Those Words

"Those words again?" Was never commonly asked, never had the need to, until a boy appeared in the middle of the royal court, with no memory of how he got there, who he is, or why no one else can understand anything he says! Yuugi's life just got more complicated then he can remember. Notes inside

NT: Yuugi's timeline is after the Ceremonial Duel: Based in AU-Egypt, near the time before Memory World. Even though of the timeline, Yuugi's height is of the same as the start of series, because he's more cute that way (hides).
NT: I do not know a lot of Egyptian, and while I try to understand what I can, which is hard, "Egyptian" in this story is English, (besides the Egyptian I know), and what Yuugi is speaking is Japanese, which I don't know much of either.
NT: does not wish to offend anyone who may know Egyptian and/or Japanese, if as such, I apologise, as well I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Which is owned by their official owners
NT: OOC at most times, AU at times as well. Second Yu-Gi-Oh! story
NT: More notes and translations that are from are at the end, and are in order of use, so if they don't make sense, don't blame me!
NT: Reasons for using Japanese is for readers to get the feeling of what it would be like to be others in the story who cannot understand Japanese, which I'm sure, makes no sense, to someone who has no idea of the language.
NT: Don't kill me.

-Chapter 1-

Why was it that on an ordinary day, nothing was ordinary? It set out to be an ordinary day, Ra made his daily crossing of the sky, the high priests were in order, and Atem was bored as usual. One of the guards had just left after going on about the security levels, which were still high, in case Bakura wanted to try again after disappearing. Then, as suddenly as anything a pillar of light appeared in the middle of the court room with a loud crash, making everyone scramble away in fright, and causing Atem to stand up. The strange pillar of light faded away leaving what looked like a small boy in its wake, who was left falling as if he were the one struck by the strange light, the closest to him went running to catch him, and the rest of them, Atem included, in interest came up closer to the small-looking boy and Isis, the one who had caught him. Seto was looking suspiciously between the small boy and the ceiling waiting to see if he could see where the light came from or if it would reappear. However, most of them were more interested in how the boy looked like a replica of their Pharaoh. Atem knelt down to them both and looked from the boy to Isis.

"...Well...?" He started for her.
"He appears to be unharmed, just unconscious..." Isis stated, after she had ruled out everything else, though she couldn't determine the cause of the tear stains down both his cheeks.
"...Did he anger the Gods...?" Many whispered, looking up to the ceiling, and edging away from the boy subconsciously, with this Atem stood up to face them.
"We won't know what happened to cause this, until he tells us." He told them, and then looked to Isis. "Will you tend to him...?" He asked, and she nodded, and gathered the boy up, and got up, only appearing surprised as she got up easily.
"Isis...?" Mahaado's voice came in concern seeing the surprise.
"It is okay, he was lighter than expected. He is just a little boy, how could he anger the Gods so...?" Isis questioned.
"I intend to find out once he regains his state." Atem voiced to her, nodding to excuse her, and she left.
Atem would get the information as to why a double-ganger-child appeared out of a pillar of light, disrupting his boring day; perhaps he could even thank him for it.

Isis couldn't find a point of reason the boy was unconscious, other than simply he was because he was. There was no physical wronging; he looked as if he was asleep, nothing more. She had no prior experience with the boy so she couldn't tell if his mental state, or whether or not it was a cause for his current state of sleep. Though, she worried over that she hadn't been able to see him coming from her Millennium necklace, nor whether if he was a threat or not, though she seriously doubted a little boy could be a threat. It was remained to be seen, however.
Isis sighed, and sat down on the stool next to the bed she had placed him in, in a small healer's room, in high priority. What had caused the boy to be here sent in that light, had he angered the Gods, and sent to be punished? She closed her eyes and shook her head, her frown gripping her forehead; she refused to believe such a child could anger the Gods so highly without being punished before hand by officials. Isis sighed in defeat, how was she meant to treat, let alone cure him, when she had no idea of what ailed him?

