Authoress Notes: Well, another story made by me! This story may suck, but hey, I try. Anyway, I was making another fanfic but this story caught on to me for a while. Plus, the chapters are short compared to the chapters that I have previously done before, though, not that short and it might go a little longer, hmm, depends on what my mood is. Also, this takes place 2 years after the original ending, so, don't flame me if it's not to your liking. I'm not up to par with original storylines as AU. I'm more comfortable in changing worlds. Anyway, on another note, this REALLY going to be up to its rating, so, if I feel if it might go beyond that, I will create an account on , okay? Enough of my babble, let's get on with the story! Please enjoy!!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I would create a sequel like this (Damn YGO GX!!!!) instead, well, for my viewing pleasure!

Pairings: AtemxAnzu and mostly everyone have moved on with one another.

Warnings: OOC-ness, mature themes, strong language… must I say more?

Plot:

A strange encounter while visiting Egypt again, erotic dreams of a certain once King of Games plague her nights, but how will she cope with it when those dreams will soon become reality? And why has he changed? How will a certain ex-pharaoh, gain the heart of the woman he has denied before? Especially if she won't give her heart back to him? Well, the once pharaoh always gets what he wants, and thanks to those dreams that will soon crumble her defenses, he will get it.

Dreams Made Flesh

By: xKuroSeraphimx

2 years since that fateful day. 2 years since everyone had decided to keep his memory alive in them and go on with their lives. 2 years since he had left them after being honorably defeated by his counterpart Yugi. 2 years… 2 years, and her heart still couldn't get itself upright again.

Well… at least what is left of it.

Mazaki Anzu raised a hand above her forehead to shield her eyes from the blazing sun that beat down on the residents of Egypt. She looked around for a Jeep nearby, and found it, Ishtar Isis waving to her. She waved back before readjusting the slightly heavy duffle bag on her shoulder before walking towards the Egyptian woman.

"Oh, it's good to see you again, Anzu." Isis welcomed warmly, giving a hug to the female brunette after she put her bag in the back.

Pulling away from her, she smiled back in return. "Good to see you too, Isis-san! How've you, Malik, and Rishid been doing?" she asked.

Isis waved a hand around before the two of them got into each front seat of the car, starting up the engine and driving away from the air station.

"Oh, it's nothing new, actually. Malik is always joining me whenever there's an expedition coming up. Or, he just goes to the tombs to research them again, despite my wishes of him not going there." She replied.

Anzu laughed softly out to the wind. She spoke, "Well, that's Malik for you I suppose?"

A soft giggle reached her ears. "I guess… But it would be better if he does listen. Ever since two years ago, he's been restless around the house…" Isis thought about what she said and took a quick glance at the brunette who still had a smile on her face, her chestnut-colored hair twirling around her because of the wind.

"Everyone has been, I guess it just shows that everyone has grown up since then." Anzu stated.

The Egyptian woman nodded slowly. Thankfully, the conversation didn't turn bad for her slip of mentioning the day of 2 years ago. But seemed to her, Anzu must've gotten over it. But something in her eyes told her differently…

Turning the topic to a more pleasant discussion, Isis spoke, "Hmm… That's true. Well, I could see that you've grown up yourself."

Anzu scratched the back of her head, though it was true. She had changed during the last few years. A bit taller in height, body too, her hair was slightly a few inches below what it once was (she just cut it recently), making her look almost the same since the old days and had already past college, even though she was just 18. The reason for that was because, since they got back from Egypt, she worked non-stop to get her mind off of what happened, which made her grades go skyrocket, making her skip a couple of grades, and passing the final year in Tokyo University. You could say she was really smart by now.

"Please, Isis-san, I haven't changed that much." She replied.

"Mm-hmm, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Anzu." Isis said playfully.

"What?? I haven't!!" came the shrill cry of protest.

"You'll be staying here for a three days? Since when were you going to tell me that?" Isis asked as she gave Rishid Anzu's duffle to put it in the guestroom, her azure eyes staring at the brunette who looked back apologetically.

