Okay! My first NATM fic! Plz be gentle!

Prologue

On Wednesday the museum was closed in the afternoon, the only day that it was. It was a time that Larry and the gang could regroup, for it to be as it once was. All the figures loved the extra company - "This is a hoot and a hollar, ain't it Gigantor?" Jed said, getting into the little toy car and racing off on the first day with his partner in crime - but sometimes they missed just talking amongst themselves.

Wednesday was also a day they would get new arrivals. With the bigger crowds accumulating as of late, that meant more money. More money meant that the museum was getting on the map, getting grander and more expensive exhibits. They had recently acquired some paintings of wars, landscapes, and self portraits - Which Nicky couldn't help but compare to Harry Potter on - and others. Several were hundred of thousands of dollars, so they didn't let the cavemen touch them.

They all had gotten back from the Smithsonian in once piece, but Larry couldn't shake the feeling as though they hadn't seen the last of Kahmunrah. It was the hate and anger in the eldest pharoh's eyes that held the dark-haired man in such a trance. It was as if... as if it were more than Ahkmenrah taking the throne that ticked him off. Then again, they were brothers.

"Lawrence! What'd be the matter, my lad?" Teddy asked, Texas walking along happily. Larry sprung back, unaware of his looking-off-into-the-middle-distance staring game with the wall.

"Uh... oh. Hey Teddy. What's up?" Larry said, the last thoughts stricken from his mind. Theodore looked at the wall.

"Was something on the wall, my dear boy? I'm surprised you didn't burn a hole through it by giving it such an intense glance." the past president chuckled at this, and soon did Larry.

"Yeah." he said, watching as Rex slowly walked about the museum, the miniatures chattering on the front desk, Atilla and the group telling Nicky stories in another language he didn't understand (But it was fun to watch). Columbus was talking to a man in a painting, seemingly very engrossed in their conversations. He could hear Dexter and the other animals making a loud rucus down the hall, hearing Dexters squeal in delight. Larry smiled.

"What'd be on your mind, boy? You seem very, how shall I say, distant lately." Teddy observed, watching Larry's ridgid stance.

"I dunno. Lots, ya know? I was really worried back there in D.C. I thought a few of us wouldn't make it. And I know it's stupid and all, but in a way,... Kahmunrah... I dunno. I guess it wasn't easy, ya know. Your parents fovoring another, and then giving someone you love and hate at the sametime something that was rightfully yours? I think Kah had a reason to be mad, but I just don't see why to Ahkmenrah. Misplaced hatred?" Larry questioned, looking to the wise wax figure.

"The world does move is mysterious ways. Perhaps something happened between the two?" Teddy questioned, looking back at the night guard.

"I dunno, but I'm gonna find out." he said, and made his way toward the Ancient Egypt exhibit.

"Ah, the guardian of Brookelyn. How are you today, Larry?" Ahkmenrah asked, turning back to stare at the tablet that was positioned on the carved stone face of the wall.

"Great. Nice to have your tablet back?" Larry said, standing next to the young pharoh. The king nodded.

"Indeed. So what brings you here, Larry?" he asked, turning to look at the night guard again.

"Well, ya know. Um, Kahmunrah. Why'd he look so ticked? I mean, I get about the tablet and the throne but... well... did something happen between you two?" Larry questioned, and the young emporer's eyes darkened.

"It'd be best if what happeded in the past stayed there, Mr. Daley. You'd think bad of me if I told." he said grimly, and the two stone jackals moved their heads to stare at their king and the dark-haired man.

"Dude, we're like best buds. I won't think any bad of you. I mean, you've saved my tail. Man, I can feel it. Kahmunrah... it was too easy the last time. I think he's gonna come back, man. And I need ta know if ya guys had any bad water under the bridge." Larry explained, and Ahkmenrah cocked his head to one side.

"Bad water beneith the bridge?" he question, his brown eyes confused. Larry rolled his eyes.

"Did you guys have a dispute, ya know. Anything other than the throne and tablet?" Larry explained, and enlightenment came to the kings eyes. As soon as that happened, the kings eyes turned dark again.

"Something you must know is that it was very different in Egypt thousands of years ago. My family wasn't as... perfect as everyone thought. At one point in time, Kahmunrah and I were inseprable. But things change, as did we all. We all put faulty trust in others we shouldn'tve and no trust in which we should. My past is littered by deciet, lies, betryal, love, and heartache. We cannot change the past, Mr. Daley. No matter how hard we try." the pharoh said, his eyes cast down. He fiddled with the emrald-plated gold ring.

"Trust me." Larry said, and Ahkmenrah looked at him.

"First, you need to know that I had two older brothers and a sister. Second, I died young. Third, I died by the hands of my brother. Feel free to ask questions once-"

"Kahmunrah killed you?" Larry almost screamed, trying to keep his cool.

The young king glared back. "Do you wish to hear this tale or not, guardian?" he said with a growel. Larry had never been talked to by him this way before, and he shut up as soon as the words came from his lips. Ahkmenrah sighed.

"I have more than one brother, Larry" Ahkmenrah said, sitting cross-legged on his sarcophagus.

"Now, I shall tell my tale."

To be continued...

Man, i hate it when stories say to be continued. it makes me angry. Why do i keep it? ... good question.

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~ILJA~