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Okay,
since you guys actually like what I had up the first chapter here is the second
one. So far I�m thinking this is just turning into one of those mushy � romance
type of stories, but oh well, I�ll just write what this cute little plot bunny
is whispering in my ear and wonder where its going after he goes to bed for the
night.

Thank
you for reading!

Note
to Cody Thomas: Yeah, I read that through after reading your review. It is
pretty confusing. And although I was trying for that, I wasn�t trying for that
much of it. Thanks for letting me know. When I get the wording right I�ll do a
repost.

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Three
nights later, inside the Hyksos Palace:

Ryou
sighed tiredly, settling his chin in his hand as he lounged sideways on the
uncomfortable yet extravagantly decorated throne. It was well past midnight and yet none of them had been able to
sleep �again. These late night emergency conferences were becoming a rather
obnoxious part of their daily routine.

The
six of them originally tried to deal with one catastrophe at a time, right up until
they had all piled up and the group found that, much to their dismay, nothing
had been accomplished in the first place. Now they were right back where they
started, with a couple of additional complications as a bonus prize.

A
piece of flyaway hair tickled his nose and he absently brushed the snowy strand
away with a sigh. Why couldn�t anything in life be simple?

The
doe-eyed teen tapped his fingers against the throne in vexation while his
thoughts wandered to the precarious dilemma they now found themselves in. This
was not what he had imagined of their lives once their king died � not that he
was saddened by the loss, exactly. It just wasn�t what he expected.

And
most of it was due to one person in particular, a certain someone who just refused
to cooperate, to believe in himself. Irritated russet eyes darted to the diminutive
figure of his friend in accusation, as the young man repeatedly paced the lower
floor in front of the dais, oblivious to his friend�s thoughts.

Gathered
around a hastily set up table on the lower level in front of the throne sat
four other teens � one girl and several boys � all dressed in their night
clothes, their weapons discarded on the cluttered table, and each one of them
following that same slender figure�s progress back and forth across the expanse
of the high domed room with mirrored expressions of understanding and sympathy.

It
wasn�t fair that the past two weeks worth of calamity had been dumped squarely
on their friend�s already overburdened shoulders.

�Don�t
worry so much. It�ll be fine I�m sure of it.� Ryou attempted to console his
aggravated companion as he hid another yawn behind his hand. �It just looks
worse than it is �cause we�re all tired.�

�Wha?!� The smaller teen stopped short and
turned to gape at him before throwing his hands into the air in a gesture of exasperation.
�No it doesn�t! I wasn�t meant for this�this life�it wasn�t meant to go to me!
And now everyone is gone� I�m surprised no one�s revolted yet, that�s the only
thing left�you guys�I love you, but you don�t know anymore about this than I
do! I don�t know what to say�how to act�what do I do�? This was their life! Not
mine! Not me!! I�M NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!�

The
slender youth�s last words had risen in tone as well as volume and the aggravated
manner in which they were spoken made each of other teens blink in surprise. The
turbulent emotion that was clearly evident in his voice had, up until that
point, always been held at bay behind a polite, caring smile. Now all that pent
up frustration was in danger of boiling over and all they could do was sit on
the sidelines and watch.

�Oh
gods, the people are going to murder me before we can find a capable
replacement.� The frustrated new king finished, scrubbing at his face with his
hands. �We need to get those letters out to the high councilors. They would
know who to name as the new king.

Anzu
smiled thoughtfully as she gazed at her friend. �Yugi, I wish you would
reconsider. I think you will make a great ��

�Don�t
say it!� The teen called Yugi interrupted as he held a hand up to ward off the
words he didn�t want to hear. �I swear to all the high gods. Just don�t.�

They
had been over this conversation time and time again in the past couple of
weeks. And Yugi didn�t feel up to explaining himself yet again. He couldn�t do
this. He wasn�t knowledgeable enough to be responsible for an entire country.
If it weren�t for his grandfather he wouldn�t have even had any education to
speak of. He was no good with public speaking � the list went on and on and he
was sick of rehashing the same argument over and over again.

