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Chapter List
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A.N. MERRY CHRISTAMS AND HAPPY HOLLIDAYS!!!!
So, I promised a certain someone that I�d have this out in time for Christmas.
So, this is a present of sorts to the wonderful Cattie-dono who, as always, is
the voice in my head telling me to update. Sorry this wasn�t out sooner,
several weird things happened and well, it became late. But hopefully this and
the rewritten chapters (prologue-chapter 8) make up for it.
Standard disclaimer applies.

Chapter Twelve

�� The classroom was silent as the test
wore on. The teacher�s heeled shoes the only echoing sound aside from the soft
scratch of pencil-lead on paper. It should have been comforting; the dull
usualness of the moment. The sounds of everyday life in the twenty-first
century, the warm autumn sunshine that poured in through the window, the face
clock slowly counting down the hours of the that Saturday afternoon building
the tension that sang through the students� every nerve as their weekend
approached, was supposed to be a balm to the wounds of all, but it wasn�t.
It was stifling.
�� How
long has it been now? Two months? Six? Jonouchi had long lost count of
exactly how much time had passed since Yugi�s sudden disappearance. Not because
things had been busy, but because there was nothing to be done. Nothing to focus
on, no hope to cling to, just nothing.
�� It was easier to keep track of time
when one had something to mark each day with. A battle, a goal, a destination,
but the group of friends and the mighty King of Games were bereft with no such
things. They were helpless to do anything except wait. Damn it, what�s wrong with letting them be happy? Haven�t they suffered
enough? Jonouchi�s eyes strayed to the slouched figure gazing out the
window. Once brilliant, calculating eyes, now dull and listless. Watching the
empty shell of his friend, he wasn�t sure which hurt more, the uselessness he
felt or the complete destruction that had befallen the man he�d once seen as
invincible. I know he�s just a man� but,
he was a Pharaoh! He took all of that evil that doom had into himself, all of
that hate and sorrow that belonged to the planet! Hell, he could use black
magic. It�s not right� him being broken like this�
�� Jonouchi sighed and turned away from
the man currently pretending to be his best friend. He�d seen this once before;
the depression and guilt, but he only heard about the other effects Yami�s
depression had on him.
�� It had only started up a few weeks
ago, and only became apparent in the last seven days, but it seemed that Yami�s
pain was filtered and changed to anger in an attempt to help him deal with his
loss, and that rage now needed an outlet.
�� The smallest offense made Yami snap
now, and Jonouchi, Anzu, and Honda could only hold their breath and pray that
the verbal�and sometimes physical�blow-ups would not escalate into more cases
of Shadow Games. Anzu took comfort in the thought that there were no more
bullies that were deserving of such rash actions. Honda was not convinced.
�� What
the hell happened to us? Jonouchi wondered sadly.
�� Anzu was watching Yami with
remorseful eyes from her seat. She�d been the only one to greet him with a good
morning this day. Honda had glared and proceeded to work diligently on his
schoolwork. Even now he was attacking his math test with more violence than
Yami had fought with this morning, and Seto�
�� The CEO had returned from Egypt in a
foul mood and had thrown himself into his work with a single-mindedness
that�more than tears and mood swings�showed his stress and unease with his
rival�s disappearance. Yami was just no fun with out Yugi.
�� Jonouchi took note of the way Seto
favored his right side, not surprised it still bothered him. Yami hadn�t
exactly held back. I know what he was
trying to do, hell, if I had thought it would have helped I�d have done it
myself, but�
�� Seto had purposefully riled Yami up
that morning. Cornering the once Pharaoh on the roof and proceeded to tear into
him, using every tactic he knew. Jonouchi had arrived at the climax of the
argument, but was certain that insults to Yami�s moppiness, character, and
dueling abilities had been made before that fatal insult, the one Yami would
take from no one, friend or foe, was made.

