Chapter One
He stood before the mirror, looking at himself. Butterflies of nervousness fluttered in his stomach.
"I will do you proud, father." He whispered, hoping he was heard.
"Your Majesty?"
Mahad stood in the doorway.
"It is time."
Atem nodded curtly, following his childhood friend and Head Magician through the doorway.
They stood, waiting for the word, Atem taking a breath to calm himself.
"Hey." Mahad said, "You'll do great."
The music began, Atem giving one last nod to Mahad as Prince, going forth to become Pharaoh.
He stepped through the curtains.
Chin up, smile on. You must be proud for your people.
His father had spoken those words to him not months before, and Atem would do just that.
He stopped at the foot of the dias, where Aknadan stood.
He nodded to Atem, Atem nodding back. Aknadan stepped to the side, allowing Atem to walk to the throne.
The crook and flail...
The last person to hold those had been his father.
He took a breath, and walked forward. He picked up the and flail, setting himself down in the chair.
Seto took his side, the Millennium Puzzle in his hands, the modern symbol of the Pharaoh, formally belonging to his father.
He slipped it around Atem's neck.
Atem began to raise the crook and flail, but before he could, screams rang out, and a knife lodged itself into the wall beside him.
"Protect the Pharaoh!" Came Seto's voice, he walked forward, but Atem saw no more as hands ushered him behind the cutains.
"You'll be okay, Your Highness."
Atem looked over at the unfamiliar voice, seeing an old man.
"I'm from the Prince Protection Program." He said, "I'll get you to safety."
Though he was no longer a prince, Atem did not point it out, grateful that someone had cared enough to get safety.
"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
A hand grabbed Atem by his cape, and he gasped, whirling around to face the attacker.
A young man, no older than Atem himself. His skin dark, hair white. He wore a black kilt, and a red trench coat. He had a thick scar going down the side of his face.
The PPP agent did none, knowing this man would chase him.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The white-haired man said, "My name is Bakura, and I have a simple wish: Revenge!"
"What is it that I have done to you?" Atem demanded.
"Not you, Your Highness." He said the title with utmost disrespect, "Your father!"
"My father did no-"
"YOUR FATHER WAS A MURDEROUS SCOUNDREL!"
"Your Highness," Said the PPP agent, "now."
Atem whirled around, following the man.
"I am Solomon Moto." He said, "I have no doubt that he'll follow us. Just stay with me."
"GET BACK HERE!"
He heard Bakura's feet flying up the stairs behind them.
Atem grit his teeth. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he followed Agent Moto.
They broke out onto the roof, where a helicopter was situated.
"Come." Agent Moto said, "Now."
They clambered into it, Bakura's screams of rage following them.
The helicopter took off just as Bakura blasted the door open.
He ran right at them, but missed as they were much to high.
He glared at him, before turning, returning to the Palace.
Atem caught his breath.
"You'll be safe now." Agent Moto said, "You're in good hands."
Atem's hand went to the Millennium Puzzle.
"I know." He said, a tear tracing it's way down his face as he watched the sands of Egypt fly behind them much to fast.
…
The helicopter settled itself down on an island, seemingly empty.
Agent Moto came around, helping Atem down.
"Thank you." He said.
"You're welcome."
Agent Moto led the Pharaoh down a path, concealed from both the front and above, though it was quite well-worn when you walked in.
They walked in silence, giving Atem time to think.
YOUR FATHER WAS A MURDEROUS SCOUNDREL
That was not true.
His father had been kind, always putting others before himself, and ruling as a king should- proudly, and kind.
But... Bakura definitely had something to be mad about...
What was it?
His thoughts were cut off as Agent Moto led him into a large...
Oh sweet Ra, what was it called?
Elevator.
The walls seemed to be plain steel until they lit up, the face of a woman upon it.
"Good job, Agent Moto." She said, "Prince- I suppose Pharaoh, now- Atem. Welcome to the Prince Protection Program, or PPP. I assume you know what we are, what we do."
"I am vaguely aware." Atem said.
"Well, what we do is protecting those of Royal standing who need protecting. Your friend Mahad contacted us, saying that he had a feeling that an attack was possible, though he did not know whom from."
"Well, I will give him my deepest regards for that."
"As you should. Now, step out of the elevator, and we will go on about the stages."
