Forbidden Memories

This is a Fanfic made from the scenes from Yu-Gi-Oh! Forbidden Memories. I don't own the game and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh either. (Wish I did, though.)

Chapter one: The Nightly Sneak Out

In Ancient Egypt, 5000 years ago, in a dark corridor that few have entered in hundreds of years, a tall dark and sinister man walks. He is Heishin, the High Mage of the Pharaoh, but he is not as loyal as he truly should be…

He then enters a large chamber, dusting off the cobwebs that have developed over the years. Approaching the wall to the left of the chamber, he shines his torch upon the ancient stonework, and examines the depicted writings upon it.

"This is it…" He mused, placing his left hand on the stonework as he spoke. "I've found it at last… The Forbidden Treasure of the ancient sorcerers…Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

Yami slipped out of his bedroom window, slid down the side of a long thin pillar that stood next to the window, and landed softly on the ground, making little sound so as not to receive the attention of a nearby guard. He had no need to hide from them, but he did not want them to know of his nightly outings. He crept across the Palace Courtyard where he used to play as a child. The moon above him was full, providing all the light he needed. Long minutes went by as he silently reached the far side of the Courtyard. Now standing before the Palace walls that defended his home, he paused to put his hand into his pocket. His deck was still there: the deck that he put together himself, with the help of his card mentor, Simon Muran. His skills as a Duelist had grown quite quickly, and his deck now contained many cards that few Duelists have even seen, never mind owned themselves. But, as he well knew, winning a duel doesn't just take powerful cards: it also takes faith and sometimes a little bit of luck, too.

Yami then lifted his head and looked up at the high wall in front him. This was no barrier to him, though: he had been taught many things besides dueling, like how to reach or get over high barriers. He looked to his left. A large tree stood beside the wall. It had grown nearly twice as tall as the wall, making it very easy for the young boy to climb the tree and get over the wall.

He turned to face the tree, and took a deep breath. He was just about to take a run-up to the tree when a voice appeared behind him, booming:

"My dear Prince! Are you going into the city to play cards again!"

Prince Yami sighed and turned around. As he had thought, Simon Muran was standing there. The elderly Priest had been Yami's servant, tutor and card mentor for many years, since the Prince was an infant, in fact. He always held a staff with one end curved and wore a pale yellow robe and headdress that covered all his body except his hands and his eyes. The blue-eyed old mentor looked at his student.

"You are of Royal Blood! Walking the city streets dressed as a commoner…. Have you no shame? Quite frankly, I'm embarrassed!" He paused to gaze at the Prince and cringed slightly at the attire the young Royal Blood was wearing: a black sleeveless shirt and a baggy pair of purple trousers, with a bronze belt around his waist. Simon also knew that this clothing had deep pockets, so he knew that the Prince's dueling cards were in one or possibly both pockets. He also wore two black jet and gold wristbands, the one on his right wrist was hiding the tattoo of his family Crest that was imprinted when he was born. The young Prince wore bronze sandals on his feet and a long purple cloak attached to the gold collar that lay across the Prince's breastbone. If it had not been for Simon's connection with the Egyptian Royal Family, he would have thought that Yami was a commoner from the city.

"There is no shame in being a commoner," the Prince replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And there is no shame in dressing like one, either."

Simon sighed, and then said, "The Pharaoh has gotten wind of your activities… and he's quite concerned! I realize I'm to blame for teaching you the card game, but you overindulge, my Prince! It is high time you put aside this ridiculous pastime and focus on your studies!"

Yami took a few steps back. "My studies can wait, Simon, but my friends cannot. I have to go."

With that, Prince Yami quickly turned, took a run-up, quite literally ran up the side of the tree, and gripped the high branch above him. He then pulled himself onto the branch, steadied himself, and then jumped the rather short distance between the branch and the top of the Palace wall.

"Wait! Stop, my Prince!" Simon called, but the Prince paid little attention, as he jumped down the other side of the wall, landed on the stone ground, and disappeared into the streets of Metropolis.

"Drat! He's gone…" Simon finished. Knowing that he could not catch Yami now, he turned, walked to a bench that was nearby, and sat down on it. He sighed as he settled his old bones. "He'll have to come back eventually. I'll wait here until he returns…."

(A/N: Is this first chapter good? Bad? Please let me know what you think! Review!