This is a little AU that is more or less based on the movie "Enchanted" - hence the title, lol. I came up with it when I heard "So Close" from the soundtrack 3 It made me think of Seto and Atem immediately (probably only because I was melancholic but I still think it fits in an oddish way XD) and I tried to write it down as best as I could. I changed some details of the movie but the story still shares its basic motives and I'd love to know what you thought about it :) It may be a little rushed and rough around the edges but I still wanted to post it, so I hope you enjoy it :D

Encounter

Atem

Atem didn't know how long he'd been walking around in this strange place, this peculiar town. It was day when he'd arrived and now it was dark. That is, it would have been if it wasn't for all these weird glowing torches everywhere and letters in this odd language he understood without knowing why.

This was all just so confusing!

Ever since he had woken up here he'd been trying to find his way back, trying to find help, trying to find Mana or Mahad or anyone of his friends. Just one familiar soul that could explain him what in Horus' name was going on! The last thing he remembered was that he met with Mana at the fountain to celebrate his last free day before his coronation, that she had wanted to show him a new spell she had found in one of Mahad's secret books (they both loved these forbidden, occult spells that no one was allowed to use and they browsed through them whenever Mahad wasn't looking), that he had been teasing her when it didn't work, that he had laughed and laughed when she hit him with her staff while trying the spell again and suddenly he was falling backwards into the fountain and only seconds later awoke in this very weird, very loud and very hectic world. He was surrounded by things he hadn't seen before, things he couldn't even begin to imagine, much less comprehend and most and worst of all he was surrounded by people who wore the oddest clothes, who spoke in the most unmusical language (which he understood and was able to speak himself to his surprise) and who were the most frantic, unfriendly and unhelpful he had ever come across!

Granted he hadn't come across a lot of people outside the palace but he simply couldn't imagine his subordinates to be like that. No matter how many times he'd asked, no one answered his questions or even gave him a smile as a sign that they didn't understand him. They only looked him up and down with prying, disapproving eyes and he was getting angrier and sadder by the minute.

It was pretty clear to him that Mana's spell must have somehow pitch forked him into this… realm of Seth. Because he didn't know what else it could be and it was the only explanation that seemed to fit.

As if that all wasn't already enough it had started to rain a while ago and by now he was soaked to the bones. His hair stuck to his face and his white linen shenti was even more translucent than it already was.

So, to sum it up: He was in walking around in Seth's realm, soaked and practically naked and he couldn't find a way out or back or anyone to help him. Great. That was just how he imagined his last day as prince. Not.

He groaned and kicked a puddle angrily and stared in awe when he looked up again and saw a strange graving of Mana on a wall in front of him. Sure this particular Mana was blonde and not brunette, had blue eyes and not green ones but it was undoubtedly Mana.

For a moment he just stared at her surprised to finally have found something he could relate to but still contemplating if this maybe was just a mirage but the closer he got the more certain he was that this was indeed some graving of his friend. He scoffed and dragged a hand through his damp hair.

"Really?" He asked the drawing and crossed his arms over his chest. "I've been walking around here for I don't know how long and you decide that now of all times is good to appear before me? What is this nonsense, Mana? Undo your magic at once! This is not funny anymore."

Nothing happened and he decided to climb up that wall to have a better look. Thankfully the wall wasn't too high and there was a staircase he could use. Maybe he would find a false door behind it or something. He knew they weren't as popular as they used to be but he and Mana still liked them a lot.

On his way up and when he started to examine it he didn't stop his rambling for one second.

"Do you have the slightest idea, dear friend, what I've been through this whole, disastrous day? I'm sure you do. And I'm sure you had a lot of fun, didn't you?" It took all he had in him not to kick the wall with his friend's face on but he still glared daggers at it. "Will you take me home now? I think whatever… fun this was, it's over now."

A thunder roared over his head and let him jump but that was the only answer he got. Mana remained silent and nothing happened.

Atem couldn't believe it – all he wanted was to go home! He ought to be crowned in a few hours time after all. If time was running here just as it was running in kemet.

"Mana, please!" He tried a new strategy and his voice grew with every word until he was almost shouting. "You really are a great magician and I'm sorry I laughed at you, that wasn't right and I apologize. I'll never make fun or tease you ever again, I promise… So… Please get me back!"

Then in the middle of his rambling, he heard a voice calling out to him.