Her head quickly went back to the boy as she followed a soft sound coming from his direction, only to see him struggling to waken. Isis quickly got up and rushed to the bedside, and watched as she seemed to fall as the little child opened his eyes.
There was no way someone, no less a God, could and would punish this child.

By now Isis was far beyond worried, as she watched the boy who was sitting up and looking around curiously, he hadn't said a word, but if he had tried, whatever he had said was nothing to her. She couldn't understand a word he said, nor did he seem to understand her. This was going to cause a problem. She watched as the boy's strange purple eyes landed on her again, he spoke, but whatever he said, the words wove themselves through her ear and out the other. By now both knew they couldn't communicate with each other.
….This was going to cause a problem….A big problem.
"Isis…." A voiced called entering the room by its own accord, making Isis jump a mile and turn.
"My Pharaoh…!" Isis yelped, placing a hand over her heart. She distinctively knew that the boy hadn't turned; he wouldn't have had, not understanding, even if the words were for him. Atem, on the other hand saw his duplicate was awake, and who was looking interestedly out the window, as if he had never seen the outside before.
"He awakes?" He asked her, and noticed her nod was in worry. "What ails you?"
"Maybe you can understand him…?" Isis asked herself as well as him, which made him frown, she turned around a placed her hand on his shoulder and he quickly looked to her as he flinched, his head turned inward as if he was silently asking her what she wanted, though his eyes wondered over to Atem, and they seemingly froze at him, all the while Atem came up closer.
"Strange eyes…" Atem noticed, the eye conjunction themselves were strange, the colour even stranger….Not that he could say his own were strange, his own being crimson. All the things that Atem could see all pointed towards the child suggested innocence.
If this was the case why had the Gods sent him here…?

Atem looked to Isis.
"Has he been named?" He asked her, and frowned at her shrugging, he looked to the boy, who full attention was on him.
"What is your name?" He asked; only to watch as if the words meant nothing to him, and watch as the boy blinked in non-understanding.
Though, now it was Atem who blinked in non-understanding when the boy spoke and foreign sounds came.
Isis watched the exchange. "Did you understand him, My Pharaoh?"
Atem sighed. "Not one word."

This was going to cause a lot of problems.

The boy sat on the bed the woman, had given him, he hadn't moved, though he did want to see what was beyond the window, something yellow? He was brought out of his thoughts suddenly when a hand was placed on his shoulder; he quickly turned to the woman, he felt his head turn sideways in his confusion as to what she wanted to try and say now. Though he quickly noticed another in the room, and looked to it, it was a man, but that wasn't what made the boy freeze, it was the red eyes that made him freeze up, the boy felt as if he wanted to run away and never want to see them again, he blinked, why did he want that…? He watched as the new man looked to the woman, he spoke the same words she had, he had not understood even a man with red eyes. But to whatever he had said the woman had moved her shoulders, and he and frowned and looked to him, and seemed to address him, in the same words he could not understand. He blinked his puzzlement, why could he not understand what they said?
"Anata wa nani o itte iru...?" He asked, but only watched as the new man blinked.
No one could understand him.
The boy watched helplessly has the two made a small conversation without him.
What language were they speaking?
….What language was he speaking…?

By now, Atem was fuming. Not only could he not understand the small child, but no one could identify the language he was speaking, nor where he came from, nor his name, nor anything else Atem would have liked to know! Even if he were to ask the boy and the boy some miraculously understood him, and responded, Atem would not know, because he was unable to understand a word he said back to him!
Atem sighed, but looked to his hand when he felt something soft being placed on it, it was a small hand, who he knew whom it belonged to by now, and looked to see a worried normally-paled face looking back at him. The boy by now had gotten over his frustration of the language barrier, if he ever had such an emotion towards his own predicament, but Atem and everyone else, by far, had not. Atem sighed again, and patted the boy on his head, and smiled a small smile when he heard the innocent giggle the boy gave off. Atem was one of the first to theorize; that the boy was brought here against his will, nor was it for punishment, but he didn't understand is why the boy was brought here in the first place, perhaps to protect him? Though what Atem found strange is that the boy looked at everything as if he was looking at it for the first time. From the wall on the other side of the room, to the shadows that across the room as the light giver made its way down the sky, to how his sheets would make a sound if he moved them a certain way.
Everything fascinated the boy, and Atem found himself by the boy's side whenever he could be.