He
would turn the kingdom over to the high council of countries so that the Hyksos people could finally have the life they deserved. It
was the least he could do after his father�s tyrannical reign. And then he could
live out the rest of his days in a normal, peaceful little village somewhere,
just as he had always dreamed of. No riches, no difficult decisions that would
affect other people, no threats of war, just him, his grandfather, the rest of
his friends if they wished.

If
he could hold out until help arrived, that is.

��
Okay�I won�t say it. Just so you know, though, you really would. We all think
that.� The lady capitulated, holding her hands up in surrender.

Yugi
went back to his pacing while the others around the table nodded, each with
murmurs of agreement. It was a pity that their friend was afraid to take this
life and run with it. He could be the greatest ruler their nation ever had.
They all agreed on that point. The boy was kind � almost to a fault � generous,
fair-minded, and yet still held the understanding that those who did wrong
deserved punishment.

Their
friend wouldn�t shirk his duties, as his older brother might have done. And he
would be nothing like his father.

But
convincing the young royal of that when he had heard all his life that he was
absolutely useless, well, it wasn�t going well at all. The task was nigh
impossible. And tonight their young friend had worked himself into an absolute
fit stressing over all the problems that he faced this early into what was
supposed to be his reign.

�Stop
worrying over it, Yugi.� The blonde boy seated at the end of the table spoke
up. �You�re better than they are! You can do this!�

Yugi
turned a half-hearted glare on his shaggy-haired friend. �Enough
Jou. It�s not right to speak ill of the dead�and I�m not, if you want
the gods� honest truth.�

Jou
pounded his fist on the table in a show of anger, startling everyone in the
room and causing the exhausted white haired teen to jerk backwards and smack
the back of his head on the throne. Ryou discreetly rubbed at his aching head
as he aimed a glare at his boisterous friend.

�Bullshit!
You call it as you see it! And as I see it it�s true.� The blonde retorted as
he stood up to face his friend�s angry gaze head on. �They made your life hell,
right along with everyone else in the country. Now you have the chance to make
it right ��

�It
doesn�t matter �� Yugi stalked forward, intent on standing up for his decision
for the last time.

�Hold
right where you are!� The six teens froze at the sound of the menacing voice.

Yugi
whirled around to face the unexpected intruder, drawing his sword from its casing
only to realize with a fading hope that they were completely surrounded by a score
of brawny soldiers whose armor he knew he should recognize, but for the life of
him, could not.

Damn
it! The small teen cringed as he backed away. He knew better than to have sent
out most of his personal security to cover for the absent city guards. All he
had left were Ryou, Jou, Malik, Anzu and Honda, and although they were good at
wielding weapons in his defense, they weren�t good enough to take on this many
intruders all at once.

Once
again the small royal bemoaned his lot in life. Why had his father and brother
taken half of their forces on that failed excursion against Persia?! It had left him no choice but to
scatter what was left of their troops around the city to keep the peace until
more soldiers could be recruited. Now he and the others were in deep trouble
and the only other people who would realize it were the palace servants.

Like they could be of much help if they
even wanted to be.

The
group of cornered teens snatched up their discarded weapons and tightened ranks
around their new leader. Jou and Honda moved in close to Yugi�s side just as
Anzu and Malik moved into position to protect his back, a deadly look in their
eyes as they stared down the enemy.

Ryou
bounded down from the throne with a snarl and placed himself directly between
his new king and this latest threat, an ornamental dagger pointed at the large
intruder who had managed to get a little to near to the group for his comfort.
The man backed up hastily just out of reach of the sharply pointed weapon,
unwilling to become the first casualty of the night.

Their
country�s hopes and dreams rested on the shoulders of this one young royal who
had been the unwanted product of a union between the king and a Persian
princess whom he had kidnapped and forced into marriage. Shunned from birth by
anyone of consequence, their new sovereign had wanted absolutely nothing to do
with his rightful heritage even as they were fighting for him to keep it.

The
white haired teen snorted as he thought about that sad reality. Yugi had never
been meant to take the throne, his father and older brother despising him from
the time they realized that he would always be of a small and � they thought �
delicate nature. In truth Yugi had more courage than both of his murderous kin
put together, although it rarely showed due to the obvious hatred his young
friend had encountered on all sides.

