I know it's been a long time since I've written. I'm apologizing right now because I've had a horrible case of writer's block and hated this first chapter for weeks. Finally after getting my PDA working once again I managed to get this chapter off. This is actually the third version of this story so if you don't like it so far please tell me now. I'm have it all completed so I'm just going to put it completely up today instead of waiting a few days. Again, I'm really not a fan of this story so if you like it, please let me know. Anyway let's get this started.

I don't own Yu-gi-oh even though I'd love to. I own nothing *sobs*

Warning: Violence


Chapter One

Atemu stared at the sun before him as if it was a foreign object, and he'd never seen it before. Everything felt so strange as if he was in a dream, but that was impossible. He was fully awake and seeing the rising sun off in the distance. He could feel the warmth of the cooling sands, and the hard stone floor below him, but he couldn't shake the feeling of knowing another life. A life with someone he wished to protect. A life full of faces he could remember, but not the names to them at that moment. He sighed and moved over to the soft bed, calling him like the sandstorm that threatens his doorstep from time to time. Lying down on it, he finally remembered the names. Yugi, the one he swore to protect, surfaced in his mind. If he could remember that name and know of his adventures with the petite child, then why was he seeing Egypt as if he never left? What could be different about this time? How did he end up back here? Atemu placed his arm over his eyes. He felt fatigue and confused. The memories of a duel just finished, and he returning to the puzzle like always, but there was something more.

Atemu remembered more and more of the life he now saw as a dream. He lost the final duel against Yugi and was about to leave for the afterlife when his other half called out to him. That was when he noticed that he just couldn't simply leave. He returned to his side even if it meant an eternity stuck in the puzzle. He didn't wish to abandon his friend. Upon returning back to Japan, still locked in the puzzle, both Yugi and Atemu retired for the night. When he awoke, he thought, at first, that he and Yugi accidentally switched during the night, but a desperate voice beside him alerted him to how wrong he was. He stared up into the amethyst eyes of his concerned other half.

He remembered loving the feel of a body again and not having someone in the back of his mind talking to him while they watched helplessly from the shadows. Atemu loved eating and feeling things again. Everything seemed so perfect. That was until what he thought was last night, he went to sleep in his new bedroom and woke up here in this room. Atemu sighed and decided to live out whatever this was considering that he'd been through much worse. Maybe the gods decided to send him back to his own time because he wasn't needed there or maybe this was a test to concur if he was truly worthy to live again. Either way he was determined to figure this out and return to modern day Japan just like he wanted.

Atemu moved away from the window and began to strip the heavy jewelry off his body. Even though he never minded the weight of such glamorous it seemed so tedious to have right about now. As he continued to place the jewelry in its respected places, Atemu heard a quiet voice asking for admittance into his chamber. Finding no fault in allowing this person in, he turned to the door. "Come in." An adolescent no older than seventeen harvests entered into the room. His eyes down casted with the auburn hair handing slightly in front of his face. "Do not fear you may raise your eyes," Atemu spoke softly, falling into his pharaoh form easily as if he never left. The young man lifted his deep blue eyes, causing Atemu to jerk back. "Seto," he breathed, not remembering ever seeing someone who looked like Seto Kaiba, his reincarnated advisor.

"No, my lord. My name is Seth. Please address me as you seem fit though." Seth sank into the door not wanting to be there right this second. He wanted to disobey his orders and take his chances with his master than being in the same room with the pharaoh.

"Seth, do not fear me." Atemu approached the young man. "What is it you need from me?"

Seth blushed and stammered over his words. "I have come to massage your aching body. They sent for me shortly after your return from your long during back from the front line." Atemu stared confused at him. He never remembered going into battle other than with the dark lord himself, but there were still parts of his past he didn't know about. This could have been a living memory, a dream even. His body felt sore though. He didn't see any harm in allowing the young man to accomplish his task.

Atemu walked towards the bed and stripped down to nothing as he lied down on the bed. It was easier considering that he'd already taken off his jewelry. He also didn't want to change anything in the past and knew that he wouldn't object to a massage especially after a long ride or even a battle. Seth approached the pharaoh slowly. He truly didn't want to betray his king, but he didn't wish to disobey his master either. He fought between dying by his master's hands, or dying by the guards'. Either way he knew he was going to die so why would he help someone that only wanted to harm Egypt.

Backing away from Atemu, Seth bowed his head. "My lord, please rise quickly. You are in danger."

Atemu glanced up at the man. "What do you mean?" He grabbed his clothes and placed it back on seeing the fear in Seth's eyes. "What is going on?"