�� The
door to the roof eased open letting the deceivingly cold wind and bright
sunshine blind the blond teenager momentarily. Squinting his eyes, Jonouchi
stepped out onto the roof, looking for the friend that was supposedly up there.
�� You
know, it�s better that he�s not here anymore.� The cold conviction rang out and
Jonouchi froze, knowing exactly what the voice was saying and who it was
implied to.
�� What?�
Yami�s voice was a low growl that he saved for enemies and Bakura, but there
was an edge to it that Jonouchi had never heard before, not even during Darts�
asinine game. It worried him, and reminding him of Anzu�s words and retelling
of Yami�s battle with Haga on the train.
�� You
heard me perfectly well, Pharaoh,� the way Kaiba said the title implied
mockery, and now that Jonouchi could see the quarreling duelists, he was able
to see the way Yami tensed at the inflection. �and you know I am right.�
�� Yami�s
lip curled back in a snarl, an odd string of sounds escaping him, and caused
Jonouchi�s arm hairs to stand on end. �Hri hm-ntr.�
�� Uh�guys?�
Jonouchi said, unsure if it was safe to interrupt his friends or not, but, in
any case he couldn�t just sit there.
�� mn!� Yami snapped, his hand lifting in a halting gesture as
Jonouchi moved towards them, and he complied with the command instantly, more
out of shock then understanding. Holy�
he�s� talking in another language� Jonouchi�s
jaw unhinged recalling how Yugi had once told him that when was first freed
from the puzzle, he�d spoken to Yugi, but in a language he could not
understand, but after some time, �mou hitori no Yugi� started to speak in
Japanese. Damn, Kaiba must have really pissed him off for him to slip while
in Yugi�s body� I mean, if Yugi�s story is true� and everyone of those thugs
had mistaken Yami for Yugi� Jonouchi�s
disjointed thoughts were stalled as before he could move to try and be the
damage control, Kaiba had spoken again.
�� Yugi�s
just a host and an annoyance! He�s not needed here and is better off dead!�
�� It
was a low blow, and Jonouchi bristled in anger, ready to attack the brunette
himself, but was beaten to it by the enraged Yami.
�� Tw lw m-t! iri
nn mdw m sw ntt w3t!� It was a growled cry
that did little to warn as Yami suddenly threw himself forward, tackling Kaiba
to the ground. The once Pharaoh was much quicker than either had expected, and
they froze momentarily as Yami sat upon Kaiba slugging him ruthlessly.
�� Iti st hsl,
Tw mArxprr!�
�� Kaiba
seemed to regain himself as he rolled, taking his own swipe at Yami catching
him across the face, now just as pissed off as the red-eyed demon pinned
beneath him. �Just shut up, you lazy son of a bi��Seto chocked on his words as
Yami placed a well aimed kick to his chest, punching him solidly in the side
directly afterward. Kaiba slumped to the side, winded as the irate Yami leapt
to his feet, his entire form quaking.
�� Tw stp n mdw
H na Sm m-bAH wi, s3Ra, isfty?�
Yami�s voice had become a low croon, his words ancient and as airy as smoke,
and it choked Jonouchi�s heart. The ruthless kick to Kaiba�s stomach forced
Jonouchi into movement when it became clear that Yami was not going to stop.
He�d completely snapped, and was lost in his own engulfing rage.
�� Damn
it, Yami, stop it!� Jonouchi cried out, grabbing a hold of Yami�s shoulder and�
�� He
was on his back looking up at the sky his left cheek throbbing.
�� What
the�� Sitting up stiffly, he caught the glare Yami was giving him from over his
shoulder.
�� iri nn iri
pf m wHm-a.�
�� For
a brief instant, everything was still, then Jonouchi got mad.
�� It
was a momentary struggle after Jonouchi slugged the back of Yami�s head, before
effectively pinning him to the ground. A quick glare to the CEO and request
that he leave quickly, left the two alone. Yami twisting and screaming in that
weird language, that gave the blond the chills, and Jonouchi trying hard not to
hit him again.
�� fh wi!� It was somewhat obvious
what he was demanding, and it only further angered the blond, that his friend
would not listen to reason, that the man who knew nothing but control had
snapped so completely, so uncharacteristically.
�� Not
�till you calm down!�
�� Yami
growled, struggling harder. �s3 nt sAb.�
�� Jonouchi
had the feeling he�d just been insulted. �Damn it! Do you think this will help
Yugi? You think he�d be proud of what your doing right now, Yami?! So just cool
down!� Jonouchi snapped, unable to keep himself from lifting Yami by his
arms�the ones he�d crossed painfully behind Yami�s back�and smacking him against
the ground again in irritation.
�� Yami
was still and quiet for a long time, and when he spoke it was so quiet Jonouchi
almost missed it. ��shut up� don�t say it�� It was a whisper of sound, broken
and tired. Jonouchi scowled keeping quiet as Yami shattered again, his shaking
shoulders and near silent gasps the only indication of his pain. Yet, it
haunted him more than his screams of �Aibou� had done on the cliff side all
that time ago.

�� Jonouchi�s pencil made a soft
tapping noise as he bounced the end with the eraser against the top of his desk
in contemplation. All Kaiba wanted was to
force the life back into Yami�s eyes and actions, but in the attempt, he only
succeeded in breaking him further. Jonouchi shook his head looking to his
own blank test. The numbers and equations looked as foreign as Yami�s words had
been that morning, and he simply didn�t have the will to try at the moment.
�� Looked like Anzu and Yami didn�t
either.
�� What�s
going to happen to us? Jonouchi wondered sadly. We used to be so strong� an unbeatable team. Now�
�� Honda was a ghost. An angry ghost
who hardly spoke to anyone and when he did it was cold and clipped. Anzu was
like a doll made of glass ready to break at any moment, and he�
�� I
just want my buddy back� Jonouchi put his pencil down and closed his eyes,
hiding his face in his hands, wishing the day could simply match his dreary
mood so he wouldn�t feel so dark and alone. That�s
all I want�
And he knew it was
the one thing he wouldn�t get.

