Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Memories of Shadow and Light ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

A.N. Hey, I am back, once again with chapter nine! Wow, half way through the story already… I'm not going to know what to do with myself when I complete this. ^-^ Okay, so I lie… I have about 12 other story ideas, two or three will be more than 4 chapters, but the rest are pretty short. Most reviewers keep asking me not to drop this fic, and well, I have an answer for you on this. As long as I get reviews (no matter how many or few) with each post, this will continue, because, if you took the time to review, I should take the time to continue, right? So, enough of my chatter.

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

“… Yugi's trapped in my past, and I can not follow. If I run back to my memories, I leave this body with out a soul, and the body will expire leaving no place for Yugi to return to. All I can do is wait for his return. Kaiba found that there is a mention of Yugi in the ancient texts.” Yami paused, his voice losing some of it's steadiness, and he glanced out of the window at the bright streets.

For a brief moment he wondered if Sugoroku was going to open the shop or not, but quickly shoved the thought off, not too concerned with the idle notions.

Sugoroku had moved so that he was slightly in front of Yami for this retelling of events, and Yami could tell that the elderly man was still unaccustomed to his grandson's body being controlled by another person.

What would he say if he knew that he used to be my advisor once upon a time… Yami managed a half smirk at the thought, but it was tempered with a deep remorse that brought the look down. Sugoroku seemed to notice this, for he reached out to pat Yami's shoulder comfortingly, his plumb eyes level and calm; soft with age and understanding.

Yami looked away.

How can he look at me when it's my fault that Yugi is… that he will be… Yami swallowed against the lump forming in his throat. He wanted to clear his conscience, but he had the feeling that bearing his feelings and fears about Yugi to Sugoroku, was not the best of ideas.

Firstly, he had no clue how the elderly Mutou would react to hearing that a spirit had homosexual feelings for his only grandson, and secondly, telling the grandfather that he thought he might rape the man's grandson wasn't too bright in and of it's self.

“Yami-kun?” Sugoroku asked in a even voice. The spirit darted crimson eyes to him, blinking several times at the image of his old confidant, if insane, advisor, and relaxed.

“Sorry, I'm still not used to being helpless in this situation. The implications… bother me.” Yami admitted grudgingly, looking down to his hands, fingers woven together in his lap. It reminded him of the first time Yugi had held his hand. The way his smaller hand slipped so perfectly into his own. The pale, soft skin warm against his own darkened complextion. Yugi had not shied away from his ghost like appearance, had not been afraid or disgusted in the least. In fact, he seemed to recognize him in some way, and had simply smiled, extending his hand with a warm smile. Offering to share his life for nothing in return. Offering him freedom from his prison, and light from the darkness of shadows.

Light.

“… From what the tablets say, Yugi's soul must be sacrificed to the shadows in order to start the movement of history. He will cause the rift between the world of shadows and our world,” Yami paused, his hands tightening, fingers biting into themselves as he shook, his anger welling to the surface. “… and Yugi will die.”

The startled breath reminded Yami that he was not the only one in the room, and he looked up, immediately guilty for saying what he had so callously, and so plainly. This was the man's only family, aside from Yugi's mother, but as far as Yami knew, she was absorbed in her work and hardly ever home. To say that the man's only descendant would die so casually, was simply cruel.

… and for all I know, I could be the one to sacrifice him… The thought horrified the once Pharaoh, and he shuddered, chilled to the bone with the fear of what he might just do to `save' his people.

“… he will return… after that… won't he?” Sugoroku's voice was paper thin, and Yami jumped up from the couch to support the suddenly, extremely pale grandfather.

“Mutou-san…” Yami called out, his brow wrinkled in worry for the man's heart. It had nearly failed him once, and could very likely do it again. Yami cursed himself for being so stupid and placed an arm around Sugoroku's shoulders, trying to coax him to rise.

Perhaps it would be best for him to rest for the day…

“You should lay down. Your heart's been through a lot the past few days—“

Sugoroku's grip on Yami's upper arm was strong and firm, and when Yami turned to face the man he was struck with the steady stare of the adventurer he'd met in his tomb well over a decade or two before.

“My heart is fine, Yami, now tell me what will happened to my grandson.” The look left no room to dodge, and so, Yami nodded his head once, and felt the elderly man relax, ready for his explanation. Yami only hoped that he wouldn't be too disappointed with the answer.

“In all honesty, Mutou-san, I'm not sure. But the fact that he was born in this time leaves me to ponder two possible answers.” Yami caught the glance that Sugoroku gave him and grit his teeth, wishing that he knew more. “My soul was sealed the shadow realm. But light cannot exist there, there for my light half must be stolen, banished etc. So, Yugi may just be the incarnation of my lost light half. Meaning that once he returns and… is sacrificed,” Yami faltered at the word, feeling sick to his stomach before continuing once more. “that Yugi, would cease to exist.” At the tenseness in Sugoroku's shoulders, Yami winced, his mind returning to the deal he'd made with the gods. Isis had explained what the ceremonial battle would entail if they went ahead with it. The winner of the duel would live, and the loser would be sent away to the afterlife. Suddenly Yami wasn't feeling so great about his deal with the gods.

Have they seen this as a loss on Yugi's side? Is he to die because the gods see me fit to protect the word for another lifetime… alone?

“And the other is…?” Sugoroku questioned, his voice shaking, and Yami breathed out a heavy sigh, pushing his thoughts away to face the problem at hand.

A ruler shoulders the weight of his peoples despair and hurt. Their anger and fear become his own. I am a ruler… Yami sighed, his thoughts much the same as they were when he was Atemu, as he put on a false look of surety.

“The second, is the most likely choice. That since Yugi's light is needed, and because my light was still attached to my soul at the time, Yugi's soul was taken as a replacement until the time that my soul is split. My light half will replace Yugi until the time that it is no longer needed, and Yugi's soul will return to it's rightful place.” Yami gave a partial smirk, hoping that the front would fool the elderly man.

It did.

“That's a relief.” Sugoroku said, slowly rising to his own feet, and Yami allowed him to move toward the door that led to the Kame game shop below. He felt wretched for giving the man false hope, but to allow him to worry would be a greater sin in Yami's eyes.

