Okay. Since I basically am getting worse at fan-fictions, or writing for that matter, I propose I should just do one shots. Those ones just seem to be a lot better than anything. So, I just feel that I should slowly think things through instead of jumping the gun. I mean, if I want to switch over to being a manga artist, I still need to create a story-line...or hire someone else for the job, ne? I will push on, and push harder to create a few more fan-fictions before I think of doing anything drastic like, creating my own story with the characters I have drawn And please, keep anything you want coming, regardless of how I feel when I get flamed '' I mean, I hate it as much as the next author, but, like it or not, it helps them realize their mistake and tries harder. This is what I think anyway. So, so far, no updates, but, trying to think about where this is going. I did this out of just craziness, and I wanted to do a round-robin with this...had rules and everything, but since fan-fiction doesn't allow it, I will try to come up with something for this, or perhaps get ideas from you guys whether to create a separate website for this where you, the readers and authors, wish to do. That would be really nice... --
DISCLAIMER: I am sad to say that I do not own YGO, I just write about it to ease my Yu-Gi-Oh-olism X3
Chapter One
by Kourine Narumi
The door to an apartment building slowly crept open. The light from the moon and the streetlights crawled in before the silhouette of the person could even place a foot in the room; The light shining on the carpeting on the floor and a bit on the couch that looked to be creating a hallway in the small confines of the persons home. The person took a step in. It slid its fingers along side of the wall, moving around until it found the light switch. With a little small cheer, the lights were on in a second, revealing a blonde teen. He plopped down a black colored book bag against the wall by the door, having a few dueling cards slide out of one of the compartments that were unzipped. He ignored it for the time being as he slipped his black and grey sneakers off. With a harsh sigh, he walked into the apartment, almost bouncing from the carpeting. It was new to him. "It is weird, to see myself in my own apartment." He whispered as he noticed a few other boxes along side of the walls further down towards his new room. They were all taped and named, letting him know what the items were. It was a rare thing for the blonde to be this organized, but, it knew it would help him out in the long run. He blinked a bit as he heard the phone begin to ring. He smiled for a moment, knowing it was one of his friends. He only gave out the number to only a few people, so he tried to narrow it down as he picked up the cordless receiver. He placed it to his ear and smiled a bit, as if he were talking to the person face to face. "Moshi Moshi. Jounouchi speaking."
His eyes softened and closed his eyes, knowing very well who it was on the other end "Ahh, Yugi. Hai, I just got the last of it at my old man's place. I just still can't believe that he is letting me do this. I'm so happy that he has gotten a bit better too. He's drinking less." Jounouchi chuckled a bit. He was telling the truth. His father was indeed getting better. He had been going to support groups and everything else to try to steadily improve, and to the point where he had a life again. he walked around his marble countertop slowly, admiring the wonderful look it gave the apartment, as if he was in a rich home. He felt very much alive, more alive than he did living with his father. He felt as though, he was living in paradise.
He walked over to his sofa and laid on it. He stared up at the ceiling and smiled, hearing Yugi's words. "Hai. I did my homework too Yugi. It may have been a little hard, but I managed to do it." He smiled as he continued to talk to the other for a while longer.
Jounouchi had been talking to the other more than usual. Ever since Yugi's other self, Pharaoh Atemu, left them to finally rest in peace with his friends and family, Yugi's been talking to the blonde more and more. Jounouchi didn't mind really. He cared too much about Yugi to make him feel lonely. He just couldn't imagine feeling what Yugi was feeling now. It must feel as though you lost the most important person in your life; the one you wished hadn't left. The one person that you admired and looked up to, suddenly left you, I guess you would feel lonely and find someone else to look up to.