They turned around, the screen opening to reveal a very modern-looking place- white floors, smooth edges, glass, esca... Esca... Escalators. It was quite the sight to see.
The woman from the screen turned around, walking towards them.
She was tall, blond, pretty purple eyes.
"Director Valentine." She said, bowing slightly, "This way, Your Highness."
"A pleasure." Atem said, "You said something about... Stages?"
"Yes." Director Valentine said, "First is Stage One: Extraction. We've gotten you through that already." Atem cringed, remembering the chase, "Second, transition."
"Transition?" Atem asked, "Transition to what?"
"Stage three. Transformation."
"E-excuse me?"
"We must make you unrecognizable as a prince."
"Oh."
"Stage four, relocation. We've decided you'll be staying with Agent Moto in Domino City."
"And that is, where, exactly?"
"The American east coast." The Director said, "Now come with me, we've some redesigning to do."
...
"Is your grandpa home yet?" Joey asked as they walked home from school.
Yugi shook his head.
"Not yet, that I know of." He said, hands behind his head.
"What's he doing on that business trip anyways?" Tea asked.
"I don't know." Yugi said, shrugging, "He doesn't tell me."
That was a lie.
He knew his grandfather was a super-secret agent for a super-secret prince protecting program.
Yugi waved to his friends as they came up to the Game Shop.
He took his key out, but found it was unlocked.
His grandpa was home!
He opened the door, seeing Solomon Moto behind the couter.
"Hi!" Yugi said.
"Hello, Yugi." His grandfather said, "Take your bag up to your room. We'll talk after."
"Okay." Yugi said, grinning ear to ear as he took the first 4 stairs into the living part of the building, before taking the actual stairs upstairs.
He opened the door and threw his bag inside.
"Hello." Said the boy sitting on his bed.
"Hey."
Yugi began to leave, but stopped, turning around.
The boy that sat there looked remarkably like Yugi, with the same tri-coloured hair, though his skin was darker. He was in jeans and a leather muscle shirt, an upside-down pyramid pendant around his neck.
"I'm sorry," Yugi said, "but who are you?"
"I am Ate- Yami."
"Are you sure?" Yugi asked, "You don't sound too sure."
"I am sure."
"One more question. What are you doing in my room?"
He blinked in confusion.
"This is your room?" He asked, "Agent Moto has given me this room."
Yugi pressed his lips together.
"Did he?" He asked through gritted teeth, "If you'll excuse me."
He turned around, ready to leave, and the kid had the nerve to say,
"Yes, you are excused."
…
"Look, Grandpa." Yugi said, walking up to the counter, "When most grandfathers go on a super-secret mission to a foreign country, they usually bring their grandson back a t-shirt, not a person."
"Look, it was the Director's idea, okay?" Grandpa said, "I couldn't say no. Just learn to live with him, okay? And keep in mind, he's used to getting everything he wants, so, just give him a little talk about that, okay?"
"Fine. But I'm still mad at you."
Yugi came back up the stairs, finding "Yami" in the same spot he was before, looking a bit meek.
"Look," Yugi said, "I talked to my grandfather, or as you call him Agent Moto, and I'm going to tell you this now. This is not your room. It's ours. We share it. And I know that that's probably a foreign concept to you, so let me explain: This half is mine." He gestured to the side that had his bed, "And that half is yours." He gestured to the other side, where he now noticed a second bed had been placed, "So, if you could get off my bed please?"
"Yes, my apologies." He said, nodding politely, moving to the other side of the room.
Yugi walked over and flopped down on his bed, grabbing his laptop.
He opened it up, drumming his fingers on it as he waited for it to boot up.
"Why are you staring at me?" He asked, turning on Yami.
"I'm sorry..." He said, "I simply do not know what to do..."
"Can you read English?" Yugi asked, sliding his computer down onto his bed, slipping his legs off.
"Yes." Yami replied.
"Perfect."
Yugi handed him the first Harry Potter book.
"Believe me, you'll love it."
Yami nodded.
"Thank you." He said, sliding back against the wall to read.
He was going to have to get used to sharing a room.
But he'd do it.
…
Ayyyy
I'm such a loser
*hangs head in shame*
Oh well.
So yes.
Enjoy this.
K thanks BAI