It's time I stop cowering. If anyone is to suffer through this. It shall be me. Yami's eyes shifted, landing on a portrait of the gang on the mantle. Sugoroku in the back harassing Jonouchi, Anzu laughing nervously, Honda laughing along, one arm looped over Yugi protectively, and the small boy held the puzzle in his hands, with all the reverence care of one who held the world.

Yugi had told him once, that no one should ever stand alone, least of all a ruler. Sure he had to be strong, but there was a great strength in friendship, and sharing. Yugi'd proven this point time and time again, but at the moment, the words rang hollow.

Yugi is the glue that held us all together. The light that provided the strength required to trust and believe. And now… he's gone.

Yami frowned, walking to the portrait, his fingers easing over the frozen face of his light, his heart constricting painfully in his chest. Yugi was needed, and even treasured most by every member of their small group. He was an irreplaceable factor in all of their lives. Even Kaiba had a need that only Yugi could supply, the need for an opponent, one that he did not need to fear, one that he could trust to always play a fair game. Yami even dared to believe that his once priest saw his light as a friend.

Aibou… please come back… this world needs not a Pharaoh, but the light of hope. Only you can give that. Please… come back…

The once proud Pharaoh slumped to his knees and cried.

 

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The room was silent as he waited, sitting cross-legged upon the large bed, his soft dancing garb enclosing him in a comfortable fashion. The royal outlook of the place screamed for attention, the golden script upon the pillars, the exotic tapestries that draped the floor and walls with vibrant colors. The gold and valuable trinkets that rested inside the living quarters all screaming to be admired, but the boy's attention was snared elsewhere. More specifically by the owner of the room.

“You danced well, Yugi.” The Pharaoh said as he approached, his eyes half lidded, hungry and burning. Yugi squirmed feeling his body heat with expectation, and he fiddled with his hands as Atemu approached. The Pharaoh had removed his golden breast plate and now dropped his cape to the floor, sauntering toward the small duelist as though he were hunting his prey. His top followed shortly after, leaving Atemu in his white linen wrap, his bronze chest gleaming in the pale moonlight, dusky nipples taunt with the cool night's chill. “You look wonderful in that outfit, akhu. Tell me,” Atemu now stood before Yugi, and Yugi's heart was thundering so loudly he would have sworn that it's hammering thump was echoing in the room. Atemu smirked, sitting down on the bedside beside Yugi. His added weight caused the bed to dip and Yugi was shifted just a bit closer to the heated body of his Pharaoh. “can I remove it for you?”

Atemu's finger drifted down the side of Yugi's cheek and Yugi trembled, his mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings. Atemu smirked and leaned closer, his hot breath fanning on Yugi's face, and Yugi whimpered, trembling as the hand smoothed lower on his throat, the golden rings on that hand cold while the skin was burning hot.

“Was that a yes, akhu?” Atemu questioned, leaning further still, his finger sliding the right side of his short vest off of his shoulder slowly, branding his skin with his palm as he went. Yugi gasped, his eyes sinking closed with the feeling of that hand's seduction. “Yugi?” The question was a breath of hot air by his ear and Yugi squirmed finding his voice somehow.

“Since… wh—when does the pr-aA… need to… ask for.. anything?” Yugi let out a moan when the second hand slid down Yugi's chest, fingers brushing lightly over erect nipples. “Ah!” Yugi cried out, arching into the touch, and Atemu took the moment to slip his arm free of the vest on his right side, leaving the material hanging from his left shoulder.

“You are right, akhu… I had forgotten.” Atemu sounded as though he were laughing when his lips descended to the exposed skin on his collarbone, and Yugi jumped, cooing as the lips nibbled upon his flesh, hot tongue bathing his skin as he suckled. Yugi's arm moved up, and the hand that had been stroking his chest moved to hold his left arm in place, the other smoothing up his right side, sliding up Yugi's shoulder and around his body to hold the nape of Yugi's neck.

“Oh… Yami…” Yugi breathed, and felt the moist exhale of breath from Atemu's nose, as the Pharaoh moved his open mouthed kisses up Yugi's neck, nibbling and sucking every so often. Yugi lifted his left hand to press it softly to Atemu's chest in encouragement, as he whimpered, needing to feel his kiss upon his lips.

A soft press of lips to his chin tore a whimpered groan from Yugi, and he tilted his head toward that warm mouth with a pout, and felt the vibrations of Atemu's chuckle through the hand that was pressed to the Pharaoh's chest.

“Alright, akhu, I will give you what you desire.” Atemu whispered into Yugi's ear, and he shuddered, loving the feel before hot lips pressed firmly to his own. The kiss burned straight down Yugi's spine, and he parted his lips invitingly, not wanting to move slowly. Atemu indulged him instantly, his tongue slipping past Yugi's lips to invade his open mouth.

A sharp shiver ran over Yugi's body and Atemu pulled him closer, pressing his mouth more firmly to Yugi's in a harsh dominating gesture. Yugi melted, allowing his head to tilt back, his mouth opening further to grant the pharaoh's every wish. The arm holding his wrist snaked around Yugi's waist pulling him flush against the heated body, and Yugi moaned, smiling, spreading his legs slightly so that Atemu was slightly between them.

His pale hands stroked the skin of Atemu's chest, feeling the silky texture of his sun kissed flesh, fingertips passing over nipples gently. Atemu pressed forward, easing Yugi back upon his bead, and Yugi readily submitted, his legs twining around Atemu's hips invitingly as the kiss grew desperate.

They parted with an audible sound, and Yugi savored the moment until Atemu whispered to him once more. “Open your eyes akhu, I want to see you when I take you.”

Yugi squirmed delightedly and opened his eye, grinning widely. He drowned in fiery crimson, watching those talented lips lift up in a smirk, and it became too much. Yugi locked gazes with his lover, and returned the playful tilt of lips, cocking his head to one side before saying the very crude comment he planned to use, his backbone in place, and ready for a battle.

“Yami, fuck me.”

 

Amethyst eyes flew wide open to stare around a darkened, quiet room. Deep worried breathes escaping from the open mouth as Yugi awoke from his wet dream. What the hell was that?! I wanted… liked… and… and…NO! I am NOT GAY! Yugi blinked several times, and shook his head as he moved to sit up and perhaps smack some sense into himself, when he realized that he was pinned down by something. Huh? What is… Yugi slipped his hand down his body realizing that he was still in his dancing outfit, and blushed at the memory of his dream. I am not gay…. I am not gay… Yugi repeated to himself as he tried to recall the events from the night before, but everything seemed hazy from sleep at the moment.

