The Millennium Brace

Wow, my fourth story! I have now fully erupted into another 'writing' phase! Woo! ^_^

Yami: I still can't believe I forgot ANOTHER 'eighth' Millennium item!!

Shut up, I know there are heaps of these, but most of them are corny! Just like everyone else, I shall claim that mine is NOT! But honestly, I believe that mine is better than most.

Yami: There are SEVEN and that is ALL!

Yugi: Calm down, Yami, it's just a story, and after all, you should thank her. We've been in all her fics so far, and prominent in the first one! And not bashed once!

Yami: So... if we're here, and we were prominent in the first story, then where is...

Bradcorh: Hello Yami! Hello Yugi!

Yugi: There he is...

In case you haven't read The Magician's Mistress, Bradcorh is my Dark Magician. He is the only card I own that ended up having a name. Sup Bradcorh! *high five*

Bradcorh: Hello Mistress! *looks down* Ooo. Another story! Am I in it?

No, but you know me, I give the monsters prominent parts, because no one else does... *pats Bradcorh pityingly on the shoulder* It hurts, don't it? Don't worry, I still love you...

Bradcorh: O.o ...ummm, Mistress, can this wait until I inexplicably turn chibi?

NO! No Dark Magician chibis! They are flooding the world! You're staying just as you are, mister!

Bradcorh: Okay, Mistress.... O_O;

Eh heh heh... Bradcorh... can you be the disclaimer dude for us?

Bradcorh: Eh? Oh, okay, I guess... *ahem* My mistress doesn't own Yugioh, or the game, but she does own me, her stories, and the lint in her pockets! And a really cool trenchcoat that goes down to her ankles! Woo!

(By the way, my last story only had one disclaimer. That probably got people steamed up. I'm sorry about that.)

Er... okay... byeh, just read. *shoves her weird monster away and begins to type*

Oh, by the way....

\potatoes\ hikari to yami (like Yugi to Yami)

/potatoes/ yami to hikari (like Yami to Yugi... heh heh thought I'd give something away huh?)

potatoes thinking to self

"potatoes" talking

No own, no sue. I know I said that already, but I like the phrase. ----------------------( (o) )---------------------------- ~It's a spoiler! Woo!

Eight years ago...

Rob Chandler, father to a nine-year-old girl and an archaeologist, was the discoverer of many tombs in the Valley of the Kings. (A/N: Yes, that is a real place, not just a made up thing in Yugioh. It exists because there isn't a pyramid for every pharaoh and pharaoh's cat ever born! *muahaha* The lesser pharaohs [the ones who didn't build giant statues of themselves... *cough-Ramses-cough*] were buried in the Valley of the Kings, and their wives *note the S; pharaohs wanted to make sure that there were heirs* had their own Valley of the Queens. Anyway, on with the story. Crap! I'm one sentence in the story, and we're off topic! Grrr...) He had studied the tomb of one nameless pharaoh, nearly 5,000 years old, when, alone one day in the tomb, he uncovered a smooth golden box with an inscription that roughly translated to: "The priestess resides within. Her body is gone, but her soul remains. The destined will be but a child, wtih hair of deepest ebony and eyes of two colors." He didn't understand it, but he took it "home" (to base camp with his daughter) and opened it. Inside was a silver bracelet, small but beautiful, silver and bearing a round charm in the center. The round part was emblazoned with a strange Egyptian eye. He found that if you unhooked it (which involved the watch-like face off one of its attachments), it was easier to put on. It was, however, still too small for anyone on the dig team, so he gave the artifact to his daughter Sakkira, who promised to be careful with it. She was a distortionist, which, to be blunt, meant that when she watched TV she sat with her knees propped up on her hands and her head to the floor, and so she could contract her knuckles to get it on. She wore it for eight years, oblivious to the ancient power it possessed.

Her father was a Duel Monsters fan, and she herself liked the dragons. She didn't really pay much attention to the game, though, so even though she had a tattoo of the head of a Red Eyes Black Dragon on her forearm, and although everyone asked if she was a duelist, she didn't play.

Little did she know, she was destined to play....

---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------------- *Inside the Millennium Brace; the spirit's POV*

Ahh.... it's so dark. It's so BORING! I'm going to pull my hair out from the pure frustration of it! I wonder what my hair looks like... holy Ra! I don't remember! I don't remember what I look like!

