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Pairings: Pharaoh Atemu/Ancient Egypt, Thief King Akefia/Ancient Egypt.
There will be two parts in each chapter, the first be about Yami (Pharaoh Atemu) and the second about Bakura (Thief King Akefia). But not necessary in the right timeline order or from their POVs.


For Her

Ch1: Fathers

One enamored, sworn with his life to save her.

Another broken-hearted, vowed even upon death to destroy her.

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The first time they met, it was in front of the Tablet of Lost Memories in the museum of Domino City.

And least Yami thought it was the first time they met, though he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew the young man from before–the young Egyptian man of mid- to late-twenties who dressed like an archaeologist that's been pulled straight from a digsite and carried an Egyptian hound with sleek black fur. Yami just couldn't help but stare at those mysterious chestnut-colored eyes of his that seemed to hide so much and yet somehow so oddly familiar.

The man didn't speak Japanese but seemed to understand every word as Ishizu Ishtar explained the past and present and a little future destiny.

The man wasn't an Item bearer or tomb keeper but seemed to know all the secrets of the keepers' clan.

And the only time the man spoke that night, he called Yami 'والد' softly under his breath. So softly in fact that the former pharaoh wondered for a sec whether he misheard it or not, and he couldn't quite apprehend the use of that word but didn't get the chance to inquire.

The man was still a mystery after Yami followed Anzu out the museum hallway and set out to find his future and maybe also his past.

He only remembered the man being introduced as Gupta Muhammad Hassan.

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The Millennium Ring should punish any unworthy that dare lay claim to it and burn those souls to ash. Should, but it didn't happen.

The Ring didn't gleam or chime as an acknowledgement to its new owner, nor did it burn to deem the man undeserving. Silent, like how it had been for the pass decades under the tomb keepers watchful eyes; silent, as if it still lay upon its crumbing stone grave.

"Who are you?" Shadi asked.

The other man didn't respond, but the centuries dead Egyptian knew the answer the moment he met those dark sorrowful eyes.

He would not choose one over the other; he would not favor one, nor the other. Not because both were his kings, but because both were his fathers.

And so Egypt left to find the rightful owner of the Ring.