A quick look around the room, and Yugi knew that he was in Atemu's chambers, under heavy blankets, on a bed, and that was when his hand met the skin of another's arm wrapped securely about his waist.

Yugi let out a squeak, and the arm pulled him back and against a broad, and very bare chest. Yugi's eyes widened and his mouth fell open, rational thought flying out the preverbal window as the horrifying notion, that maybe it hadn't been a dream at all, clicked into place.

Next, Yugi did what any normal human would do in his situation.

Yugi screamed.

He opened his mouth and let it out. The loud cry jerked the Pharaoh from his slumber and promptly threw him into a panic. His arms and legs pin wheeled for a moment as he jumped up to face whatever enemy was attacking him, and Yugi took this moment to get mad, and promptly kicked the Pharaoh off the bed.

Yugi stopped his screaming at the satisfying thump that came from the other side of the bed, and curled close with a blanket up to his chest, his face flush with embarrassment and anger. If he so much as dared, I'll make him beg for his next life in the millennium puzzle… Yugi thought vehemently, glowering angrily as the frazzled looking Pharaoh looked up from over the bed side, from the way he was breathing, just narrowly escaping cardiac arrest.

“Yugi… what in Kehmet is wrong?!” Atemu asked, standing up and crawling back onto the bed looking rather pissed off and slightly concerned. Yugi scowled and sunk deeper into his blanket-shield.

“What were you doing to me?” Yugi asked in a deathly calm tone, the one Yami had quickly learned to be his only warning to flee before Yugi attacked, but this was a first for Atemu, and he seemed not to notice the danger.

“I was sleeping, until you started your yelling.” Atemu glowered back, looking quite unamused, and it made Yugi feel guilty, and that in turn, made him even more irritable.

“Then why was your… arm around me huh? And…” Yugi blushed to the roots of his hair, “… where are your clothes?!” Yugi squeaked, his voice cracking in delayed panic. What happened last night?!

Atemu looked down at his naked form, before glancing around with a bored expression on his face as he knelt and retrieved the cloth from the floor.

Now Yugi's face had lost all color.

We did! Yugi began whimpering, unsure if he should rip Atemu a new hole in his body or sob, but did neither when Atemu shrugged, wrapping the cloth about his hips.

“It pulled off when you kicked me.” Atemu stated sounding extremely pissed off at the fact that Yugi had hit him in any manner, and it returned Yugi's fire a bit.

“Well, I wouldn't have kicked you, if you hadn't have pulled me into your arms… and… why was I in you bed at all?!”

Atemu blinked, then let out a groan, lifted up the blankets, crawled back in, rolled over on his side, and promptly fell back to sleep, or at least appeared to do so.

“Well?!” Yugi cried, blinking in utter shock that he was brushed off so easily. Atemu gave a light groan and pulled the blankets over his head. Yugi glared, and crawled over to the lump. He'd had enough of playing the “good boy” role. He was alone with his Yami, and he wanted answers. Besides, if nothing had happened, then, why should he take things so seriously, and if something did happen…

Yugi pounced onto the lump shaking the shoulder in his hands when he heard the breathless grunt of pain, and Yugi smirked, memories from his time in his other's sole room returning with a warm soothing caress.

“Yami, why am I in your bed you pervert?!” Yugi whined, and was promptly tossed off as Atemu sat bolt up-right glaring down his nose at Yugi, obviously offended at being called a pervert.

“I came in from dinner and bathed alone. When I returned you were already asleep here and I had not the heart to wake you. Though now I see my mistake.” Atemu spoke between his teeth, and it reminded Yugi that his darkness was definitely not a morning person. Though with a quick glance out of the balcony, Yugi could tell that the sky was still dark, hardly even morning at all.

“Oh…” Yugi whispered, and his mind began to clear slightly, and memories flooded back in. That's right… Yami was angry about something… but not me. He bathed alone, and I waited on his bed hoping to speak with him when he came out because I was feeling like it was my fault. I… I must have fallen asleep waiting for him… Yugi felt his face heat with embarrassment and he bowed his head, mortified that he'd just kicked Atemu from his own bed after taking it over the night before. “Sorry… antyw iwit…” Yugi whispered, and after a long moment, felt the bed shift as a large hand patted his head gently.

“You are forgiven. Now, if you do not mind, I would like some more sleep before Ra is reborn.” Atemu stated, once again crawling under his covers. Yugi watched, uncomfortable, unsure of what to do. On one hand, it was his yami, and Yami and he had shared a bed before. In the non-sexual way of course. It usually happened when the nightmares came to Yugi, but over the years, he'd kinda grown out of that habit.

Then, on the other hand, this was also Atemu, Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt, and recently, the lead role in all of Yugi's wet dreams. Must get out of this bed… now! Yugi thought, scurrying to leave, when a warm hand wrapped around his wrist stopping him.

Yugi nearly jumped from his skin, when he turned, wide, frightened, eyes to the crimson stare behind him. His sudden courage erased with that simple motion. Pain flickered through Atemu's eyes, and he released Yugi, glancing away.

“You do not have to leave, akhu. After all, you've already slept here for half the night. If you wish to remain, I do not mind. I am sure that as your protector, sharing my sleeping space with you is nothing new.” Atemu stated in that calm fashion of his, and it brought a smile to Yugi's face. Yeah, that's right… Yami's not gay, and neither am I. We're partners, so sleeping together is no big deal right? Yugi blushed at his own wording, but nodded, laying back down stiffly beside Atemu.

When the Pharaoh made no move to touch him, Yugi relaxed, though he felt oddly cold. Curling up Yugi closed his eyes to sleep, and unconsciously shifted closer to Atemu.

After a few more moments of restless shifting, Yugi settled into a comfortable position, consciousness slipping as sleep drifted in. The last thing he noticed was warm arms wrapping around him in a possessively protective embrace, cradling him close and safe. The cold feeling faded along with reality, and Yugi smiled, falling into a deep sleep. All thoughts of right, wrong, and wet dreams forgotten.

