A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first Fan Fiction I've ever posted, so I hope everyone enjoys it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, sadly. :( Wish I did. Kazuki Takahashi owns and created Yu-Gi-Oh. I own all my OC's though. So at least I own something! *hopeful look*
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It was silent, but the rustling of robes broke the silence of the ancient tomb. A tomb that encased a great secret, a secret, and a history, Egypt dared not speak. An altar lay untouched before the form of a hooded figure.
The air was still, silent, and untouchable. Atop this altar, floating, and encased in what could only be described as a small pyramid of see through white light, was a rectangular object.
This object was covered in a beautiful, but old, purple cloth, gold border. And there, in the middle of the cloth, was a gold millennium eye. This object released a sense of beauty, but a beauty that was as old as time, and long forgotten by man.
A torch was lit with a small flame, lighting the entrance to a small corridor of steps. The ceiling was low, and looking at the hooded figure who was quite tall, it seemed impossible for the figure to have come from such a small opening.
The room itself was small, and square, barely able to hold the figure at it's full height. With steady, but gentle hands, the figure removed it's hood.
There, standing in the flickering light of the torch, stood a very handsome man. His red eyes were gentle, clashing with his tall frame, and making him seem slightly intimidating. He had long red hair, thin, and down to his lower back.
His face was angular, too perfect for a man, but the look made him look, in no way, female. This was definitely a man, and a very good looking one at that.
He was smiling softly, gently. His cloak was a dark red, the same eye upon the cloth, on the back of his cloak. The golden, millennium eye seemed to look at everything, watching the back of the man as if danger approached.
Quickly, the man raised his hands to the clothed, rectangular object. His hands slipped through the pyramid of light, and once the object was in his hands, the pyramid of white, see through light flickered, then disappeared.
He nodded, once, a quick curt nod – he acknowledged the disappearance of the pyramid of light. He was a gentle man, even to something as small as a pyramid of light.
And then he turned, facing the small corridor of steps, tucking the purple cloth, and the object wrapped inside it, into his right sleeve. Then he bent, got to his knees, and crawled through the small passage to the other side, the torch going out behind him.
He made his way, quietly, through a few more empty rooms, and a few more tight passages, torches going out as he did.
Finally, it seemed, after reaching a large spacious room, the man's journey was over. There, not too far, was the exit. Glancing out, one could see the huge sandstorm fighting outside.
Only one torch was lit in the large chamber, causing only a small patch of light to illuminate barely even half the room, but it was enough for the man in red.
He took a step toward the exit, and the storm on the other side, when a hand roughly grabbed his upper arm, and he turned his head to the side, gazing into the face of a woman.
The woman was as unearthly as the man. Her beauty higher than that of a normal woman. She had red, fire-like hair, unlike the man's that was a darker red, and flaming, searing orange-red like eyes. Her hair was twisted up into a spiky bun, making her hair look like fire.
She, too, wore a cloak, but her's had no hood, and barely covered her entire frame, small though she was. The cloak only reached the back of her knees, torn at the bottom, as if put through a shredder. Unlike her companion, her cloak was black, with no eye on the back.
Squeezing the man's arm slightly tighter, through clenched teeth, she hisses, "What took you so damn long, you idiot!?"
Blinking, the man raised his hands up in mock surrender, sweat dropping slightly. "Well, I had to navigate my way back, and those passages, well, they were small, and I'm, well, not."
Roughly letting him go, the woman placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him, still hissing through her teeth. "Navigate? It's a clear path straight through from here to there!"
A few nervous laughs made their way past the man's lips. "But the passages–"
The woman grabbed him by the collar of his cloak, causing him to emit a strangled grunt, and pulled him so his nose was pressed against hers. "So!? Your a God, act like one!"
One moment, the man, this God, was in mock surrender to the woman, and the next, she was behind his out stretched arm. His eyes bore into the shadows at the exit, his face no longer relaxed or joking. He narrowed his eyes, the woman behind him doing the same.
Everything was silent, and then two figures, also in hooded cloaks, approached from the darkness of the shadowy entrance to the pyramid.
One was tall and thin, the other was tall too, but much more muscular in build. The muscles weren't huge, or atrocious, but radiated strength, and power. The tall and thin one wore a tan-gold like cloak, with bright gold lining, and a millennium eye perched on the back.
The muscular one wore a dark blue cloak, a millennium eye upon the back of that cloak as well. The one in the blue cloak threw back his head, knocking away the hood carelessly.
This was another man, with dark blue spiky hair and a slightly brighter shade of blue for his eyes. His face was much more defined, much more manly, in a sense, than the one in red. The man in blue was smirking, his eyes dark and cloudy.
A few moments passed before the man with the gold lined cloak removed his hood with his hands. Another handsome face greeted the walls of the pyramid. He had tan-gold hair, and bright gold eyes. Unlike his companion in blue, his eyes were gentle, kind, but a darkness loomed in them.
The golden man's hair was thin, like the man in red, but reached past, down to his ankles, two thin strands hanging down in front. Golden Egyptian clasps were clamped onto the two strands of hair that hung over the golden man's shoulders.
The man in gold broke the silence. "You have it, don't you, Slifer the Sky Dragon? We don't want to hurt you."
His voice, too, was gentle, and kind, but like his eyes, a foreboding darkness made itself known in the golden man's voice.
The man in red, known as the card, Slifer the Sky Dragon, straightened his posture, and grinned. "I have not the slightest clue of what your talking about."
The golden man's smile never faded, and he didn't move. He was calm as he spoke, unwavering. "Don't play dumb, Slifer. You would not be here for any other reason."