^^^^

�� The parade of guards through the
receiving hall was flashy and quite bothersome as it was high noon, making it
inconveniently hot and muggy. The over-crowded room not helping the heat in the
least.
�� Atemu tried not to show his
aggravation as irritation gnawed on the edges of his mind. It was a most
annoying time for the Roman�s to reappear in his land, this time baring
goodwill and a signed treaty. He was glad for the security the document now
gave his kingdom, but he did not wish to entertain the others at this time.
�� Especially
now� Atemu glanced from the corner of his eye at the cessation of air flow.
He caught glazed, and thoughtful amethyst, and as it had been the passed two
weeks, Yugi jumped awake, blushed and looked away, continuing his duty of
keeping Atemu cool.
�� Atemu�s eyes narrowed and his mood
darkened as he brought his attention back around to the speaking dignitary, not
at all pleased to see Pragus standing proudly beside his young ruler.
�� It seemed that in a tragic event
taking place sometime between Pragus� departure and return, the old Cesar had
died and his eldest son had taken power. It�s
foolish of him to leave his kingdom so soon after his rise to power. Rome must
be unstable at this point. It needs stability of power and time to rebuild its
safe-guards. Atemu�s thoughts were critical, reminiscing about his own
coronation. It had been a few years and still he would not risk leaving Kehmet
for a day. He�d even stopped his daily rides, too intent on settling the
affairs of his kingdom.
�� Atemu also took note of the gleam of
power in the new ruler�s eyes�dull hazel sparkling with madness�and knew the
old ruler�s sudden departure from this life was probably no accident nor usual
act of Osiris.
�� But that was no concern of his. The
young Cesar had signed the papyrus and agreed to the terms that would keep
Kehmet safe and at peace with Rome. Kehmet was safe from this power hungry
child for the time being, that was all that concerned him now.
�� The current of air stopped once
more.
�� My
second problem�
Atemu
had felt ashamed after Yugi�s escape nearly two weeks before, but for the life
of him, couldn�t understand why. Mahado had said nothing to him about what he�d
walked in on. He�d simply delivered the message that Seth was not willing to
wait any longer for his arrival. Though Mahado had said nothing, Seth seemed to
have plenty to say. That had not been
pleasant. Atemu recalled as the introductions were made and the treaty
re-read over with a relish, making it sound set in stone. He tuned out the
discussion when it seemed that nothing had been changed and returned to his
inward thoughts.
��
�� So,
it is as I feared. That boy has become a distraction to you.� The head priest
said, his voice tight with worry.
�� He
is not a distraction.� Atemu immediately defended, only to realize that he was.
He chose not to comment, Seth knew the truth anyway. One look at his face
proved that fact and Atemu let out a breath slowly; silently.
�� You
lost your control, I�d say he�s a distraction, Atemu.� Seth pointed, sitting
down in the chair, relaxing in a way that he showed not the world. Atemu
relaxed slightly in the shaded inner room that belonged to his cousin.
�� The
walls were filled with scrolls and papyrus, filled with ancient texts and
rituals, it was amazing that Seth hadn�t gone insane from all the hours he�d
spent pouring over them. Then again, it was those ancient riddles that had him
convinced that Yugi was evil.
�� I�m
going to regret coming to you.� It wasn�t a question.
�� I
only tell you the truth, you used to rely on such. Now, you complain.�
�� Seth,
he is�� Atemu wasn�t sure if he felt comfortable telling him about the future
that Yugi had for told. It was a dark outlook for him and Kehmet, for Seth as
well, seeing as the role of Pharaoh would then fall to him, and his so called,
non-existent relationship with Jonoh would be a problem when he was pressed to
wed and bare heirs. Though, Yugi�s explanation about being his light half would
put Seth�s accusations to rest, it would most likely not be believed. �� he
appeals to me. Greatly.�
�� Seth
gave him a bored look. �You know I do not like him, and have nothing to say
that will help you.�
�� Yes,
Seth, I know that well.�
�� good.
So, this discussion is over.� Seth relaxed even more into his chair and
breathed out in relief. �But if I may say��
�� Atemu
paused at the statement, turning to look at his high priest. Seth had a faraway
look on his face, his expression looking a bit lost.
�� It
is not like you to shy away from a problem. You are pr-Aa, a god among man. You
fear nothing, and give up nothing that you desire. Even if the mortal priests
forbid it.�
�� Atemu
gaped at Seth for several moments after the man had moved away to continue his
work, a silent dismissal. Seth had just told him to do what he wanted, take
what he desired and to hell with everything else. It made sense, in a way, but
at the same time it was reckless. In the end, Atemu left the room as confused
as when he�d entered, only now, he was wondering just when it was that he�d
forgotten who he was.

�� It had occurred to him then as Yugi
avoided him�yet snuck peeks at him when he thought Atemu didn�t notice�that the
feelings of guilt unnerved him because he was unused to feeling such things. He
was a Pharaoh, and his needs and desires only came second to Kehmet�s needs.
Whatever he wanted he had gotten, until Yugi arrived, and suddenly what he
wanted didn�t matter, and he had to keep his desires to himself�not that he�d
ever had those kinds of desires before. Sex had always seemed unimportant,
especially in the face of Kehmet�s needs, at his sudden coronation and
overtaking of a kingdom.
�� It aggravated him for reasons he
could not explain, should not have to explain. He knew he respected Yugi, felt
even that they were in some ways equals, a part of a whole, but he knew that
the truth was, that perhaps in Yugi�s time they were the same, but here, he was
a god among men, and Yugi was but a palace slave.
�� One that was currently forgetting
his duties to stare at him. Although Atemu was flattered and glad that Yugi�s
actions proved that he was not as terrified as he�d acted, it was not a smart
move to make out in the open .
�� Another look from him and Yugi was
fanning and blushing in a moment.
�� Pragus tells me that your dancers
are among the best. As is to be expected of Kehmet.� The new Cesar�his name was
Fastosus, at least that What Atemu remembered the Youths name to be�flattered.
It was the usual speech and Atemu had grown quite bored with such comments,
even as he showed no hint of his feelings outwardly. There was no reason to
comment of such a statement and so, Atemu remained silent. I�m sure he told you so. Told you about Yugi no doubt�
�� Atemu�s lower eyelid twitched in
aggravation, understanding the underlying request and knowing that he could do
little but acquiesce to it. The treaty still too new to take any chances. That means Yugi�s going to have to move back
in with me. He couldn�t help but feel particularly happy with that idea,
even as the part that reacted oddly to Yugi�the guilt and shame�couldn�t dampen
his feelings on the matter.� He had had
enough with these cumbersome emotions, and conflicting desires. He�d been
disgusted with the Roman�s chose of bed mates because of the age difference,
but Yugi was quite old enough for the things that happened in the bed, and if
the looks Yugi kept giving him were anything to go by, then he wasn�t averse to
the idea. So, there was nothing wrong with Atemu going after what he wanted.
Seduction wasn�t
rape after all.
�� Kehmet is honored by your visit,
Cesar. Coming all the way out here in such rough times as these just to
formally conclude our treaty.� Atemu let the notion of responsibility hang in
the air for several moments, not surprised when the boy�for the new Cesar could
be no older than thirteen years�just smiled oblivious to the duties he was
currently ignoring. �How long will your visit be?�
�� Fastosus blinked, and turned to look
at Pragus, his light colored hair falling into his eyes, and Atemu suddenly
feared that perhaps Pragus was the young one�s lover, but the way Pragus looked
at him denounced that notion quickly.
�� Rome should be fine for a while in
your absence.� Pragus said evenly, almost practiced, Atemu didn�t like it. Then
again, he didn�t like anything the man did or stood for. So, they�ll be here a while, hopefully not too long. Bakura�s been
overly active these past few weeks, his sudden silence now worries me. Where
did he go?
�� Atemu nodded to a few guards,
meeting Saimun�s worried gaze and nodding once letting them take care of the
crowd. �Then let us find you some rooms.�
�� The small Cesar seemed pleased with
this and readily jumped to his feet, eager to see what it was like to be here
in Egypt. Probably heard stories of
grandeur and fancy. Atemu thought slightly annoyed as he motioned his men
to show the Roman�s out.
�� The footmen can stay in the rooms
they had last, give Pragus his old room and give Cesar the room next to his,
that should satisfy their needs and keep them from my hair.� Atemu stated under
his breath to Saimun. Yugi snickered to his right, and Atemu felt the corner of
his mouth tug up as well. It seemed he wasn�t the only one who didn�t
appreciate the Roman�s intrusion.
�� As you say, so shall it be done.�
Saimun bowed and left his side, Mahado remained by his side along with Seth,
who looked about as happy as Atemu felt about the arrangement. The again, his
cousin always seemed displeased by something these days. If it wasn�t the
Romans it�d be Yugi.
�� Atemu waited a while, enjoying the cool
breeze now that there was less people in the room. He�d have to arrange for
Cesar and Pragus to meet him in his seating room to explain where they were
allowed to roam while he was busy, and to play host for a while longer, so as
not to appear rude.
�� Should
also alert the dancers� prepare Yugi to go on� switch Yugi�s sleeping
arrangements, I still need to check the grain storage and take care of the
bandits caught yesterday afternoon�
�� The current stopped again.
�� Looking over Yugi�s blushing face,
the red color sinking all the way to his navel, Atemu suddenly had an idea and
smirked. Perhaps I should treat my guests
to some grapes.

