Sonnenaufgang
by Nyan
AN: In my story Seto is sixteen, like his friends, Yami was fifteen when he died, or rather… well let me surprise you! I will explain other characters when I introduce them. This will be SetoxYami centric. I have not decided about sidepairings yet.
It is rated M because I don't want to hold back if an idea crosses my mind, plus there will be some swearing.
"speech"
'thoughts'
disclaimer: Is this really necessary? Everyone writes disclaimers, but it's pretty obvious that I don't own anything mentioned.
Chapter 1 The bet
The first crimson red rays that crept over the yellow sand of the desert and made the soft dunes glow like a sea of blood, steadily in motion and never resting. They made the already long gone and forgotten darkness of the night disappear and indicated another breathtaking sunrise. The freezing chill that had fought the morning just a bit longer than the darkness faded away under the power of the sparkling heat that slowly engulfed the gentle hills, making the sight of the bloody sea even more startling.
But Seto Kaiba couldn't care less.
At this very moment he was sitting in the front of a jeep, arms constantly folded, like they had melted with his sides, face straight and emotionless, despite the anger that raced inside him. Not even the beautiful sunrise could stop his eyes from narrowing, the cold cerulean of his orbs expressionless and even bored.
Nothing in the teen's appearance would give away the fact that he was just witnessing the most breathtaking event in his entire life so far. If he would have been truly watching the dawn, he would have noticed how much he worshipped the raw, natural and jet incredibly pristine demonstration of pure power.
A slight shiver ran down his spine as a breeze entered the car through the open windows. A black sleeveless shirt under a trench coat had been the worst choice anyone could make for spending a day in the heat of the desert.
Seto did not want to be here, for nothing in the world. But it was his fault, of course. How he could have even considered taking this bet, any bet for crying out loud, was beyond him. He knew better, didn't he?
Stupid Bakura. Seto knew, only the albino could come up with such an annoying and jet very well plotted plan. His best friends, or at least he had considered them as such until they came up with THAT, had managed to make him drunk. This was a bitter tasting surprise on its own, since he NEVER drank ANY alcohol. But this mystery could, and most certainly would, be solved the moment he got back to Japan.
The four of them had had a lot of fun watching different movies and making fun of the plot, the actors, the scenery, the plot, the dialogues, the plot, the special effects and , of course, the plot. Everything had been fine till they had watched the movie "The mummy". Somehow Jou had got the absolutely ridiculous idea that he, Seto Kaiba, was afraid of mummies.
On second thought, he actually had an idea where this had come from. It was a conspiracy exactly at Bakura's taste.
Needless to say, the drunken CEO had taken the bait and was now up to proof his fearlessness, he scowled at that thought, by joining an expedition team.
The sun had finally risen over the horizon and the intense shades of crimson were paling and fading, leaving the battlefield to the heat and brightness of the beginning new day.
The jeeps were heading west, following a nonexistent path towards their destination: The valley of the kings.
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Seto got out of the car and stretched his legs, which had got stiff from the journey. He suppressed a yawn and blinked into the now unbearable hot sun. He wondered if he should take of his trench coat, but he knew the black shirt would heat up even more and the bare (and snow white) skin would catch the worst sunburn ever seen in a matter of minutes.
The teenager turned to the British professor that he had realised in the first seconds of his arrival, was in charge of his "entertainment". Although it was obvious that the archaeologist was not fond of his new job as a babysitter.
'The miracle of money.' Seto thought sarcastically.
"Anything special I should know?", He asked in a casual voice.
Professor Bakura (No he was definitely not related to his former best friend, since the professor's name was, unlike his friend's, a surname) focused his attention on the young CEO and rose an eyebrow.
"Well, just stay behind and touch nothing. It could get dangerous if you decide to make an extratour, so stay with the group. This tomb is already fully discovered, but you can never know for sure.", he answered the teen's question, the discomfort of Seto's presence in his voice much too obvious to fool anyone.
The teen sighted. At least Mr. Bakura wasn't used to lie in such a way. This was more that could be said of most of his business partners.
"Let's get over with it.", he stated in a slightly better mood than before.
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A group of five archaeologists plus one annoyed CEO entered a dimly lit pathway. Suddenly Seto was glad of his trench coat, as the cool and slightly foul smelling dry air made him shiver. Sand and dirt crunched under his feet, breaking the silence along with their footsteps.
"This is the tomb of a very unimportant Pharaoh of the XXVIII dynasty. It has been robbed and demolished soon after his death.", Mr. Bakura whispered, his expression now free of anger and content about the listener.
"The mummy is in a very bad shape and it was almost worthless for scientific purposes. But it was the very first I ever seen and it kinda grew to my heart.", he chuckled softly before he continued, "It's a weird feeling to see how clean and presentable the tomb is now."
Seto rose an eyebrow at the words "clean" and "presentable", but said nothing and let the excited professor continue his lecture.
"Even if the few leftovers and the remaining pictures were nothing special for the older, or rather more experienced, colleagues of mine, it was an event I would never like to miss for anything in the world. Now we are reaching the first of the inner chambers…"
But the teen didn't listen anymore.
Something had caught his attention, and he was not quite sure what it was yet. Something was different, and it felt incredibly wrong.
"…carving shows us a scene out of the…"
'Something bad is up to happen…' But the same moment the CEO thought it he remembered his friends and anger welled up in his stomach. This was exactly what they were imagining him to think, and he was determined to prove them wrong.
"…pity that the most important part is…"
The professor touched a part of the wall and every sense inside of the teen started to scream.
'Something bad is happening right NOW!' his thoughts panicked and like a response, a deep grumbling echoed in the room, followed by a rumble and a deep crack that spread it's way across the ceiling.
"RUN!"
Nobody knew or even cared who had said that, but some of them followed the order anyway.
The rest of the group was too stunned to blink, let alone move themselves out of the danger, like Seto or professor Bakura.
The next second a deafening crack shot through the ancient, and most likely soon to be, tomb, indicating the ceiling to come down, and everything went black.
AN: What do you think of it? This is my first fic ever! Good? Bad? Awful? Please tell me!