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Chapter 3!!
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Chapter 3

�� Anzu dearly
wished that she had not gone along with Yami that night. He�d beaten Panik, the
eliminator, without a hitch, and the duel had not been that bad, though
some of the monsters Panik had called up were creepy. Even knowing Yami would
penalty game him for losing was not a problem.
�� The problem
was when Panik had tried to cheat and kill Yami � and really, they hadn�t
expected a gun, but that was normal enough, she supposed � Mahaado had
literally thrown herself in front of him.
�� Which would
not have been a bad thing.
�� Except Panik
had fired.
�� And he had
hit the Ring.
�� And the
Ring had screamed.

�� Mahaado�s
eyes had gone completely blank, instead of the green they were now � becoming
an emotionless, fathomless dark blue � almost black, and her hair too, blonde
darkening to a plain, dull brown, but that was all, until she had pointed at
him and shouted �Summon Ka, Magician of Illusions!�
�� And that
was when they saw what was wrong, because what she summoned was no longer the
Black Magician.
�� It was the
Magician of Black Chaos.
�� It was
angry too. Yami just shook his head and watched as she blasted Panik. And then
Mahaado turned and started to fuss over him, when he hadn�t even been
hurt, and Yami just laughed and they began conversing in Ancient Egyptian.
�� Anzu
watched, and she wondered, how did Yuugi feel? How would he feel, being second
to his older brother, who was brilliant and powerful and if Mahaado did not
lie, Pharaoh?
�� She liked
Yuugi, but she was in love with Yami.
�� And she had
a sudden bout of clarity, that she would never have Yami.
�� Should she
settle for Yuugi then?

�� Yami liked
his Mother. She wasn�t a weak woman, but she was protection and comfort, and as
fierce as a Sphinx when she needed to be. He had watched her with fear, but she
had survived, the magic metal of the Sennen Ring not even dented, and her
Magician was beautiful.
�� She was
clever and sly and brilliant and powerful, charming and polished and glittering
like gold, but soft and pliable and warm. She was exactly the parent he wanted.
He saw glitters of his heritage every time he looked at her, and idly wondered
how he and Yuugi could even possibly be related.
�� Yuugi
probably took after their father.

�� He was
angry; too, that Yuugi never spoke to their mother, never acknowledged her, and
continued to cling to the idea that he had no mother. Why would he give this
up?
�� Perhaps
Yuugi wanted their father. Yami did not remember much of their father, just a
distant smile and an occasional pat.
�� But he
remembered his mother. Protecting him, training him, healing him � for she was
a powerful magician, the most powerful they had at court � and the afternoons
when they cast illusions and ran out of the Palace to mingle with the commoners
and reminded themselves why they loved Egypt so.
�� For the
people, for the land, for the animals�
�� For
everything�

�� He could
even dimly remember his sacrifice. His mother had been dead, already, but he
remembered Seto Kaiba � or cousin Set, fighting him with the Blue Eyes, and
when it destroyed his mother � well, Dark Magician � he had screamed, and the
darkness had laughed but he had shattered the Puzzle around his neck and it had
worked.
�� And he had
wandered the empty hallways for the Puzzle forever. But Yuugi had woken him up.
He was grateful for that, but now�
�� Now, as he
watched Yuugi glare at his mother, he didn�t feel grateful at all.

�� Mahaado
ignored Yuugi. He was her son, perhaps, but he was not her shadow child, her
Pharaoh. She had treated him well, even though he had been three years younger,
and not her child by blood. Akunumkanon had managed to get some whore on the
streets pregnant and had kept the son. It was lucky his bloodline was so
distinctive that no one had doubted.
�� Still, she
had not disliked Yuugi, until that day.
�� That day
when he chose the side of a mere slave-girl, a foolish dancer who had tried to
rob the palace, over his brother, was the day Mahaado had snapped. He had
fought his brother, and wounded him � badly too, with that spellcaster � that
damned light-type spellcaster. She had destroyed the tablet personally
afterwards.
�� Of course,
he had apologized, but that was when she had known.

�� He chose
the commoners over the Pharaoh, even thought the Pharaoh was created to protect
them.
�� He chose a
dancer over his brother.
�� He chose
mortality over immortality.
�� He was not
her child.
�� She had
Yami.
�� And she did
not need Yuugi.
�� He had hurt
her precious Yami!
�� And now
that dancer bitch had been reborn, and was trying to get closer to her precious
child. She wouldn�t let her.
�� It was all
right. Yami was still shadow, still dark, still hers�.

�� He smiled
at her as she poured them fresh date wine. He opened his mouth and then closed
it.
�� Yes?�
�� Mother, do
you remember that day when I accidentally shattered your magic, and so for the
next week every time I misfired a spell you splashed me with date wine?�
�� Oh, she
remembered that week well. Yami had been particularly mischievous that week, he
had turned Akunadin�s beard and hair into feathers, and changed Akunumkanon�s
throne into a puppy that ran off into the marketplace, and four squads of
soldiers had spent three days looking for it, and that had been the week one of
the Ethiopian dignities had come to visit, and so Akunumkanon had had to sit on
a chair, a wooden one disguised � quite poorly, with gems and feathers
and fastenings � as his normal throne, and they had laughed. It was quite
amusing.
�� She didn�t
like Akunumkanon much. Their marriage had not been one of love. He had almost
no magic, and even the Puzzle did him little good. And she was the strongest
magician Egypt had. She was young, not exceptionally beautiful, but strong.
�� Pharaoh had
wanted power. He had wanted a strong heir.
�� So she had
gone. And Isis and Hathor had filled her mind with dreams, and they had
whispered that she would bear Egypt a strong child, a true Horus, and that was
enough for her.
�� Yami was
her Horus.
�� She was his
Isis, and his Hathor, to protect him and love him and kill for him. And Yami liked
it that way, though he�d nearly had a heart attack when she�d thrown herself in
front of him.
�� He supposed
he would just get used to it. After all, hadn�t she always protected him? And
she couldn�t die that easily�
�� Dark Queen.
Dark Prince. Dark Magician. Darkness.
�� There was
little place for light among them, and Yami decided he didn�t really care.
��
End Chapter
Completed 4/28/06
You know, I always thought Black Magician and Magician of
Black Chaos were the same person (Mahaado). And I guess Capsule Monsters helped
confirm that, with Dark Magician evolving into Magician of Black Chaos�

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