Author:BradyBunch4529
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Atemu and Seto finally see what their past was like. Now they must fight to protect the one they both love.
Pairings: Atemu/Anzu/ Seto
Disclaimers: Really not mine. So I won't claim to own them.
Chapter 1: DreamsThesun was beating down hard on the sand. The small wind rippled over the dunes, blowing sand down on the group of men working. The sounds of shouts, shovels and metal clanging rang over the desert. A lizard watched lazily from under a shaded rock as the men struggled to remove the sand from around a small white stone.
The white stone flashed brilliantly in the sun. The symbol of Ra was just barely visible and seemed to taunt the men working feverishly. The stone had been discovered late this morning and had brought a frenzy of response. Slowly the beginning of a marble wall was revealed. As each new stone was revealed new symbols were brought to life. The man in charge took a deep breath and slowly began to translate the symbols.
"Here lies the most beloved of our god. She is our light and our holy messenger. May she forever be protected until her spirit once again rises and walks the earth. Til the time that she is reunited with our god, we shall protect her earthly body. All who enter without bidding shall be destroyed. Fires will rain down and the earth will swallow them." The man could feel his heart beating faster and he ignored the sweat dripping into his eyes as he squinted at the last symbols. For a moment his breath caught, "by our hand sealed for all time High Priest Seth and Pharaoh Atemu."
He took a step back, ignoring the questioning glances of the students working with him on this dig. With a wave of his hand he motioned them to keep working on clearing away the sand. Lost in thought, he slowly began to move back up hill. If what he believed was correct then within that tomb should be the wife of one of the greatest Pharaoh's. The same Pharaoh that, according to legend, put an end to the Shadow games and chained the magic away at the cost of his own life.
The man moved more quickly now, wishing to put his observations on his tape recorder. The sun was shining even more brightly now and before entering his tent, he looked back over his shoulder, delighting in the whiteness of the marble stones. He could almost imagine the awe it would have caused in the hearts of the people 5,000 years ago. She must have been greatly loved, he thought to himself as he entered his tent. I can't wait to see what her tomb is like.
Several thousand miles away a girl moved restless in her bed. Her light brown hair tangled around her face and her hands clenched in the sheets. Sweat was dampening her clothes and her legs were tangled in the sheets. Her breath came in pants and her head tossed back and forth.
The Dream:
She stared out over the expanse of the throne room. She paid no attention to the many servants or of the guards surrounding her. A cool breeze caressed her skin and lifted the edge of her dress. Absently the woman smoothed the fabric back down and continued to wait.
A small sound caused her to turn her head and a smile broke out on her face. Her pale blue eyes twinkled with laughter and love as they met the darker blue gazing at her. She spun lightly on her toes, her long legs gleaming for a moment in the sun as the long skirt flared out around her. Her hands were outstretched and open to the man moving towards her.
"Brother!" She called out and leapt into his arms. Her eyes closed as his arms wrapped around her and lifted her off of her feet.
The servants smiled at the sight of the two of them. His skin was darkened from the days in the sun and his hair had blond streaks, cut short around his face. Her arms were paler in comparison and her hair lighter, brushing almost to her knees. Her white skirt brushed against the bare skin of his legs. His hand tangled in her long hair and a sigh eased out of him.
It was good to be home.
"My queen," the man whispered as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and slowly put her from him.
The woman laughed up at him, her blue eyes twinkling up at him. "So formal my High Priest," she responded as she tucked a hand into his arm.
The man inclined his head slightly and let her draw him down the hallway. "It is only right to show proper respect for the wife of my Pharaoh."
"Oh I agree completely," the woman agreed somberly. "But the queen is also your sister so I don't think anyone would mind too much. I know that my husband does not."
The high priest made a disagreeing noise in his throat but said nothing as they continued down the marble steps to the chamber. He took in the long hair and the gold band on her head. It was ornate and yet simple at the same time. Obviously done especially for her, the symbol of the sun in the center with small flames around the edges. In the center of the sun was the symbol of Ra.
"Is that a new crown?" He questioned.
"A gift from Atemu for our anniversary," she replied. "The other crown was too heavy to wear all the time and gave me a terrible headache. Atemu had this made."
"That was nice of him," the man replied as the servants opened a door into a large room.
The woman moved ahead and the man watched as her long white skirt swirled around her. Her white dress flowed down from the ruby clasp on her shoulder. The white fabric was gathered just below her breasts and embroidered with reds and gold's, creating a sunburst that rippled down the front of the dress. Around both arms were gold bands with rubies on her the top of her hands. A necklace with rubies and pearls was nestled in the swell of her breasts.
The man couldn't help but smile at the image she portrayed. Her movements were graceful and controlled, as she led the way to the small alcove. The room opened onto the garden and sunlight spilled in. The sounds of water could be heard from the fountain placed in the garden. Several servants bowed as the two eased into the white pillows and the woman waved them off.
"We'll be fine. I wish to be alone with my brother."
"Yes my queen," the servants nodded and slipped from the room, pulling the doors closed behind them.
The guards remained at the edge of the garden and at the door; the woman shot them an annoyed glance. "I don't think they are going to go any where," the man murmured quietly.
"I know," the woman sighed. "Atemu is being very careful lately."
"As he should be," the man agreed and settled back.
"Both of you spend far too much time worrying about me. I am trained to handle attacks as well as you two."
"Hmm."
The woman just shook her head as she reached for the pitcher on the table in front of her. With a practices motion she poured the wine into the goblets and then replaced the pitcher. She handed one to the man and kept the other, settling back against the pillows. Her blue eyes traced the man's face and saw the weariness and the worry carefully hidden.
