Yu-Gi-Oh! Aladdin!

Summary: Yu-Gi-Oh x Aladdin x-over with a bit of a fun yaoiish twist. Stars a young thief named Bakura, and a young prince called Ryou, and a pharaoh named…ah, well, you'll see.

A/N: DON'T HIT ME! I just…I got this plotbunnie with watching Aladdin with a friend of mine, and both of us got really excited and she helped me a bit with this story (thank you, marikslildevil!) and well…we got so high on this story that I JUST HAD TO DO IT!

It won't be long, I promise. I mean, look at that. This's only four pages. Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin, or their quotes (if you watched Aladdin, you can tell what's a quote and what's not.) And I don't own the Aladdin songs, though I have altered them slightly to fit the image of Egypt.

Enjoy! I'll work on YGO: Beauty and the Beast when I watch it again! XD I need inspiration! Don't worry, I'm still working on it, and YGO-CSI, AND my PotR, AND my NK2 chapters, (which still need to be beta-read, so it's on it's way!) PLEASE DON'T THROW THINGS AT ME! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD STORY!

Enjoy!

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Chapter: Tales of the Egyptian Nights

Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place

A cloaked man stood among the rolling hill of golden sand, watching as the glowing orange sun slowly sank into the horizon. His dark attire stood out vividly against the soft light of the sun and the harsh gold of the sands; the very contrast of his dark cloak and black horse seemed to welcome the night.

Where the caravan camels roam…

The black horse snorted very quietly, impatient to get going. Yet, the magnificent black beauty stood still, obediently listening to the silent word of his master, sitting on his back.

The master lightly patted the horse's side, silently soothing him to wait.


Where it's flat and immense
And the heat is intense

The sun had finally set. Darkness sprawled out against the sky like a swarm of inky locusts, eating hungrily away at the golden mist that was once the dying rays of the sun.

The stars came out too, but they stood far away, twinkling distantly and keeping well away from the night. They didn't want to get too near either.


It's barbaric, but hey, it's home.

Now that the time was right, the master promptly yanked onto the reins. With a triumphant neigh, the horse reared back and began to gallop down onto the dunes.

The man's cloak flapped after him, flicking sharply in the already cold night.

When the wind's from the east
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down
Stop on by
Hop on carpet and fly
To another Egyptian night!

The horse sped up, and finally, both animal and master stood tall and towering on a great, silent dune.

Egyptian nights!
Like Egyptian days!
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways…!

About him, the man's cloak swirled lightly, even though the night was utterly windless.

Egyptian nights
'Neath Egyptian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes…

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The shadow didn't have to wait long. Pretty soon, along came a small, stubby little cloaked figure, dragging behind him a lumpy and rather heavy canvas bag along the sand.

The shadow watched silently as the little figure came to a stop, huddling under his tattered cloak and holding the opening of the bag in his tight and trembling hands. He gave a weak, demented giggle. It didn't sound like a giggle though. It was more of a scratchy wheeze, like some sort of bug that had been squashed and was trying to breathe.

Beneath the hood of his cloak, the towering, shadowed man peered over at the huddling figure with his dark, cold eyes.

"Do you…have it?"

The little cloaked figure gave another shuddering, wheezy giggle, and nodded shakily, like some sort of high opium addict. He looked up at the tall master on the horse, his little beady blue eyes shining with an expression of fear and breathless greed.

"I…I have it, s-sir," he chattered, gesturing to his other hand, which was stuffed in his pocket very tightly. "I—I ahh…I h-had to sl-slit a couple of throats, b-but…" He nervously ran a hand through his green, bowl-cut hair, his eyes flashing at the lumpy bag behind him. They switched from the bag to watching the man warily, like some sort of shivering, demonic bug.

If this at all upset the man, the shadow did not express it at all. Calmly, he held out his hand, but if anyone else had been there, they could've seen how the man's hand shook with fevered, eager impatience, just as greedy as the buggy little boy beneath him.

Instantly, the cloaked boy jumped back, shaking his head. "Uh uh uh!" he sniggered feebly, his sad attempt to control the situation failing horribly. "T-the treasure…AH!"

From out of nowhere, a dark, golden bird with a hawk-beak and near metallic feathers came swiftly at him, snatching his wrist and hooking a golden claw around the precious thing in his hands. The boy stumbled and fell back, mouth gaping in horror as the miniature Winged Dragon flew back to the shadowed man's shoulder, and dropped the jewel into the man's awaiting hand.

"Oh, don't be worried, Weevil," the shadow said silkily, slowly holding up the emerald scarab beetle in his fingers. "You'll get your treasure soon enough…"

Slowly, the man reached into his cloak, and pulled out a rather frightening piece of sorcery. It looked like a rod of sorts, with a capped top sprouting golden bladed wings, and a royal Eye in the middle.

Weevil choked and gaped at the Item, shivering as he accidentally bumped into the lump behind him. He gave another choked cry and turned to the shadow, who was about to tap the jeweled beetle with his Item.

The man paused slightly, and gave Weevil a small smirk from beneath his hood. "Oh don't worry," he said softly, "she won't be needing this anytime soon."

And he pressed the Eye into the beetle.