^^^^

�� Yugi was currently wondering how his
life could get so bad as he found himself walking behind a young servant girl,
whose name he could not remember�but she was the daughter of the head
cook�carrying a bowl filled with grapes.
�� Kuso,
how do I manage it? I just get things under control and then the next thing I
know its all messed up again. And now Prego-man is back, with King Arthur and
its either stay close to Yami or� Yugi felt his head start to hurt again
and he let out a grumpy groan. He�d been a confused mess for the passed two
weeks, scared of Atemu and yet curious as to why he felt the way he had. If
Anuksu hadn�t kept him busy with dance during the hours he wasn�t tending to
Atemu�and only god knew how he�d managed to get out of his bathing duty to the pervy Pharaoh�he�d have broken down long ago. As it was,
his thoughts only had time to eat at him while he slept, or attempted to
anyway, or when he became bored trying to keep as far away from Atemu as
possible and still take care of his duties.
That was a trying
task.
�� Why�d
this all have to happen? Why couldn�t we have just stayed friends and then I
could have gone home and wouldn�t have had to explain myself to Anuksu only to
have her laugh at me! Yugi grunted again, and scuffed his sandled foot into
the floor.
�� After his flee from the bathing
room, he�d been found by the dancing girl as she made her way through the
garden�god only knew what she was doing in there in the first place�and when
she saw his tears streaked face, she had bundled him up and whisked him back to
her home.
�� It had been as he�d remembered, and
it helped to calm him a bit, even as it reminded him of how long he�d been away
from home. His depressed state had not gone unnoticed, and Anuksu had handed
him some water, then forced him to help her with the laundry. While working on
the mundane, she managed to ease the problem from him. Somehow, he�d expected
more of a reaction from her, but, then again, she wasn�t exactly Anzu.

��
The pr-aA, kissed you?� Anuksu sounded a little stunned. Her hands had stilled
in the sudsy bucket, fingers stilled curled in the damp cloth.
�� Yeah.
It the bathing room.� Yugi swallowed back the tremble in his voice. He�d been
dependant too long. Since when had he been so weak as to need Yami by his side
all the time? Never� I�m my
own person. I am Yugioh, I earned that title as surly as Yami did. I can care
for myself. The pep-talk was nice, though
it only helped a little. Afterall, he was his own
person, and that meant he�d enjoyed Atemu�s kiss all on his own. ��He� dragged
me in and� well, kissed me.�
Yugi�s blush must have said volumes, for
Anuksu made an understanding face and continued with the laundry. �So, he kissed you,
and then what happened.� The way she said kiss implied that she knew that they
had done a lot more than that, and Yugi flushed uncomfortably, hanging the
clothes up to dry to focus on something else.
�� Mahado
walked in and� I ran away.�
�� The
bucket was knocked over with a loud clatter, and water sloshed out to be
absorbed by the sun-dried land. �You ran away?!�
�� The
fact that she seemed more startled by the thought �that he�d run away than the part where her god
was making out with a mortal human boy startled Yugi and he turned to face her
confused.
�� Well,
yeah, he had his hand down my pants, what was I supposed to do?� Yugi snapped,
when she started acting like he was the most stupid being on the planet. Hey,
it was his body the man was attempting to molest! And why wasn�t she being all
concerned and motherly about this?!
�� You
really are a Xrd!� Anuksu shook her head, ignoring his pout. �The pr-aA makes a
move on you, and you run away. Yugi, the pr-aA�s
affections are a gift! He�s a god! He can, and will give you anything you want!
Why run from that?�
�� Yugi
blinked. �Maybe because I�m not gay.�
�� Anuksu
made a face at the term she obviously did not understand, and then crossed her
arms, eyes lowering in a look that clearly stated that she didn�t believe him.
�Yeah, sure your not. Mr. I-live-far-away. Just keep telling yourself that, you know
you liked it.�
�� Yugi
balked. He couldn�t believe she�d just said that, and how the hell would she
know anyway. For several long moments, Yugi sat opening and closing his mouth
until she threw a wet sheet at him.
�� Oh,
stop giving me that look! If you really hated it, you would be crying, not
blushing and squirming around like a love-sick Jackle.�
Anuksu responded with a warm smile to take the bite from her words.
�� She�s trying to cheer me up� she�s
making me fight back. Yugi realized
suddenly, and broke into a grin as he hung up the wet cloth.
�� Yeah,
whatever. I bet you�re the one who really wants in his pants.� Yugi poked,
back. Maybe, things weren�t so damaged after all. He just needed to think and
be true to himself.
�� Of
course. I don�t know what you�re problem is, the man�s drop-dead sexy.�
�� Yugi
almost died at the term she�d somehow managed to pick up from him.
�� What
did you��
�� Fess
up, I see the way you dance for the pr-aA.�
�� Anuksu!�

�� The memory was a warm comfort, and
had been his strength for when he�d had to face the Pharaoh again, but he had
yet to figure out his own feelings, and now the Roman�s had returned bringing
more troubles. �And Atemu decides that I
need to stay in his room again. Yugi shuddered, but why he wasn�t so sure. The dick acts like nothing happened between
us, and then says that I am to stay with him again? Yeah, right, so he can molest
and forget again? I don�t think so!

�� The
pr-aA�s as confused as you are. Give him time.�

�� Mahado�s words ended his momentary
anger, and Yugi deflated. He knew best of all what the white priest was talking
about, and really had no place to judge. He�s
still Yami� a perverse, stuck-up, annoying Yami, but Yami none-the-less.
�� The doors swung open to show the
lounging room in the gardens where he�d first told Atemu about his new hobby.
Yugi felt his face heat up unexpectedly, and he nearly froze in place. The
nudge from the girl behind him prompted him into motion again.
�� Atemu was reclined in his seat
facing the small boy-ruler, Pragus stood guard beside his king, just as Jonoh
stood by Atemu. The conversation seemed to be on silly things of unimportance,
if the look on Atemu�s face was anything to go by.
�� Ah, grapes. I was unaware that you
had suck fruits out here!� The boy said ignorantly, and Yugi felt the need to
roll his eyes. Was it possible for someone to be so stupid? Egypt had trade
routs, and special items for the pharaoh weren�t all that uncommon.
�� Atemu gave a curt smile, but
refrained from speaking. He gave a nod and the daughter of the cook moved in to
sit beside the Roman ruler. Picking up a plump berry, she offered it to the
ruler, hand feeding him.
�� Yugi paled, realizing that that left
him to serve Atemu. God damn it! He
planned this! The little bastard planned this I just know it! Yugi glared
when he saw the smirk on Atemu�s tanned face, and wondered how much trouble
he�d get in for throwing the silver platter at the pharaoh�s big, arrogant
head.
�� Slave, I am waiting.� Atemu said,
enjoying his role way too much. If the
roman�s weren�t here you�d have a reason for needing that guard� Yugi
stomped over and flopped onto the edge of the seat, determined not to let Atemu
bother him, and shoved the plate in his direction.
�� Crimson eyes glittered, as Atemu
relaxed further and opened his mouth. Yugi desperately wished to hit him. What had gotten into him? First he�s moody,
then he attacks me, acts like nothing happened, and now, he�s � he�s� Yugi
scowled. Being an ass.
�� Picking a violet colored fruit from
the bunch Yugi looked at the open orifice and wondered just how hard he�d have
to throw it to choke the bastard.
Something
had changed between them. Somehow, Atemu seemed more assured, controlled, and
Yugi was no longer playing meek. Something within the past two weeks had
shifted, and the two were caught in the middle.
Atemu
nudged Yugi with his foot, and opened his mouth a little wider. With a sigh
Yugi leaned forward�no, his heart had not just skipped, and he was not blushing
from close proximity with the man�to drop the grape in Atemu�s mouth, when the
lips snapped shut. Hot, moisture encased his fingertips as that skillful tongue
stole the grape from him, giving his skin a quick kiss as it passed.
�� Yugi gasped, pulling his hand back,
and stared, shocked at Atemu, who only gave him a sensual look.
Yes, something had
definitely changed.

