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Emergence of the Tombkeepers	By : Aten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer:‭ ‬I don’t own Yugioh and make no money off of this.‭ ‬I do own the OC’s‭ (‬Aten,‭ ‬Aria,‭ ‬Umi,‭ ‬Robbie,‭ ‬and anyone else not Yugioh-related.‭)

Chapter List
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//...........//=yami to hikari
/............/=hikari to yami

Garden of Paradise
Malik sat under the open sky amid the garden that Odion had planted. Years ago, this courtyard was barren. It echoed with desolation and loneliness and provided the only access to fresh air. The barren courtyard only served to magnify his despair of never leaving the tomb. There was no beauty. No hope. Only the longing for the outside world. Odion’s addition of the Egyptian native flora not only brought the sweet smell of life, but pride. Pride to be Egyptian. Pride to be the only place in the world where certain flowers were able to exist despite the harsh environment. Malik noticed that some of the flowers had been grown exclusively for enjoyment of the ancient pharaoh’s of Egypt. That made him feel special. Royal. He had never been proud of his heritage, seeing it as a prison instead of a privilege.
His eyes moved to the archway to the garden. His mind expected to see his father standing in the archway, scolding him for not studying his scriptures. Malik would run back to his room with haste to avoid his father’s wrath. He had no reason to fear his father or this sanctuary.
“Malik?"
The Egyptian turned his head and saw his former rival standing in the doorway. “Isn’t it perfect, Yugi?" Malik asked as he picked a lotus from the flowerbed beside the stone bench. “It’s nothing like I remember it. Everything is so beautiful.Odion did such a great job, didn’t he?"
“Malik, we have to leave."
Malik’s smile slowly faded. “Leave? Why would we want to leave?"
Yugi’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why would---? Malik, look around you! This isn’t our home! This is a tomb! It’s for dead people. We’re alive! We don't belong here."
“This has been the Ishtar family’s home for generations."
Yugi narrowed his eyes. “As I said before....This is a tomb! Not a home! We have homes back in Domino. You have a home with Marik, Ryou, and Bakura. I have-." Yugi stopped and the anger slowly melted from his face. “I have no one. Glenn is dead." Yugi lowered his head and wiped the tears which were flowing down his cheeks. “I never said goodbye to him. Grandpa is dead. Glenn is dead. Yami is gone. I don’t have anyone. I’m.....alone." Yugi lifted his head. “Why did you kill him?"
Malik looked at Yugi’s trembling bottom lip. “Yugi, I don’t remember doing that."
“Well, you did," Yugi’s voice spitting a quick blast of venom. “Glenn didn’t need to die!"
“Yugi, I’m sorry that happened. It was nothing I would consciously do."
“Malik, we need to go home. I have to get back to the Game Shop. I'm sure Ryou and Bakura are wondering where you are."
“I doubt that." Malik stood up and crossed his arms with the lotus flower still clutched in his hand. “They never needed me."
“That’s not true, Malik. And even if it was, Marik’s out there."
“With MY Millennium Rod." Malik threw the flower on the ground. “That fool. That......misguided fool. That is my item. It belongs in the ancestral home of the Ishtars. We must get it back. Perhaps Joey will be able to get it back for me."
Yugi walked over to Malik and grabbed his shirt. “Please! Malik, listen to yourself! Joey is not your puppet!"
Malik shrugged nonchalantly. “My hold on his mind may have been broken by you before, but now he is motivated by something quite different than mere mind control. Something more powerful than any mystical relic."
“Which is?"
“The truth."
“What are you talking about?"
“Joey had his heart broken by Seto. The Millennium Rod simply made it easier for him to be dominated."
Yugi stepped back from Malik. “But you don’t have the Millennium Rod anymore."
Malik nodded. “All in good time."
Yugi shook his head. “Malik, we are going home."
“We’re not going anywhere, Yugi. You are staying here with me until we aquire the Millennium Puzzle to bring back Yami from the Shadow Realm."
Yugi crossed his arms against his chest. “You hated the pharaoh. You hated him in Battle City, after he helped subdue Marik, and even after Aten and Aria were born. You hated him. Forget me if I’m wrong, but I know you had sex with Yami after Marik died from the Yami Virus. You wanted to get Yami’s Millennium Puzzle so you could resurrect Marik. I’m sure you hated him after that. And yet, after all that you still want to get him back?"