Both
the young royal�s bloodline and small stature were taken
into account when residents of the palace gazed upon him, not willing to look
past the faults that he couldn�t control and into whom he really was.

It
was only thanks to the teen�s maternal grandfather, who had given up his own
Persian royal heritage to ensure that his daughter was treated decently even in
captivity, that Yugi had any kind of normal upbringing at all. The old man was
a veritable shrew when it came to nasty remarks concerning his only grandchild,
defending the boy with everything that he had.

As would he, if it came to that. Which, Ryou rather hoped it wouldn�t,
for he wasn�t quite so sure he wanted to die yet.

Jou
had the same thoughts as he reached out and touched a comforting hand to his
smaller friend�s shivering form, facing down their adversaries with a glare of
his own. He and the others would be damned if someone else was going to come in
here and take over � placing their countrymen right back in the position that
they had just gotten out of not more than two weeks ago.

They
had enough problems right now, what with Yugi�s disbanding of the original
council that his father kept due to the obvious greed of its members, their
missing army, the villagers� continued unrest, the teen�s grandfather�s long
absence and Yugi�s steadfast refusal to even think of keeping the throne for
himself. They didn�t need this on top of it!

�His
Royal Highness Pharaoh Atemu, ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt! All hail the Pharaoh!� One of the
invaders announced in a booming voice, drawing everyone�s attention to the
entryway.

Yugi
closed his eyes in despair, a shudder running the length of his spine. Oh gods,
why now? What had he done to warrant the attention of the warrior king of
Egypt?! He could be sure this wasn�t a friendly visit. He had heard tales of
the war-loving king with divine abilities ever since he was nothing but a
toddler. Stories of unprovoked attacks and raids into peaceful, sleeping
villages his father and brother would recite to him at night in an attempt to
toughen him up � not that that ever worked.

And
now here he was meeting this menace face to�

Movement
at the entryway caused young king to peer around Ryou�s
shoulders curiously in order to get a good look at the one person even his
father had been afraid of. As he watched the procession of what looked like
priests and higher advisors Yugi realized with a sinking heart that these next few
moments would probably be his last on this earth.

He
wouldn�t even be allowed the chance to give up the throne voluntarily.

Two
by two the procession marched gracefully into the room, as if out on a midnight stroll. The first pair of men was
merely higher soldiers � as was the second pair. The third duo, though, held
the young ruler�s undivided attention with their strikingly different, and
menacing, appearances.

One
dressed in the robes of a commoner, with hair of the softest white, contrasting
severely with his narrowed eyes of the darkest night. The second man dressed in
the colors of a royal guard with hair of the lightest blonde and slanted eyes
of violet that held a malicious glint.

Once
the unusual pair made their way fully into the room they spared a mocking glance
for the pitiful group huddled within, passing whispered comments back and forth
which had both bursting out into raucous laughter as they presented the group
with the sharp points of their swords.

Marik
laughed when the group tensed as one. �Aww, look at
the little play toys he left behind for us Bakura. Won�t they make a nice
addition to the ones we have at home?�

The
white haired thief nodded with a vicious grin, picking up on his friend�s
frequently used intimidation tactic. �Why I think that�s an excellent idea, ol� buddy of mine. We�ll have to ask Atemu if we can keep �em.�

Yugi
swallowed thickly as he closed his eyes, murmuring a brief prayer. If only
there was a way to make sure his friends didn�t share in his fate. It was his
fault they were in this mess. He never should have allowed them to try and
convince him to keep the throne. If he had held his ground earlier they wouldn�t
even be here right now.

But
no, he had to start to believe that he just might be good enough. Well, right up
until the near riot this afternoon. Now it was too late. There had to be some
way to keep his friends out of this fight!

But
before he could even consider forming a plan two more men paraded into the
room, both wearing colorful robes signifying their priestly status � one with
eyes of such an icy blue that the small king couldn�t keep from shuddering at
the piercing glare that was thrown in their direction.

He
turned his eyes to the second person in order to take his mind off of the icy
look that promised retribution. The second priest kept whatever hair he had
well hidden beneath a crisp white turban, the mysterious yet kindly brown eyes
that stared back at them so calmly doing nothing to ease Yugi�s growing anxiety.