�� Throughout the entire time spent in
the garden with the grapes, Yugi had been teased and molested through his
fingertips. The grape would near those lips, and his finger would be caught.
Sometimes, Yugi was quick enough to escape, and so started the weird, sexually
tense game between them.
�� Yugi would dart in to deposit a
grape, and Atemu would ensnare his fingertips. Where upon capture, he would
suckle, lick, or kiss. Yugi was certain he�d felt the scrape of teeth on his
skin once or twice, but wasn�t sure. In fact the only thing he was certain of,
was that both of them were disappointed when the grapes where all gone.
�� Yugi had stood shakily, his nerves
still firing from the intimate encounter, and the feel of those lips on his
again, and was going to leave when, he was escorted to Atemu�s chambers by
Jonoh. Which was where he now stood, uncertain and confused, in the middle of
the pharaoh�s bedchamber. What does all
of this mean? I� I did l�lik�Yugi made a face,
annoyed with his mental stuttering. I
liked it! So what?! I�m a teenage boy with normal hormones, who enjoyed having
his fingers sucked on by his best friend and guardian. Red flushed his
face, and Yugi internally collapsed into himself again. That just sounds� so wrong�
�� The sun was coming in at an angle,
evening was approaching. Yugi was supposed to dance tonight, for the first time
in a long while. He wondered if Atemu was planning to keep him from doing so. No, not with that little display in the
garden. He was practically seducing me in public! Yugi tried not to think
of how well that had been working, both then and when he�d been in Atemu�s
bath.
�� So,
maybe I�m not as straight as I thought I was. Does that make me bi? Or does it
even matter? Wait, I�m not a necrophiliac right? I mean, right now Atemu�s
alive and all� but this isn�t my era. And Yami�s technically a ghost so�. What
does this make me?
�� Yugi ran himself in circles, unaware
of the entrance made behind him, as the golden light engulfed the room, turning
everything into a burnt brightness. He was so caught up with his sexuality that
he didn�t even sense another presence, until strong, tanned arms had wrapped
themselves around his waist in a possessive hold.
�� Yugi let out a squeak, and jumped,
looking at the palms that pressed flat to his bared belly. Gold rings adorned
long fingers, arm bands hiding the skin on the fore arms. �Y�Yami�� Yugi cursed
himself for stuttering and tried to pull free from the embrace but was held
captive. Hot lips descended upon his throat in a tender kiss. Yugi could feel
the insides of said lips and shivered at the slick departure.
�� The arms tensed feeling the small
movement and the fingers began a soft kneading motion as the moved lower. Yugi
gasped, rising to the balls of his feet as his groin tightened, and in lower
stomach started to ache. �S�stop�� Yugi breathed, his insides a knotted mess as
uncertainty made him frightened.
�� Sure he�d enjoyed the game, and sure
his body liked the attention it was given, but his heart and mind still could
not make heads or tales of what he wanted or felt.
�� The fingers continued to massage his
belly, but no longer moved downward. A blast of hot breath burned his neck as
the lips kissed the outer rim of his ear, capturing the very edge and suckling
lightly. �You know, telling me what to do is a crime.� Atemu�s words sent both
lust and terror straight through Yugi�s body and he barely stopped his whimper
from escaping.
�� What�
what is he going to do? And� will I be able to stop him? Will I want to stop
him? Yugi desperately tried to find the answers as Atemu nuzzled his ear,
and then�
Pulled away.
�� Huh�
�� But� you, Yugi, I will stop.�
�� Turning around, Yugi saw the pained,
but sincere expression on his dark�s face, and could find nothing to say. Atemu
smiled, and retreated to his bed, sitting down upon it with a sigh, relaxing into
its comfort.
�� Why?� Yugi managed to choke out.
Uncertain if he meant why Atemu would stop, or why Atemu wanted him in the
first place. For the gods knew Yugi had no clue as to why.
�� Because I choose to.�
�� It was so arrogantly Atemu, that
Yugi wanted to laugh, but he didn�t have the strength to at that moment.
�� No, I mean, why� why do you want��
Yugi shrugged gesturing to himself and watched Atemu�s reaction. For several
long moments Atemu just stared at him, those passionate eyes calculating as if
looking for the answer himself. Somehow, the uncertainty that Atemu showed
eased some of Yugi�s own fear.
At least he wasn�t
the only one confused by his body�s reactions.
�� I�m not certain.� Atemu finally
answered, and Yugi sagged briefly, as the pharaoh stood and walked toward him.
�I just crave you.� Atemu stated, his fingers tracing Yugi�s cheek. Just
looking in his eyes showed Yugi what the other said was true. The need, and
desire in those red eyes was intoxicating, and Yugi looked away with a blush, unsure
of how to take that. �And I don�t want anyone else to have you.�
�� The possessive ring to those words,
accompanied by the grip that hand suddenly made to the side of his face made
Yugi tremble, and he bit his lip.
�� I� I don�t�� Yugi tried, but his
voice petered out into nothing and he found he had no answer or response for
Atemu. He wasn�t sure what was right, what was needed, or what he wanted, it
made confessing rather difficult.
�� Just
stay true to yourself, remember? That�s what you decided to do, so, go with it.
With a deep breath, Yugi closed his eyes and pulled Atemu against him in a hug.
Deeper than friendship, lighter than desire, just a warm, loving, confused hug
that summed up everything he had inside.
�� As before when he�d used Japanese to
prove himself, Atemu seemed to understand and returned to hesitant hold with
his own of strained passion, but it wasn�t uncomfortable. It was satisfied.
Nothing else needed to be explained for now. Atemu craved Yugi, and cared for
him, as Yugi craved and cared for Atemu. The rest could wait.
�� Atemu sighed, sounding pleased with
the contact and Yugi smiled back. For a long while they simply held each other,
until at last the sun flickered out and darkness set it. The guest and food
were waiting.
�� Before they�d made it out the door,
Atemu caught, Yugi�s hand stalling him, and forcing him to look up at him. A
chaste kiss to his lips, and Atemu whispered, �Come to the throne room after
the evening meal. I wish for you to dance for me� only me.�
Yugi blushed.
Then nodded.

^^^^

�� The dinner was a blur of colors and
sound to him as he waited for the meal to end. His stomach knotted up so
tightly he doubted any of the butterflies that had once been there had
survived. What he was expecting, Yugi didn�t know. He wasn�t even sure he
wanted to. All he knew was that Anuksu had been more than right about him and
his feelings, and he couldn�t wait to dance for the Pharaoh.
� I wonder, what this means. It�s not like,
I hate him. It�s Yami after all, and, when he kissed me� A blush stained his cheeks as he waited in
the cold throne room. It was empty, save for the guards who faced away from
him, and the flickering torchlight which crackled and cast deep shadows that
danced in the wind. �Man, why can�t this
just be easy? Yugi complained, playing with his silver shoed foot
restlessly. Do I like Yami? Like that I
mean? Like the way I should like Anzu� do like Anzu? Great now my head hurts�
�� His thoughts ran in circles again,
memories buzzing about in a hazy blur. Anzu had been his first friend, she�d
always been there, and he just thought that he would marry her. That was just
the way things would go, but then, Yami came, and the battles with Pegasus, and
Marik, and the truth about Yami�s memories, and then the final battle that was
supposed to take place, but never did. Then,
I wound up here, in a poor rendition of Alice in Wonderland. Or would this be
more like The Wonderful Wizard of Oz? Yugi grinned at the image of Pragus
in a black dress and pointed hat cackling with his flying monkeys dancing
around him. Heh, yeah, that�s it, and my silver shoes are
just like those stupid red ones.
�� On the spur of the moment, Yugi
stood and clacked his heels together. �There�s no place like home, there�s no
place like home.�
�� Do I want to know what it is that
you are doing?�
�� Yugi opened his eyes, almost
saddened to find that his humorous interlude had ended and his �magic� dancing
shoes had not whisked him away to his room where Yami would be waiting with
that ever patient smile, and kind eyes.