Can I still remember anything else? Hmm.... *thinks, and puts out a random thought* I shall be loyal to the pharaoh until death's death... okay, so I do remember. But how in the seven... umm, what was I going to say?... anyway, how did I get here? And where is here? I feel so... weird. Okay, let's see, the pharaoh was saying something about how those Shadow Games everyone played were dangerous, and I remember agreeing, even though my Black Master was a dear friend of mine... (A/N: For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, the Dark Magician was a priest at the time of this person's life, so they had Black Masters instead. Yes indeedy, I should not be allowed to make up names for monsters...) And then the pharaoh was locked away in the Puzzle of Time or something like that... was I locked away with him? I am his priestess, after all, and if he had actually died, they would have killed us six too, and buried us with the pharaoh in his tomb to serve him in the afterlife... but am I dead? If so, am I betraying my pharaoh? I wish I wasn't, but I don't think I have much choice...

Hm? Something is... weird. It's like a pull. Has Ammit come for me?! Agh! Spare me! (A/N: Ammit is the Egyptian god that eats souls. One of Yami's greatest fears is him, and apparently, so is the priestess'.) Wait! It's not that kind of pull, it's like... destiny.... Am I going to be freed from this craphole and returned to my pharaoh? *waits.... and waits.... and waits* ....I guess not. Shame.

---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------------- *Back to third person*

Today, on a plane in Egypt...

She sat down in her seat and looked out her window, at the desert nation that had been her home since she was eleven. Her name was Sakkira, and she was seventeen years old. She loved Egypt; more importantly, she loved Giza, where she could all but embrace the majesty of the pyramids and the endless horizon. Despite her six years in Egypt's heat, she was very pale, and she loved black, which made her skin stand out even more.

She brushed her long black hair (somplete with new cerulean highlights) out of her face, adjusted her brown headband, and fingered her bracelet. She had many bracelets, but the most beautiful one by far her father had given her when she was young. It was small, silver and bore an eye on the watch- like face. It was ancient; her father had found it in the tomb of a pharaoh whose name had been erased from the records. Ever since she had learned how to put it on, she never went anywhere without it, and let no one else touch it. It was silver, a rare metal in Egypt, and that made it all the more valuable to her.

Her father sat down in the plane seat beside her and patted her sagging shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sakkira," he said sympathetically, looking into her multicolored eyes, which were red with specks of yellow. Dragon eyes, they were called. "but we need to move to Japan because there is a lull in the tomb discovery business, and I need a home for you when I go out on digs. I've never felt quite right leaving you in the camp while I go out to tombs and such. There's no knowing when I'll fall into a booby trap or something."

Sakkira turned to the window. "It's okay, Daddy," she lied. This was a rare thing; Sakkira was the most honest person most people would ever meet. "Japan is... interesting." Even though were we are is nearly uninhabited, and where we're moving to, people have a limit on the number of children you can have, some part of her mind thought. Ever since she'd got her silver eye bracelet, it had seemed as if she'd shared her mind with another person. That person never made direct contact with Sakkira, but it sometimes made remarks that Sakkira knew were not her own. She tried to be as good a person as possible, but her semi-gothic clothing made it harder.

The plane took off, and once Sakkira was able to free herself from the G forces, she took her last look at the great tombs of Giza. Goodbye, home, she thought.

No one noticed the strange glow her bracelet was giving off....

---------------------------( (o) )------------------------------- In Domino, Japan....

Yugi and his friends ran with, or were carried by, the hordes of people rushing out the door to greet the last bell. School was over for the summer, and Yugi was immensely glad to have some time off.

He'd found an extremely interesting thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle that he'd never had the time to work on... but now he'd have all the time in the world.

When his grandfather picked him up in his pickup truck, Yugi smiled at him. (A/N: No pun intended with the truck thing.) "Nice last day?" the elderly Mutou asked.

Yugi nodded. "It was cool. Joey didn't come though, in fact a lot of people I know didn't come."

"Well, Yugi, a lot of people don't consider the last day worth going to," Grandpa said, going a bit faster now that they were on the open road. "You finally decide on your next puzzle?"

"I sure did," Yugi replied, beaming. "It's really huge, and a thousand pieces, too. It looks pretty hard."

"Nonsense, Yugi, you've been doing jigsaws since you were eight!" Grandpa said, boosting Yugi's ego just the slightest bit; anyone could always use some flattering. Yugi made a gesture with his hand as if to say, "Get outta here!" but he was still smiling.

Their conversation went on like that until they came back to the Kame Game Shop. Yugi bounded inside, but came to a halt with the sound of his grandfather's call. "Yugi!" He turned his spiky head. (A/N: I just had to say that ^_^) "I got something for you on the way to your school!"

