SW: Hehe, I like this one.

Yugi: Why? It has a sad ending.

SW: You don't know that! It never really specifies what happens at the end of the song!

Anyway, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Don't Take the Girl by Tim McGraw. (Yep, I'm going to change the lyrics to match the storyline again!)

This one's puzzleshipping!

Yami's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little boy came to the front gate holdin' a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said "We can't leave him behind,
Son, I know you don't want him to go but someday you'll change your mind."
And Yami said, "Take Marik Ishtar, take Seto Kaiba, take my best friend Joe.
Take anybody that you want as long as he don't go,
Take anyone in the world,
Daddy please, don't take the boy."

Yami groaned as he saw a familiar form start towards him and his father. "Dad…does he really have to go?" He'd only met the boy once, but he could already tell that he got on his nerves.

"Now, Atem, there is no need to be rude. Prince Yugi is just visiting our palace and we must treat him with respect." Of course, there was a reason for Prince Yugi to be at the palace, Aknamkanon and Solomon had been talking and decided that to keep the peace between the country, his son and Solomon's grandson would marry. Yugi was brought along so that the two princes could become more familiar with each other.

"Hello, Prince Atem!" Yami held back a growl as the annoyingly happy voice carried to his ears. Not only that, but he hated it when anyone besides his father called him by his first name, he'd rather be called by his middle name, Yami.

Yugi skipped up to the father and son and bowed to the elder. "Hello, Pharaoh. You said we'd be fishing today?" He lifted his fishing pole a little higher.

"Yes, we'll be going to the Nile."

Yugi nodded happily and ran ahead, "Then let's go!"

Yami and his father followed behind at a slower pace. Yami glared at Yugi's back, but the seven-year-old boy didn't seem to notice it. Aknamkanon's mouth twitched as he relented his glare with a sigh and looked up to his father with a pleading stare. "Can't you have invited someone else? Someone I actually liked? Like Marik or my cousin, Seto? Or Joey?"

The Pharaoh chuckled and ruffled Yami's hair, much to his frustration. "Come on, Atem. He isn't that bad, why don't you catch up with him and get to know each other better?"

Even though it was in the form of a question, Yami knew he had no choice. Sighing, he ran ahead of his father to catch up to the energetic boy.

"Hey, Prince Yugi." Just because he had to talk to the boy, didn't mean that he had to sound happy about it.

"Hiya!" They walked in silence for a few minutes, and Yami was starting to find that Yugi's hyper, happy attitude was contagious. "You know, I've never actually gone fishing before."

Yami quirked an eyebrow at that. "Don't you live on an island country? How can you have never fished if you are surrounded by water?"

Yugi blushed and fidgeted, looking at Yami from the corner of his large eyes. "I don't know, Jii-chan never let me. Hey, Prince Atem-"

"Call me Yami."

"R-Right. Yami, why do you think we look so much alike?" Yugi was blushing and didn't meet Yami's eyes, instead fiddling with his fishing rod.

Yami pursed his lips, and thought about it for a minute. "We don't really look that much alike. I mean, I have red eyes and you have those pretty purple ones and you're cuter than me…" Yami trailed off and a blush flashed across his face as he realized what he had said. "I-I meant that to some people you would be cuter!"
Yugi giggled and reached over to grab Yami's hand. "Well, I think you're more handsome than me."

Aknamkanon watched the entire scene with a small smile.

Same old prince,
Same sweet boy,
Ten years down the road.
He held him tight and kissed his lips
In front of the dancers' show.
Stranger came and pulled a sword,
Grabbed him by the arm.

Said "If you do what I tell you to, there won't be any harm"
And Yami said "Take my treasure, take my gold, take my palace guards
Here's the pendant that my father gave me,
Here's my Dia Diank,
Mister give it a whirl,
But please, don't take the boy."

Yugi blushed as Yami hugged him from behind and buried his face in Yugi's neck. The man had pulled Yugi from his throne in the middle of the banquet and had dropped him onto his lap.

The man reached up and tilted Yugi's face towards him, pulling him into a kiss. Yugi gasped, and melted in Yami's arms as the man pushed his tongue past Yugi's opened mouth. Thoughts of how inappropriate this was faded, and the party around them disappeared.

Yami smirked into the kiss. Some of the dancers had been staring at his husband for a little longer than necessary and he needed to make sure that they understood that Yugi belonged to him. They had recently been married and Yami couldn't have been happier. He had had feelings for the little Japanese prince long before their engagement had been announced, and the two were in love by the time of the ceremony.

A woman's scream cut off their kiss and Yugi yelped as he was forcefully pulled from Yami's lap. A man had broken into the throne room and was now holding a sword to Yugi's throat. Yami growled and his stare turned hard as he took in the man holding his love.