 

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The simmering heat of the day was rising in band like waves from the stone flooring and walls. The illusion creating heat waves mocked the Roman captain with their joyful dancing. There movements mimicked the sensual dance that seemed to be the pulse beat of this country, it's lifeblood and soul.

The image of a delicate, pale boy, dressed in the cool colors of the twilight sky as the sun set upon the horizon and the jeweled ebony sky took over the vast space with it's cold darkness, danced to the beat of the desert's song, innocent and so very delectable.

Pragus smirked cruelly, licking his lip at the image, feeling a sense of energized excitement pulse through his body, even as the heat caused beads of sweat to prickle his skin and made his clothing stick to him uncomfortably. These sensations only served to remind him of other activities, much more enjoyable, that caused that reaction with in ones body.

…Work before pleasure. Pragus thought with perverse joy, grinning to himself as he relaxed into his seat in the shade, waiting for his men to return from their tasks. When this place is taken over, and the pharaoh properly killed… then his little dancer will be free for the taking… Pragus laughed aloud to himself, startling a young serving girl who was bringing him the drink he'd requested.

She was small, slight, and darkened by the sun. She would have been appealing, had she had a bit more courage, but as it was, she was more broken than most of his first conquests, and if they put up no struggle, it was simply no fun in the end, for him.

Pragus took a long drink from his cup, savoring the slightly cooler liquid on his lips. Soon he'd be leaving the hot hell-hole, and return to Rome, on his ship with the salt winds buffeting his skin in soft kisses. Yes, in three days time, he'd be gone from this place and he'd bring the treaty back to his Cesar, and then the plan to infiltrate and take control of Kehmet would begin.

It was hard to believe that such a disgusting waste land could hold a power so great, that it stood a potential chance of being a threat to the great empire of Rome.

Pragus gave a scoff just as his men approached him looking over heated and tired, but they did not complain as they gave him a respectful bow and waited to be addressed.

“What have you found?” Pragus asked, surprised that his son had yet to show himself since being sent out on his mission. The thought was quickly shoved aside as the men stepped forward, grinning as they spoke.

“Ptoleme has found it.”

Pragus smirked, sloshing his drink in his cup. “Then where is he?” He asked, eager to be on his way. The guards seemed to shuffle their feet, nervous, and Pragus felt a moment of anxiousness. “Well?”

“Sir, I'm afraid that it's heavily guarded and, Ptoleme, can't get inside.” Pragus scowled, annoyance rising up inside of his heart. This was a problem that he was not ready to face.

“Does he had an idea on how to get inside?” Pragus asked, and was relieved when the soldiers nodded, their smiled back in place.

“Yes, there seems to be only one who could break inside, but all who approach him are met with a swift death. But women, seem to get a better response from him.” The lead soldier said, his light colored eyes sparkling with excitement.

“And this person's name would be?”

“Bakura. Word is, that he is a thief king. That the Pharaoh himself is unable to catch this master thief. And he can be easily bought with a fair price.”

“The price would be?” Pragus asked, and was greatly satisfied with his answer.

“The pharaoh's head.”

Pragus smirked. “Now all we need is a messenger.” Pragus brought the drink to his lips, wondering how he could convince a woman to betray her ruler and approach a man that was well known as being dangerous.

The bright laughter of the dancing boy, drew Pragus's attention to the corridor that led to the palace gardens. As he'd expected, the pale boy, dressed in his simple skirt wrap, a wrap that was so easily removed, was bouncing along beside the taller dancing girl he'd seen the first day he'd arrived.

“…and then I drew the dark magician card and—Anuksu are you listening?” Yugi chattered happily and the girl laughed, looking at the boy lovingly.

“Yes, Yugi, I am listening to every weird word you're saying, and following none of it.” Anuksu laughed, ruffling Yugi's hair. The boy's mouth fell open in shock and the girl laughed louder stepping past the frozen boy.

“Anuksu-chan! Sono wa hidori desu!” The boy cried out in that odd language of his, as he ran after the girl, who continued to mock him.

“What was that? I don't understand your gibberish.”

“Anuksu!”

Pragus smirked, an idea forming in his mind. His eyes watched the way the two walked, noting the protective stance the girl unintentionally kept over the smaller boy. She would do almost anything to keep him from harm, she could do nothing less.

“Tell Ptoleme to set up a meeting with this thief.”

“But sir—“

“Are you questioning my orders soldier?” Pragus asked with a look that ordered the man to choose his next words carefully. The young man swallowed several times before averting his eyes. It disgusted Pragus that one of his men would be so spineless, and made a mental note to himself to kill the man when the next opportunity presented itself.

The Roman Empire did not need spineless bastards like that to defend its glory. “We have a person quite capable of speaking to this king of thievery. And she will agree, if she does not want harm to befall her little friend.” Pragus chuckled darkly, downing the last of his drink, much to the confusion of his men, but the soldiers said nothing as they turned to follow their orders.

Yes… this should prove to be quite interesting…

 

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The golden light of Ra was gleaming off of the walls of the room, heating the air as it did everyday. This time though, the son of Ra was in no way comforted by his `father's' glowing majesty.

When will they leave? Atemu thought darkly, rubbing his fingertips over the pounding pulse in his temple where a rather painful headache raged. The treaty had finally been made, and on his end, signed. Now all that remained was for Rome's Cesar to sign his end, and the whole threat to Kehmet would be over.

And I can go back to worrying about tomb robbers and shortage in the food supplies. Atemu was glad that the whole procedure had come to a close, and now all that remained was the customary two days of rest and preparation, and then Pragus and his annoying men would be out of his hair for good. Or so the young Pharaoh hoped.

The treaty had outlined the rights of each nation, saying that one would not attack the other unless provoked. That if one was in need of military assistance—highly unlikely on the Roman's side—that the other would come to aid, and the basic trading of goods and what not. So the likely hood of Pragus returning with an out post was next to impossible, even so, Atemu could still not relax.

The Roman soldiers, though not committing a crime since the trade rout blockade, had been a nuisance to more than just the palace officials. They hassled the people of his city, refused to pay for what they took from the traders, and generally made asses of themselves. Of course there where the few that were unlike the rest, but it seemed that in Pragus's troop, they were few and far between.