Atem looked to the door as Isis came back in after seeing to a guard and asking him if he would fetch Shada, perhaps he could see inside the boys mind.
"I have an idea…" She started, Atem nodded for her to continue. She then walked up to the boy who was watching her as she placed a hand on her chest.
"Isis…" She stated, and watched him blink and she extended her hand out to him. He blinked again, but pointed to her, and sounds tumbled out, to them it sounded like;
"Eye-su…?"
"Isis..." She restated slower, her eyes shining.
"Ey-zi-su…?" The boy question again.
Isis smiled, and nodded. "Close enough." She said to Atem, who was trying not to smile.
"Ey-zi-su…!" He stated proudly, to her nod he giggled, but looked to Atem as his head sided in confusion.
"I think he wants your name…" Isis whispered to him, and he nodded.
Atem tried to repeat what Isis had down. "Atem..." Ignoring Isis's little gasp to which that he had said his name, not title.
"A-tim-u…?"
Atem blinked, but frowned. "Atem…." He repeated slower.
"A-tem-mu….?" The boy asked again, this was close enough for Atem, who nodded, only to hear the boy giggle happily at the fact he got something right. "A-tem-mu..!" The boy took great delight in saying again, making Atem chuckle. But both watched as the happiness faded from him as he placed one hand on his chest, and shook his head downcast. He did not know his name. Isis looked to Atem in worry.
"He doesn't know his own name?" Isis pondered in the silence watching as the little boy seemingly wanted to cry, Atem who saw this placed his hand on the boy's shoulder to make him look at him, which he did.
"A-tem-mu…?" He questioned, Atem who saw the tears and wiped them away, and patted him on the head, making the boy giggle.

"Shada…." Atem started, and the man looked to him. "I do not want him broken." The man nodded, the boy in question looked between Atem and Shada with a clear questioning face.
"I will not harm him." Shada promised, the process would, obviously hurt, if barriers were in place, but he knew what Atem was asking. Shada took hold of his Millennium Ankh, and the boy watched on curiously as it was placed on his forehead.
Shada was looking into a place similar to the one he left, except there was a hole in the floor by the window, curious, Shada walked over to it, to see what he could find out, by looking through it he could see what looked like another room, testing the surroundings, by going down the boy would not be hurt. Shada was now in a foreign room, looking around he saw some things he could slightly recognize, something that related to a bed, a table, at least two doors, and what looked like fur was on the floor, above him was the night sky full of foreign stars and around the room was things stuck to the walls with writing he could not understand, though what intrigued him more, was the little golden box on the table, something he could read. It was Egyptian, it looked rather old, as he came closer to it, he knew the box, he had seen it just hours ago, it was newly made. But here it looked old; aged and suffered. Looking inside the box was yet another passage way down, through Shada knew that by going down this one would hurt the boy. Shada took one final look around the foreign room before he left.