Seto

Kaiba had planned this evening in minute detail. Nothing should and nothing would go wrong before he made the big announcement to his little brother.

And until now everything had going according to plan. He had picked Mokuba up from aikido class, they had dinner, were now in their way home and Seto finally gave him the little present he got him to… well soften his mood for later.

Mokuba was already tearing the wrapping paper apart with a joyous grin but that immediately faltered when he saw what it was.

"'Ancient Greece – the cradle of democracy'?" He read the title out loud and scowled at his big brother. "Nii-sama, I wanted a book about Ancient Egypt!"

Seto sighed. He should have seen this coming but still… "Mokuba, Greece is much more interesting and important for our modern day society. You'll learn a lot more from this than form the people who thought their dead would live on without their organs. Or their brain."

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "But they're still cooler than those old jeezers!"

Seto sighed again, only this time it could also count as a groan. "It doesn't matter if they're cooler or if you like their gods better or if their culture existed longer, they still didn't leave anything of importance for mankind – except maybe how to dig holes in a valley."

"What about the pyramids, Nii-sama." Mokuba said with a smug grin but Seto only shrugged.

"Even a blind hen sometimes finds a grain of corn."

"But did you know that their magician were so powerful they could alter time and could open portals to other worlds, even the future."

Seto just gave his brother a look at that. "Will you stop this nonsense, Mokuba. Just because some people claim that a children's card game has its origins in a Ancient Egypt doesn't mean you have to believe it or think the Egyptians could time travel. Please, Mokuba. You know as well as I do that this is just ridiculous. Next thing you tell me is that dragons are real." His brother raises an eyebrow at him and Seto glares defying back at him.

They fall silent after that and drive for a while before their taxi stops at a traffic light. Seto skips through the book that his brother has abandoned and doesn't react when Mokuba opens the car window.

"They're taking advertising really serious these days."

"Hm?"

"There's a pharaoh in front of this Duel Monsters billboard, Nii-sama."

"Mokuba, I just told you…"

"I'm serious, look!"

"Mokuba, that's just a mannequin. Calm down."

"Oh, really?"

Before Seto can even react, Mokuba has opened the door and jumped out of the car.

Seto called after him but his little brother was already on the other side of the street and Seto shouted at the driver to wait before running after him.

"What are you doing?"

"Look!" Seto followed his brother's outstretched finger and found himself looking at the back of a admittedly lively and rather naked mannequin, clad only in a soaked skirt with golden bracelets around on his arms and legs and collar and dark, red and blond hair that stuck to his head and forehead and Seto had to admit he really looked one of those pharaohs in the books.

"Mana, please! You really are a great magician and I'm sorry I laughed at you, that wasn't right and I apologize. I'll never make fun or tease you ever again, I promise… So… Please get me back!"

"What is he talking about?" Mokuba whispered, openly confused and Seto cleared his throat loudly to get the stranger's attention.

"Excuse me, mister." He called out but the young man didn't react. "Mister, hello! I'm talking to you. Hey!"

At this he finally turned his head and for a second Seto was dumbfounded by those blazing eyes that caught his so directly as usually only Mokuba's did. He had to clear his throat again. "What are you doing up there?"

The young man looked surprised at him and then at Mokuba. "I'm trying to get back home!" He shouted and turned his head back to the Dark Magician Girl on the billboard in front of him and started to pound against it. "But the portal won't op…!"

He was hammering so frantically against it that he slipped on the wet, narrow projection and Seto already saw him hit the ground but the stranger had managed to grab the rail just in the last second.

The two brothers exhaled relieved and walked closer to him. Mokuba stopped a little behind him but Seto stepped closer still, only to realize that when he raised his head he was given full view of the man hanging above him. Startled by his own mindlessness he stepped back again and shook his head slightly to get rid of the picture.

"Are you okay?" His brother asked with worry in his voice and for a split second he thought he was talking to him.

He wasn't, thank goodness.

"It's slippery!"

"Don't worry!" Mokuba called back to the stranger. "See my brother here? He'll catch you!"

"Mokuba!" Seto hissed lowly but his brother only shot him a look.

"It will be fine. You can trust him."

Seto glared at his brother but the little rascal only grinned angelically and the older Kaiba directed his eyes back to the young man above him.

Their eyes met once more and Seto was again stunned by those eyes that pierced his in amazement at first but then narrowed skeptically. "Are you sure? He doesn't exactly look trustworthy."

