"Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath."
- Eve Glicksman

Long ago in ancient times, there was a great pharaoh who ruled over the lands of north and south. He was a kind pharaoh and always thought of best for his citizens. The people of Egypt were happier than they had been in years under the new reign and many rejoiced his coming to throne, but not all saw him so fondly. Sins of a father now rested on the shoulders of an innocent son. He fought fairly against those who opposed him no matter what tricks they pulled, and he always came out the greater. The gods blessing him for his sincerity never letting him lose a battle. But one day the great and smart Thief King, known as Bakura who had long been an enemy of the pharaoh Atemu, thought of a way to get to him that would never be seen as an attack. He sent his sister, a young girl named Kiya who he tricked into thinking that the pharaoh had been the one to order the attack on her village, killing her family. Her heart filled with hatred and revenge on the young king and so she followed the Thief king's every word. She was to capture the heart of the king and distract him from all other things, allowing Bakura to get rid of him once and for all. But something occurred that none had foreseen, the young girl in her attempts to win the young pharaoh's heart had learnt much of him and fallen in love with him also. Deep down she knew what would happen to him if he became too distracted on her and tried to push him away for his own safety, her heart breaking, but he would not let her leave him, refusing to believe she did not love him back. She could not bring up enough strength to push him away or enough courage to tell him what had been planned for him for fear of him leaving her. Then came a night, darker than all other nights, it rained harder than ever and when the lightning flashed it seemed to stain the sky red. Meanwhile a battle raged on between thief and king, neither would arise victor. The next morning the rain continued, but softer and slower, as if the skies were weeping over a loss. The young girl awoke to find she could not find the pharaoh anywhere, her stomach dropping and heart clenching she ran to a place she did not want to go but knew she had to. Upon her arrival she found the lifeless bodies of her love and her brother. Feeling she could not find the strength to go on in this lifetime, but knowing she did not deserve the glory of an eternal death. She ended her life in a way that would leave her Ka to wander the earth forever in torture for her sins.

Selena's POV

"Obasan! Have you seen my sketch book?" I yelled down to my grandmother from the top railing of the stairs, after frantically searching my room. I couldn't find it anywhere and this was important if I didn't find it and get this stupid dream that's been bugging me down onto paper then I would possibly explode.

"Last I saw it you were drawing on the window seat in the back room" she called back from the kitchen. Oh yes why I didn't think of the back room, I ran down the stairs and through the kitchen to the back room.

"Selena, I don't get what is so urgent you need your sketch book." She said coming into the back room after me still drying some dishes, my grandmother was young to be a grandmother, that's coz she had my mother at a young age, must be a family thing since my mother also had me at a young age, so young she wasn't capable of taking care of me and left me with my grandmother while running off with her sleaze of a boyfriend….not that I remember. She still had the classic graying hair, but she didn't want to look old so she dyed it dark brown, even though her natural color is blonde. Her eyes are the youngest part of her; they just make her look so youthful, they, like mine, were a deep shining blue. She was a little chubby, but that added to her kind character, just about everyone loved my grandmother, she's so hard to hate.

I didn't turn around to talk to her but kept looking through the desk drawers until I found it, "well, I just have this really big urge to draw, and I can't draw without my sketch book so…that's why it's important." I said, moving on to another drawer.

"But can't you just draw on a spare piece of paper?" she asked from the door way.

I turned to look at her in feign shock. "Dear grandmother I hope by now you know me better." I said holding a hand over my heart; she just laughed at me and muttered something about me being a drama queen or whatever. I continued looking. "FOUND IT!" I shouted out to her and then continued to hurry up to my room.

I walked in and closed the door, walking over to my desk I pulled out a little tin box that held all my drawing tools, I decided I would go with charcoal this time. I pulled out a piece of charcoal and walked over to the window and sat down leaning on my chest of drawers, my book propped up against my knees as I began to draw.

I had been continuously been thinking about this dream I had a week ago, I just couldn't get it out of my head no matter what, so I figured if I drew what it was then it might leave me alone, stupid I know but I was desperate. I was so distracted from everything that one night at dinner I started cutting my napkin instead of my food.

I don't know how long I sat there I always get so caught up in my drawings. My hand flew over the paper, sketching out a figure; my finger would smudge where shadow was required. Occasionally id pauses to put a piece of my golden blonde hair behind my hair when it fell in front of my face, impairing my vision. The sun was starting to set meaning I had been sitting in that spot for hours as I finally finished up my drawing.