�� Where
have you been, Aibou?�

�� Yugi swallowed back the lump in his
throat, eyes burning uncomfortably with the prick of tears. Scrubbing at his
face he looked up in time to see Atemu take his seat on the throne. He leaned
forward, elbows resting on his knees, chin in hands, and gazed at Yugi. �You
back, little one?�
�� For a second it was easy to forget
that he was in ancient Egypt, and that Atemu wasn�t Yami, and that everything
was just fine, and Yugi found it in himself to smile and nod.
�� Yeah,� Yugi gave a deep bow,
playing his roll flawlessly. �Would the pr-aA care for some amusement?� Yugi
felt his face burn again, and dared not look up.
�� Proceed.� Atemu�s voice rang out
and surrounded Yugi, and his blush grew worse. Why is it I blush at every little thing? Maybe I�m chemically
imbalanced or something. Yugi tried to convince himself, as he sought out a
beat. Anuksu had pointed out that it was not the skill of the dancer that made
the dance beautiful, but the storyteller inside that dancer. It had seemed
silly to Yugi, to tell a story without words, but after watching her perform he
began to understand. And the only way to dance with out music is to tell a
story with the movements, create the music by the actions. But what can I use?
�� The wind came in from outside, and
stirred the flame causing it to jump in the darkness, and flare out in
retaliation. The wind only aided the flame by giving it oxygen so it could
burn, but too much wind would suffocate the brilliant light, and too little
would kill it. Thinking on that, Yugi moved, his movements the fluid wind.
Coaxing, calming, and aiding. The silent strength not seen, and rarely noticed.
He rolled his hips as his arms arched out, showing the help the wind sought to
give and the hurt caused by the flames recoil. Yugi spun, to his knees quickly,
portraying the increase in the �tempo� of his dance, before rolling his upper
torso and arms, leaning back to show the descent of loneliness and shame for
both the wind and the flame.
�� The stillness of the waiting wind,
the ignorance of the flame, as the battle raged on, and the evil, vile card was
played, the card of souls. Oracle Curse
card�
�� Without realizing it, Yugi had begun
his own tale, the tale of Yami and himself, in the one battle where they had
faced two separate sides, only to fall without the other. He showed the anger,
stress and fear, in sharp turns flips, and body rolls, and then the sudden,
abrupt end�hands held locked at the wrists above his head�slow sways showed the
despaired acceptance, as the Duel Monsters champion failed, and lost his soul.
�� In a moment, a soft turn and gentle
hip rolls, Yugi described the sacrifice made. The choice to die instead of
live, for he knew Yami would save him, Yami would win. He knew it, he believed
in it, in him, because he�
�� Yugi stopped, eyes opening in shock,
cheeks tinged a dark red from his exertions. I� I love him. That was why I did it. The blush faded from his
face, and he was left feeling oddly content. I shoved him out of the way because, I couldn�t stand to see him die. I
couldn�t lose him. If I lost him, I would never have gotten him back. So I
chose�
�� Yugi looked up and caught the
curious eyes of the Pharaoh. Crimson blinked slowly and took on a worried edge.
The fire Yugi admired so much about his dark, blazing brightly before him.
��
to die.
It suddenly all
made sense.

