This takes place five years after the Ceremonial Duel.
Yugi and the gang have all since moved on from everything that had happened when they were kids.
A high-pitched beep started to resound off of the walls in the small bedroom. Trying to ignore it, a small form wiggled under the dark covers. As if he could escape inside of his own mattress somehow. Alas, he knew it was pointless. Tri-coloured hair slowly rose up, glaring at the beeping sound. His violet eyes glazed over the alarm. It read, 6:00am...in the fucking morning...
The form rose up and lightly touched the top button, silencing the beast. He yawned and walked over to the mirror rubbing his eyes.
Yugi Muto was a short young man in his early twenties. He had once been known as "The King of Games"...well kind of. He glanced over to his desk where you could see a paper mache of the Millennium Puzzle he once wore. To this day, he still missed the Pharaoh's voice booming in his head. He felt lost, almost empty without the spirit. He wondered if he would ever feel normal again. Yugi rubbed his head and got dressed, trying to shake off the forthcoming depression before it sank in. He buttoned on a light purple long sleeved shirt and shrugged on some jeans. He left his room and went down to the dark, empty game shop where he lived and worked.
After he graduated, Yugi and his friends had tried to stay in touch. Tried to keep up with each other. Though they weren't kids anymore...Half of them went off to college, others still followed their dreams with Duel Monsters. Yugi had stayed behind...his grandfather had passed away just a year ago, leaving the game shop to his only grandson. It was lonely here...but it felt normal.
Yugi sighed turning on the lights and going to unlock the front door. He grabbed a broom and went for outside.
There was a brisk wind that greeted him, causing Yugi to shudder. Fall was fast approaching. He smiled, his friends visited every winter...that was something to look forward to.
The young man started to sweep the front of the shop, ignoring the brisk air kissing at his skin. He didn't even notice the limo that had been parked outside the shop. Let alone the brown haired figure that stepped out of it upon seeing Yugi open the shop.
Yugi stopped sweeping once a long shadow covered his form. He looked to see none other than the head of KC, Seto Kaiba. He leaned his broom against the door to the shop and crossed his arms. He hadn't seen Kaiba in...well years. The man all but disappeared after the Ceremonial Duel...
He still did business with KC, his shop had become quite popular since it was run by "The King of Games". Kaiba never stopped by though. If anyone from the company did, it was his younger brother, Mokuba. The boy was in his teens now and handled most of the business with game shops and releases.
Yugi managed a smile and waved awkwardly.
"Kaiba...um..long time no see?"
The man huffed in response and crossed his arms. He took in Yugi's appearance.
"I guess you really were two different people..."
His voice was rough, just as it had always been..though it took on a certain sadness. Like he was disappointed in something.
Yugi caught on to this and raised an eyebrow. He felt uncomfortable being stared at.
"Um..you mean Ya..um..Atem right?"
Yugi was fidgeting with this awkward encounter. He wasn't sure what to say to the man. Or what he wanted for that matter. Kaiba rolled his eyes suddenly realizing he was making the other uncomfortable. He took what looked like a Duel Monster's card from the front of his jacket and held it up next to Yugi's form. Showing a confused face he squinted once Kaiba turned the card to face him.
It was a Monster card named: The King. He looked it over multiple times trying to understand what he was seeing.
It was a tan young man sitting on a throne. He had tri-coloured hair and was adjourned with gold and ancient Egyptian robes. It was Atem. There was no denying it. Yugi looked up at Kaiba wondering what to say. Why would be a good question. Why why why the fuck why.
Kaiba cleared his throat.
"I came here to see if the card was made correctly...but as I can see even after all these years you don't resemble him worth a shit."
Yugi raised both of his eyebrows wondering still, why? He looked down at the card again, he almost wanted to ask for a copy. Even of just the image itself. It was a picture of his dear friend that he missed so much. But why make one...that one word kept echoing in his mind, why?
"...Kaiba...wh"
He was cut off by the other turning on his heel and going back to his limo.
"This is just a project I've started. Though, that's none of your business. Mokuba will be by later to discuss the new products from KC."
"Kaiba...but..can I get a...wait."
The man stopped momentarily before getting into the limo.
"Can I just have a copy of the picture..I don't know why you made it but..."
"I'll print one out and give it to Mokuba."
Yugi couldn't get another word in before the door closed leaving him alone. He looked from the departing limo to the game shop and shook his head. Why.
Kaiba got into his limo swiftly. The driver immediately pulled off without question. He knew where to take the man. Back to his work so that he could get on with his day.
He leaned back massaging his temples trying to get over what had just happened. He then took a card out from the front pocket of his coat and stared at it.
The King card looked right back at him. His unmoving crimson eyes seeming to bore a hole into Kaiba's mind.
"Why."
It was more of a statement than a question. Kaiba had spent the last few years making himself as unavailable as possible. He couldn't stand the fact that his rival was gone. The fact that a less than deserving version of him roamed around with what Kaiba believed to be Atem's title.
He didn't that Yugi had beaten him. It was bullshit. His free hand balled into a fist at the thought.
How dare he enter his life and leave without his permission. Pharaoh or not...Kaiba sighed pocketing the card again.
What was the point. Atem was thousands of years old; from an entirely different time period. Why Kaiba couldn't get over the Egyptian's death...he couldn't comprehend.
Deep in the forgotten tombs of Egypt, a dark skinned golden haired man was pushed up against a dirt wall by a taller, paler, long white haired man. The shorter bit his lower lip.
"Bakura you have to try and be quiet! If Ishizu comes down here we are both dead!
The taller shrugged leaning in to nip at the smaller male's neck.
"For the love of Ra Marik calm the fuck down? She hasn't been down here in ages. I'm not going to be in Egypt forever you know?"
Marik didn't have time to argue once the other continued to nip down to his collarbone. A slight moan escaped his lips sending chills down both males spines. They didn't even hear the hurried footsteps down the dirt pathway.
"Oh my Ra! Marik! Bakura! You know what, I don't have time for this!"
The two males suddenly flinched. Bakura leaned up looking as innocent as possible; while Marik's cheeks kept an unnatural red hue.
"Uh um...Ishizu..what brings you to this old tomb..."
Ishizu rolled her eyes and ushered them to follow her.
"We have a problem. Something has risen in the desert. We are trying to keep the public away for now but I'm not sure what to make of it! Come quickly, and please try not to set off any ancient traps!"
The two didn't ask any further questions as they hurried after Ishizu.
What does she mean something has risen? What has happened?
Alright so, like I explain on my Profile; I have always been a para and novella roleplayer.
I've never written a FanFiction before so this is my first one.
I apologize for any mistakes ahead of time. In the future I may have someone edit the stories if people are actually reading them.
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I have no intention of stopping anytime soon and reviews will tell me that people are actually reading and wanting more.
Updates will also depend on my personal life and how many people are reading. I live writing and if its wanted, it will appear more quickly.
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