Title: Unaware of Happiness

Author: Senescit

Rating: R-M

Warnings: language and some coming content

Pairings: Yami X Seto

Summary: He will bring the other toward the death. They both will fall deeply. They were supposed to fight. They were supposed to be enemies, not to fall in love with each other.

Status: 1-?

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

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Chapter 1

The perfect image of a teenager with tri-colored spiky hair was made in the mirror, sculpting his well-formed body as his crimson eyes inspected anything that might ruin his style. His bronze and strong arms were full with golden buckles that fit him perfectly. His chest showed a hard and golden necklace that covered part of it and his firm shoulders. His neck was decorated with a thin and high collar that covered most of it. His waist was hugged with a golden belt and his body was simply covered by a thing and soft, royal silk fabric that barely touched his knees. And his legs showed golden-like protectors that adjusted their way down to his ankles.

All of this was perfect, but the young boy thought of reaching more than perfection. His thoughts were soon interrupted by an annoying knock in the door.

"Come in." he said with a frustrated sigh.

An old and tall form made his way into the luxurious room, showing a sad sight but quickly hiding it as his eyes contemplated the perfection of the young prince.

"You look fabulous, my son."

"What do you expected? I have to be more than perfect for my 18th birthday." His voice sounded proud as he mentioned the number of Nile floods that he had lived.

"It's hard for me to think that you have grown this fast, my son. Ra's will is the only thing that will guide your way to your true destiny." His eyes were now dark, and his thoughts were disturbing. Yami's attention was gathered, as he heard the statement about his destiny. This was odd and strange.

"What do you mean?" he said as his curiousness was getting the best of him.

"You will find the truth soon, Hours in the nest (1), but first I want to give you this." His hand looked easily for something in a little black pocket, as this one brought with it a very thin necklace. A cartouche made with a stone, well-known as ruby, was hanging from it. The deepness color of the stone showed a barely touch of magic within it, reveling that the stone was something more than beauty.

Yami's eyes filled with curiousness as he took carefully the necklace in his hands an examined it with rareness.

"Put it on. This is very special, take it with you always and protect it as your own soul." He sounded sad but it was quickly interrupted by the teen.

"What is this, a kind of joke? What's in your mind, don't scare me, it's very beautiful indeed but a piece of stone isn't that important." He said by giving the old man a waggish look.

"I meant it Atemu! You will discover soon what all of this is about." He snapped, but the teen remained calm and with his eyes away from the one that appear to be his father.

"Don't call me that way. I'll do what you said and it may not be some kind of joke because I'm tired of them." He murmured staying in a serious tone.

"This isn't the right time for telling you this but promise me by the gods that you'll believe me."

"Whatever." he said rolling his eyes and putting the necklace on, directing his attention once more to his perfect reflection.

With a sigh, the tall man got out the room closing the door behind him as he stood quiet in the lonely corridor.

"Soon, Atemu… you will know it very soon." He murmured, and with that, he made his way through the long corridor, taking in mind of getting prepared for his son's 18th birthday.

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Long bronze fingers made their way easily in the writing, taking the long feather with ink in the tip with a professional way in their job. As a cold sapphire color shined with the candle, his sigh was completely focused on the work he was doing.

His chestnut hair fell in a part of his cold blue eyes. His complexion was bronze and fit him perfectly with some of his personality. He was tall and with a very proud posture. Ice walls covering his heart can be easily detected by a simple 'hello' but his determination and dignity were showed mostly.

A knock was heard on the door and it was slowly open by a serious man.

"Seto?" the voice of an old but respectful and cold man was heard.

With a frustrated sigh, the teen was soon in control anger by interrupting his continuous work.

"What do you want, old man?" he replied, not showing any kind of manners.

"Look," the experienced man began, ignoring his sarcastic and disrespectful son, "soon, you are going to find who you really are and I need you to be comprehensive and a little bit more open to me."

"Again with your stupid tales of destiny, haven't you found something to do since I was born? I don't have time for your little stories, I have work to do and if I remember well, you were the one that told me every day that a responsibility was taken with wisdom and you are making that an irony coming of you!" he replied without hiding any of his hate directed to his father.

"Nonsense"

"This conversation is not continuing, goodnight." He said bringing his attention, once again, to the inscriptions he was translating.