And Pragus… Atemu groaned covering his eyes with his hand, blocking out the sunlight that caused his head to hurt more. The man had not dared to call on Yugi since the night Atemu had caught him attempting to rape the small one, but he had made his enjoyment of Yugi's dances very clear. His leering grin, and roaming eyes had caused a deep hate to swell inside of the Pharaoh, and he detested the thought of Yugi being looked at like that.

Which brought up his other problem. Yugi was a bit too good at dancing, and due to Pragus, the small boy did so every night at the evening meal. Atemu had found himself guilty of watching the boy in the same manner that the Roman did. Worse yet, he had little control over his body's reaction towards his light.

Atemu shifted in his chair, eyes softening as he thought of Yugi. They way he moved to the driving beat and pulse of the music. His dancing robes so different and enticing as his body twisted and rolled, bring up fantasies of moving against that form. The sweat that would cling to Yugi's face and bangs as his exertion built up higher. His face flushed with his work, eyes closed allowing the music to control his every move…

Atemu cursed in hieratic under his breath, rising to his feet, and left his throne room with a low growl of displeasure. His thoughts were not helping his condition any, and only added to his problems.

The corridors where silent as the day wore one, heated and miserable, most either attending to their jobs, or hiding from the Roman filth that prowled the palace and city without.

Atemu paused in his hurried pace when he passed by the gardens and caught sight of a familiar figure sitting by the Nile, beside plants that actually grew there, smiling up and into the sunlight. From the distance Yami could barely make out the soft sounds of muffled humming, but smiled when he caught the faded sound.

Yugi had been complaining for several days about the necessity of “breaks” to the workers. Whatever that meant, Atemu could only guess, but he'd given in when he realized that most of his morning was to be spent with Pragus, and told Yugi to, “enjoy his break.”

Yugi giggled at something, and flopped back to lay on the ground, amethyst eyes still lidded and his humming continued. It was amazing how simple it was to make Yugi happy, and it left Atemu with an odd feeling in his chest.

“pr-aA?” The voice slightly startled Atemu, and he was somewhat shocked that he'd been so engrossed in watching Yugi that he'd missed the approaching presence completely.

“Jonoh.” Atemu answered with out moving his eyes from the small boy, recognizing the low sound of his friend's voice. Since Jonoh's assistance in saving Yugi from Pragus's dirty plans, the guard had been less fearful to approach him, and as pleased as Atemu was that his friend was now showing signs of forgiving himself, he was also disheartened to find that the blond made sure to stay clear of him whenever Yugi was near. Whether it was because he still did not trust the youth, or whether he feared the boy's reaction, Atemu wasn't sure. Though he was relevantly certain that the later was not the case.

“The Roman's seem to be taking a day off of terrorizing the venders for the day. Guess the heat has persuaded them to be hospitable guests for the time being.“ Jonoh said with a light undertone of mocking jest. Atemu managed a snort of agreement. He would have made a comment if the soft humming hadn't grown and morphed into vocal song.

A chill ran down Atemu's spine and he shuddered at the sounds that drifted up to his ears from the lounging boy beside the Nile. He was singing in that other language that was native for him, the song chilling and sad, but it was hard to be sure for certain what with the distance between them and the wind that broke the tune apart at different intervals.

Jonoh stepped closer and Atemu lifted his hand to stall the conversation that the man was sure to try and start, wishing to listen for a bit longer to the soft voice that sang by the Nile. Jonoh seemed to catch the sound as he stopped and turned to look out at Yugi as well. They remained that way for several long moments, simply listening to the haunting words, until Jonoh suddenly began speaking, his voice unusually soft.

“When he first saved me, I was startled. I couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. Then, I thought that maybe he was mocking me, or simply trying to trick you into trusting him. I hated him.” Jonoh laughed, and leaned casually against a large pillar that held up the stone ceiling, and Atemu gave him a glance, turning back to continue to watch his little slave, waiting for Jonoh to continue. He didn't have to wait long.

“I started to follow him around, to make sure that he wasn't a threat, and found that he was more sincere than most of those who work under you, who have sworn to protect you. I was amazed.” Jonoh said, and Atemu smirked, chuckling out loud.

“He is an odd one isn't he? I myself couldn't believe his forgiveness of your actions. But that's just the way he is.” Atemu shook his head, as a locust startled Yugi from his nap, and the boy jumped up and stumbled clumsily into the water, splashing around for a confused moment, before realizing that the bug on his head was not hurting him, and then started to laugh at himself for his foolishness. Atemu smiled warmly, touched at Yugi's carefree actions. “He's just too pure to be any other way.”

Jonoh made an affirmative sound, pushing off of the pillar. “He thanked me, you know. For alerting you of his predicament with the Roman scum.”

Atemu regarded his guard, watched as the man bowed his head, and let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in astonishment.

“As if I could have done anything else…” Jonoh turned and walked away, forgetting to give the customary bow of respect, but Atemu didn't mind. No one was around to see, and Jonoh had more to think of than customs.

A warm breeze drifted up from the Nile and played with the strands of Atemu's hair, and he turned back to find Yugi back up on the grass, in those strange undergarments he'd called `boxers,' wringing out the water from his wrap. He was muttering to himself in his own tongue, and the gesture brought yet another smile to Atemu's face.

Such a being exists inside of me? Is my light? It's hard to believe… and yet…

The sound of hurried footfalls alerted Atemu just moments before a small slave boy tumbled to the ground at his feet, gasping for breath and at the same time trying to get out his message and still remain polite before his god.

After a quick once over, Atemu found that the boy was one of those who served directly under his cousin, and if the boy had come running, it meant that Seth was in one of his moods, witch was never a good thing.

And things were finally starting to settle down… Atemu complained internally, and sighed. … but a day isn't complete with out some bad news from the High Priest pain-in-my-royal-ass…

“What is it Hm?” Atemu asked, and watched the boy relax at the acknowledgement and that he was now able to relay his message without fear of reprisals.

“The High Priest requires your immediate presence.” The boy said in a small voce.

“Lead the way then.” Atemu said and made sure to keep his pace slow, so that the boy felt it safe to take his time, and catch his breath.

This had better be worth it…

Knowing Seth, the world was probably coming to an end.

