Disclaimer: Roses are red, fresh blood is too, I no own, you no sue! (Yes, I am mentally unstable, thanks for asking) I do, however own Crystal, and I REALLY want to own Yami. (Ohhhhhh sweet Yami!) ^-^

A/N: For those of you who can't tell, this part takes place in Ancient Egypt. This is just a little bit before his seals himself into the puzzle, and all that crud happens. I have no freakin' idea how the series ends, because I'm stuck watching it on kids WB. *yells like producers can hear* AND THEY ARE SO FAR BEHIND!!!! HURRY UP ALREADY!!! *mutters* stupid people. OK, I'm good now.

Past Deceptions Prolog

Yami winced and tried not to rub his forehead. His parents had died today, and so he had been tattooed (is that how you spell it?) with the mark of Pharaoh. His sister, Crystal,

A/N I know, he doesn't have a sister, but I wanted him to have one, it's all part of the story. If you don't like it, you can flame me. No, she is not me, trying to put myself in the story. If I was going to do that, I would make her his girlfriend, not his sister. Thank you.

had been taken away at dawn, but no one had told him why. Muttering about the incopetant of sevens, he shoved open his door, and collapesed on his bed. "Unseemly for the next ruler of Egypt," came a voice from behind him. Yami didn't start. After all, he should be expected to know the voice of his own sister. He rolled over on his bed, to face her. "You try it sometime!" he laughed, and pointed the eye on his forehead "this hurts!" "You think, these," at this, she held out her hands, both were wrapped in purple velvet, "don't?" "That's not what I meant," Yami said, but he was laughing. His sister had been the one to first call him Yami, or Dark, and he, in turn, had been the first to call her Hikari, or light. The two were always together, on without the other. They shared everything, and had become closer than a spirit and it's body. Now the two of them sat on Yami's bed, talking about how much things had changed in the last few days. A servant burst in, telling Yami that he had to be present for the initiation ceremony. The sibling shared exasperated looks, then walked out to the golden hallways, chatting together like nothing was different. "Where did you go this morning?" Yami asked his golden haired sister, on a sudden whim. She looked around, trying not to meet his eyes, before she sighed. "They took me to the temple of Re to be initiated the the order of Priestess. Then they," she chocked suddenly, tears springing in her eyes, "They killed this poor man who was outside the temple at the time. His blood was used to freshen the alter, and too give me knowledge. The mans son, he started cursing, you me, and our family. He said-he said that he would make you and I suffer." Yami wanted to question her further about this, but then they were at the main hall, and he was to become the next Pharaoh. By custom, he was to stand alone in front of the "Living Gods," while they questioned him,

A/N I don't know what they really do, but this is how it happens in my world ok?!?!?

but Crystal wouldn't leave his side. It was tedious, but soon it neared the end. As soon as he was declared Pharaoh, there was a commotion from the hall. A man's voice could be heard screaming curses at the royal family, mostly Crystal. Yami felt his sister squezze his hand, before the doors burst open. A young amn stood there, dagger in hand. Before the guards could move to stop him, he threw it. He was stabbed to death before Yami could say otherwise, but that didn't matter to him. The only thing that mattered to him was the fact that the dagger had hit Crystal in the stomatch. She was bleeding, and she was rapidly turning white while the blood left her body. "Don't leave me, Crystal. Please don't!!!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face. "I'll be fine Yami. Don't worry about me. Enjoy what you have." And with that, Yami felt his sister, friend, and hikari die. Yami buried his head in his hands and sobbed.

~*~ Hours later, Yami sat on his bed. His sisters blood on his hands and robes. But he wasn't looking at that. He was looking at the dagger in his hands. His sister, his dead sister, had given it to him many years ago, and it was to small to cut much of anything, but for the vein in his wrist, it would be just fine.