Atem watched as Shada returned. "Well….?" He asked watching as the man breathed heavily he wondered what wonders the man saw.
"I saw a room familiar to this one, only there was a hole in the floor…." Shada started.
Both Isis and Atem blinked in confusion. "A hole….? Meaning what….?"
"It was a passage way." To this the two understood. "The passage way took me to another room, with everything that looked slightly foreign to me, though I could make out what looked like a bed and a work table." To this the two nodded, they knew the boy came from somewhere different. "Above me was a night sky shinning down though what looked like a see-clear material. There was this golden box on the table, it had our words on it, and it was a thing I had seen only just before…The Pendant box."
To this Atem looked amazed. "The Pendant box, come now, Shada—"
"I am telling the truth. But even the box looked old and worn…."
"Like what, it had aged?" Atem asked trying not to scoff at the idea; the Pendant box was only just made.
Shada nodded, and it made Atem silent. "He seemed to own it, and it seemed dear to him."
All three looked to the oblivious child who was looking out the window again, as if he was trying to see what was beyond it.
"I do not know why he held it in such a regard, nor why he owns it, though looking into the box, there was another passage way."
Interest had spiked up here. "And…?" Atem pressed, and blinked when Shada shook his head.
"Preceding any further would damage the boy; it seems he has repressed his memories into the box."
"…It explains why he doesn't know his own name." It looked as if a lightning bolt had struck Atem. "Wait, you said the Pendant box looked old, yes?" To this Shada nodded. "…Are you telling me he's from a different day, as well as a different land?" To this Shada blinked.
"If you look at it like that, then it makes sense as well." Isis spoke up.
Atem shook his head. "Did you know his age by it?"
"By judging he could be around mid teenager years."
Both Atem and Isis were shocked. "….You sure…?"
Shada shook his head. "He seems to have a mature yet child-like bright aura about him, his age for me is uncertain, as well as his name."
To that Atem sighed, of course the little boy would be complicated.
"Though know this, my Pharaoh." Shada started, making Atem blink. "He is of a purest soul, perhaps a speck or so of darkness."
To this both Atem and Isis's eyes widened. There was no such thing.
"…An angel…?" Isis whispered doubtfully, and Shada shook his head.
"He is human; he has human memories, no matter how deep they have been repressed for whatever reason, will be brought back up in time..."
Atem blinked. "Does it have something to do with the Pendant?"
Shada shrug his shoulders. "I do not know, perhaps it will trigger his memories, perhaps it's the reason he has lost them, or even more so perhaps being the reason he was sent here…."
Atem blinked but didn't stop Shada as he bowed and left the room. Atem was left alone with the child as Isis, too, excused herself.
"You're going to become a happy headache, aren't you, Little One?" Atem asked the boy, whose head sided in his confusion at the foreign words directed towards him.
"A-tem-mu…?" The boy asked in his confusion, but Atem chuckled sadly and patted the boy on the head.
Of course his little one wouldn't understand him.

Atem stared in wonder at the small papyrus slides the boy had that were coloured, but the boy seemed to be enjoying himself, playing subconsciously perhaps, to what the game looked like to Atem, the small slides looked more like the extracted. Though, Atem's hand, on its own accord reached out to quickly to grasp one, making the boy flinch at the same time…But the mural on the slide…
"Mahaado…?" Atem questioned, and he could feel the boy's confusion, but held his hand out for the slide back, and Atem gave it back, the game had to be important if it was on papyrus. He held the card up, and pointed to the symbols that held no meaning to Atem, but to each several of them he pointed to, he verbalized what the symbols meant, he looked to Atem in hopes he had understood. Which he had not, to tell him such he shook his head. The words and the symbols of his strange land meant nothing to him.
"I cannot understand, Little One." Atem told him with a sigh, he sighed as well, but he continued sliding out the slides of stilled coloured papyrus, every now and then a move he made in the game, to Atem made no sense.