Malik sighed and returned to his seat. “The Tombkeepers were created for a purpose, Yugi. It was our charge to protect the pharaoh’s tomb until he returned. He has returned. Through you. He is now gone, trapped in the Shadow Realm. If we return him back to life, our clan will have purpose again."
“Yes, as his SLAVES! Malik,you don’t want to be his slave, do you? I know Marik wouldn’t be so happy about it."
“I don’t give a damn what Marik thinks!" Malik’s furious voice echoed through the courtyard to the sky above. “He left me! My life was miserable with him! Now that he’s gone, I don’t need him anymore. Besides, Yugi, if we bring Yami back...." Malik looked Yugi in his eyes. “You will have the other half of your soul back.It may not be the most attractive of souls, but darkness cannot exist without the light."
Yugi bit his lip and looked down. He missed Yami. When Yami first came into his life, his lonely life had ended and a new dawn came. Yami was his friend, confidant, and protector. He wanted that Yami back again.With Glenn gone, he dreaded returning to the Game Shop. He knew the Game Shop wasn’t the same after Yami left. It wouldn’t feel the same without Glenn.
Malik shrugged. “Perhaps, the pharaoh’s return would not be such a bad thing after all. He will be among us once again and maybe we can regain the splendor of the Ishtar family."
“And do what? All of the other Egyptian families are long gone."
The Egyptian chuckled. “Not all of them," he responded with a glimmer in his eye. Yugi’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.....Malik,they are your family."
“They WERE my family! They turned their backs on me. Ignored me. Well, not anymore. The Ishtar family will thrive once more. The Tombkeepers and the Rare Hunters....they were my family and they will always be my family."
“There’s no Ishtar heir now besides you."
Malik shook his head. “Aten."
“He’s not a full-blood Ishtar, though."
Malik chuckled. “It’s close enough."
“He escaped. Besides, Malik, you know damn well that Marik will skin you alive if you dare to mess with his child. You know how protective Marik is of his son."
“My Tombkeepers and Rare Hunters will keep me safe."
Yugi crossed his arms against his chest. “Marik is dead. He has the Millennium Rod which can control people’s minds and the weather. You know he can bury us here."
“He won’t."
“He’s a very strong yami, Malik. You of all people know what he can do to you if you strike a nerve."
Malik sighed. “I know, but I have family here."
“Damn it, Malik, they are not your family!" Yugi shouted. “They are insane, dangerous psychopaths! Don't you remember what they did to you as a child? Don't you remember Battle City? They were ruthless! They were going to kill us!"
”TRYING TO KILL US IS LIKE FRIENDSHIP!” a voice echoed from down the hallway. ”YEAH FRIENDSHIP!”
Yugi closed his eyes and sighed with resignation. Of all the places in the world to be trapped with Anzu, why here?
“Odion has been a part of my childhood and he was my friend! He is not insane! Look at everything around you! This is not the act of a lunatic!"
Yugi shook with fury. “Listen to yourself! These people almost killed Joey and me in Battle City. My only regret is that they failed to crush Anzu beneath that large-ass container. She probably would have said how friendly it was to be crushed by thousands of pounds of steel."
“You know she would have."
“My point is that these people are killers and thieves."
Malik shrugged again. “You had no problem talking to Bakura and Malik. They’ve killed people and they have stole from many people, including you."
“They never killed in cold blood. These people will do that! That is why we have to get out of here. Together."
“You and I are not leaving.You should go to your room and lay down, Yugi. You have had a long day."
Yugi narrowed his eyes in defiance. “Fine. I’m going to look for a way out. There has to be an exit somewhere.”
“If you leave,we’ll bring you back here. We need you as the pharaoh’s vessel.”
Yugi took a deep breath and walked away. This isn’t over.
Malik watched the shorter duelist walk away then looked up at the bright, blue sky above him. He closed his eyes as a warm, gentle breeze caressed his cheek and carried the sweet smell of flowers into his nose. Beautiful.
                    *                                      *                                      *
Yugi walked along the corridors of the tomb with his hands in his pockets. The entrance to the tomb was sealed and guarded.   Malik had won the first round, but Yugi knew he couldn’t give up. There had to be another path out of the family tomb.