Slifer blinked, then looked lazily around the spacious room, his gaze falling back to the two others like himself. "Oh, well, I do like the design of this room. I wonder if the decorator is still alive, maybe I could ask him if–"
The blue man had Slifer rammed into a wall before he could finish his statement. He heard the woman call his name in slight concern, but he paid no heed, and fixed the blue man before him with an icy glare. "I do so hate to be interrupted, Obelisk."
The blue man, Obelisk the Tormentor, another card, huffed at Slifer, pushing him slightly harder into the pyramid's stone wall. "And I hate bothersome traitors who–"
"Enough."
The one word from the golden man silenced both. "Obelisk, release him." Begrudgingly, Obelisk did as he was told, and moved back behind the man in gold.
The woman rushed to Slifer's side, and helped him up from the ground, to which, once on his feet, he motioned for her to stay where she was.
He and the golden man met in the middle, a hand shake away. "Slifer......I do not want to use force, so please, just hand it over."
Behind the golden man, Obelisk cracked his mighty knuckles, and grinned. Slifer kept his gaze steady on the golden man. There was no way out. If he didn't give them what they wanted, they would force it from him.
Gritting his teeth, Slifer pulled out the purple clothed object out of his left sleeve, and held it out to the golden man with bitter, cold eyes. "Take it."
The golden man smiled generously, the smile anything but kind. "I knew you would make the right choice, Slifer."
After the object was in the golden man's possession, and they were looking eye to eye once again, Slifer smiled bitterly. "Yeah, Ra, I thought you would always make the right choices too."
Finally, the Winged Dragon of Ra, smiled earnestly. There was not even a hint of darkness. "I wish it hadn't come to this either......But it has to be done, brother."
Ra moved back to Obelisk's side, the two making an unmatched pair. The fire in Obelisk's eyes died a little as he gazed at Slifer, who face had remained bitter. "Slifer."
The red eyes met his own blue. "This is the right choice. You'll know that, in time, this was right. And then, brother, we can return to the way things have always been."
And then they were gone, and softly, the bitterness drained from him, leaving only sadness, Slifer muttered to the silent pyramid, "No, Obelisk, nothing will return to what it was......"
A sudden screech made him almost face fault, and he spun to face a very angry woman. His eyes widened, his face paled, and he once again held his hands up in surrender. "Nephytys......"
This sent her into a deeper rage, and, like Obelisk had done, she rammed him into the pyramid wall. Nephytys, the card the Phoenix of Nephytys, was like a Phoenix: full of fire, and strong.
"You idiot!?" She screeched, or sort of hissed, at him. "How could you give them, that!?" She pulled him way from the wall only to shove him back into it. "You scatter brained, moronic idiot! I'm going to kill you!"
Slifer smirked, which caused Nephytys to falter in her trying to permanently bury him in the pyramid wall. After all, Slifer wasn't arrogant, and when he smirked, he was normally scheming. Nephytys narrowed her eyes warily. "Slifer....."
Slifer shook his shoulders, causing her hands to drop from him, which she crossed over her chest, still wary of him. Slifer's smirk hadn't faded. "You see, I knew they would be here, that's why we rushed to get here before they did."
Nephytys narrowed her eyes even more, and gave a curt nod. "Yes, I know that, idiot. What do you think I am, stupid like you?"
Ignoring that comment, Slifer held out his left sleeve. "I pulled it from this sleeve...."
Nephytys glowered at her companion and oldest friend. "Nor am I blind, Slifer. I saw you pull it out and give–"
He had silenced her with a wave of his left hand. Then, he held out his right, and stuck his hand into the sleeve. "But how could I pull it from the left sleeve, when I put it in my right?"
Eyes wide in disbelief, Nephytys stared at the purple cloth with a sacred treasure wrapped inside. "You.......You tricked them."
Slifer smiled nervously. "I simply made a duplicate, placed a random card into the other one, and handed it over. While, secretly, the real one was in my right sleeve."
Slifer nuzzled the purple clothed object, causing Nephytys to attempt to snatch it from him, be he placed the item back into his right sleeve. "Ah ah, Nephytys. I'll hold onto this, you get us out of this pyramid."
Grumbling about stupid red dragon Gods and their pride, Nephytys threw her head back and a large flame encased her body, before exploding into millions of tiny sparks, revealing a large, beautiful Phoenix, whose neck was bent to Slifer.
"You know, Nephytys, I really like you better in this form." Slifer smiled slyly at her, but Nephytys snorted and motioned for him to climb onto her neck.
Smiling, Slifer did so, her fire not even so much as touching him. With a large cry, Nephytys spread her wings and burst out the top of the pyramid. Slifer watched the pyramid crumble, his eyes soft. "Thank you."
Nephytys's gaze flickered back to the sky, and she couldn't help the smile that graced her features. Idiot......
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All she knew was that she had to run. She ran across sand, her bare feet making a soft padding sound as she ran. She was Egyptian, but her skin was pale white, and her eyes a crystal blue.
As she ran, her knee length black hair bellowed behind her, the wind carrying it. She wore a tan dress with gold lining, the sleeves hanging loosely on her upper arms, along with the jewelery she would not part with. She had gold wrist bands 3 inches wide hanging loosely from her wrists.
Across her neck was an Egyptian necklace, small gold strands hanging down, a small millennium eye hanging from each gold strand. Finally, across her forehead was a small, thin gold band, a silver ankh in the middle, and a sapphire millennium eye on each side.
Slowly, a crumbling pyramid came into view of the Egyptian girl, and she felt herself losing consciousness. The last thing she saw was a form flying into the sky from the crumbling pyramid before she closed her eyes and let herself fall into a deep sleep.
For a moment, everything was silent, and even the wind had stopped. Then, silently, a large white light engulfed the Egyptian girl and once it had cleared, she had disappeared, and there was no trace that she had ever been there.