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Reverse Of Reverse	By : LaniReaper Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hot,
Egyptian sunlight was filtering through the window, painting a rectangle of
light on the bed cover. As he shifted, Yuugi�s face was caught under the shaft
of light, and he groaned uncomfortably. Still mostly asleep, his voice came out
in a stream of muttering;
�Why in Ra�s name s�it so sunny... sun rises on the
other side of the palace... not fair it�s here today, m�sleeping...�
Yuugi�s
body shifted again, and he curled in on himself, entirely content to go back to
sleep. His groggy, barely-awake mind cast about, randomly. Enjoying his bed,
thinking how lucky he was to have his own room, then
finally coasting over the day�s chores...
... The Millennium Puzzle!!
Yuugi�s
hand jerked up, and he felt at his chest. His hand met nothing but skin, and a
wash of panic ran through him. The boy�s eyes snapped open, and he immediately
froze at what he saw.
He wasn�t
in his room.
Sitting
up in the bed that wasn�t his, Yuugi�s eyes did a slow take of the room he was
in. It was large, and luxurious; the walls adorned with decorations, and exotic
things from other countries that he couldn�t recognise. Looking down at the
bed, he felt a soft jolt of shock when he noticed the covers weren�t simple,
white cloth. The topmost cloth was made of expensive silk, and embroidered with
a rich, golden thread. With the reverence of someone brought up to care for
expensive things, he pushed the covers down. Lifting his eyes again, that was
when he saw it.
The
Millennium Puzzle was sitting on a small table, a short distance from the bed.� It was mounted on top of a simple plinth,
which was carved with hieroglyphs that Yuugi only halfway understood. Climbing
out of bed� - he
was pleased to note he was still wearing his worn, worker�s cloth � he moved to
the Puzzle. Picking it off the plinth, he looped the leather around his neck.
Common sense told him to leave it where it was, but he was just too confused.
The Puzzle, at least, gave him an odd sort of comfort.
�My
king?�
Yuugi let
out a soft eep.
Turning around, his eyes went wide when he recognised the captain of the Guard,
and he immediately opened his mouth to speak. Before he�d so much as made a
sound, though, the Guard bent into a brief, but low bow and continued speaking.
�We have
an issue you need to address, great Pharaoh. I forgive my intrusion into your
sleeping time, but the man in question refuses to wait.� The Guard looked up,
briefly, taking in Yuugi�s stunned look, then down again. �I will wait for you
outside your room when you are ready, my lord.�
It was
all Yuugi could do, to keep his mouth shut, and watch, as the Captain bowed out
of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Left
alone, once again, Yuugi�s face was a mask of horror and shock.
�Why...
what�s going on...� His voice came out weak, and his body was shaking a little,
�Why does... he thought I was the Pharaoh. I don�t... understand...�
Numbly,
Yuugi�s hand came up to the Puzzle, and he looked towards the door, �But... if
they think I�m the Pharaoh, then where�s Atemu?� As he worried, the boy�s hand
smoothed over the pyramid of the Puzzle. There was no power in it today. It was
just a lifeless piece of metal, against his chest, and Yuugi hardly noticed the
difference. Taking a few, numb steps forward, he
finally arrived at the door. Pushing it open, he felt an uncomfortable twist at
his heart, when the two guards on the door lowered their heads and stared at
the floor. The Captain of the Guard was waiting for him, however, and Yuugi
fell into step behind him as they walked down the corridor. His hand never left
the Puzzle.
What the hell is going on...
The
Captain lead him, to Yuugi�s surprise, to the council
room. As they pushed open the door, Yuugi remembered the previous day. It felt
like years ago, when he�d crouched, and spied, and found out about the missing
Puzzle. By accident, it felt like, because all he�d wanted to know was if Atemu
still looked at good as ever.
�Unhand
me! I said unhand me!�
The young
boy was jerked out of his memory, harshly, as a voice cut across his mind. His
heart suddenly pounding at five hundred times a second, he immediately looked
to the center of the room. The events unfolding
there, made his heart almost stop.
Jounouchi,
dressed in his finest Guard�s gear, was holding still � or trying to hold still
� a very angry, struggling,� Atemu. The
Pharaoh was squirming, and wriggling, with all his might, trying to escape.
But, Jounou was good at his job. Every time the Pharaoh got one arm free, Jou
would grab it and restrain him again. As Yuugi watched, Jounou did something
with his leg, and the Pharaoh fell to his knees, with a grunt. Jounou�s voice came out, and it sounded heated; angry.
