SEQ CHAPTER h r 1Lady: Someone remind me to thank D.M.L.
Seto: Why would that be?
Lady: Because she finally got me to do something with an Idea I've had for a while.
Joey: Which is?
Lady: You'll have to do disclaimers.
Joey: whines But I don't wanna!
Isis: To bad Wheeler.
Seto: ACK! What's she doing here!?
Lady: She part of the story.
Seto: -- dear lord...
Lady: Oh get over it.
Seto: But I don't want to.
Isis: I predict pain in your future Kaiba.
Seto: huh?
Lady: hits Seto with kendo stick Quit whining.
Seto: Itia!
Lady: Isis, if you would please?
Isis: Certainly. Lady Date doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. She has very little money so suing wouldn't get you much.
Lady: Thank you. Story...er prolog
Curse of Sehkmet
Prolog
Atem glared at the she-demon in front of him. Her lion-like body gleamed in the firelight. Her black eyes held more venom then her teeth. She was the evil goddess Sehkmet.
"Why are you here, demon?" Spat his high priest. "For what purpose does a foul creature, such as you, bring herself here?" Atem silenced him with a raised hand.
"Let her speak, she is a guest and should be treated as such." Atem spoke solemnly. He met his priest's stunned gaze, and nodded. The priest merely crossed his arms and turned back to Sehkmet.
"I have come with only one purpose," she pulled a dagger from its sheath. "To kill the one who stole the throne from me and my children!" She lunged at Atem, knocking him to the floor. They wrestled on the floor until Sehkmet had him pinned him down, one hand on his throat, the other holding the dagger above his head. Atem tried to pry the hand from his throat, and keep the armed away by holding her wrist. Seeing an opportunity, he got his legs under Sehkmet's body and kicked her, with all his force away from her. Guards rushed at her and restrained her, as his high priest helped him to his feet.
"Are you all right your highness?" he asked, worry clearly in the storm blue eyes.
"I am fine Seth, for once I am thankful for my small size." He smiles, half-heartedly. He became solemn when his daze fell on the struggling demon.
"What shall we do with her, you majesty?" Asked one of the many guards restraining her.
"Get her out of here at once!" Barked Seth. He would not let his cousin's life be endangered by keeping her in the palace. Seth looked at Atem, he was still panting from the ordeal. No, she defiantly would not stay in the palace.
"You have not seen the last of me, Pharaoh Atem!" she shouted at guards put her in chains and towed her away. "I will return to take your life!" Atem leaned against his cousin for support once she was gone.
"Come Atem, you must rest," Ishizu, places a hand on her pharaoh's shoulder. "One should be in bed and under guard after such an attack."
"I do not doubt that she will be back," Seth stated after taking his cousin in his arms. Fortunately, Seth's size and Ishizu's reasoning left him in no position to protest.
Several Seasons later
Most have forgotten about the threat of Goddess Sehkmet against their Pharaoh's life. The pharaoh himself was now more concerned with a possible civil war than a threat against his own life. He was currently passing the floor of his chamber anxiously. Seth watched on in amusement and concern.
"If you keep on like that, you'll wear a hole in the floor," he said bemused.
"How dare that tomb robber desecrate my father's tomb?! Is nothing sacred anymore?!" Atem ranted, more to himself than his cousin. Seth sighed, and finally stood. He grabbed his cousin by the shoulder and made him face him.
"I understand how you feel Atem," He started of slowly. "He was my uncle. It does no good to let it consume you like this. That tomb robber will be caught. Just give it time," he knew Atem was about to cry, so he took his smaller and younger cousin into his arms. Atem sobbed in defeat, clutching his cousin's robes.
"Why did I have to become the pharaoh? I did not wish it!" Seth stroked Atem's hair and shushed him, rocking back and forth. He was the only person allowed to see Atem like this. It was his right as family, friend, and lover. He tilted Atem's head up and licked away his tears to calm him. "I can't take it anymore. I would rather be dead than be a pharaoh any longer," he said weakly against Seth's chest. Seth was about to answer when there was a low voice from a dark corner in the room.
"Allow me to grant you your wish, pharaoh Atem," Sehkmet stepped out of the shadows her dagger in hand. She threw out her hand and Seth was slammed against the far wall, leaving Atem open to her assault.
"SETH!" He rushed to his cousin's aid only to be cut off by Sehkmet. "How did you get in here?" He hissed.
"The little tomb raider provided an adequate distraction." She brought the blade up and sliced though Atem's robes. He backed away from her, only to trip over a pillow. He scurried backwards, only to have his back against his bed. "Time to die Pharaoh!" She slammed the dagger down only to puncture something else.