Atem watched as the boy as he lent forward in his bed to try and glimpse outside the window, Atem briefly wondered where the mural slides had been placed, and why the boy hadn't gotten up to cleanse his curiosity of what laid beyond his window. Atem blinked, but acted on impulse, as he reached over to the boy, to gather him up in his arms, he registering to the small yelp the boy gave up in surprise, and how his small little hands curled into his tunic as he walked around the bed and to safely deposit the boy down near the window. Atem chuckled when he heard the gush of foreign sounds that came out in an awe-sigh at what was beyond the window, but while the boy was preoccupied with the sights of Egypt he could see, Atem was able to try to categorize what the boy was wearing…Most of which he had no idea what to call, he supposed the black tunic was covered by a small-lengthened blue tunic cloak of some sorts, he had no idea what to call the material covering his legs, nor what they were called, around the boy's midriff, was….what Atem could only describe as two straps, however how they were held up, Atem had no clue, the boy was also wearing a form of shoes. Though Atem wondered briefly if the small blue tunic cloak could be pulled away without disturbing the black tunic underneath; wherever the boy had come from, wasn't a hot place, in this place, the little boy would get hot rather quickly in his original attire. Atem wondered how he faired with it up to now, without complaining about it.
Atem blinked from his thoughts when the boy turned around to say a gush of foreign words to him.
"...A-tem-mu…?" He asked, after the spill of foreign words, Atem recognizing this was how he sounded his name, watching as he pointing to the sky, to the light source, then placed his hand over Atem's and placed both to Atem's chest, then back to the light source.
Atem blinked for a second, but then understood what the boy was asking, with his other hand he pointed to the light source.
"Ra…" Atem announced to him, and he watched as the boy blinked and blinked to him.
"Rye….?"
"Ra…" Atem repeated slowly.
"….Ra-ah…?" He asked again, Atem nodded, figuring that was the closest he was going to get, and watched as the boy giggled and getting something right, but seemed to sober up, and mutter something, with his new found word in it, Atem watched as his suspicions were corrected; the outer small blue tunic cloak, indeed could be pulled off, leaving the sleeveless black tunic in its place, though Atem blinked, just what, in all of creation, was covering his neck…?

He couldn't remember….So what did he have nightmares about….? The boy frowned and looked towards the dark room and leaned towards the window, it was dark outside. Where had A-tem-mu gone to? Was it late enough for people to sleep? Then why wasn't he asleep? The boy groaned and smashed his small fists against the sides of his head, and grasped the hair he smashed his hands into, why didn't he know anything? Was he bad, bad enough for his memories to abandon him? Why did he know a whole set of a different language then what everyone else around him spoke? Knowing a grand total of three words in the language would never get him anywhere! Why couldn't he point to himself and someone tell him what he was called? He groaned again and looked to what he could see of the darkened outside, he could go to the window, right? The boy grasped the edges of the sheet and pulled them backwards and placed his feet on the floor, after sitting like that, he retracted the idea, and brought his knees to him so he could wrap his arms around him, as he pondered his lost memories. Why were they lost? What….what happened to him…?

Atem found it was like teaching a child to talk as it was to teach the boy his language, though the only difference, the words the boy spouted only resembled a little of the original word Atem had said, but it was as close as the boy could get, also the only other difference was that Atem could only teach him if he had the object in sight and could point at it.
He was astounded that the boy had only been in his presence less than a week when it felt a lot longer than that, maybe it was because Atem was either doing daily things, being tested on his ability on being a new Pharaoh, or with the boy teaching him. Atem frowned, seeing the frown, the boy looked to him worriedly.
"We need a name for you, Little One…." Atem announced to the boy who sided his head.
"Nam-u…?" He asked pointing to himself, and Atem nodded, and then set to ponder, what could he name the child? Was he allowed to rename the said child, in the first place, even though he was the Pharaoh? He was from a different place after all, and that was outside his jurisdiction. He looked over to his question. Who was waiting patiently for his new name, but then brightened as if he thought of something, with a gush of foreign words in his excitement, he pointed to his mural slides, and the other various objects Atem had given him over the many races the sun had done across the sky; they all had something in common…
Games…
He liked games…
Atem blinked. "…Heba."
The boy was now to blink. "Hy-ba…?"
Atem chuckled. "Heba…" He repeated.
"He-eb-ah…?" He asked again, changing the sounds of the words he spilled.
"Heba…."
"He-ba…?" He asked again, and lit up when he heard Atem chuckle and watched as he nodded.
Atem pated him, and heard him giggle, he was now named Heba.