He stopped periodically to examine the murals painted along the walls. Most of them depicted scenes from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Anubis was judging the pharaoh’s heart beside the feather of Ma’at. Osiris, Nepthys, and Isis welcomed the pharaoh into paradise. All of the murals of the pharaoh depicted Pharaoh Yami in a positive light. His power. His leadership. His charisma. Yami had met the major Egyptian Gods and was painted beside a very primitive drawing of Slyfer the Sky Dragon.
Yami killed Aria and Aten after they failed to defeat him. Who is this person? Bakura was already dead. Perhaps it was one of Aria’s children. Yami died of old age, comfortable in his bed. Yugi sighed sadly. None of the others were so lucky. Yugi continued through the labyrinth of tunnels. I’ve heard Malik talk about this place, but I’ve never seen it. Yami is standing on a balcony in this painting. Thousands of people are watching him. Yugi tried to read the hieroglyphics, but sighed at his lack of knowledge. Yami never taught him how to read hieroglyphics. As he progressed deeper into the earth, the pictures of the pharaoh turned more sinister. Yami was no longer the wise ruler who wielded power and mercy. A mural illustrated Pharaoh Atem’s soul being enveloped by the Millennium Puzzle and a defaced figure smashing it into many pieces. The only clue to the person’s identity was a few illustrated strands of white hair.What’s this? It looks like Yami and.....Bakura! Yugi stopped before the mural. Yami towered over Bakura with the thief’s hands bound behind his back. I haven’t seen many murals in here which shed a positive light on Yami’s reigning years. I would think the tomb builders would want to show Yami in a more positive light. Wouldn’t they want him to be viewed as being merciful and righteous before the gods? Unless.....unless someone changed the murals planned for Yami’s tomb or someone....painted over the original plaster. Yugi stepped towards the wall and used his finger to scratch off a fragment of plaster, revealing paint beneath. Someone’s painted over the original images! Could the Ishtar family have done it? No....they were charged with protecting the tomb. Painting over the original image would be akin to vandalism. Perhaps Yami Marik did it. He never had much love for Yami. With his love of Bakura, he would want the truth of Yami’s tyranny to be told. until he confronted a golden door beneath a lapis lazuli archway.
                    *                            *                            *                            *
Yami Marik winced as a quiet cry came from the nursery across the hall. Although the sound was not as loud as Aria’s when she was a baby, he could hear it. And it woke him up. His eyes half-opened as he grumbled. Someone please stop it....Bakura....Ry? Damn,my head is pounding today. Need coffee.....and maybe a donut. Maybe. No. I shouldn’t. I don’t want to get out of bed. It’s not the same without Malik here. At least I can spread out on the bed.
Marik stretched his arms and legs wide, taking up the entire king-sized bed. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. I don’t want to get up. My head is pounding.
The baby’s crying gradually subsided as he heard Ryou’s calming voice in the hallway muffled by his closed bedroom door. “Now, now, we don’t want to wake up Uncle Marik. He gets cranky when he gets up before nine.”
“He’s probably already awake, Ry,” Bakura yawned in the hallway. “I’ll make the coffee.”
Yami Marik slowly sat up in bed and glared at the closed black curtains where a halo of sunlight peeked through the sides of the drapes. Slowly rising from the bed, he stretched his arms above his head. A spark of pain rippled from the base of his spine to his neck. “Ow. Motherfucker.” The yami rubbed the back of his neck.
He sauntered to the bedroom door and opened it slowly. He descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen with a groan. “Coffee.”
“I’m getting it ready now. Give me five minutes," Bakura responded as he turned his head to see his former partner. “Are you alright?"
Marik groaned quietly and sat across from Ryou at the kitchen table. “Yeah, peachy," he grumbled.
Ryou looked up from the kitchen chair as he rocked Therion in his arms. “Oh, Marik,I’m sorry he woke you.”
“I couldn’t sleep so well last night. I think I’ll sleep down here tonight.”
Ryou looked sadly at Marik. “It’s Malik, isn’t it?”
“Don’t. Say his name,” Marik growled as he glared at Ryou in fury, his lip curling in disdain. The yami’s body tensed as a snarl escaped his throat.
Ryou straightened in his chair as he saw wildfire burning behind the yami’s eyes. He clutched the baby against his chest. “I’m sorry, Marik. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Marik gradually relaxed and leaned against the back of his chair. His fingers ran through his blond, spiky hair. He saw Ryou watching him with unsettled eyes. Bakura poured water into the coffee carafe. “Ishtar, maybe you should go back to bed. I’ll bring you a cup when it’s done perking.”
