Pharoah's Fate

A/N: Welcome back to the continuation of the Eternal Love series. This is the final story in this new tale of the classic story. I want to thank so many people, but I know that I am unable to due to rules this site presents for it. But all those who helped me bring Atem and Aurora together to create this story of theirs, and indirectly also helped to bring birth to my novel series in which began publication in 2007, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will tell you all this: Because of things that happened, the Spellbound series Atem and Aurora became inspiration for came to an abrupt end right after the first book was published. Book 2 which was nearly complete was lost. However, their inspiration was not lost. You will find Aurora and her friends in the new series currently in process and to be released in 2017 titled "The Eudorian Chronicles". You can find the link to the facebook page and the link to the message forum and Deviant Art Page regarding the Eudorian Chronicles on my profile page.

I am attempting to bring out every aspect that was missed in Part 1: The Beginning within this part so there will be moments in which things are explained that were not previously done. There will be added scenes, of course, as select pairings get a few more moments that were not there before. Some characters will be exploring more than they ever thought (and a father might become more than a little agitated, lol ). But I only say this to prepare for laughter and tears. This is the most dramatic sect of this story and so many chapters might not be posted right away as I want to make sure they are as close to perfect as possible to deliver everything I am trying to deliver to you.

This all said, welcome to Eternal Love Part 5: Pharaoh's Fate. I do hope that you enjoy it and the surprises that it has in store. I do not own YGO or its characters, I just enjoy bending them to my will. I do own the rights to Aurora and her friends (all non YGO characters in this series), so I can claim anything and everything regarding them. Now, I have droned on long enough, onward to the final chapter...


Chapter 1: The Dark One Returns

Zahara moaned and stirred from her sleep as she realized she was alone in her bed. It was still strange to her to be so familiar to that warmth, even more because of whom that warmth belonged to. With her mother and sister away, Zahara had taken it upon herself to remain near Ryou. She never forgot the darker spirit that made use of his body as a vessel. Even though Ryou no longer was in possession of the Millennium Ring, there was still a fear that the Dark One would find a way to return. Sitting up in her bed, she cast her gaze around her room, wondering if that day had arrived.

"Ryou?" She dared to call out his name in a voice that was barely above a whisper. She did not receive a response right away, but she finally caught movement from the sill of her window. Ryou's white blond hair shimmered in the moonlight as he turned and cast a lost look in her direction.

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, it was just something that filtered through to my dreams. It startled me," she explained as she pulled back the covers and slipped on thin robe before climbing out of bed and making her way to him. She sat down beside him and tipped her head to get a closer look at him. "Are you alright, Ryou?"

"I wish I could say that I was," he told her somberly. "Honestly, I am not sure."

"Tell me..."

Ryou looked at her, the lost look in his eyes traded for terror. "I can hear him, Zahara. I can hear him in my mind. He's angry. He's wanting back. "He's ready for the end all."

Zahara took a moment to take in his words. He is ready for the end... "You think he found a way back even without the Ring?"

"He always does... But this is different from before. It's like sheer will alone is pulling him back..."

"Possibly," she agreed softly. "The way I hear it, my mother is preparing to follow my brother back to Egypt here really soon. I would assume he would be following."

"I really wish you hadn't said that..."

"Ryou?" Zahara blinked and looked closer as his head dropped. "Please tell me you just went back to sleep while sitting up..." she muttered under her breath as she reached out to gently touch his shoulder. She gasped and hissed when his hand came up and captured her wrist.

"You could only pray to be so lucky, Precious."

"Damn..." Zahara did not even bother to try to pull back from him. Especially when she realized he had not begun to try to pull her closer to him. This fact alone confused her considering the last time they interacted. She knew he could not have forgotten.

"You are correct, Precious, I have not forgotten. But fortunately for you, I have more important matters to tend to. And those matters start tonight." He chuckled at the soft growl under her breath. "Has no one told you how sexy your growl is?"