"Have it your way, but you can't decline your desti-"

"I said, goodnight!" the young man interrupted and ignoring any glare of his so called father.

The depths in the eyes of the old man weren't full of hate and bitterness but in rage and fear. No, he wasn't afraid of his son but he was afraid of what might happen to him.

An uncertain future… can't be denied nor accepted.

The man took a little pocket with a little thing in it. He then turned his eyes to the figure of his son in the candle's light. Having something in mind, he closed the door behind him and then left, leaving his son alone, like always.

He had taken every smile from his son, thinking it was the best for him in the future. He knew what was going to happen to Seto and he didn't want him to be a stupid boy that didn't know what to do, no, he wanted for him to be prepared for everything that the future would bring to him and the other one. He showed him that he didn't have to trust anyone, only because the other is an enemy, but, are we conscious of who are our enemies? Yes and no. He knew that Seto won't fall that easily in some one else trap. But he paid by making Seto a cold heartless bastard. He may have a very wealthy future but with no one by his side… no one to love.

It's already written… the future is something you can't change now… what's done is done…

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The royal family, the priests and some officials were all enjoying the well planed party. Dancers were performing their flexible styles as their dress and veils follow them slowly and making a natural ability with their similar movements. The music was calm but with certain grace in fast dancing. Most of the people were talking and drinking wine while others were just enjoying the celebration.

Dark eyes take their way to the night sky. 'Its time' his mind confirmed, as he then scanned the large room were the party was taking place, looking for some one, looking for his son. He then found the tri-color haired boy, which was taking part of a good conversation. He then approached the teen and the little group that was formed. His strong arm reached Yami's shoulder as the young teen turned his head as he crocked a bow toward the one that interrupt his discussion.

"Yami I need you to come… it's important." He said giving the people that Yami was talking to, a sight of apologize for breaking his son's word while others were hearing with interest at the boy.

"Ow… ok." He directed his gaze, once again, to the group "I'm sorry, but I need to go. Have some things to do. Enjoy the rest of my party." And with a wave he follow his father and asking himself what was so important to make his father interrupt him that abruptly.

They enter a lonely and quiet room with some furniture in it. His father closed the door and with a sigh he directed a gray sight. So soon he had to let him go but he new that Yami would refuse in some way and he trusted for his plan to work.

"What is it, father?" the young prince asked not noticing the concern face that his father was holding. He did worried about his father but most of the time he couldn't figure out what was happening to him in any important business or personal thing that he might be hiding before the eyes of his son.

"…"

"Father?" he insisted, not knowing what else to do in the moment.

A strong arm was lifted from its original position, as it was placed in front of the future pharaoh and blocking some of his view. Yami took a step back sensing the fear of what might occur then and placing his gaze toward his father as he began to talk.

"It is true that you are the future pharaoh of this reign and you have become a respectful man. I receive you and loved you like an own child… I still do, but even so… you are not my son." Yami's eyes widened as those words were staining like a blade just out of the fire. He didn't know how to react or what to say about it. He just kept listening.

"You were turn over to me by the gods, but it was just for some time and when the moment arrived, you will have to complete the destiny that you were born to." His voice was lifeless. He did not turn hi gaze toward his son's, but he was breaking from the inside knowing that he was hurting some one that he learn to love like an own child.

"… No… that's not true…"

"It is. You were like a son to your mother and to me but you were elected to destroy the future evil that might come upon us. Your destiny wouldn't be finished by your own. There is some one else you have to meet, some one that was also chosen by the gods and he is supposed to be at your side until you finish the request that was told. He might be your partner but you are not supposed to trust him… he is your enemy. He might guide you to death. Please! You are not, by the name of the gods, supposed to trust him in any way that you might think of!" he burst at that statement, wanting for his son to take the extreme care of not forgetting it.

"…That's not true! You are lying! I'm not going anywhere! I don't care a shit of what my so called destiny is about, I don't know who am I suppose to meet I just know that my life is here like the future king of Egypt and I don't know why have you told me that bullshit of finding-my-destiny stuff but I'm staying here as the true will of the gods!" he shouted at his father that seemed to knew how the reaction of his son would be.

"I'm sorry my son, but staying here will be of no use. I want so badly for you to stay here but I can't deny your destiny. You have to go… now." A glint of magic was forming in the hand placed in front of Yami but he didn't seem to notice.