 

^^^^^^^^

 

The normal sounds of the bustling crowds did little to relax the fear that swelled inside Anuksu's chest as she wove her way through the people and into the less crowded area behind the venders. Here heart played a driving beat with in her, it's fearful thrum drowning out even the yelling voices of the merchants who wished to wheedle money from those foolish enough to buy from them.

What am I doing? Anuksu thought fearfully, her hands fisted before her heart as though her arms were a shield against the threat she was approaching. How can I even consider doing this?! It's a crime, and… and…

Anuksu felt sick, her face dotted with beads of sweat that made her cold and clammy even in the hot afternoon sun. It all felt like a nightmare to her, and most of the sounds had become nothing but a low drolling hum in her ears, like the rush of the Nile as a crocodile dove forward to snatch it's idiotic prey.

And that's what I'm doing! I'm walking straight into the mouth of that crocodile, and for what?! Anuksu thought with an angered fear, quite ready to turn and run back to the palace, up to the pr-aA and tell him exactly what the Roman's had requested of her, what they wanted her to do.

But she couldn't.

The image of the pale pr-aA look-a-like, flashed before her minds eye as the small one practiced the moves of a dancer, his steps unsteady and clumsy as he tried to move in ways that a man was not made to, yet he managed somehow. Just as he managed everything else.

He was the reason she was here.

 

“Help us… or we'll kill the pale slave boy.”

 

Anuksu shivered, the threat still burning in her ears as she made her way through the throng of people. The parchment in her hand crumpled as she entered the meeting place. Several vacant houses lined the sides creating a boxed in appearance, and it unnerved the dancer greatly. She could feel her pulse in the hallow of her throat and choked back a cry that built up inside of her chest.

I have to save Yugi… so…

Anuksu set her face into a determined and unfearful mask and stepped into the center. The sound of life seemed to still, as the wind died. The sun beat down upon as though Ra himself stood above her watching her in hated anger as she put his son into such peril.

She was just beginning to feel guilt when a shadow moved to her right. Anuksu jumped, and spun to face the approaching danger, her eyes widening in fear. A deep chuckle reached her ears and froze her heart in her chest.

“The messenger is a frightened girl?” The person stood half covered in shadow, the rest in the sunlight. His hair was bleached white by the sun, his skin dark from the same, though it was marred by the white jagged scars that puckered his skin. His left check seemed to have a tick, as it twitched every so often, making his eye squint.

Anuksu felt the blood leave her face as she tried to stand her ground and put up a brave front. She lifted her head up high, and lifted out the note she was to deliver to the tomb robber. “Here.” She stated, not wishing to spend anytime with the murdering bastard than was absolutely necessary. The man eyed the parchment slip with a leering eye. His toothy smirk causing the skin on her arm to crawl. He slipped away from the shadows like a snake in the sand, slinking his way through the dust until he was directly before her. Anuksu suppressed a scream and a shudder and lowered her eyes, hoping not to offend, or cause the dangerous man to attack her.

It occurred to her that he may not even be able to read the message, and a bubble of dread filled her insides. Did she have to stay and deliver the message to him herself? It would not be unlikely for this tomb robber to be illiterate, but it was unlikely that he would be so good at robbing the tombs of the pr-aA's and not be able to read the carvings on the tombs.

“What a rude greeting…” The voice growled by her ear, and Anuksu jumped, realizing that he'd moved closer yet and was now breathing directly into her ear. She jerked back out of habit and was pulled to a halt as the silver haired thief's hand gripped her own. He grinned leeringly at her and her stomach felt heavy. With a quick move she was pinned to the ground the heavy body pressing her's down.

A cry broke from her mouth but was quickly stifled by the dagger that pressed against her neck, cold and sharp. “Now, now, we can't be making a sound, or we might be caught.” The thief said mockingly, his breath smelling rank as it billowed across Anuksu's face. She trembled in fear of her own life as silent tears soaked her face. “Heh, there's a good girl…”

The hot moist tongue pressed against her cheek, liking her tears as one hand lifted to her bosom. More tears leaked out and she whimpered, wishing that she was stronger, bolder, braver.

Why? Why am I so… so… weak?!

Something scraped against her skin between her breasts. Lips crashed to her own harshly, a sour, bitter taste filled her mouth as her assailant slipped into her mouth, and then the pressure and weight lifted from her form.

A cruel laugh filled her ears and stopped her breathing for several long moments before she heard the thief retreat, his words calling back mockingly, “Please return this to the rightful people. I'll take their offer.”

For several long moments Anuksu lay on the ground unmoving, her body aching all over with every pain filled breath. Slowly her fingers twitch, then curled into fists as she shakily rose to her knees angry, bitter tears burning her eyes. She spat upon the sad, watching the darkened spot dry before she rose to her feet, heading back toward the palace, broken, and angry.

I hate… I hate it!

 

^^^^^^^^

 

Cautiously he moved into the darkened room, eyes scanning the elegant room lit only by the flickering light of torches. A cold wind blew in from the balcony, gossamer curtain billowing out with life with each chill sigh the night gave, and in return the flames danced just a bit more erratically. What was he doing, staying up here, not even eating… baka…

Yugi thought as he crept into Atemu's rooms. He hadn't seen the pharaoh since early that morning when he'd kicked the man from his own bed. Yugi blushed at the memory. He'd felt bad when he found the bed empty beside him when he awoke. He'd quickly left to find Anuksu, who left him shortly after that in the gardens.

She had yet to return.

There had been only a short performance at dinner. Something Yugi had enjoyed even less than normal with the absence of his dark, and now he was here in the royal bed chamber, only to find Atemu looking bedraggled and sickly on his bed.

“Yami?” Yugi asked with concern. He quickly moved toward the bed side where Atemu sat, dressed in his simple wrap, shoulder's drooping. Atemu slowly turned to face him, his crimson eyes glazed and tired looking.

“Oh, akhu, you're back.” Atemu's voice was quiet, and it caused Yugi to worry. He felt his face wrinkle with a frown as he quickly took in the flush to Atemu's otherwise pallid complexion.

“Yami… what's wrong?” Yugi asked, watching Atemu's eyes as the pharaoh slowly digested his question. Atemu's slow response only added to Yugi's distress.