That remark caused her to sit back abruptly which he graciously allowed her to do by releasing his grip on her. She watched him as he stood and stretched. She remained still as stone when he leaned close to her, the tip of his nose ghosting the tip of hers, his finger curled lightly under her chin.

"Don't look so insulted, my dear. That is one of the highest compliments you could receive, considering what I have learned over this time locked in the back of this vessel's mind. I see things he does not."

"Is that so?"

He grinned almost sadistically. "You really want to play that game, do you? Very well..." He leaned in closer still, his breath warm on her ear. "I happen to know that you would prefer things a little rougher from time to time... A little hair pulling, neck biting, nails dragging..."

"Stop." Zahara swallowed hard. Not in disgust, but in slight surprise in how she found her body reacting to his words. She had not realized how deep within her head he really was.

He purred triumphantly. "There is no shame in it, Precious. It's common nature. A woman likes a little of both, and quite frankly, you have to admit with Ryou here, you can easily have the best of both worlds."

Zahara gave him a shove, the force of the action backfiring as she felt herself falling off the couch. She looked up at him from her place on the floor, but to her surprise, he made no move toward her. He merely stood and watched her a moment. "What do you want?"

There was a flicker of something in his eyes that she did not quite understand, but in a blink that flicker was gone. He shook his head. "Something you can't give me. You can lead me to, but you cannot give me."

"I'll take you nowhere."

"I did not say you would take me. I merely said that you would lead me to it. Time will show you on that one. For now, I have things I must take care of before my vacation."

"Vacation?"

"Back in time of course. Next we meet, you'll be so much younger."

Zahara took a moment to ponder whether she should be offended by that remark or not, but it was a moment too long. Within a breath's time, Bakura had vaulted over the couch, lifted the window and dropped over the sill with barely a sound. She let another curse go under her breath, stood and cast a simple glamour spell to change her nightgown and robe into a pair of skinny jeans that had a strip of lace stitched into the seam along each leg, a white, off-shoulder top, and a pair of brown, suede, heeled boots. With a deep breath, she vaulted over her window sill and landed cat-like in the grass.

"Let the chase begin," she muttered as she began to follow after him in the dark. She could hear Ryou's scared voice shouting in the distance. "Keep talking, hun. I'll be there soon.

She watched the lights flicker around her as she ran. The screams had stopped which had her highly concerned. She froze at the sound of a large pipe organ that struck eerie notes at maximum volume. The tinkering of shattered glass followed and she found herself at a stop in front of an old church. She approached the door, knowing that it was not her brightest move to go after him alone, but she was not about to leave Ryou at this time of need. She entered about the time, the Dark One roared with laughter.

"You thought you could fight me? I am more powerful than you could even attempt to imagine. And now that I am back, the darkest Shadow Game in three millennia will now begin!"

"You're forgetting something, Bakura."

He spun to face her. "So you did find me. Somehow I knew you would. What could I possibly be forgetting?"

"You need all eight Millennium Items in order to exact your revenge."

"I have not forgotten. I even know exactly how to go about getting them, too."

"You are really going to go about this?"

"The Pharaoh and his people owe me this Power... My greatest vengeance..." He turned to look at her more squarely. "You can't tell me that you don't understand."

"What do you mean?"

"You lost your father due to the evil that surrounded him... Because of the evil that surrounded him, I lost my whole village, my friends, my family... All slaughtered by your father's people. And eventually that evil overtook him and forced him away from you. The difference in this match up is that you at least will be able to see your father, even in spirit. I will never again see my loved ones. I have lost everything."

Zahara stopped herself from speaking as his words sank in. She realized Bakura had never really been born evil, it was what he became after the slaughter of his people. She could not honestly tell herself that she could not see herself doing the same had she been in his shoes. She did not flinch this time when she felt him near enough to her that his fingertips grazed over her hips from behind.