Seth Body quivered in pain. He hovered over Atem protectively. "My spell book is under the bed retrieve it quickly!" He winced as Sehkmet pulled the knife from his flesh.
"Stand aside priest, my dealing is with the pharaoh not you!" She hissed. Seth stood firm, his chestnut bangs bellowing and the millennium eye(1) appearing on his forehead.
"To deal with the pharaoh is to deal with me!" Atem handed him his spell book. He held out his hand, his palm vertical with his middle and index fingers up. He began to mutter a spell in a language long since dead. Sehkmet found herself being surrounded by swirls of dust. The whole room had become a vacuum, papyrus, pillows and other small items were flying every which way, eventually getting sucked into the whirlwind. Atem clung to one of the post of his bed, it was all he could do not to get sucked into the vortex. Seth stood steadfast, still speaking the spell even as his robes threatened to rip away from his body. Sehkmet started to shriek.
"No!" She howled. "I will not go with out a price!" She plucked one of her whiskers and threw it at Seth. He only flinched as it pierced his skin before disappearing. She laughed cruelly. "I just made sure that this will not be the last time you see me, pharaoh! On that you can count!" She continued to laugh until her was sucked into the vortex. The whirling stopped and Seth collapsed onto forward when Atem caught him.
"Seth!" Atem hugged his friend's head to his chest. Atem stared at his eyes for a moment. They were darker, whether from spell or curse he did not know.
"Take heart cousin, I am alright save for the wound in my side, "he smiled reassuringly. Both their eyes turned toward the spot where the vortex had been. Getting up, Atem slowly made his was toward the mask, only to have it growl viciously at him. "Leave it be." Seth sat up and held his wound. "We'll move you to a different room until it can be taken out and then we'll bury it in the middle of the desert." His voice was sharper and harsher then usual. But Atem didn't notice. He was too concerned for his cousin. He had no idea that those subtle changes in his cousin marked the end of his rein as Pharaoh.
5'000 years later
Dr. Solomon Moto, his grandson Yugi, and nine of his grandson's friend stood outside the ruins of an ancient palace. It's once beautiful walls were now dull and eroded. Where once stood a mighty statue of Ra, now stood only a pile of rubble. Surprisingly, the lush gardens were still there, though not as neatly as well kept as it used to be. It was in these ruins that Yami felt most at home. For him each corner, each spot held a long cherished memory from his past. He sighed happy and stood still a moment to bask in the memories.
"Don't get lost Yami," his light's grandfather called. "Stick close to one another, Isis and I have some work to do." With that the old man and the Egyptian woman walked over to the camp not far off. Yami smile and turned to his hikari who was tugging on his sleeve.
"Are you alright Yami?" Yugi asked. Yami smiled and nodded.
"I'm fine little one just thinking," he couldn't help but be filled with joy when Yugi smiled at him brightly.
"What are the odds we'll find anything good?" Joey said cheekily. Tristan elbowed him.
"Remember, ya goof-ball, we're here for Yami." Joey just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you." It had been little over a year since Yugi let his friends know about Yami, and they didn't really seem bothered by it.
"Looks like the mutt needs obedience lessons," Seto sneered with usual sarcasm.
"You take that back, you-"
"Both of you knock it off." Mai smacked them both in the back of the head. This started a chain reaction. Joey and Mai arguing, Seto telling them to shut the hell up, Joey punching Seto for telling Mai to shut up, Mokuba kicking Joey near the crotch for hitting Seto, Tristan grabbing Mokuba before his did hit Joey in the crotch, Seto socking Tristan for touching his brother, and the cycle repeated itself from there. Yami Bakura sat on the side lines laughing his ass off, was smacked by Bakura, who hid behind Yugi, who then had to keep the pissed off yami from killing his smaller light. Tea had wondered off somewhere, but no body really cared where. Yami only shook his head. He sometimes wondered why his hikari hung around with these people.
"Atem..." came a hushed whisper. "Atem..." He looked around for the owner of the voice no was there. He just shook his head again and went back to watching his friends. He didn't know that just one the other side of the cold doors behind him, was an evil spirit waiting to exact her revenge upon him.
#End Prolog#
1: Was it sensen eye in the Japanese? I don't remember.
Lady: What do you think?
Seto: I think you have issues
Joey: I know she has issues.
Lady: Isis?
Isis: I liked it.
Mai: So did I.
Lady: You guys might get bigger parts later. It depends on what the people say.
Isis: Review, if you please.