�His
lord, Pharaoh, is coming specifically to oversee your punishment. You have
interrupted the Son of Ra�s rest, and now you intend him more disrespect by your
behaviour!? I will not have you acting this way in front of Pharaoh Yuugi! You
will be calm, or I will beat you until you cannot move; is that clear!?�
Watching
his friend talk that way, combined with the way he was treating Atemu, was
enough to make Yuugi�s stomach flip. Looking from one to the other, he
momentarily forgot his quiet, and took several steps forward. His voice rang
out, sounding a little shrill, but loud;
�Stop it!
I�m here now, so stop it!�
The two
men in the middle of the room turned their attention to Yuugi. Jounouchi�s reaction was identical to the Guards, in that
he bowed his head. One hand on the back of Atemu�s neck, forced him to bow his
head, too, but Yuugi hadn�t missed his expression. Atemu had looked at him with
those gorgeous scarlet eyes wide with shock and anger. And,
most importantly, recognition. Atemu recognised him, for who he was, and
Yuugi felt relieved, despite himself.
Momentarily
shaken, the Captain of the Guard seemed to remember what was going on. Taking a
few steps forward, he stood just a little behind Yuugi. His voice came out low,
and calm, but firm.
�This man
is a slave, working in employ of the royal family since his birth. His name is
Atemu. The other workers provided us with that information. This morning, he
caused a ruckus in the slave�s quarters, as everyone was waking up. He is
insisting that he is the Pharaoh. When we attempted to apprehend him, he
demanded an audience with you, great Pharaoh.� The Captain�s words ended on a
slightly amused note, as if Atemu�s story was totally ludicrous.
Looking
at the Captain, then at Atemu, Yuugi felt his stomach jerk, awkwardly. His hand
on the Puzzle, started stroking it again, as he tried
to decide what to do. Taking one of two steps forward, he stopped about an arm�s
reach from Jounou and Atemu.
�L-...let
me see his face.�
Jounouchi�s hand moved back, and Atemu lifted
his face. The two of them locked eyes, and Yuugi felt the familiar jerk, and
warm panic. Even in this situation, Atemu�s gaze made him feel naked. It might
have had an even stronger reaction, but Atemu�s expression was angry. Angry, suspicious, and even a little resentful.
�Let
us... let us be alone.�
�But-...
but my lord!�
Yuugi
turned to look at the Captain. Atemu looked, too, but without saying a word.
�I...
really cannot recommend this, Lord Pharaoh. He has proved to be violent, and
his claims...�
Yuugi
stared back at him, levelly. He�d decided what to say before the Captain was
finished speaking. Pulling some courage out of no-where, he raised his voice a
little, and tried to put authority into it.
�I said,
leave us alone!�
The
reaction was immediate. The Captain bowed his head, and murmured a quiet �as
you wish, my lord Pharaoh�.� Yuugi was
mildly impressed; he�d been prepared to be laughed at. But, instead, the
Captain of the Guard was stepping back, retreating from the room. Jounou was a
little more hesitant, but when Yuugi looked at him, he released Atemu.
Standing, the blonde boy bowed at Yuugi on his way out. Usually, he would�ve
felt sadness, that his friend would bow to him, but he
had other things on his mind.
Atemu was
glaring at him, with an expression that would make the strongest man in the
world go to his knees. Sweat broke out on Yuugi�s skin, and he was rooted to
the spot. Whatever he�d had planned, he completely forgot, in that moment.
After what seemed like much too long, Atemu spoke.
�I know
you.� His voice was quiet, controlled. �I�ve seen you before. Who are you?�
For a
moment, Yuugi debated telling him. He could just say, �I am your Pharaoh�, and
he had a feeling no-one would dispute it. Except maybe, Atemu
himself. But, faced with those piercing, unforgiving eyes, he couldn�t
just lie and pretend. The small boy bowed his head, and his hand tightened on
the Puzzle. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, and subservient.
�... My
name is Yuugi Motou. I�m a slave in your service, my lord Pharaoh.�
�I knew it!�
Atemu�s
reply came immediately, and Yuugi jumped a little. Looking back up, he was
surprised to see, all the anger had gone from Atemu�s eyes. Now, he just looked
persistent.
�I knew I
wasn�t insane. You are not the
Pharaoh, I am!� Atemu shook his head, wildly, turning to face the large chair,
at the top of the council chamber. �I was there, just yesterday, explaining how
I�d lost the Puzzle to the council members. But just what the hell is going on?�
The man turned again, and Yuugi shrank back just a little more, �Why do you have the Puzzle?�
It was
too late now. Yuugi took a deep breath; �I found it, in my chambers, lord Pharaoh.