Yugi whimpered and tried to pull away from the sharp edge on his neck, but that only caused him to lean into the man holding him, a position he did not, under any circumstances, want to be in. He felt a small drop of blood trail down his neck and he stared at Yami with wide eyes as the man made his demands.

"I want enough food to last a month, along with two of your fastest horses, and all the gold you have on."

The pharaoh looked around and found all of his personal guards were in a similar position to Yugi and it would take a few minutes for anyone to show up to help them. Yami stood, making sure to cover the sword he had strapped at his side. Most assumed that he was incompetent and couldn't handle himself, and that was probably exactly what that man was thinking.

Ignoring the protests from Yugi, of course he wouldn't want him to do anything that put him in danger, Yami stopped in front of the thief. He slowly moved his hands to his ears, taking off his earrings. "I will give you what you deserve if you release my beloved."

The entire court gasped as they saw Pharaoh Atem surrendering and tears fell from Yugi's eyes as Yami threw the earrings at the thief's feet, his bracelets and Dia Diank soon joining them. The man stared greedily at the jewels in front of him.

He pushed Yugi forward into Yami and took up the gold, stuffing it into his pockets. Yugi sobbed into Yami's chest, mumbling apologies, but he didn't have time for that. Someone had to get what they deserved. He gently pushed Yugi to sit down on the steps leading to the throne and turned back to the thief.

With a quick motion, Yami removed his sword from its sheath and leveled it at the stunned thief's throat. His crimson eyes flashed with anger as he stared down the criminal. "For your crimes against Egypt, you shall get what you deserve." Yugi covered his eyes with his hands as Yami brought his sword sideways before slicing it down to the stunned thief, where he fell to the floor, dead.

Yami turned to Yugi as reinforcements slowly overpowered the rest of the thief's group that had stormed the throne room and knelt in front of him. Yugi gave him a watery smile and he gently brought his hand to brush against the small wound that had been inflicted on his neck.

The boy winced, but let the pharaoh continue, wondering if he was still mad. Suddenly, Yugi was pulled into a hug and it was only when he felt Yami's body shaking did he realize that he wasn't mad, but scared.

"I thought he was going to kill you…I love you, Yugi."

"I love you, too, Yami."

Same old prince,
Same sweet boy,
Five years down the road.
There's gonna to be a little one and he says it's time to go.
Doctor says the baby's fine but you'll have to leave,
'Cause his momma's fading fast and Yami hit his knees and there he prayed
"Take the very breath you gave me,

Take the heart from my chest,
I'll gladly take his place if you'll let me,
Make this my last request,
Take me out of this world,
Ra, please, don't take the boy."

Yami paced in front of the healer's room, one tense second away from biting his nails. It was going to be ok. Seto and Joey had used this spell before, everything had gone fine for them, so there was no reason to assume anything would go wrong with Yugi.

Eight months ago, Yami and Yugi had decided they wanted to start a family and had cast shadow spell that had allowed Yugi to conceive. They had gone through every up and down in the pregnancy together, but the day had finally come for Yugi to give birth.

He jerked and stared as the door to the infirmary opened, one of Isis' assistants stepping out and wringing his hands nervously as he bowed before the Pharaoh. "My king, I have news of your husband."

"Yes? What is it?"

The servant paused for a moment and Yami felt a trickle of dread crawl down his spine and fester in his stomach. "You have a beautiful baby boy. A healthy heir. However, King Yugi…"

"Is something wrong?" Even before he answered, Yami knew the answer and he gritted his teeth against the tears that pricked his eyes.

"He is losing too much blood. Healer Isis is doing her best, of course, but there is a chance that your husband won't make it." The assistant bowed and hastily left, returning to the infirmary.

Falling to his knees, Yami bent his head in prayer. "Ra, Isis, Bes, Tawaret, please, if I have ever done anything in my reign of Pharaoh that would allow you to grant me a wish, hear this one. Even if I have to sacrifice my own soul to save Yugi's life, spare him from death. Let him see his boy grow to be strong. Please. My father taught me that a Pharaoh need never beg, but that is exactly what I am doing now, if only you won't let Yugi die."

Another servant came out of the infirmary, and Yami rose from his knees to see if there was good news, but his emotionless face gave nothing away. "My Pharaoh, your husband…"

Yami's daddy
Was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old…

SW: So that's my first installment in my new song fiction thingie. It's not really a story, but just a way to get all these ideas out of my head and onto to paper, well, not really paper, but you get it. The songs are going to be a mix of pop, rock, and country, so you don't really have to worry about knowing any songs, there will have to be at least ONE that you know.

Malik: How many more ideas do you have?

SW: *shrug* Dunno. Twenty or so.

Yugi: Twenty?!

Review please! (And I'll take requests! If I like them enough I might add them to my list!)