After
a few moments of silence, when no one else came through the archway, it seemed
the procession was over. Yugi drew an unsteady breath and blinked. Where was
The Pharaoh himself? Could he have been one of the men who had already entered
the room � perhaps the one with the wise and somewhat understanding expression?
If so did that mean they had a chance at bargaining with the man for their
lives?

�Looking
for me?� A menacing baritone voice whispered from behind them, dashing what was
left of the young regent�s hope as Honda was dragged away from the rest of the
group � a knife resting casually against his throat.

Startled
the group broke ranks before reforming, never taking their eyes off of their
opponent as they squeezed Yugi back in the middle for his safety. They leveled
their swords at the enemy as if daring them to come any closer, the look in
their eyes saying they were ready and willing to fight if it came down to it.

�Why
are you here? What do you want from us?!� The young king shouted over his
friends, elbowing Jou in the side in a failed attempt to move him out of the
way, the tremor in his voice apparent to each and every single person in the
room.

Locking
eyes with the one who had spoken out, Atemu gave a victorious smirk but said nothing
in hopes of the usual admission of guilt that happened when the enemy realized
they were outnumbered and outclassed by his forces.

Jou
immediately shushed his younger friend, pushing him back into the center of the
guarded ring and Yugi stomped on his foot in retaliation causing him to hiss in
pain.

�Let
me handle this Yugi.� He whispered.

�No,
it�s my responsibility.� Yugi replied just as softly. �I don�t want you to get
hurt!�

Jou
glanced back at his smaller friend with a wry grin. �Oh now you understand your
responsibility, huh? Well I always knew what mine was, my king. And that is to
protect you.�

Yugi
blanched at the reminder of Jou�s position in the
hierarchy. But he didn�t get the chance to make a comment as they found their
discussion forcefully interrupted.

�Where
is King Hasim?�

The
arrogant tone did nothing to put the teens at ease and Jou was the first to
respond. �He�s not here! Whaddya want with him?� The
blonde snapped as he turned to face the man who had spoken, leaving Yugi enough
room to finally get a good look at who they were up against.

Yugi
gasped as he caught his first glimpse of the man whose title alone would set
even seasoned soldiers to quaking in their boots. Never would he have
imagined�The person who had haunted his worst nightmares was�well, he was stunning
� and young. And did he mention absolutely stunning?! The young king shook his
head and risked another glance only to find himself
unable to look away.

The
Egyptian royal was absolutely breathtaking. Dark, sun-kissed skin, angular jaw,
exotically slanted ruby eyes set beneath two gracefully arched brows. And from
what Yugi could see, what wasn�t hidden underneath the heavy chain-mail and
leather armor, the youthful Pharaoh had a slender, lightly muscled figure that
truly wasn�t much taller than he was.

That
detail in itself gave the young king pause as he tried to figure out how
someone so young, so petite could be classified as a demonic tyrant, a ruthless
killer of countless innocent people. It took Yugi a moment to realize that
those striking ruby jewels were directed right at him, in absolute rage, and he
shrank back from the scorching glare with a new understanding of fear.

�I
will ask one more time�where is your king?!� Atemu tightened his grip on the
man in his arms, forcing the knife to dig a little deeper as he stared directly
into frightened amethyst eyes. Honda gasped in pain as a trickle of blood ran
down the side of his neck. When nothing other than stunned silence met his
comment he snapped �My patience grows short.�

The
Egyptian ruler knew from previous altercations of a similar nature how to tell
when his adversary was beginning to have thoughts of giving in. He had seen it
before, as his opponents� eyes dimmed when they realized there was no other
possible way out, just as it looked to be the case here.

His
best shot to get through this with as little bloodshed as possible was held in those
terrified, innocent amethyst eyes peering out at him from behind the blonde.
They were the key to the others� resistance. But until the little one broke the
stand-off would continue, so Atemu forced his hand with a small movement of the
knife to make it seem as if he would slit his prisoner�s throat then and there.

�NO!!
Don�t! He�s dead! What do you want from us?!� Yugi cried, unable to watch as
his friend died before his very eyes.