"Fuck off! I already sa-" he wasn't able to finish as his voice wasn't coming out.

He tried to moved, but figured that his body wasn't responding as a pain was growing from his inside. His view had become blurred but he could make the image of some sort of magic surging from his father and entering his petite body.

The pain wasn't coming out and soon his mind was being attacked with a bigger pain than the one that his body was receiving. Confusion and hurt were being held as he felt that all was fading away from his surroundings. His mind shut down as all went black and a weak crimson glint of magic was left in the middle of darkness.

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'It will be us, not him… forever alive, forever together…'

Seto kneeled suddenly, as he clenched a hand in his chest. The pain surge as if nothing, interrupting him from continuing his work. Also, his mind left all type of information that he got in the moment as they were replace with strange images of an unknown but handsome man. It was blurry but he was able to figure an odd spiky hair style with natural shine and a pair of crimson eyes that capture his attention.

As the pain faded away, he lifted himself slowly from the floor and tried to arrange the confuse image of this unknown. Who was he? Was a question the he decide to answer. He knew, in some sort of way, that he will figure it out soon. In this night, all of it will be revealed.

He didn't know why but he felt the urge of having the sapphire amulet that his father left in his room. Seto thought that it was a strange collar made almost with clear perfection, but he wasn't aware what the stone really was.

He entered his room and took the fine necklace; as he made his way, as fast as he could, out from his home and far from it. Of course, he didn't know were the hell he was going, but he was determined to find his destination. No matter what, he will find it soon.

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Blue eyes widened as a young figure of his same age approached slowly and lifeless to him. The night covered most of the surroundings with its darkness, so he wasn't able to distinct with so many details how the other one was.

He then remembered the young man that he saw before he escaped, with no reason, from his home. It was him. The crimson eyed boy that was just few meters from him had appear in his mind and filled his thoughts with his very soul. He knew about handsomeness but the tri colored hair boy was just perfection.

His thoughts were soon disturbed as the young prince stop and left himself to stare at nothingness. He had crimson eyes that appear darker than usual but with natural depths that left anyone to stare in awe as they lost themselves in the beautiful reflection.

But it was something wrong. The boy seemed like soulless and it was a fact that Seto couldn't ignore. It was obvious that the young prince had been bewitched with dark powers by someone who didn't want him and send him far away to never return. But if that is so, why in seven heavens would anyone reject or hate him? He was, let's better said: he seemed to be some one to spend good times with.

…Or maybe he was wrong…

With a fresh wind passing by in the middle of the night, the boy's eyes appear to become to normal. But as soon the wind fade away the teen close his eyes, as his body leaned to the floor very weak.

Seto didn't think of it two times. He caught the lithe body of the gorgeous but unknown teen, as he appeared to fall in a peaceful slumber in Seto's strong arms. Yami comforted himself in the blue eyed man's chest, as this one stare at him with confusion.

He was so beautiful, so pure. His body was formed in perfection as this was traced in bronze and soft skin. His face was peaceful and even though he couldn't see his ruby eyes, he could felt their strong and imposing gaze toward others. Some golden bangs hide his front and sight as his spiky hair appearance traced up in a perfect manner. It was a strange hair-style but it seemed to fit the boy perfectly.

With a sigh, Seto leaned on a nearby tree (feeling tired), as the smaller one rested in his arms. He brought a hand and brushed some part of the fallen bangs on his face, tucking them behind the ears of the sexy stranger.

His fingers then traced down to the other's lips, as they felt the warm and soft. He brought his face, slowly, toward the other's one, as he seemed to keep his sleep for some more time. Seto wasn't aware of what he was doing but he, for sure, wasn't regretting it.

Their lips were just inches apart, as Seto decide to wait no longer. He locked his own lips with the unknown's ones, closing his eyes and enjoying everything of the other's sweet flavor. Then, for a strange reason he knew that this was totally wrong. He had just kissed some one he hasn't even talk to yet. This was wrong but also strange.

He broke the kiss, feeling relief when he saw that the other one was still sleeping. He didn't regret of kissing him, but of not being aware of his own actions. He then felt tired, as he brought himself into a peaceful dream and letting the night to hug the two of them with an all mighty protection.

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An ancient term referring to the future pharaoh or prince waiting for the throne.

Senescit: Thanks and please review!