, however; red for Yami, Yug's a dark violet. Yami also still appeared to have been the more serious one, whereas Yug was wearing a broad grin.
Suddenly a movement from the corner drew Yugi's attention. Three guys were standing there, a blond and a brunet with nearly identical olive-colored eyes and a slim raven-haired young man with deep emerald eyes. They were all talking comfortably with each other, even laughing, despite the fact the the blond and brunet appeared to be guards.
"Jou was the head of my personal guards," Yami told him. "Hon-da was the captain of the regular guards. They've been reincarnated as Joey and Tristan." Yugi probably could have figured that out for himself, but didn't say so. "Devin - Duke, in your time - was a sorcerer."
"Were they - " Yugi asked. Devin touched his fingers to Jou's and walked away, and Jou and Hon-da continued talking, standing intimately close to each other, not the distance of good friends.
"Yes," Yami confirmed for him. "The three of them were lovers."
"They look so happy together."
Yami considered that, as Yugi followed Devin with his eyes.
He bypassed the pharaoh and his double with a few words and headed toward a person Yugi hadn't noticed before, sitting on the floor and leaning against a stone pillar. One knee was drawn up, pulling up his long skirt with it and exposing his leg, and on it rested a scroll he was studying. He was obviously trying to trying to keep himself as distant from the others as possible while remaining inthe same room. Just as obviously, he was of foreign origin. He was the palest of everyone in the room, and the tallest. Above all, Yugi could see, when he raised his head to acknowledge Devin's presence, that he had strikingly beautiful blue eyes. Egyptians did not have blue eyes.
"High Priest Seth," Yami said. "Kaiba."
"Where's he from?" Yugi asked, still watching him as Devin spoke to him. He seemed a lot like the Kaiba of his own time; his reply to Devin was short and abrupt, and more than a little arrogant, even without being able to hear the words. He looked immediately back down, as if dismissing him.
"I never knew. No one did, not even him. Knowing what I do now, I think he was from somewhere in Europe. Somehow he ended up alone in Egypt as a child. Originally he was a slave, but, due to his prodigous talents, my father freed him and he was trained to be a priest."
"What about the others?" Yugi asked as Devin walked away from the priest ignoring him on the floor and went back to his lovers, joining easily in their intimate conversation.
"Bakura was a thief and a graverobber. Malik was a sorcerer like Devin; he and Bakura worked together. Marik and Ryou were ameteurs in those same fields. They were training them."
"How do you know that?" Yugi asked. The scene around them disappeared, replaced by Yugi's familiar bedroom. He continued speaking as though he hadn't noticed the change. "It doesn't sound like they would have been people we knew."
"I don't know," Yami admitted, a little frustrated. "Somehow, I do, though. There's still a lot I can't remember, or can't remember how I know, like that."
"So... do you think everyone else will start to remember as well?" he asked hesitantly. He suddenly wanted to remember ancient Egypt more than anything else, even with what Yami had said about them being lovers. It was embarassing for him to think about, but at the same time, there was something else there as well.
"I don't know, Yugi..." Yami said again. "I don't know why I suddenly started remembering. If you do start to remember, though, will you tell me?"
"Of course, yami," Yugi said, surprised. "Why wouldn't I?" He slid back to the floor without waiting for an answer, looking at his cards again. "What would you think if I did this?" he asked, putting a couple cards together. "It could be handy, but it wouldn't work very often. Usually the cards would just be taking up room in my deck."
Yami sat on his heels beside him, looking at his cards. So childish, so innocent... Just like he had always been.

~*~

"Hey, Yug," Joey said. Yugi turned around, startled.
"Huh? Oh, hey Jou."
"'Jou'?" Joey asked. "That's a new one."
Yugi looked up at him. "Oh, did I call you that? I'm sorry."
"Nah, don''t worry about it. I kinda like it."
Yugi smiled slightly. 'I would hope so,' he thought. What he said, though, was "Are you ready for our math test?" A stupid question, of course; he knew what the answer was going to be before Joey ever opened his mouth: a snort and a "no".
But he didn't even get that. Joey didn't even appear to have heard him, distracted instead by the approach of Tristan in front of them. Tristan glanced up and their eyes met, and he could swear that something passed between them in that fraction of a second before they reacted to each other.
'Oh my god,' he thought in sudden realization. They were still in love with each other in this lifetime, but they were too caught up in their own feelings to ever see each other's. It was so sad...
He suddenly felt as though he had a purpose in life.
"See you guys later!" he called over his shoulder as he ran on ahead.