"You are realizing it now, aren't you?" His voice was as smug as the kitten who had stolen the cream. "Do not make excuses for me, Precious. I make no excuses for what I do." His lips grazed over the velvet skin of her neck and she moaned softly before she could stop herself. She felt his chuckle against her skin. She cursed herself as she felt her body react to his touch. A shiver rippled through her as his fingers ghosted over her stomach in a satin touch. The excitement that coursed through her made her both angry and wanting more. Her head fell back against his shoulder and she felt the faintest touch of his teeth against her neck. "Princess, tell me I am wrong. Tell me that you are not even the slightest bit curious about this darkness..." His voice was a contented purr near her ear once again.

"Bakura..." She whispered his name, not trusting her voice to be as strong as she wished it to be. It was almost as if her body had a mind of its own and it had overrun every warning she sent to it. She closed her eyes and her hand reached up to thread her fingers in his hair. She turned her head as she felt his lips create a trial of fire from her neck to her jawline so theirs could meet.

The kiss was searingly intense, more than she ever could have imagined. Her body turned to be flush against his. They moved in unison until her back struck a nearby pillar. Her hands reached around his waist, sliding into the back pockets of his jeans and earning an amused chuckle from him as he continued to kiss her, his tongue caressing hers hungrily. He reached around to take her hands from his pockets and pinned them above her head against the pillar.

"Ah uh-uh," he murmured, his voice husky with bare control. It was taking everything he had to keep from ravishing her right then and there. He could not afford to lose control no matter how badly he wished it. He still had things to get done, and she had merely become a distraction at this point. Even more so when he felt her body slide against his and he realized how badly he really wanted to follow through. Quickly, he brought a had down to pin her hips against the pillar as well, earning a quiet whimper that made him grin.

Never in the centuries he had been within that cursed Ring had he ever thought the Pharaoh's daughter would be in his grasp. Of course it never occurred to him how badly he would come to desire her either. A part of him fought against his every urge to return to his search for the Items. A part of him only wanted to remain there with her, listening to her whimper his name and feel her fingers across his skin. He made a mental note to make sure he captured just such a moment as he forced himself to break the kiss. Breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead against hers.

" 'Kura?"

The use of the nickname caught him off guard and his body shuddered. He never would have thought that he would melt under the sound of such a nickname. The way that she said his name shook him to the very core and he suddenly found himself just cradling her. Something inside him twisted at that very moment.

I can't do this...

Zahara blinked and gingerly wrapped her arms around him at first, slowly increasing the pressure to become a full out hug. Part of her realized he had not meant for her to hear that thought. She shifted her head to give a very faint kiss. That kiss was enough to open a connection neither one had intended to open between their minds and they both gasped and pulled away from each other. Once more Zahara found herself on the floor, her fingers touching her lips. Her breaths came as gasps and her lapis blue eyes were wide.

Slowly she looked up to find Bakura slightly hunched over, one arm braced against another pillar, the back of his other hand against his mouth. Small beads of sweat glistened his brow as he tried to catch his breath. He stared at her in shock for a moment before he recovered his wits and straightened.

"I don't know what that was about, Princess... But I do know that I can't allow it to happen again. So hate to kiss and run... Really hate to kiss and run... But the Millennium Items are calling for me..."

Without another word, he turned and fled the church leaving Zahara by herself in the dark, lost in the confusion in her mind. She had heard of such connections between two people before. It allowed them to catch a glimpse into the other person's mind and see more into their thoughts. That brief connection told her more than she ever could have imagined.

And as much as it scared her a part of her shared what she found. The Dark One had returned, but he revealed a clue to unravel him that not even he had considered before. She merely feared that it would consume her in the end as well.


A/N: As I kick myself for this... but we all know that I am prone to torture and torment of my characters lol.

Welcome back, hope you enjoyed, and hope this gives you a taste of how things are about to change on this particular adventure. The ride is just beginning.

Catch you in Chapter 2 :)