The
Egyptian ruler smirked momentarily as the boy fell into his trap, but the
pleased expression faltered as he quickly realized what was said. He then
blasted the group with a fiery glare, one that had left lesser men pissing in
their pants, making it quite clear he was not amused. At all.

It
was time to go to plan B. An imperceptible shake of his head told his men that
it was time to end this before it got out of hand.

Atemu
had noted their lack of experience when he had taken his prisoner earlier. And
he used it to his advantage as he captured their full attention with his
demands. While their concentration was on the Pharaoh, Bakura and the rest of
the Egyptians found an opening and moved in to separate them.

The
confrontation was over in the blink of an eye, one moment the defending teens
were huddled in a tight formation with Yugi in the center, the next they found
themselves each struggling in the arms of one of the Pharaoh�s men, weapons
nowhere near their reach. And not one of them had even seen it coming.

The
scarlet eyed royal nodded his appreciation to the men who had anticipated his
unspoken wish to end this altercation without bloodshed.

�Tsk, tsk, you should learn to
answer when spoken to boy.� Seto chided as he wrapped the frenzied blonde�s
arms behind his back with one arm, the other one wrapped around his throat
nearly cutting off the boy�s oxygen.

�Let
me �� Jou wheezed.

��go!�

�Leave
us �!� Anzu stomped on her keeper�s foot, his howl of pain adding to the chaos.

��hands off me!�

Having
lost what little patience he had with the defiant group, Atemu rounded on them
with a snarl. �SILENCE!!!� �

� Once stillness reigned the Egyptian monarch
handed his slightly injured captive over to Mahaado for safe keeping. He paced
the room, glaring at each one of the teens who had so foolishly attempted to
play hero for reasons only they knew, as he gathered his thoughts. If the old
man hadn�t ordered the attack, then who had?! Or was this a ruse to throw him
off track?

As
Atemu glanced around with a dawning realization, his eyes were drawn to the same
naive amethyst that he had seen peeking out at him from behind one of the
other�s shoulders during the earlier confrontation. Had he not been so pissed
off he might have actually been intrigued by the alluring face that showcased
the gorgeous eyes. But at this moment he was too enraged to see past the fact
that the only people in the entire palace were�

�� children?!� Marik scoffed as he attempted to
subdue a struggling Malik. �Why would they leave children to guard the throne?�

�I
am not a ��

�Is
this some type of joke?!� Bakura cut the blonde�s words off as he pulled tight
on Ryou�s hair, wrenching his head back and causing
the younger teen to squeak in discomfort, but the brave teen refused to give
his look-alike the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Atemu
quickly assessed the situation, taking the measure of his prisoners as he carefully
weighed each of the options open to him. Option one was to kill them all. But
that left a bad taste in his mouth.

As
often as he was vilified by the high council of countries for his retribution
tactics he had never developed the taste for spilling the blood of youth or
innocence. The thought of killing them had been bad enough when he thought them
to be only misguided villagers, but now that he knew... Atemu shook his head.

The
second option was to scare the truth out of them. If their king was truly dead,
then one of these boys was heir to the throne, he would bet his title as
Pharaoh on it. And he wanted to know which one, along with how much they knew.

�How long?� He snapped in a deadly voice, staring
directly into the eyes of the child that he had terrified so thoroughly with
his earlier display of force.

Yugi
shivered at the harsh manner in which the older monarch had spoken to him. He
had heard that tone so often whenever he had been spoken to by his father that
he knew he should have been immune to it, but it didn�t matter. That, coupled
with the condemnation in those fiery eyes was too much for him to take. If this
man was here to take over the throne why hadn�t he killed them already? What
was he waiting for?

�How long damn it?!� Atemu snatched the shivering teen from
the soldier�s grip and pinned him against the wall with his body, the dagger at
his throat. The slender figure fit so perfectly against his that, for a second,
the bemused Egyptian royal lost his composure before he reined his thoughts in
by sheer force of will. �How long has he been dead?!�

Yugi
valiantly struggled to form an answer that the other, more powerful sovereign
would accept. It didn�t matter what he said, he knew his life was forfeit once
it was learned that he was the new king. It should have been over now if what
he had heard all his life was true. Why were he and the others not dead yet?