“Nothing, akhu, just a few matters that needed my attention. My cousin has a tendency to make me worry and over think matters. I will be fine.” Atemu gave a soft smile, his hand reaching out to pat Yugi on the head gently.

Yugi felt the heat the moment they made contact. Damn it… you idiot, you got a fever… most likely a stress fever…

Yugi gave a sigh, and stood up, moving to his hastily made bed, quickly grabbing all the blankets there and returned placing them over Atemu.

“akhu?” Atemu's question was clear in his tone, and it only made Yugi's irritation rise. Yugi snorted through his nose, quickly pushing Atemu back and pulling the blankets up to his chin. The Pharaoh immediately began to protest.

“Akhu, what are you doing? Those are for you to use, why—“

“You gave yourself a stress fever you idiot!” Yugi snapped, though his tone was a bit gentler than what he'd intended. Yugi looked up, not all that surprised to find incomprehension on the regal face. I just can't be angry with you… can I?

“Just lay back, okay? You need rest, I'll take care of you, okay?” Yugi smiled gently, cupping the pharaoh's cheek lovingly. Those expressive red eyes widened in shock before he relaxed back, and nodded. Yugi was glad that the man was listening to him when he felt the heat coming from his face. “Now don't move, I'll be right back.” Yugi ordered before running to the bathing room. Carefully, he dipped his vest into the cool water, rug it out, feeling the droplets run over his fingers before returning.

Atemu jerked at the feel of the cold cloth to his face, but quickly relaxed when Yugi began to talk. For a long while they remained quiet, and Yugi tried to remember anything that his mother or grandfather would have done if he'd been sick. Man, what always put me to sleep? Besides homework… well, there is always… that… Yugi thought turning slightly pink himself with embarrassment.

A soft grunt of discomfort came from Atemu, as the man, shifted, trying to get comfortable, and Yugi sighed, tossing his discomfort out the window. Oh well, at least he can't tell Jonouchi and Honda-kun about this…

He took in a large breath of air, gain courage from the smell of the desert wind and the burning torches. It reminded him of how far away he was from home, and as it had done earlier that afternoon as he laid in the garden looking up into the unforgiving sky, urged him to remember. If he teases me I'll leave him to care for himself… Yugi thought blisteringly, and then, began to sing.

 

^^^^^^^^

 

Atemu's head pounded painfully, feeling hot compared to the rest of his frozen body. The cool cloth on his head felt relieving, and he was glad that Yugi was by his side. He'd begun to worry when the small boy had started to speak of sicknesses. He had no time to go to the healers, no time at all. Especially now, with Seth's latest premonition of doom.

Just what we don't need, more dreams of darkness, and of problems with the shadow realm… Atemu's head gave another pounding protest to his thoughts and he gave a groan, wincing and shifting as if that would save him from the inner agony inside of his head.

It will all end horribly… it should have never been messed with, the shadows… they are just too powerful… there is… is nothing that can control them… Atemu frowned, unsure of which problem he should fear more, the one from Rome, or the one from the monsters that he `controlled'.

The soft, wavering notes of a song, broke Atemu's wandering thoughts, and he opened his eyes, quickly meeting the closed ones of the boy beside him. Yugi was dark pink, from embarrassment, and Atemu couldn't help but watch as the blush continued down across Yugi's chest and all the way to his belly-button, before it tapered off. Atemu smiled, thoughtfully before recognition dawned on him, and brought him up short.

Wait… this is… what he was singing in the garden… Atemu thought as his hair rose on end, responding to the haunting melody of the song. Yugi's voice was surprisingly high for a boy of his age, and gave the pharaoh the impression that it was a woman's song that Yugi was singing to him.

It was haunting, and alluring, but at the same time, it relaxed him, even though he didn't know the words at all. The song was a lot like the boy who sang it.

His voice moved up and down to a solid beat, and slowly, Yugi's fingers began to brush through Atemu's bangs, stroking his forehead in a lulling manner, his song entrancing him.

 

“Mukudori   yamabato   koganegumo

omurasakimo yume no naka

otsukinisouwa nemurenai

gin no shizuku wo    nonda kara

 

A Dream, dream, no dream

yoru no koe   mori ni watareba

A dream, dream, no dream,

oyasumi yoiko

ashita sametara agemashou

kiichigo natsugumi yamaboushi

 

Yuusuge kisuge konohazuku

yofukashi nousagi benisuzume

shippo no kireta tokageno ko

kawari ni tsukeru ryuu no tama

 

A dream, dream, no dream.

yoru no koe   mori ni watareba

a dream, dream, no dream

oyasumi yoiko

ashita sametara agemashou

gengeno juutan   mimi kazari

 

Dokuzere Asebi yamakagashi

mozu no eda ni wa amagaeru

kitsune ga tabeta shikano ko wa

tsuki no momo-iro mite shinda

 

A dream, dream, no dream

yoru no koe   mori ni watareba

a dream, dream, no dream

oyasumi yoiko

ura no sugino ki naita nara

akai fuku kite nigemashou

 

oyasumi yoiko

oyasumi...

saa…”

 

Yugi's voice trailed off to a wisher near the end, and the cool wind from the desert rushed in to fill the gap in sound, as though the night's breath had stolen the song itself. Unconsciously, Atemu reached up to grab Yugi hand as he moved to remove it from him. Atemu's heart beat a little faster with fear, fear that Yugi would be taken by the night as well.

The absurdity of that thought was lost with the heat that was slowly leaving him, and he clung to Yugi's hand for a long time, until Yugi managed to make eye contact with him.

“Yami, what's wrong?”

The question finally seemed to break through to his rational mind, and Atemu released the fingers he'd held trapped. “antyw iwit… it is nothing.”

Yugi slowly took back his hand, his amethyst eyes never leaving Atemu's own, and a warm comfort filled him with the small connection. Yugi seemed to accept his response and moved about tucking him in, and flipping the cloth on Atemu's forehead, placing the cooler side to his flesh, and allowing the cold air to cool then now warm side.

“What, did that song mean, akhu?” Atemu asked once Yugi was settled by his side. Yugi let out a small embarrassed laugh, and the sound further relaxed the pharaoh. The sound of such carefree innocence was a balm to his over taxed mind, and he welcomed it readily.