~*~

"Come on, Yami, you have to help me with this! You saw how happy they all looked." Yugi wasn't quite tugging at his yami's sleeve, but he might as well have been.
"Aibou, I can't," he explained patiently. "I had no knowledge of that sort of thing. Potions and spells, except for the Shadow Magic, were reserved for the priests and sorcerers, and I don't think either Seth or Devin is in a position to help you right now."
Yugi wilted, disappointed, and looked away. "So there's nothing I can do."
"Not anything involving a love potion," Yami told him. "It may be better that way, anyway. Forcing people to love each other rarely turns out well."
"But they already love each other!" Yugi cried. "They just can't see it!"
"It doesn't bother you that you're talking about Joey and Tristan this way?" Yami asked curiously. Yugi shook his head, and Yami smiled slightly, appreciating his maturity. "Anyway, what you need then isn't a love potion," he continued, "it's an aphrodisiac, if you're not uncomfortable with the idea."
Yugi perked up again. "Do you know anything about aphrodisiacs then?" Yami shook his head, and Yugi wilted again. He slumped to the floor, toying absently with his deck, looking blankly at the wall, obviously preoccupied. He refused to accept that there was nothing he could do.
He suddenly looked up at Yami. "What about Malik?"
Yami was shocked. "What?"
Yugi shrugged. "Or Marik. You said they were sorcerers, right? So wouldn't they know stuff that could help us?" His eyes were shining brightly, but Yami resisted their spell.
"There is no 'us' in this endeavor, Yugi," he said firmly. "Anything you do, you do on your own. I want no part in this little scheme of yours."
Yugi pouted. Yami resisted. Yugi pouted more, and Yami caved. He'd never been able to resist him for very long, not that he'd ever really tried. Somehow, he thought that Yugi remembered that, somewhere in the back of his mind.
"All right," he said, and Yugi smiled brightly. "Malik probably wouldn't be willing to help us, but Marik may not have the skills. I still suggest we ask Marik; maybe he can speak to his yami for us."
Yugi beamed at him, and Yami smiled slightly himself, basking in its radiance. Then he continued.
"Of course, there's absolutely no guarantee either of them remembers enough of their past to help us at all. Even if they do, they might not be willing to - so don't get your hopes up."
Yugi's smile didn't fade. "That's okay. Don't worry; one of them will help us." He stood up and pulled Yami off the bed. The spirit, not expecting it, almost face-planted on the floor.
"Let's go," Yugi said, pulling on Yami's hand.
"What, now?" He'd thought this was an eventual plan, not something to do right now.
"Yeah, why not?" He seemed overly enthusiastic, in Yami's opinion. But, of course, he caved.
Marik seemed a little shocked when he opened the door and found Yugi there, literally bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation, Yami skulking beside him as if he were embarrassed to be there.
"Pharaoh..." he said carefully, testing the waters.
"Yugi interrupted. "Marik, you have to help us. We need an aphrodisiac!" He was nearly jumping in place with suppressed excitement.
Marik raised his eyesbrows, and Yami hurriedly interject. "It's not for us."
Marik paused for a moment, then stood aside. "Maybe you should come in." Yugi fairly skipped inside, and Yami trailed after him.
"Now," Marik said as he shut the door, "one of you want to explain?"
Yami sighed. "Do you remember anything of your past life in Egypt?"
Marik looked at them warily. "A little. Malik remembers more. Why?"
Yugi popped into the conversation. "Yami says you were a sorcerer, an apprentice to Malik. I need an aphrodisiac and Yami says only sorcerers and priests knew about that stuff. We thought maybe you could help us out."
"Slow down," Marik told him. "Why, by Ra, do you need an aphrodisiac so badly that you would come to me?"
"So that I can get Joey and Tristan together."
Not surprisingly, this explanation clears up very little.
"Why?" Marik asked. He seemed confused.
Yugi sighed as though it should have been obvious. "Because they love each other but neither of them can seem to figure out that the other feels the same." This was all well and good, until he added the next part. "And I'm betting Duke feels the same, since it was the three of them."
Marik sighed in exasperation, and Yami attempted to actually clear it up a little. "I showed Yugi a scene from Ancient Egypt that I remembered," he said. "Joey, Tristan, and Duke were all lovers in their past lives."
Marik nodded. "I understand now. But I can't help you."
Yugi pouted. "Why not?"
"Because I don't remember anything that could help you. Maybe Malik could, if he wanted to. Maybe."
Yugi pouted more, mostly to himself. He was dead-set on getting his friends together, and Yami just wanted him to be happy. He spoke up unexpectedly.
"Would you ask Malik for us?" he asked poliely. "Yugi obviously wants this badly."
"Yes, I'll ask him," Marik said, opening the door. "But you'd better both leave before he gets back."
"Of course." Yami inclined his head in thanks. He pulled Yugi from the chair and out of the house.

~*~

Joey was very conscious of Tristan and Duke with him. They were arguing playfully, pushing each other around. He could picture them doing something similar... but with less clothing...
Tristan shoved Duke, and he fell into Joey. The touch drew him out of his fantasy, and he started to feel embarrassingly warm, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. It almsot seemed to him, when Duke went to get up, that his touch lingered for a few fractions of a second, but he knew that it was just his overheated imagination. And he might as well enjoy it; it was the only physical contact he was ever likely to have with either of them.
He looked away, embarrassed, and forced himself to stop blushing, as he helped Duke to his feet. He grinned at Tristan as he turned around and shoved Duke back at him, but it took Tristan a moment too long to snap out of his reverie and return the grin, and Duke managed to nimbly dance away from them.
"You can't touch this," he said smugly. As if to prove him wrong, Tristan tackled him to the ground and they began wrestling with each other, the stronger and more muscular Tristan consistently coming out on top. Joey groaned inwardly, knowing that they were unaware of how they were torturing him, but tortured nonetheless. In his mind, the wrestling turned into something less innocent... and involving less clothing...

~*~
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