I was cleaning the halls outside the council, and I... I overheard.� I didn�t know what to do... the Guard would
execute me, they�d think I took it!� He gulped,
pausing for a moment, then carried on, in a softer
voice. �So, I promised, I�d return it somehow. I was planning to sneak it into
your chambers... but... when I woke up, I was in your
bed, and... and everyone thinks...�
�That you
are the Pharaoh.�
Yuugi
looked up, confused for a moment, then gave a brief
nod. Being this close to Atemu was making his body shiver, unpleasantly. It wasn�t
a happy nervousness. It was a rooted-to-the-spot nervousness. Deer in headlights.
Atemu was
frowning, obviously thinking. As he thought, he started to pace up and down the
room; punching his left fist, into his right palm, eyes shut. It made Yuugi
feel a little better. He�d seen Atemu display identical behaviour whenever he
thought deeply about something.
�... The Puzzle. Did you do anything to it?�
�Do...
anything?� Yuugi looked up at him, blinking. �No. I don�t know anything about
magic, my king.�
Atemu
waved his hand, dismissively, and turned his eyes on Yuugi. �You don�t need to.
The Puzzle�s special. It-...� The Pharaoh paused for a
moment, looking at Yuugi. When he spoke again, his voice was calm. �You aren�t
supposed to know this, but, under the circumstances...�
�The
Millennium Puzzle is a very special object. It�s true, it serves as a focus for
the shadow magic inherent to my line, but that isn�t it�s
only power. The reason why it is kept so closely guarded,
is because it has the power to grant one wish, to the person holding it. You
can imagine how dangerous that is, so it�s kept an absolute secret.� Atemu
shook his head, and his expression changed to a despairing one. �Did you wish
to become the Pharaoh, little one?�
Yuugi�s
eyes were wide. As if appalled by the idea, he shook his head, gripping the
Puzzle more tightly, �N-no! No, my lord! There is-... there�s no-one more
suited to the position of Pharaoh than you, my king. I would never... you are a
god made man.�
Atemu
made a soft, annoyed noise, looking to the side. �... Then I do not see how
this could happen. The only link we have is the Puzzle, but if you didn�t make
a wish...�
For a
moment, it didn�t occur to him. But, slowly, as he watched his beloved Pharaoh,
Yuugi began to remember what he�d said, that night, as he was drifting off to
sleep.
I wish I could be with him. But...
what interest would the great Pharaoh take in a boy like me?
I�m nothing to him. I wish...
... I wish I could have a chance,
one chance, to be close to Atemu. Because, I bet, that would be wonderful...
... But, that�s just a dream. It�d
never really happen.
�M-...my
king...�
Yuugi�s
voice was shaking, and his hands fell from the Puzzle. That couldn�t have been
the reason, could it? It didn�t make sense.
�Little
one?�
Yuugi
looked up, and Atemu was giving him a quizzical look. For a moment, Yuugi studied
that handsome face, while he tried to find a way to phrase what he was going to
say.
�A-actually...
I did make one wish... although, I didn�t know...�
The
Pharaoh�s eyes lit up with eagerness. Taking a few steps forward, he stayed in
Yuugi�s field of view, as the smaller boy bowed his head.
�Well?
What was it? What did you wish for?�
�I-... I wished-...�
The slave�s voice faded to nothing, and a bright blush spread over his face.
His hands joined, over his stomach, as he fiddled with his own fingers, �I-... I-...� He couldn�t say it. The words kept dying in this
throat. Gulping, around the lump forming in this throat, he shook his head
rapidly. With his cheeks still burning, his voice came out in a rush; �But I
don�t see how it could have caused this. It was something totally unrelated!� Which, he thought, was true.
�... Huh.�
The Pharaoh was frowning at him, with a slightly resigned look. For a moment,
he just gazed at Yuugi, then sighed. Turning away, he
gave a hopeless shrug, and stared along the other side of the room. �Then we
have no clues.�
Yuugi�s
face rose, and he found himself staring at Atemu�s
shoulders. It had been years since he was this close to the Pharaoh, he couldn�t
even remember. Back then, the man�s shoulders hadn�t been so broad, or so
muscled. His build had been thinner, more boy-like. It must have been more
years ago than Yuugi thought. Also silently, he sighed, and finally spoke.