"I'm sorry… I'm usually everywhere on the world, so, I don't have much time for stuff. My break is coming soon so don't worry. I just wanted to visit the Ishtar family again before I take my time on the break from my work at being a part-time dance teacher. I mostly like traveling anyway, can you blame me for wanting a sense of adventure?" Anzu said.

Isis sighed. "Well, no, I can't. But at least you visited us anyway. Life has gone on a humdrum routine for everyone." She paused, and then she asked, "By the way, why did you come here anyway? Not to be rude or anything, but why now? Has something come up?"

Anzu shook her head as a response. "No, it's just that I wanted to visit you guys again. And…" she took a long pause of silence before she said, "I wanted to see the place again, you know?"

It took a few seconds for Isis to catch on to what she meant before her mouth formed the silent 'Oh.' She bowed her head in acknowledgment. "Well, then, I hope that you enjoy your short stay here, Anzu. We really appreciate the visit."

"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Isis-san…" Anzu apologized, bowing low. The Egyptian woman waved it off, a gentle smile like a mother's on her face.

"Don't worry, dear. We all know your work ethnics. You're going to keel over soon if you don't get some rest and relaxation. Believe me, you don't want that to happen." She said with a small laugh. She quickly shot a glance at the clock before hurrying off, telling Anzu she had to go off for a meeting. Anzu put a hand on her hips while looking around the room, it was quaint, pleasant, what do you expect from the Ishtars, especially with Isis around?

The slam of a door alerted her senses and she whirled around to see Malik, a bit older looking, his shoulders more broad, taller, he looked handsome (no, not a MxA people, sorry).

"Huh, well, if it isn't Anzu. Why a sudden visit?" he asked in a deep voice than she remembered from 2 years ago.

"Oh, just a pleasant visit really, wanted to see you guys. Besides, I'm only staying here for a few, short days, so, you'll be rid of me, 'kay?" she replied with a friendly wink.

Malik continued to stare at her, before bowing his head. He spoke, "Hey, Anzu, you know… about Battle City, I'm still sorry about what happened, okay? I know you still might not have gotten over it but…"

The brunette shook her head. Tucking a lone strand of chocolate-colored hair behind her ear, Anzu said, "No, Malik, what's past is past. I haven't entirely forgiven you, but we're friends, right? It doesn't matter to me anymore, it's just… a distant memory we all have to let go."

Violet eyes stared at her curiously, surprisingly even, before they cooled down. Raking a hand through his spiky blonde hair, a smirk formed on his lips.

"I guess you could say that. Well… thanks anyway, Anzu. It's no wonder people are attracted to you…" he paused before a small blush crept up his cheeks, though, thanks to his copper skin, she didn't notice, plus, she was a few feet away from him. "Not that I mean it that way!" he added quickly.

Anzu giggled at him, knowing full well what he meant. You'd think, that after two years, he'd change more from what he was; he did, but only slightly. Then he spoke, "Well, seems you've been doing great. The only salvation I get from my boredom is going to the tombs, despite what my nee-san tells me not to. I swear, when she's angry, she gets really immature."

"Who gets really immature, huh MALIK??" asked a cold voice behind Anzu, surprising her. Malik paled, trying to get out of the place but couldn't. Great, him and his stupid mouth done it again. Isis was going to get him. Rishid stood next to a fuming Isis, an apologetic expression on his face. He turned to face Anzu and whispered quickly and quietly, "Run."

She didn't need telling twice as crashes were soon heard.

Anzu sighed, a hand on her beating heart. "No wonder Isis-san rarely gets angry… Count on Malik to raise that temper… The idiot…" she muttered.

Looking around, she found that she was in the town market, people bustling here and there, and children playing tag or board games with each other, or running around with their parents. Everything looked peaceful and in order, which was kind of a surprise, considering how her life was like with the gang. Then her mind began to wander on a particular point she hadn't visited in a long time…

"My, my, what's a young, beautiful girl like you doing here in Egypt?" an old woman's voice broke her thoughts, snapping the brunette's attention back to reality and into the blank, black stare of the short old woman's eyes.