Yugi came back to his grandfather's side. "What is it, Grandpa?" He was directed to the bed of his grandfather's pickup. "Did you get another new game?" He rummaged though the mail, with Grandpa watching while wearing a sly smile. He came upon his name, typed on the cover of a magazine. "Oh!" He looked the magazine over. "It's that puzzle catalog I used to be subscribed to! I remember now, you gave me a new subscription for my birthday!"

"Forgot already?" Grandpa teased, ruffling Yugi's hair fondly.

"Guess so..."

---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------- On the plane...

"Flight attendants, prepare to land." The great metal airplane started to search for the landing strip it was assigned to. Sakkira, who had been sleeping, was gently shaken awake by her father.

"Sakkira-chan," he said quietly, getting her used to the Japanese nickname, "we're almost there."

Sakkira mumbled something about a pharaoh and turned away, curling up in her seat. Her father knew that would happen; Sakkira would have slept through the falling of the Sphinx if it happened to fall during one of her naps. (A/N: I just read over this and noticed that it sounds like the Sphinx already fell. No, people, no big stone cat falling here.) He began to gently tickle her; she finally stirred, squinting up at her father. "...Pharaoh?" she murmured, staring up at him with nearly-shut eyes.

Sakkira's father arched an eyebrow. Why was she calling him a pharaoh? Her eyes opened fully and she looked around. "Oh. We're on the plane. So sorry, Daddy, I was having a strange dream."

"No problem, Sakkira, but we're about to land. Put your drawing pad away." He handed her the pad she'd been using before she went to sleep, and she retrieved her bag from under her seat and stuffed the drawing pad inside.

Sitting up, Sakkira looked out the window. There was a lot of ocean, but soon she could see a huge island. There were signs of overcrowding: obvious streets with too many lanes, big cities, clusters of lights. Night had fallen over the island a few hours ago, and most were asleep.

As the pilot announced that they had reached their destination, Sakkira suddenly thought of Giza and how pleasant it was at night. The hulking silhouettes of the pyramids were a quiet and serene sight, and Sakkira's heart sank a little to think that she might never see them again. The pyramids seemed to tug at her, to call for her to return. It was a call Sakkira knew could not be answered.

---------------------------( (o) )----------------------------- *Inside the Millennium Brace, from the spirit's POV*

Sigh... hm? I don't know how I know, but I am absolutely sure that wherever I am is leaving Egypt. But Egypt is home! I have nowhere else to go! I really wish that I had my Black Master around.... he was a dear friend....

What about the pharaoh? Is he okay? Did his soul get sealed in that strange Puzzle, or was he spared? I think my soul was not spared. I think I'm inside one of these Millennium items.... oh. Oh! I remember now. It looked like a bracelet. They all had that spooky Eye on them.... Yes, mine was different. It was like gold without its color....

Will I ever get out of here? Who has my Brace? (I think that's what it was called....) Sigh.... it looks rather bleak....

*Suddenly she gets a mental picture of a small, spiky-haired boy with an upside-down pyramid around his neck. Beside him, a spirit hovers. The spirit of the Millennium Brace doesn't get time to register the tall spirit's face before the scene changed to that of a silver-haired, innocent- looking boy, and beside him stood.... *

Tomb Robber no baka! I'd know that face anywhere! And the boy's wearing the Millennium Ring! What.... HOLY RA!

That means.... Tomb robber no baka was reincarnated! And now.... what strange spirits these Items chose....

*The scene changes again, to a tan-skinned teen whom the spirit recognizes instantly.*

Marik?!! Huh?! *Behind Marik stands his yami, who she does not recognize. (A/N: Note, I said 'she'.)*

What is the purpose of all these images? Am I someone's.... *a certain word echoes through her mind.* ....yami? Do I have a hikari, too? And who was that kid? He looked like....

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Bwahahahaha...

Yami: Looked like.... who?

O_O *stares at Yami*

Yami: What?

You mean even you couldn't even figure it out?

Yami: Eh.... no.

Well, if you don't know, then I'm not going to tell you.

Yami: Aww, please?

Nope.

Yami: Crap!

Yugi: I know! ^_^

Yami: Tell me!

Yugi: Just wait until the next chapter!

Yami: THE NEXT CHAPTER?!!

Yugi: Yep.

Yami. .... ..... .... ...-_- Fine. *sulks*

Er... okay then. Review please people! I love this story! (Because I've already written most of it!) Heh heh heh....