Just as he asked that a group of men came filing in. The older man with dark black hair grabbed Seth and threw him over to the two muscular men standing by the door. "I'll deal with you later," he hissed before turning towards Atemu. "Hello, my pharaoh." Atemu back slowly away from the group of people, attempting not to signal his plan to grab the sword that he knew was directly behind him. He bumped into something hard and warm. The person wrapped his arms around his chest and held him firmly. "I wouldn't go for that sword, Pharaoh Atemu. Get the jewels." One of the guards by the door moved away and started to collect all the jewelry that Atemu just positioned around the room.

"What do you want?"

"I could say I want nothing but the jewels. Unfortunately that would be a lie. I wish not to be condemned by the gods for lying to my pharaoh. You have two options. One you let us walk you out and you tell you're guards you'll be return shortly, or we'll do it the hard way and you don't want to know what that is."

"Don..." Seth attempted to say, but the one holding him placed his hand over his mouth.

The leader glared at Seth. "That is twice now you've betrayed me. I'll deal with you later. Take him to the horses."

Atemu glared at the man. "If you think I'm going to go quietly, think again. I will not be you're prize."

The leader sighed and glanced at the man behind Atemu. He instantly felt the arms around his neck, cutting the air circulation off. Atemu gasped for breath as he continued to fight the obviously stronger man behind him. The world twirled and faded as his body was deprived of more and more air. Suddenly everything went dark and Atemu collapsed in the man's arms. "Stuff him in a sac and let's go."

The leader walked carefully out of the room. He didn't want to be noticed by too many guards even though they knew he was here to get food for his distraught town that was devastated in the earlier war. He managed to fool everyone so far, but he didn't want to risk anything. The three of them left the palace quickly with only one man glancing there way, but he did nothing.

The leader climbed up on the horse that Seth was currently sitting on. He grabbed his hair and pulled it back, earning a hiss of pain from the young man. "When we get home, report immediately to my chambers. I'm very displeased with you." He let Seth's hair go and pulled on the reigns to the horse taking off through the desert, racing against the rising sun. He wanted to be back at the hideout before Ra rose to his peak not only because he knew the young monarch would awaken long before then, but because his disappearance will become known around the kingdom and any person found within the vicinity of their search would be questioned.

Seth took a quick glance behind him to where the sac too large for normal food sat on a wagon. He frowned at the disgrace given to the lord of their land, but he knew better than to question his master anymore than he had. It was going to be a trying time once they reached their hideout. Unfortunately, it wasn't a long ride before they were entering into the rock entrance hidden by a sand hill several miles away from the pharaoh's lands. He jumped quickly off the horse before his master could change his mind about when and where his punishment would be. He waited inside of the room, not thrilled of how submissive he's being, but he knew not to anger his master more.

A few minutes later, the leader walked into the room, slamming the door shut. Seth stood on the other side of the elegant room in-between the large decorative golden desk and the king size red bed. "Strip and on the bed." Seth stared and shook, knowing full well what was going to happen. The leader grabbed his hair and shoved him against the wall, crushing his face against it. "Do not disobey me, boy." He tossed Seth on the bed and walked over to the desk. Choosing not to fight any longer, Seth stripped of the little clothes he had, letting the white cloth fall to the ground. He got on the bed and sat there, no longer ashamed of his nudity around the older man. "On your knees." Seth down casted his eyes and rolled over onto his knees. He felt the cold chain hooking his legs to the bed and his wrists to the headboard. A gag was shoved in his mouth as tears sprang from his eyes. He couldn't take this anymore. Everything felt so hopeless. This time he'd hope that he'd die tonight.

He heard the door open and close again before feeling two hands on his body. "Remember me, my love." Seth's blood turned cold. The leader stood back and watched as the large black haired man held Seth in place as he climbed up on the bed. He smiled evilly knowing full well how much pain this would cause his young slave. Maybe that would keep him from falling out of line for all time. He left the room just as Seth unleashed a muffled pain filled cry.

Walking down the long hallway and into the dungeon filled with little light except for the soft glow of candles lined every few feet along the wall, he approached the cell holding his main prize. The price he'd get for bring the red eyed pharaoh would be something he'd never dreamed of. Glancing at his guards, he surveyed the slouched, bruised body of the pharaoh. "What happened?"

"He attempted to escape after we dumped the sac in the cell."

"Any other damage beside the bruises on his arms?"

"No, sir,"

"Good. When Ra sets, go to my chambers and take Seth to his room. I do not want to come back from my trip into the market place to find any thing out of place. No one opens this door. No one touches the pharaoh but me. He needs to be in perfect condition to get the right place."

"Yes, sir." With that, the leader left the hideout in search of the man who's going to fetch the best price.


This isn't going to be a long story, but it'll be long enough to bring something about with it. Thank you for reading please review.

Angel Dove