Tilting her head, Anzu said uncertainly, "Well… just here to visit a few friends… um… I'm glad that I got to see them…"'

"Oh, I see, well, forgive this old one for being nosy, but your eyes seem to be telling me differently. Like… Hmm, bend down, child, my eyes aren't as good as they used to…" she asked softly.

Anzu looked around to see if a family member or caretaker was looking for an old woman. She didn't then she looked down at the old lady and acquiesced to her request, bending her knees.

"Hmm… Yes, well, as I was saying, your eyes tell me differently," she said, raising a small hand up and tracing Anzu's face before resting her forefinger and middle finger on Anzu's forehead. "Yes… they seemed to have lost a shine long ago… Maybe from losing a person most dear to you?"

A surprised expression appeared on the brunette's face, but the old woman's fingers still rested on her forehead. Then a small, fragile smile curved her lips, a faint glimmer in her sapphire eyes shining.

"I guess… You're very perceptive. Am I that easy to read? It's just… I never got over it. Physically yes… But mentally… I don't know. Most of my friends have moved on." She replied after a while.

"Well, maybe they are just hiding it. It is hard to lose a loved one from some unfortunate turn of events, but then again, we will all meet them one day. Just not soon. And child," Anzu perked up as she felt the old woman's fingers tracing something on her forehead, curiosity forming in her mind. "Physically, maybe… You never know, the body always craves for things they think they can never have. Mentally… dreams can become reality. Well then, I must be off, I hope that we would meet each other someday, child…" she ambled slowly, her leaning on the cane she was holding for support as she walked, cackling to herself.

Anzu stood up, utterly puzzled at what happened. She was just about to call the old woman before the wind suddenly picked up, dust forming around her. Anzu closed her eyes tightly and put her arm over her mouth and nose as it passed. She blinked, looking around.

The old woman was gone. The brunette raised a hand to her forehead, faintly feeling the old woman's fingertips slowly moving on her head. What was up with that woman? What did she mean? Dreams can become reality… the words echoed in her head, making her even more confused about the sudden events that conspired just now.

She sighed, no; it was best not to think about it. She needed rest, just like Isis said; maybe she was just imagining the whole thing. Having the sun beat down on you like that…

'I just need rest… I'm only going to be here for three days anyway… Best not think about it…'she thought, turning and walking away.

Her mind still couldn't figure out what just happened.

2 days passed, living with the Ishtars wasn't so bad… at least until Isis broke a fuse because of Malik and Anzu had to run into the guest room to avoid being in the line of fire, calmly reading a magazine while hearing shouts and Malik's screams outside the door, all the while, Rishid was saying his apologies to Malik as he was the one doing the hurting, Isis was the one commanding him.

And in the past two days, Malik showed her around some of the tombs nearby and the treasures he found. Of course, after cooling down, Isis allowed the two of them go to the ruins, only being accompanied by Rishid as a chaperone (and because he had no choice) and not to touch or damage anything in those ruins.

"She's too protective around those ruins, you know?" Malik said once while they were looking at murals on the walls, depicting old kings of Egypt and their queens. In a sudden instant, Anzu pictured herself to be one of the queens and 'he' would be her king. Good thing Malik spoke to her though, she needn't think about silly things like that. It could never happen, plus, how can it? Chances passed a long time ago. Malik spoke again, "Honestly, these tombs have been robbed anyway, what else is there to take?"

When he said that word 'robbed' it reminded her of Bakura, King of Thieves, and the deeds he had done. Though, it wasn't his fault his people of Kuru Eruna were annihilated because their blood and bodies were needed to make the Millennium Items. Then to the times she did find him doing dirty deeds that were sick to her stomach. Again, thanks to Malik showing her more drawings (Rishid following close behind), her mind was off it.

And for the past few days, her mind always wandered back to the strange encounter with the old woman, pondering over her words and actions late at night. And that lead to her sleeping in, and trying to avoid questions as to why she was acting strange.