�Leave
him alone!� The others chorused as they renewed their fight for freedom.

�Back
off him asshole!� Malik shouted into the fray.

�Silence! I am speaking to the little one here.�
Atemu snarled at the group before turning his sole attention on the trembling
form he held in his grasp, gaining a beseeching look from the child for his
tone. Those eyes were going to be the death of him. �Answer me whelp or I will
run you through and toss your body into the street.�

�T-two
w-weeks�please�l-leave my friends o-out of this. Th-they�ve done nothing to you!� Yugi stuttered.

�If
your king is truly dead who is the new king?� Atemu ignored the plea as he
continued to bombard the smaller teen with questions.

Yugi
opened his mouth to answer but he found himself unable to push the words past
the lump in his throat. He didn�t want to die yet. He had just started to live.
�P-please��

�The
white haired child was sitting on the throne when we walked in.� One of the
guards supplied.

�Is
this true?� Atemu tightened his grip on the blade, drawing blood. When no
answer was forthcoming from his speechless captive he dug a little deeper. �Is
this true?!�

Yugi
opened his mouth in an attempt to speak�

�Stop!!!� Ryou yelled from where he was
struggling against Bakura. �I am the king you seek.�

That
foolish comment gave the young king the courage to come out with the truth. �N-no,
I am� Yugi countered swiftly, hoping that he had spoken in time to save the
other teen from dying violently at the hands of this madman. Oh gods what was
Ryou thinking?! He couldn�t let his friend die for him.

�Stop
protecting me! I am the king!� Honda joined in, his loud words turning every
head in the room.

Anzu
broke out into large tears, sobbing loudly. �None of them is speaking the
truth. They are all trying to protect me Your Highness. I am the princess.�

�That�s
not true! I am!!� Yugi shouted in an effort to be heard above the others, but
his voice wasn�t nearly as loud as theirs. Yet he continued to hope that
someone would heed his words as the noise level grew out of control.

The
room quickly became a maelstrom of confusion and disorder as each of the
captives, including the one that he held, tried to out-shout each other�s claim
to the throne. Atemu stepped away from his prisoner in frustration, releasing
the boy back into the care of the soldier who had held him earlier, before he
rubbed the bridge of his nose in an effort to quell the rapidly approaching
headache.

�Silence!� He roared, clenching his fists against
the need to knock some sense into the six teens.

These
kids were infuriating! Did they not realize that it was in their best interest
to not lie to him? Eyes flashing the Egyptian royal stalked back over to stand
in front of the one person he had been able to frighten into giving information
earlier, at least until the white haired boy had spoken. As he loomed over the
smallest of the rag-tag group of teens he snapped out his question between
tightly gritted teeth.

�Who. Is. Your. Rightful. King?�

Yugi
dropped his gaze, unable to stand the censure in those eyes. �I am.� He said
quietly. He should have told the truth earlier. Now he was unsure of whether
the other would believe him or not. But he had to try. His friends� lives
depended on his ability to convince the imposing monarch of the truth.

The
others loudly mimicked the boy�s words once again, leaving Atemu to rethink his
tactics. He had his suspicions as to who was the true king. But he wanted
confirmation first, before he acted on his beliefs. Right now nothing was going
as it should have. Sure the group of children before him was shaking in
collective fear, but Atemu had no doubt that they would protect whoever was the
rightful ruler to the end.

The
exasperated Egyptian royal snorted as he turned away, dismissing the group from
his sight. �I have a solution to this nonsense. Separate them and confine each
to a room on the upper level. We will settle this in a different manner.�

At
Seto�s questioning look Atemu gave him one that spoke
clearly of his irritation. Taking that as his cue, the blue-eyed priest
signaled to the others that it was time to take their leave.

No
sooner than the silent exchange was completed and Yugi found himself hoisted up
onto the shoulders of his captor. The slender royal kicked and punched, trying
everything he could think of to get out of his degrading position, but to no
avail. It didn�t seem that his struggles slowed his keeper�s pace by even a
step as he was carted ignominiously from the room along with the rest of his
friends.

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