He wore the mantle of his office. The gold band around his forehead and the bands around both wrists were inscribed with his title and the god he served. His white tunic was slightly rumpled and dusty from the long trip on the road. The gold, blue and red embroidery was concealed behind the dust and fading slightly. Despite the weariness, his back was straight and his shoulders square, his muscles tensed and ready for attack. His blue eyes never remained fixed on hers for long, constantly scanning the room looking for danger.
She sighed silently. The threats had taken their toll on both her husband and her brother. Neither seemed to truly relax anymore. This latest trip had been an attempt to gather information without seeming obvious. With his position as High Priest it was easy for her brother to go out and check on the temples and the other priests. She was tempted to ask but managed to control her curiosity. He would not tell her until after he had told the Pharaoh.
Instead she leaned back and began to regale him with gossip from around the palace and the city. She amused him with tales of new help, strange requests and the women that constantly came on to her husband.
"I really don't know who to be more upset for," she told him with a laugh, leaning over to refill his goblet. "Atemu or those poor girls. Atemu always gets this panicked look on his face and the girls sob hysterically for hours after he refuses." She shook her head and turned to look out over the garden.
"I would hope your sympathy would be with me," a new voice added. This one was deep and dark, sounding tired and yet a wealth of love was in the voice.
Instantly the woman spun to look behind her, her face alive with pleasure and love. "Atemu!"
With a jerk the girl on the bed sat straight up. She was gasping for air and her blue eyes were glazed and confused. The sheen of sweat was obvious in the pale sunlight trickling in. The girl gazed around her room with uncomprehending eyes. She saw the posters of ballerinas on the walls, a teddy bear resting on top of her desk and multiple books strewn around the room.
"That was weird," the girl whispered and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She rubbed wearily at her face and slowly slid out of bed. Her legs carried her over to the window and she looked out over Tokyo. The sun was just beginning to rise over the hills in the distance, and people were just beginning to stir. She could see nothing out of the ordinary and let the curtain fall back into place.
Her blue eyes once again perused her room. The emerald green comforter was lying drunkenly on her bed, the pale green sheets were twisted and the pillows were strewn haphazardly on the bed. It was obvious that whatever sleep the girl had had not been peaceful. The deep green carpet was thick and soft under her feet and the walls were painted a deep green.
Her eyes drifted over her desk. The papers were neatly stacked and the books were in order on the shelves. The teddy bear that Yugi had won for her at the street fair two years ago was still sitting on top next to the picture of the gang. Everything was exactly the way she had left in when she had fallen asleep.
So why did she feel so out of place?
The girl shook her head and took a deep breath. She pushed her concerns to the edge of her mind and concentrated on her morning routine. Her bed was quickly made and her teddy pajama's were exchanged for her short, tank top and running shoes. The 5-mile run would clear her mind she decided as she headed into the bathroom to pull her hair back.
Within five minutes she was at the door. Her key was tucked into her shoe and her sweatband was in place around her forehead. As she opened the door and stepped out into the early morning sunshine, she was determined to ignore the dream.
Anzu was ready to face the world.
Ishizu jerked up from a sound sleep. Her eyes already opened and aware before her bedroom door opened. A male figure was thrown into shadow by the light from the window behind him.
"Did you feel it sister?" Malik's voice was soft and anxious.
"I did." Ishizu voice was calm and serene.
"Something has begun." Malik observed as he moved closer to his sister and looked down at her.
"Indeed it has, Malik." She paused for a moment and then glanced out her window. "I believe we need to contact the Pharaoh and Mr. Kaiba to let them know."
"Of course," Malik nodded and left.
The door closed with a quiet snick of sound leaving Isis alone again. Ishizu ignored her brother's leaving and continued to stare out the window. After the dark tournament without Anzu awakening, Ishizu had hoped to never have to deal with this. In some ways it would be better if the girl forgot everything and remained unaware. However, that was not to be. Ishizu moved slowly from her bed, her long white gown falling gently to the floor. Her dark black hair hung like a wave down her back and Isis paid it no mind as she moved towards the window.
Her dark gaze looked towards the rising sun and knew that there was no turning back now. With a sigh, Ishizu turned away from the window and headed for the shower. There was much to do today and no time to waste. Ishizu needed to get to Anzu as quickly as possible before something happened. She could almost wish that she were not a tomb keeper at this time. Dealing with Kaiba and the Pharaoh when they realized what was going.
And yet at the same time, it was probably be the best action. Kaiba would finally understand what was going on and why he was fighting with the Pharaoh. The Pharaoh would find another piece of the puzzle and begin to find peace. Isis couldn't help but smile at the thought. The two of them could barely handle Anzu now, what would happen when the Queen was added to the mix. Ishizu couldn't wait to find out.
The Queen was awake and the world would never be the same.
Deep within his soulroom in the Millennium Puzzle, the spirit of the Pharaoh stirred restlessly. His violet eyes stared into the darkness, his face determined as a tingle of awareness passed over him. The room was completely dark and quiet and yet it seemed that there was suddenly a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Something was coming. Yami knew that he needed to be prepared. He wondered if this new awareness would bring more of his past into the light or throw more of it into shadow. But from deep inside his chest, a new feeling began to well and his heart seemed to start beating to a new rhythm. The Pharoah may not remember his love. But the body and soul knew the embrace of its mate.
"Soon it will begin," Yami whispered to himself before closing his eyes and relaxing into the darkness.
A/N: Well there's the first chapter. What do you think? Should I continue or not? I hope you enjoyed it. If you did or if I messed something up, let me know. Just hit the review button. If you don't want to review but you read the chapter, I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to tell you a story.