Her nights… they were plagued by dreams… Dreams of the man who had left two years ago. Though, her dreams were a little too… shall I say, erotic? But as to why she was having these dreams now, she came up with three conclusions. One, reading too many romance novels, two, her surroundings, Egypt and everything in it, or three, the encounter with the old woman.

All these things lead to an uneasy and late sleep.

The old woman walked to a pile of rubble, leaning on her cane for support. Wiping off the sweat from her brow, she let out a relieved sigh, the grip on her cane tightened slightly.

"Awake at last, I see? Wait… oh, looks like you need an alarm clock to fully awaken, eh?" the old woman spoke to nothing, giggling softly. The cane dropped to the and as the old woman began making symbols with her hand, chanting something strange, her language ancient yet familiar. A faint, gold circle formed around her, and the rubble as they strangely began to move aside, moving with little effort, the eye of Horus on the woman's forehead. Then…

It all stopped. Everything stopped instantly.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the old woman bent slightly to pick up her cane. Faint sounds of footsteps were heard, but becoming louder and louder as it came closer and closer, till they were soft crunching sounds on the sands as black leather boots walked up to the old woman.

They stopped a few feet away from her, crimson-colored eyes narrowed into slits as they stared at the old woman. She smiled back at him, not fazed by his cold, dark aura surrounding him.

"Seems someone woke on the wrong side of the afterlife, right?" the old woman asked playfully.

A low rumble emitted from the man's throat, his crimson orbs narrowing even more so. He spoke, his voice deep and rough, "You, old woman, you woke me up. Explain." It wasn't a request or demand.

The withering old woman tilted her head, that same, playful smile on her face, making the wrinkles on her face appear more visible.

"You've changed… Is it because of your defeat by your once counterpart? Is it because you aren't restrained by his feelings anymore? And here I thought you were okay with losing to him, considering how you acted upon your defeat, "she shook her head, a cackle escaping her lips. "Or is it that… you lost something you shouldn't have? Someone you denied, but now want?"

"Keep your guesses to yourself old one. Now, explain!" he snapped, taking a step toward her as he knew what she was mentioning.

"… You want what's yours and need. I'm just here to give it to you, as thanks for what you did for Egypt." The old woman replied calmly.

A pause then, "What do you want and how do you know that?"

"I am old, it is true, the gods have condemned us to stay away from the humans. You are no exception. But you knew that, didn't you? You couldn't have her because of that, right? Well, now you can. I'm simply doing a favor for the both of you, for both of your sake's. You're not restrained anymore, you now have a body of your own, it is time you take what is yours… at least, what was once yours." She added with a sly grin.

Another growl was what she heard as a response before she felt him glide past her, a tattered cape used as a cloak to hide his form billowed behind him.

"I'll have her back. She may have been Yugi's, but he gave up on her. Dreams will haunt her, and then she'll submit." He growled.

It was a few moments after he had declared that, she spoke, "… Don't break her like you did before…"

He stopped in his tracks, a grunt escaping his lips. "I won't… Not now, not ever again. " He promised. "Dreams… I will make her dreams become flesh, reality…" he added slyly, casting a dark glance to the old woman before walking off.

"Good luck… Pharaoh…" she murmured, looking at the stars, softly praying to the gods to not try and stop what she had let loose. His existence may have been a hindrance, but then again, they were too in his eyes and now that he was back, nothing would stop him from obtaining what he wants.

Letting out a dark laugh as he walked, he had plans were steadily forming in his head. He would make sure of it, he would make sure that she was with him, in his bed, in his arms, in his life once again.

A cold smirk curved up his lips, his crimson eyes glinting madly, the moon shining brightly above.

'Dreams made flesh… I assure you, Anzu, your dreams will come to fruition…' Atem thought, letting out another laugh that echoed out into the barrens, the earth quietly shaking.

I might not have said this, but this might become darker than Dark Desires so, please bare with me people! Hope you enjoyed the chapter and if you want the next chapter, click on that button down there! Bye!!