D.S.: Yes. Another story. But this idea just won't leave me alone and it needs to be written. I really like this one though, cause it takes place in ancient Egypt! Yay! Yeah. Everything should be pretty obvious… well not really.

I'm currently going through the 'Ryou' stage. He's just so cute and fluffy and British. I want one ToT. Oh well.

I've also been watching the Yugioh abridged series on you tube…. Its fucking amazing. :D. So yeah.

J.S.S: WE'RE HELPING WRITE THIS ONE TOO! Sorta, anyway. We're sending our D.S.: here fun little ideas to keep this one progressing. She doesn't own anything.

The Beauty of Them

Prologue

"General Marik. Wake the fuck up!" A tan, white haired man shouted after he had kicked open a flimsy wooden door.

"Akefia, shut the fuck up," Said general growled, chucking his silk pillow at the tan man.

"Marik, he's right. We have a mission today," Another white haired man though with pale skin said, stepping into the room through the now broken door.

"What is it Bakura?" Marik growled before sitting up and running a tan hand through his pristine blonde hair which stuck out in all directions uncontrollably.

"Pharaoh wants us to go into the village and get more silk and fruit, that lazy jackass," Bakura replied with a sneer.

"Figures," Marik groaned before getting up and straightening out his black leather shirt and pants. He grabbed his red cloak from a nearby chair and slipped on his leather boots. "Let's get this finished. I'm still tired,"

"Awww. And here I was hoping for a spar after words. All of us. Fight till you can't no more? Like the old times," Akefia smirked, and ruffled the two shorter boys hair. He was dressed in his usual red shirt, open to reveal his tan muscled chest, and his black leather pants with a giant golden sash.

"I'm interested," Bakura replied, cracking his knuckles. "I could use the exercise," He wore a blue cotton shirt and the same black leather pants. The leather was uniform for the three. They wore it even during the war when they were all against each other. Thank god that's over.

Marik just grunted and soon the three found themselves in a huge village.

"I'll get the fruit! You two whitey's can get the silk. Let's meet by the stage," Marik sighed before walking off. The two 'whitey's' shrugged and began wandering around for the nearest silk store. Anything red, black, purple, blue, or gold would be nice. Maybe some black leather.

By the time they had finished their errand, it was getting close to night and they had finally met by the stage when a performance was going on. It wasn't very good. Some brunet was playing some strange instrument, and he wasn't very good at it. People eventually made him get off the stage. Then the lights dimmed, and the three were confused, yet interested. A blonde boy walked on stage cloaked in a green silk cloak. He was holding a sitar. A very famous instrument in Egypt. He then cleared his throat before speaking.

"Hi, there." He had a strange accent. "Our group. The Elementals, are going to play a song and dance for you guys tonight. We hope you enjoy" He said, before backing into a corner of the stage then starting to play a melody on his sitar. He wasn't half bad. In fact, he was very good. Then a flute started playing somewhere off stage.

Then a boy cloaked in purple cloth twirled onto the stage. He was short. Very short. He was dancing very gracefully. The minute he stepped onto the stage, the three were shocked.

"Yami? Or is that Atemu?" Marik asked.

"Neither. He is shorter and his eyes are purple. I'm interested now," Bakura replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

This time a boy with white hair twirled onto the stage, his fingers gracefully slipping over the holes in his flute. He was cloaked in a dark blue with a white sash. Now Bakura was shocked.

"He looks just like us, brother!" Akefia gasped, eyeing the pale, brown eyed beauty dancing and twirling before them, all the while playing his flute perfectly.

Now the last person of their group joined them on the stage. His blonde hair and tan skin joining the two pale boys in harmonious dance. They looked so graceful.

"Marik?" Akefia asked, looking towards their blonde friend who looked a little amused.

"I think we should invite them to the palace to perform for the Pharaoh," Marik smirked before the three nodded in unison and moved closer to the stage. They let the music and the dancing entrance them. The lighting for the stage made the young boys look like pale gods. It was a while before they finished, and the entire crowd broke into cheering. The three stepped onto the stage.

"Beautiful dancers," Akefia addressed the four now congratulating each other. The four snapped their heads to his direction before bowing. So they knew who they were. Akefia chuckled. "Stand, don't worry. You're not in trouble," Yet anyway.

The four stood straight again. The two blondes looked bored. The other two looked a little nervous.

"We want you to perform in the Pharaoh's palace," Oh yes. Their faces nearly made the three drop to the ground laughing.

D.S: Longest Prologue yet. I hoped you guys liked it! I'll be updating Whoever said life was fair tomorrow. It's on my laptop. Not my home comp like this story. :D. Read and Review. Please. And J.S.S. will send you digital cookies!

J.S.S: If you don't eat them first.