�... So,
what do we do?�
�Nothing.� The reply came immediately, and
Atemu turned around, �I cannot convince a nation of Egyptians that I am the
true Pharaoh, and you are a mere slave. They would not accept it. The Pharaoh
is a god made man, in the eyes of his people.� His voice was edged with slight
bitterness, but Yuugi only had a few seconds to wonder at it, because the man�s
next comment came almost immediately. �... You look a lot like me.�
�W-what?�
�Look.�
Atemu moved to him, and one hand went to Yuugi�s shoulder. From the point of
the touch, the slave felt a warm jolt of excitement, which seemed to spread around
his body, and set his whole frame shivering. He barely realised, as Atemu
guided him across the room. There was a big, polished mirror set at the end of
the room. It had been a gift, from one of the far eastern countries. Standing
the two of them in front of it, Atemu gestured at their reflections.
�See?�
Yuugi
didn�t see. Atemu�s body was tall, and muscled, and tanned. His face was all
fine, refined lines. Looking at himself, he saw a thin, almost girlish body
that barely came up to Atemu�s shoulder. His skin was still, persistently,
disgustingly pale, despite the time he tried to spend in the sun, and his face
was still all soft lines and big eyes, like he�d never lost the puppy fat of
childhood. He wouldn�t usually call himself ugly, but next to Atemu, he felt
it. It was around this time, he realised Atemu�s arm was still loose around his
shoulders, and he stopped paying attention to his reflection.
�Your hair, and your eyes. You look like me. A
little shorter, maybe. How old are you?�
�Sixteen,
my king...�
Atemu
frowned. Yuugi opened his mouth to confirm his age, despite his looks, but
Atemu overrode him.
�You aren�t
going to be able to call me that here.�
�H-huh?�
�The... �my lord�, �my king�... it�s going to make people suspicious.�
His blush
returned, with a vengeance, and he looked up at Atemu with wide eyes, �But I... I couldn�t call you anything else! I couldn�t! It�d
be...�
�Call me
Atemu.�
Yuugi
choked, and cut off mid-sentence. Looking away from his precious crush, he
found himself staring at his own reflection instead. �I... I couldn�t...�
�Until we
know why we�re here, we�re not going to be able to arouse anyone�s suspicion.
So, please, call me Atemu until things are back to normal.�
�My
lord.�
Atemu�s
arm jerked back as if he�d been burned, and the two boys turned around. The
Captain of the Guard was standing just inside the room, looking between the two
of them with a confused expression.
For a
moment, Yuugi didn�t respond, but a nudge from Atemu reminded him of his place.
�Y-yes?�
�Is....
there a problem? The prisoner should be taken to a cell to await punishment.�
There was
a brief stab of apprehension, and Yuugi felt Atemu stiffen next to him. �N-no. He isn�t gonna be punished.�
The Guard
gave him a look as if he were insane, �... My Pharaoh?�
�He-...
it�s no problem. Actually...� Yuugi�s mind worked fast. He�d see how far he
could stretch his supposed �Pharaoh� title. �... I want him moved into the
Pharaoh�s chambers. Er, with me.�
The Guard�s
eyes were wide and bulging, and his mouth hung open a little, �My lord, I must
protest to this...�
�N-no! I want him in the Pharaoh�s
chambers...!� Yuugi was shaking from nerves, as he tried to put some importance
into his voice.
�... Very well, my lord. Call if you require our assistance.� The
Guard gave him a blank, obedient look, then a bow, before he turned and left
the room. The two boys were left alone again, and Yuugi felt some fingers
brushing his hand. The contact made him jump, and he looked up at Atemu.
The
Pharaoh was smiling at him, just a tiny bit. As Yuugi looked, the smile
extended to a smirk, and he nodded slightly, �Thank you, little one.�
It was
all Yuugi could do to try and hold back his blush. His skin was crawling with goosebumps, and the trapped-in-headlights feeling was back
with a vengeance.
�S-sure,
my l-.... Atemu.�

(Author�s Notes: Some notes on
this! I only intend this to be a short fic, so don�t
get your hopes up. It�s based on a random idea I had while my computer was
busted. Or, more accurately, a random (naughty) image.
So, yes, it�s doubtful this will go beyond 5 chapters, and will contain some
lemon later. In regards to A Dark Chance, I haven�t given up on it! I�m having
a bit of trouble with the new chapter, and what I�ve done might have to be
rewritten, but never fear! The fic isn�t dead!)
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