Marik nodded quietly as his eyes shifted between the couple. “Maybe you’re right, ‘Kura.”
“Go upstairs and rest. I’ll get the coffee on and be up in about ten minutes.”
Marik shuffled his feet out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bathroom. He washed his face and stepped into his bedroom. He laid on his side and watched the doorway for Bakura’s inevitable arrival with coffee.
//Malik, can you hear me?//
/......................../
//Fine. Be a dick.//
/..................../
Marik growled as he glared at the door. How dare he not respond to me? Does he not know who he is dealing with? I am his yami, his other half! He’s not going to get away with this! He’s going to regret this.
When Bakura entered the room carrying two coffee cups, Marik propped himself up on one elbow.
“The little shit won’t talk to me.”
Bakura sat beside Marik and placed his coffee cup on his lover’s side table. “Well, if you called me a little shit, I would at least have the common courtesy to call you an asshole.”
Marik sighed and took a sip from the coffee mug. “Shukran.”
“No problem. In speaking of an asshole, what crawled up yours this morning?”
Marik licked his coffee-covered lips. “Malik tried to order me back to the tomb last night.”
Bakura nodded slowly. “I can see why you are still here, then. That place was never your favorite vacation destination.”
“So why would it be Malik’s?” Marik asked defensively.
Bakura shrugged. “Maybe he’s getting nostalgic for what he used to have. Although, I have to admit from what he has said about the tomb, I can’t imagine why in his right mind he would want to go back there.’
“That’s exactly it, Itemri! He’s not in his right mind!” Marik exclaimed.
“Can Malik mind-control himself with the Millennium Rod?”
Marik rolled his eyes. “That’s dumb.”
Bakura raised a curious eyebrow. “Five-thousand years old and ‘that’s dumb’ is the only response you can say? It’s a perfectly valid question. Why else would he want to stay there in the tomb?”
Marik leaned back against the pillows. He stared into the black coffee pensively. “You should have seen it. Odion, the Rare Hunters, and the Tombkeepers made many improvements to the tomb.”
Bakura raised a curious eyebrow. “What are those clowns doing with Odion? I thought they were disbanded. And the Tombkeepers, I thought the Ishtars…Wait.” Bakura paused. “My brother and sister claimed to be Tombkeepers. Did you see them there?”
“No. If that shithole wasn’t such a torture chamber of pain and despair in the past, it would have made a nice home.”
“Like my oasis?”
Marik’s purple eyes looked at Bakura angrily. “You were never carved like a Christmas goose in your oasis. You never felt the pain of a hot blade piercing your flesh as you beg for mercy. Begging never stopped the pain.” Marik closed his eyes and turned away from Bakura. “It never did. I wish the fuck it did.”
Bakura watched Marik cover his eyes with his hand and tremble. The blond yami suddenly jumped as if something struck him from behind. “Marik…..” Bakura slowly reached out his hand. As his fingertips touched Marik’s upper arm, a booming scream of terror blasted from his throat.
“Marik! Marik! It’s me!” Bakura said quickly as Marik dropped the cup of hot coffee on the bed.
“’Kura! What’s going on up there?”
Marik leaned forward into a protective ball and covered the back of his head with his hands. “The whip….his belt!”
Bakura kneeled beside Marik. “Marik, you’re not in the tomb!You’re free. Come on, partner, pull yourself together.”
“He bent me over and beat me for hours. Malik never felt any of it. He never did. He didn’t stop until he had me at the edge of death.Malik was so young. There was no way he’d be able to survive the loss of blood. That whip cracked so loud. It was like lightening.”
Bakura put his arm around Marik and leaned into Marik’s ear. “He’s dead, lover. Gone. You put an end to his tyranny.”
Ryou’s footsteps raced up the stairs and into Marik’s room. “Marik, what’s wrong?”
“It’s alright, Ry. I have him.”
Ryou walked around the bed to Marik as the blond trembled. “You poor baby.”
“I did everything for him and he betrayed me.” Ryou sat beside Marik and put his arm around him. Ryou caressed Marik’s blond hair. “Malik will realize what he has done, Marik. He’ll be back after he realizes how much he misses you.”
Bakura looked at Ryou. //From what I have heard, if Malik comes back, we’re going to need a lot more than two monsters to keep us safe.//
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