^^^^

�� The dance was more than he�d
expected from Yugi. The evening dance at the dinner had been as enticing as
always, with Yugi being the center-piece once more, and as before, Atemu�s
blood had heated at the sight of Yugi�s erotic dance. The clothes the motions,
the kohl outlining his eyes, it all added to the moment, and Atemu sat back and
enjoyed it fully, finally at peace with his feelings. He wanted Yugi.
Yugi knew.
Yugi was still
confused.
Atemu would wait.
�� Instead of feeling enraged when Pragus
made his usual comments and such, Atemu felt a bit of smug pride. Pragus could
insinuate and dream about it for however long he wanted, but Yugi was his, not the Roman�s.
�� So, when the dance had ended, and
Yugi left, Atemu felt rather comfortable waiting out the rest of his meal. When
he�d arrived to the throne room, dismissing his guards as he did, he�d found
Yugi tapping his heels together quite comically.
�� He�d let the topic drop when Yugi
blushed, and had seated himself to enjoy his private performance, but he�d not
expected what he got. At first Yugi�s motions seemed stiff, strained, but
precise. Showing a conflict, but one that was both rewarding and harming. But
as the dance continued, it smoothed and became fluid, passionate with life. The
battle hard and fast, the emotions chaotic and sad, and then the end came,
swift and sudden. It was a tragedy, ending without hope. Then the soft conflict
arose again, this time in rescue, and the sadness deepened, and then�
�� Yugi simply stopped.
�� He was moving, telling a story so
perfectly that Atemu had felt the pain in his own heart at the loss of
something he did not even know of. It was a story of Yugi. No, this is� our story. The thought came swiftly, and stunned Atemu
at its implications. All he could do was stare back at Yugi seemed to come to a
conclusion even he had not been aware of.
�� Time seemed to stand still, the air
humming with the tension between them. A standstill of emotions, as the moon
rose to paint the sand ivory. Yugi looked at him, eyes steady, with sudden
understanding and acceptance, and Atemu stared back with reciprocated feelings.
�� And the moment was gone.
�� Yugi smirked, a challenge in his
eyes, which intrigued Atemu coaxing his own smirk to the front as Yugi�s hips
began to sway again, this time, his movements taking on the sensual tone of the
evenings dance.
You want to play, little one? Then let us
play. Atemu grinned
accepting Yugi�s challenge as the boy lifted his hands into the air performing
tight grinding circles with his hips, half-lidded eyes playfully glancing at
him from beneath his eyelashes.
�� Lounging in his chair watched the
dance as it progressed in urgency and need, showing the driving urge of completion.
Sweat glistened on Yugi�s pale face, cheeks flushed brightly, and little belly
rolling with the controlled rolls and thrusts of his hips.
�� Yugi was calling him out, with his
moves, beckoning him to come out and dance with him. Atemu smirked, sinking
lower into his chair. The pr-aA obeys not
mortal� With a single curled finger, he called Yugi to him. Urging his
little dancer closer, to please his god. Come,
slave� Atemu thought darkly, as Yugi again rolled himself to his knees
bending backwards before flipping to all fours. In a move Atemu had never seen
but greatly appreciated, Yugi began to crawl toward him.
�� The burn in his belly grew hotter as
Yugi advanced closer, his back end swaying from side to side. Up the steps he
crawled, sliding up and between Atemu�s spread knees, and then he rested his
hands on his golden thighs his head following suit.
�� His breath burned his skin, as Yugi
attempted to regain his breath, and Atemu could feel the rise and fall of
Yugi�s chest against his legs, his heart pounding the rhythm of his dance into
his own body. �Have I� please my pr-aA?� Yugi asked, voice no louder than a
whisper, and Atemu shivered in desire at the huskiness of Yugi�s usually soft
voice. He nodded in reply, lifting his hand to trail it down Yugi�s cheek and
neck.
�� pey-i bnr nny bek.�
Atemu purred, watching as Yugi�s eyes flashed in retaliation to his comment.
But before the role playing could be brought to a close, Atemu shifted, placing
his lips searchingly on Yugi�s.
�� It was slow, eyes open watching the
other. Lips pulled apart then connected again, this time parted slightly,
tongues brushing gently. Atemu pulled back slowly, pleased when Yugi moved to
follow.
�� Come up here, akhu.� Atemu
whispered against Yugi�s lips. Yugi�s eyes opened slowly from where they�d slid
closed. Atemu smirked and leaned back into his throne, showing that he wish for
Yugi to sit in his lap.
�� Yugi moved slowly, almost
uncertainly, but he didn�t balk. Once Yugi was seated in his lap, one pale leg
on either side of Atemu�s own�his wrap bunched up by his hips showing his boxer
shorts and the pleasant bulge beneath. Yugi was slightly red once more, and
Atemu smirked, his hands skimming up Yugi�s thighs to rest on those tiny hips. This is what I wanted� what I�ve craved
since the first time he threw himself into my lap like this.
�� Ate�� Atemu�s finger stalled the
rest of Yugi�s words, and with a stern look, Yugi amended by kissing his
fingertip. �pr-aA.�
�� Atemu nodded, moving his hand back
down to hold Yugi�s hips, fingers flexing. He liked the feel of Yugi straddling
his legs.
�What
do you wish of me, pr-aA?��
Atemu smirked.
�� Dance for me�� Atemu watched the
shock that penetrated Yugi�s eyes, and leaned closer, mingling their breath. ��
right, here.�

^^^^

�� The dank smell of rot clung to the
musky room, hidden beneath the sand at the base of the old temple of upper
Kehmet. It had not been disturbed for years, since the creation of the
millennium items. No one had dared to disrupt the balance. To challenge the
living god, the pharaoh.
No one, save him.
Bakura�s grin was
feral as he forced his way into the tomb of the forgotten.
The resting place
of Exodia.

~~~~~~~~~

(Ending Theme:
Night Flowers)
```
I'm wandering lost in the land of love;
```
please come find me.I hide my heartthat I thought I'd already wore the wings off of.
```
The thousands of petals
```
which color my heartmake me yearn for you, almost sadlyOnce more
```
Mirage that slips through my fingers
```
the moment I grasp it...I want to steal away all of you.
```
Brandishing a frozen knife,
```
love dances, scattering the night flowers
```
Love, comfort, let go - even my heart...
```
Feel it more intensely
```
If it's destiny,
```
then I don't need peace or warmth.
```
Brandishing a frozen knife,
```
love dances, scattering the night flowers
```
Break, injure, seal it away - even my heart...
```
Love me more intensely

~*~

Translations:

�Hri hm-ntr.� ��Be quiet, Priest.�
Mn � To remain
Tw lw m-t! iri nn mdw
m sw ntt w3t! � You are (a)
dead man! Do not speak of
him
that way!
Iti st hsl, Tw mArxprr!
� Take it back, you wretched beatle!

Tw stp n mdw H na Sm
m-bAH wi, s3R(a)�microsoft word doesn�t have the right symbols for it�isfty? � You dare speak with hate in the presence of me,
the
son
of Ra, evil one?
iri nn iri pf m wHm-a � Do not do that
again.
fh wi! � Release me!
s3 nt sAb. � Son of a jackal.
Pey-i bnr nhy bek�My precious little
servant.

A.N. Okay, so there is chapter 12. Hope it
came across all right. If it�s not as good or choppy let me know and I�ll fix
it up as much as I can. Anyway, please review if you have time, and Merry
Christmas to all!!!!
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