I held it out in front of my face, it was one of my best, and defiantly the man who had been in my dream, and haunting my thoughts since. It was ancient Egyptian maybe, robes he was wearing, they looked important and he was holding an odd looking rod. I had been enchanted by him since my dream, like he was of some importance to me…but that's impossible because I don't know him and he defiantly doesn't look like he is from this era. I continued to look at my drawing wondering why something like this would continuously bother me. I was shaken from my thoughts when my Grandmother called to tell me that Koji was here, I hid the book. I'm not sure why really, but I don't think he would appreciate me drawing other guys that much. I quickly neatened myself up and washed as much charcoal off my hands as I could before running downstairs to great my boyfriend.

Charlie's POV

"Welcome to Domino City Airport, the temperature outside is 19°c outside. The time is 9:45am, we know you have a choice when you fly and we would like to thank you for choosing Domino Express. If you are here on vacation we hope you enjoy your stay, and if you are returning home then, welcome home." The captain's voice cut after the normal end of flight speech. I yawned and stretched my arms out, figuring ill just wait while everyone else moves before getting up.

"Yeah welcome to your new home Charlie." I muttered to myself as I stood up and move out of my seat to get my bag from the over head compartment. I pulled down my bag and put the strap over my shoulder, quickly looking to make sure I hadn't left anything behind before leaving the plane. Stewardesses smiled at me, I didn't smile back, and it's too early to smile back. Especially after such a long and restless flight. Seeing a glance of the plane when I passed a window, the tale was painted in the style of a domino…how original. I took my time going through all the normal airport stuff, till I finally made it through customs and walked out to where all the families were waiting. I scanned the line, not here…what a shock.

I dragged my stuff over to a seat and sat down waiting, impatiently tapping my foot. So this is Japan so far. Dads late to get me and I'm sleep deprived, not such the good start we were hoping for. It took all my strength to not fall asleep in my seat. I started to doze off when the once quite chatter of 'welcome home' and 'we missed you's changed to screaming and questioning. My eyes snapped open and I whirled around kneeling up in my chair to get a better look at whatever was going on. I finally got a glimpse of what it was. A guy about my age had come out of the sliding doors. Cameras went off and girls screamed. Please he wasn't that cute. He was actually pretty plain looking, only interesting part was his eyes which were a deep cerulean color. Other than that, brown hair, tall, slim yet built. Personally I've seen it all before. But maybe that's what's hot here in Japan. Or it's just coz he's famous or something like that, who knows? Who cares?

I shrugged and turned back down into my seat and waited about another 5 minutes before my dad came running in the front doors of the airport. He saw me and rushed over. I stood to greet him, giving him a hug. He had changed a lot since id last seen him face to face, his once dark black hair now had graying streaks in it, his eyes were still their shining deep hazel which I had kind of inherited, mine were a more goldenly color though. His lightly tanned skin now had slight wrinkles and laugh lines, He also seemed to bet getting a bit of a gut, but I guess that's just a part of getting old.

He grabbed my suitcase while still catching his breath and then he spoke, "I'm so sorry Charlie, I couldn't find a park, where you waiting long?" he asked as we began to walk out of the airport and out into the car park. I told him about how boring my flight was and all that boring stuff till we got to the car. We put my luggage in the back and I got in, practically falling asleep as soon as I sat down, sleeping the whole way to my new home.

Footsteps sounded of the walls as I hid in the shadows of the cave; I had to be sure it was her before revealing myself.
"Bakura?" her sweet voice called out, she obviously couldn't tell where I was as she passed right by my hiding spot. I reached out and grabbed her shoulder, quickly covering her mouth before she screamed and let known my hide out.

"Relax Kiya, it's me." I whispered into her ear, I felt her relax a little after her little scare. I let her go and she turned around to face me, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

"What is it you wanted from me? You know we both risk a lot by me coming here." She said logically, she was always smart like that. Thinking things through and analyzing the risks of each and every situation.

"Yes I know what we both risk, but it was important I have something to ask of you." I said not feeling one inch of guilt that I was about to deceive and lie to the girl who had been like a little sister to me since we met, but I needed her help on this and she was the only one I knew I could trust.

"Well it must be quite important indeed, so what is it?" she asked curiosity shining through her eyes, she really was still just a child on the inside.

"I need you to get close to the Pharaoh, make him love you, so I can take him down." My eyes were well adjusted to the darkness, so I saw the look of sudden shock and horror cross her features.

"W-what? You surely can't mean that, I can't do that, I have no reason to want to cause him harm." She said her voice shaking.

"You don't? Obviously you don't know at whose hands your family was killed do you?" I said smirking in the darkness, as I felt her aura change to pure revenge at my words, I will admit for a second I felt a slight twinge of guilt but it passed at the thought I would once and for all bring down the great pharaoh.

She stayed silent until she finally spoke in a dark and hate filled tone, "I'll do it."

Bakura awoke with a start, shaken from his odd dream, and the spirits voice sounding in his head, 'she's back…its time.' Was starting to give him the creeps.

Obasan- means grandmother in Japanese for all those who didn't know.