As though suddenly coming alive, the beetle glowed a bright green, and began to beat its wings furiously. It hung in the air momentarily once the man had let go, and then, without further ado, shot away into the night, leaving a ghostly, green trail.

"Quickly!" the man yelled, rearing on his horse. "Follow the trail!"

The horse instantly galloped behind it, streaking past the dunes and the sand so quickly the surroundings blurred. The poor boy Weevil barely had time to grasp onto the horse's tail before tearing behind the man, leaving the dead body behind.

"Faster!" the man demanded, kicking the horse swiftly. The horse sped up, until suddenly, the beetle split into two. Each wing and half flew around a great mountain of sand, before impaling themselves onto the head of it. The man was about to chase after them when suddenly, the earth gave a violent rumble, and the mountain of sand began to shift.

The beads of sand shifted and shivered, trickling down like salted powder as the mountain shuddered greatly and began to rear back. The mountain then grew two more hills on either of its greatest hill in the middle, and sprouted great-sanded claws from the ground. A head of a fearsome monster grew from the mountain of sand, and dropped its angular jaw and teeth. Red eyes glowed as the sand slowly calmed down, and then…silent.

Weevil, gasping and panting, fell to his knees. "Oh mighty Obelisk…"

"You fool," the shadow hissed. "This is not Obelisk! Only the Pharaoh can call out the true Obelisk! This is…" The man returned to his gaze up upon the mountainous God head. "…The Shadow of Wonders…"

The monstrous blue head of Obelisk the Egyptian god narrowed his flashing red eyes. A great roar was heard.

"WHO DISTURBS MY SLUMBER?"

Weakly, Weevil shuddered to his legs, and slid to the front of the shadowed man. The man glared down at him, and gestured impatiently for Weevil to go forwards.

Whimpering fearfully, Weevil struggled another bow. "I-It is I….W-weevil…a-a j-jewel c-collector…"

Obelisk the Shadow of Wonders looked past Weevil coldly. His great mouth moved heavily as he spoke his simple words, his voice low yet trembling greatly with his strength and immense power.

"Know this. Only one may enter here. One whose heart sparks within. The diamond in the rough."

Weevil whimpered again, and looked back at the shadowed man. Dark eyes narrowed at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" the man snapped. "Go on!"

Weakly, Weevil slowly crept towards the open, heavy mouth of Obelisk the tormentor. The God made of sand opened his mouth wider, bearing his sharp teeth. Shivering, Weevil squeezed between the rows of teeth, slowly putting a tentative foot on the descending staircase inside.

Slowly, very very slowly, he pressed a foot down on the first step. He flinched and winced.

….Nothing happened.

When he opened his eyes, Weevil gave a remarkably loud, relieved sigh. Everything was okay.

….But suddenly, a great roar was heard, and the mouth of Obelisk began to shudder in anger. Bright light shone from the insides of the God's throat, blinding Weevil and forcing him to stumble back. He tried to run when he saw the teeth descend, tried to scream as he was caught between the sharp, feet thick rows.

With a flash of light, Obelisk slammed his teeth upon Weevil, the rest of his sand-created head shattering into a mountain once more. The shadow yelled, but he was not heard as he reared back away from the light and the destruction.

"SEEK THE ONE. THE DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH…the diamond in the rough…"

The once great mighty Obelisk dissolved back into a mountainous dune, the two halves of the beetle rolling back onto the floor.

Slowly, the man regained his senses, watching the darkness of the night warily with his amethyst eyes. Before retrieving the shards of the beetle, he slowly pulled his hood back on to cover his blond hair, before tying it back on securely.

The miniature Winged Dragon of Ra on his shoulder by then had swooped up the remains, and dropped them in the shadow's awaiting hand. The shadow calmly placed them back into his cloak, along with his Rod.

"A diamond in the rough," he repeated softly, as he absently stroked his bird. "…A diamond in the rough."

He raised his head once more, and looked up into the sky. With a small smirk, he cupped his Winged Dragon's beak, and stroked it almost affectionately.

"Well, Ra-A'waan," the shadow whispered, "we'll just have to find this…. diamond in the rough."

With that said, the man slowly turned his horse away from the mountain.

A fool off his guard…
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes…

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Um…A'waan means "helper, assistant." I wanted to find an Arabic name that meant "child", cause you know, I mean….Well, okay, I couldn't named the Mini-Winged Dragon Ra-chan, no matter how much I wanted too! So now he's…"Ra-A'waan." (But I still call him Ra-chan in my heart. –sniffles- AWW! A CHIBI WINGED DRAGON OF RA! Cutesy little Ra-chan…) (Plus, I think Ra-A'waan is a cool name.)

Oh take a great big ruddy guess at who's Jafar. Oh come now, it's not that hard! Really! XD In fact, I think he makes a better Jafar than he does make a Scar…come on, guess! Guess!

Remember to READ AND REVIEW! Critique is always welcome!

Oh yeah, this was a bit of a present too…I didn't want to leave for school without something new for you guys to read. I promise when I have time, I'll work my hardest to upload PotR, YGOxCSI, YGO:Beauty and the Beast, and of course, NK2.

-AL