Description: Set after The Ceremonial Battle; A dead pharaoh in the afterlife doesn't mope, he celebrates. For eternity. Atem doesn't, and the gods don't like that at all, so they decide to do something about it.
A/N:
Disclaimer: If 'Yu-Gi-Oh!' belonged to me, Yugi and Yami would have kissed after the final duel, and he would never have left in the first place. :P
If you're anyone from my family, or someone I know personally, please leave this page IMMEDIATELY and NEVER come back. Thank You.
The same goes if you're against yaoi and puzzleshipping. This was written because it refused to leave my mind for weeks. It also contains my first lemon-ish scene ever, so constructive criticism is welcome. Also, I don't mind if you point out grammar/orthography mistakes.
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A few facts about this Fic:
- This is rated M for a reason even if the preface doesn't show that!
- My Isis is not the one who has the millennium necklace, but the actual goddess Isis, the partner/sister of the god Osiris.
- I kinda like the idea of two gods discussing little Yugi's fate and taking a look at his beautiful little soul ;)
- I know it's kinda unfair and idiotic to make Thoth, the god of wisdom, so stupid and smitten, but I find it funny. Sue me!
Preface
The dark silence that followed the Pharaohs departure from the world of the living was eerie and cold, but was broken quickly by the sobs of a boy. His friends watched, unable to move, as he fell to his knees once again and started to stain the cool concrete with his tears. They wanted to move over to him and comfort him somehow, but something held them back, and they stood frozen on their spots, uncomprehending.
Minutes passed, and as Yugi's sobs quieted down, he looked up, past his friends, fixing his gaze on the gate Atem had left through. In an instant, he was on his feet, rushing over to the huge stone entrance. With an almost reverent carefulness, he placed his palms on it. Were his hands shaking? Unable to bring himself to care, he pushed, scraping his skin on the rough stone without feeling the physical pain.
The gate didn't budge, but he tried harder nonetheless, not noticing the glistening red he was leaving on it.
"No...it has to open. He's just behind it, he's just behind this! It has to open!", his words started in a frantic whisper and ended in a shrill, panicked shriek. The tears began to flow once again, and his fists hammered now, sending jolts of numb pain through him. "He can't...he's not gone, he can't be...", Yugi choked.
Something startled his friends out of their trance, and they started to move, rushing to him, pulling him away from the bloodied wall – because that's what it was now, just a wall – trying desperately to calm him down.
"Let me go! You should help, we can move it together, he can come right back through it, please!", the tiny duelist begged. Joey held on to his arms for dear life, needing to stop his friend from hurting himself further and mentally chiding himself for not reacting immediately when he realized what Yugi was doing. "Yugi, he's gone. Gone, do you hear me? And it's for the better. He's not coming back, and we're leaving this place now." Who was this voice? He wanted that voice to shut up, it was horrible and lying, he wouldn't believe such lies, he knew the truth, he knew his Yami would not leave him just like that. He shook his head in a fast, jerky motion. "NO! Be quiet! I don't believe you. We have to break it down, he'll be waiting right behind it, you'll see! Tell him Téa, tell him it's not true!"
She just looked at him with an unfathomably sad look in her eyes.
Why would she be sad? Atem was fine and waiting for them. "I'm so sorry Yugi, but it is the truth. Atem is not coming back, he's dead."
He moaned "No, no no no no..."
As he sobbed, Joey let go of his arms in cheerless relief, feeling the energy drain out of his friend. The blond knew one minute longer and he would have started to shake, or worse.
Yugi felt someone very warm put his arms around him, and he put his head on that person's shoulder, full-out crying.