Seto snapped. "Well, then fall down and break your neck for all I care!" He shouted at him but in an obvious contradiction to his words opened his arms ready to catch that little nuisance.

"Oh, you can really. He excels in martial arts, you know! And he runs his own company…"

"Mokuba, will you stop setting me up with this total and probably insane stranger!"

"But you're checking him out and look under his skirt the whole time, Nii-sama. I only wanted to do you a favor!"

Seto saw red. "I don't exactly have another choice when he's hanging there like that!"

"Just look somewhere else!" His brother laughed and the young man above him shouted and Seto just rolled his eyes at both of them.

He was about to retort something when he heard a little yelp and in the next second the man fell like a stone in his luckily still outstretched arms and they both landed rather ungraciously and painfully on the wet pavement.

Seto immediately freed his arms and legs from under this guy and stood up as fast as he could so as to not get his suit dirty and his mind racing even more than it already was.

"And I'm not insane!" The young man shouted as soon as he was standing as well and glared at Seto who now dared to look at him properly for the first time.

The older Kaiba brother was surprised by the man's slim frame and rather small built, he wasn't much taller than Mokuba but probably around the same age as himself. He really wore nothing more than some jewelry and a soaked skirt the left almost nothing to the imagination. But the most fascinating thing about him certainly were those eyes – a bizarre mixture of violet and crimson that held him captive and dared to try and look somewhere else. Seto felt exposed, almost helpless but still didn't look away. They were blazing with rage, with a sense of shame as he covered his body as best as he could and with a sort of confusion and fright when he opened his mouth again. "I just want to go home."

"Well, we can help you with that!" Mokuba stepped in and smiled reassuringly at the young man.

"Really?" He asked and looked even more unsure than before, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt. "This whole day people haven't been exactly friendly to me. They didn't even say hello or something and no one smiled…"

Seto scoffed. "Yeah, welcome to Domino City."

At this the man blinked surprised before his confusion was exchanged for a hesitant but honest smile. "Thank you."

Now it was Seto's turn to blink surprised but he quickly turned it into a frown. This guy was really irritating him – livid one second and dorky the other. He felt like he had to get away from him as fast as he could but instead he heard himself ask. "What's your name anyway?"

"Oh…" He says as if only now realizing that he has a name at all and then he looks directly in Seto's eyes, taking his breath away for just a second. "My name is Atem."

"Oh, that sounds Egyptian!" Mokuba grinned and shot Seto another one of his looks to which he only responded with a roll of his eyes. Mokuba ignored him. "Our car is just there. You can come with us, dry up and we'll see what we can do for you."

Seto glared at his little brother. He wasn't actually planning to bring a perfect stranger to their apartment, was he? "Or we could just… call your family or friends, so they can pick you up."

"But…" Atem frowned confused at him. "They won't hear you from here, will they?"

Again, Seto was dumbfounded, only this time it was because he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He groaned loudly, to cover his brother's chuckle, took off his coat and threw it at Atem's face before walking back to the still waiting taxi.

Mokuba still chuckled when he put a hand in Atem's shoulder. "That was his way of saying please get in the car." He started to walk to the car but when he noticed Atem was still hesitating he gave him a reassuring nod. "It's fine, really. Don't worry. We'll get you back home, I promise."

Atem nodded slowly after a moment, then slipped into his brother's coat and smiled a Mokuba.

It wasn't until they were sitting in the taxi that Atem took a deep breath and told them what had happened, where he was from and how odd he found all of this.

Seto stopped listening to his nonsense of kemet and pharaoh and magic almost immediately. He let Mokuba handle that and Atem too and put on a snubbing façade.

Even when they finally arrived at their apartment and Mokuba disappeared with Atem in the living room while Seto went into the bathroom he kept it up. He would give Atem time to dry up and wait until someone picked him up and then this whole exceptionally stupid affair would be over.

When he left the bathroom though he found he brother at the door grinning so brightly like he had just won a noble prize.

"I think he's rather sleepy, Nii-sama."

That grin on his brother's face spoke volumes and Seto all but dashed into the living room, but only to find this peculiar human being sound asleep on his couch, covered by a number of blankets.

Seto stared at him, at the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his peaceful and relaxed expression and somehow find himself unable to wake Atem up again.

This… no Atem would bring him a lot of trouble.

There was no doubt about it.