After conversing with Yugi for a while, he sighed a bit as he looked at the clock. "Gomen. I have to let you go now Yugi. I need my sleep to try to fix this place up to my liking tomorrow." He blinked and laughed as he heard the words from the other end of the phone. "Yes of course you can help if you want to. I don't mind. Well, Night." he pushed the off button on his phone and smiled to himself. "He tries to keep his mind occupied a lot lately. He must still be saddened by the loss of Pharaoh." he sighed as he stood up and stretched out, hearing the sound of the tick-tocking of his clock hanging on the wall. He stared at the clock, seeing that the time was a little past 11 at night. Jounouchi took a deep and heavy sigh before trudging into his bedroom. He stared at the huge bed calling out to him. He walked a few more feet and fell onto the bed. The smell of the new blue sheets and pillowcases filled his sense of smell, making him more tired and happy to be in a bed. He covered himself up with his big fluffy blue, purple and white pladed quilt, curling up as he started to doze off peacefully into his dreams...
Within the spirit of the ancient Egyptian era, a certain Pharaoh, which looked almost liked Yugi without the tan, sat on his throne while watching a festive activity of the other spirits dancing and enjoying their eternal rest. However, he didn't quite feel satisfied. After many moons within this spirit world, he was still craving for something. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, the dancers not amusing him or having him forget his troubles. Siamun, Pharaoh's advisor noticed his change of moods after the first month the Pharaoh returned to them to move on. He walked up to the Pharaoh's throne and whispered in his ear. "Something troubling you, My Pharaoh?"
The multi-colored-haired man blinked out of his thoughts and looked to side to notice his advisor. "Siamun...I am sorry. I guess I am just, weary." was all that he could reply before gazing at the dancers once more. Their hips swayed slowly as their festive clothes and ribbons moved around them, as if they were dancing with the girls themselves. Their silk fabric swaying around their bodies, making their skin look as it if were pink from the transparency. It was slightly fascinating to the Pharaoh, but not so much as to ease his worries. "I also have a lot on my mind, I suppose"
Siamun sighed and stared at him. "My Pharaoh, it seems as though you are troubled by something. I do not think that it is weariness at all. Please, if you need anything, just ask My Pharaoh, and I shall happily oblige to the command. After-all, I am here to serve you, even here, within the spirit world."
Pharaoh Atem blinked at the other, trying his best put on the best false smile he could muster up with. It seemed to work as the advisor quickly hurried off towards the dancing girls, to dance between them. 'Even as this ancestor form of Siamun, he is still a lecherous old man...just like Aibou--' he blinked as he was thinking about his Aibou and the world he resided in. The thought of Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda, Aibou, Otogi, Seto, and the other friends that he grew to like so much came flooding back to him in an instant. He held his head and closed his eyes. 'I..I can't go back there--I just can't.'
He forced his mind to forget about his modern life. To forget about anything that had to deal with the modern world. However, the more he forgot, the more he recalled his duels at Duelist Kingdom, to meeting Otogi and experiencing Dungeon Dice Monsters for the first time, Then dealing with Battle City with the great Seto Kaiba, the wanna be Pharaoh of the twenty-first century. His mind flooded to the battles with Noah in the Virtual World, to the great battle withDartz and the city of Atlantis, then to the KC Grand Prix. The thoughts of all of his friends that he made along the way during these duels and trips to America and Egypt. 'Maybe it would have been best if I were to forget these memories. I feel that this place isn't paradise, but rather, a place where I am tortured to want to stay alive and be with those in the modern world. I just feel that I am not really resting in peace..' He blinked a moment before standing up off of his royal throne. He noticed his father now walking within the chambers, seeing the face of his son as well as Siamun, which was surprising he would even notice such a thing when surrounded by the elegant and gorgeous dancers. Without any words to say, the Pharaoh walked down the steps of his throne area, walking towards the exit of the royal chambers.
"My son. What are you planning on doing?" His father spoke to him after when The young Pharaoh passed.
Atemu didn't turn back around to see his father's gaze. He stared ahead at the torched-lit corridor, sighing some before speaking. "I must speak with Mother." was all he said before walking into the hallway.
Siamun walked up beside the former Pharaoh , looking up at him. " Akhenamkhanen, does he mean he is going to--"
"He is going to speak to Hathor." Akhenamkhanen interrupted as he just stared at the direction his son took, his son's cape the last thing he seen before he disappeared into the darkened corridor. 'What are you hoping to achieve when doing this My Son..?'
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