“Well, it's kinda hard to translate, but… I'll try.” Yugi said uncertainly, and then began. His sentences where short an broken, and he paused periodically, singing the song under his breath to recover words and sentences, but eventually he managed to translate the song fully.

 

“A gray starling, a turtledove, a Japanese gold beetle,

and a giant purple butterfly, all in a dream.

The evening primrose can't sleep

because it drank the silver drop.

 

A dream, dream, no dream...

Voices of the night... If you traverse the forest...

A dream, dream, no dream...

Goodnight, my darling child.

When you wake up tomorrow, I'll give to you:

a raspberry, a summer oleaster, and a dogwood.

 

A day lily, a yellow lily, a screech owl.

Staying up late: a wild rabbit, a tiger finch.

A baby lizard without a tail...

In its place, a dragon jewel.

 

A dream, dream, no dream...

Voices of the night... If you traverse the forest...

A dream, dream, no dream...

Goodnight, my darling child.

When you wake up tomorrow, I'll give to you:

a carpet of Chinese milk vetch, adornments for your ears.

 

A water hemlock, a Japanese andromeda, a grass snake.

On a branch with a shrike, a tree frog.

The fawn that was eaten by the fox

had looked up at the ruddiness of the moon as it died.

 

A dream, dream, no dream...

Voices of the night... If you traverse the forest...

A dream, dream, no dream...

Goodnight, my darling child.

When the Japanese cedar 'round back weeps,

don your red garb, and flee.

 

Goodnight, my darling child

Goodnight...

Come, now...”

 

Yugi finished with a proud smile, but the translation left Atemu feeling oddly cold inside. His concerned expression must have been clear on his face, because when Yugi met his gaze he flushed and lowered his head a bit, peaking from beneath his bangs.

“Sorry, I can't translate it any better than that… though I doubt you know what a fox is…” Yugi muttered the last part under his breath. He shifted uncomfortably before Atemu, before excusing himself to rewet the wet cloth on his forehead.

As the small form disappeared into the other room, all Atemu could do was blink in slight fear.

What kind of song was that?! And how is that supposed to help calm me?

Yugi walked back in, and this time refused to meet Atemu's eyes, obviously embarrassed from the pharaoh's reaction. Atemu had an urge to console the boy at his side, to reassure him that the song was good, but the creepiness on the words kept him from doing so.

“What… kind of song was that?” Atemu asked, and for a moment thought Yugi wasn't going to answer him, but was even more horrified when he did.

“It's a lullaby.”

Atemu was stumped.

A lullaby? It's a song for… Xrd?! To put them to sleep?!

“… my mother used to sing it to me, every night after my father died.” Yugi's quiet voice, again broke the pharaoh from his musings, and he looked toward Yugi with careing eyes.

The pale slave was smiling sadly by his side, his eyes a little distant, as though seeing something far away. “It was oddly comforting, even though it was scary. For some reason, it reminds me that death is also apart of life and good things. So, it isn't so scary, or sad, and that when everything is sad and gloomy that you have to run, to keep smiling, and be bright for others and yourself… or… you'll lose yourself…” Yugi's voice trailed off, and left Atemu in awe.

He stared at the boy with a new kind of respect and understanding. Yugi wasn't ignorant, nor was he completely innocent and naïve. He was just extremely wise, and in turn it showed through as a bright personality, and strength.

He was pure.

“Sorry, I'm rambling now.” Yugi said with a grin, and Atemu suddenly wanted to reach out and hold him. To cradle him close and protect him from any pain that he still harbored. For there had to be pain, he knew. Atemu had lost his father at a young age, and he still hurt and missed him, even though he knew that his father had merely continued her life's path. For Yugi, who did not believe in the next world, the pain must be much worse.

… what do you feel when you think of him, akhu?

Atemu almost reached out, but was cut short when Yugi stood, tucking him in once more. “You think you could sleep now? I think your fever has gone down a bit.”

Atemu blinked, and realized the subtle hint that Yugi wished to get off of the subject, and wanted to be alone. He nodded his head and gave a smile of reassurance. “Just be sure to take a blanket back with you, to your bed.” Atemu said, letting his worry for Yugi show in that small way.

Yugi grinned from ear to ear, and nodded, taking one blanket from the pile with him as he moved to his little harem bed. “Oyasumi, Yami.” Yugi said, and Atemu replied catching on that that was some kind of nightly gesture, and replied in kind.

“Good night, akhu.”

Atemu watched as Yugi curled up on the pillows, pulled the blanket around his small form, and fell asleep. His face was starting to feel less heated, and the head ache was slowly leaving as his eyes drooped with fatigue. It was only as his eyes slid shut that he realized that Yugi had used his own top as a damp cloth, and that once again, he'd gone to sleep in that provocative attire.

…Ra… that boy…what am I going to do about him…

The night wielded no answers.

 

~~~~~~~~

(Ending Theme: “Night Flowers”)

ai no kuni wo samayou

watashi wo mitsuke dashite

tsubasa ni wa mada

surikireta hazu no kokoro   kakushite

 

watashi no mune wo someta

ikusen no hanabira wa

kanashii kurai   anata wo koishiku saseru

mou ichido

 

sugaritsuku shunkan

surinukeru maboroshi

anata no subete wo ubai saritai

 

itetsuita   NAIFU kazashi

ai wa mau   yoru no hana wo chirashite

 

aishite, iyasarete, tokihanatsu - kokoro sae...

motto hageshiku kanjite

 

sadame nara

yasuragi mo, nukumori mo iranai

 

itetsuita   NAIFU kazashi

ai wa mau   yoru no hana wo chirashite

 

kowashite, kizutsukete, tojikomete - kokoro sae...

motto hageshiku aishite

 

 

A.N. Well, I hope this is good enough. I think it got a bit choppy near the end. I realized that I hadn't really worked out all the kinks in the storyline and had to rethink some things. Most of the questions will be cleared up in time. Now as you know, the song Yugi sang is NOT mine. It belongs to the series Key: the Metal Idol, and is called “Lullaby”. I got the translations from animelyrics.com. If you want a copy of this song just e-mail me at: lechan15@netscape.net and I will send you the MP3 through the mail. It really is a haunting song. ^-^ Anyway, till next time.

 

Lechan