Both turned to see the door opening.
"Ey-zi-su…!" Heba brightly announced seeing someone he knew, and could greet. Isis smiled her greeting to him, and looked to Atem, but before she could announce what she came in for, Heba made a gush of sound in foreign words, making both of them to look to him with a blink. Isis watched as he placed his hand on his chest.
"He-ba…!" He announced happily, and Atem chuckled at the rapid blinking Isis gave off.
"Heba….He is named Heba?" She asked looking towards Atem.
"I named him Heba, considering he likes games." Atem told her, and Isis nodded. "Why are you here, Isis?" Atem then asked.
"I'm looking for Mahaado's charge, seeing as such, she is not here." With that she excused herself leaving the two to blink.

He-ba kept to A-tem-mu's side, he didn't know where they were going, as the explanation was foreign to him, but he suddenly stopped, staring, making A-tem-mu stop as well.
"Heba…?" Was the only thing he understood was said the rest following it was foreign. But–that…that thing was moving!
"Vas-zu…!" He-ba yelped pointing to the now-and-then moving object, A-tem-mu seeing as the object was moving, He-ba was pulled back behind A-tem-mu, he grasped onto the cloaks material and he poked his head around A-tem-mu to see if it had stopped moving, but only succeeded in yelping when something darted up from within it, into A-tem-mu forcing He-baonto the floor as foreign words littered the air.

"Mana…!" Several voices shouted, one being Atem, the other being Mahaado's voice, as he came into view and plucked Mana from Atem, and Atem quickly rushed over to Heba only to pick the child up in his arms and made sure there was nothing wrong as far he could see.
"Prince….!" Mana shouted delightfully, not fully caring for the glare Mahaado was giving her, but she then noticed Heba who was undergoing Atem's gaze to make sure he could not see any wronging from the fall he had sustained. "You never told me you had a little brother!" She squealed out, making Atem look to her, with a frown, and while Heba flinched at the sound.
"He is no relative of mine." Atem told her, and she blinked.
"He is not….?" Mana asked, and Atem nodded, and she blinked. "You sure…?"
"Positive, Mana, he is not from here." Atem told her, and she blinked in non-believing, the two just looked so alike, and the way Atem was handling the smaller one suggested as such, but she shrugged.
"What do you mean 'not from here'?" Mana asked her confusion, as Heba watched her in fascination, not really caring he was being held up by Atem, he was all for leaning into Atem then trying to get away.
For whatever reason, Heba blinked and looked up to Atem.
"A-tem-mu…?" He voiced, making all present blink. "Fl-our…?"
Atem blinked and let Heba down and smiled up towards Atem, then looked to Mana in his confusion, Mana returned to look.
"Prince, why does he speak so strange….?" Mana asked with a frown, Heba looked between her and Atem.
"It is because he does not speak our words, Mana; he is from another land." Atem told, and Mana understood a little more.
Heba placed his hand on his chest. "He-ba…" He told her, but only made her blink when he gestured towards her.
"He wants your name…" Atem told her.
Mana blinked. "…Mana..."
"Ma-ne-h…?" Heba asked, when he got no answer he looked to Atem for one.
"Mana…." He repeated slower for him, when he realized that Mana was frowning confusedly, and Mahaado wasn't going to answer.
"Ma-h-na-h…?" He questioned again, Atem chuckled and patted his head telling him he was right, and Heba giggled, but looked to Mana.
"Ma-h-na-h…!" He announced pointing to her, making her blink, but she nodded, making Heba giggle again.

~
Yuugi's "Egyptian" from Japanese:
Ey-zi-su – Isis
A-tem-mu – Atem
Ra-ah – Ra
Nam-u – Name
He-ba – Heba
Vas-zu – Vase
Fl-our – Floor
Ma-h-na-h – Mana

Japanese translation:
Anata wa nani o itte iru...? – What are you saying…?

Notes on Egyptian used:
Ra – Sun God, giver of light and warmth in the day
Heba ~ Game (A/N: found being used for Yuugi in a lot of stories, guessing this is its meaning)