AN: So! After... forever, I've finally decided (rather felt the need) to write again. In recent months, I've reconnected with my childhood love, Seto Kaiba, and my favorite pairings, Blueshipping and Mizushipping. Blah, blah, blah, I was listening to music at work today and a plot hit me and, since I've never read a fic that really has this plot, I decided I needed to write it. Because why the hell not. Every chapter will be titled after a Fall Out Boy song because I was actually listening to their whole discography when I was inspired to write this.

I know I've had a lot of requests to keep going with my other two fics, but I'm not sure I'll ever go back to them. I wrote those during a very difficult time in my life as an escape. I was in an abusive relationship and I was free when I was writing. I've no inspiration for those fics at the moment, or possibly ever again, and I apologize.

That being said, here's the prologue to my fic. It's a totally different tone this chapter than the rest. It's the only one that's going to take place or even really acknowledge the Egyptian past Seto and Kisara both share. I mainly wrote this chapter to explain how Kisara was able to be reincarnated and to put my head cannon down for why Seto now hates (dislikes?) Yugi. Also, there's like one word that explains my head cannon for Mokuba and Seto. Not really well, it's more hidden, but whatever. The prologue is a bit short, but I didn't want it too too long.

Hopefully everyone likes it! Don't forget to rate and review! Also, the fic is only T at the moment, but there's a strong possibility I'll be bumping the rating up in future chapters.


Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! All rights go to Kazuki Takahashi. I don't own the lyrics I started the chapter with either. They're owned by Fall Out Boy and their label and whatever.

Special thanks to my best friend Heather for Betaing everything. She puts up with a lot of shit from me and I love her to death.


Prologue: Alone Together

"I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm coming home
And I said I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end"

Seto didn't think he'd ever get used to the title that had fallen to him after his cousin's death. Not even thirty-four years later.

Pharaoh Seto... It just... It never sat right with him. He never had aspirations of being Pharaoh; how could he? He hadn't known he was of royal blood until... It was best not to dwell on that particular memory.

All of that had been so long ago, though it felt to the Pharaoh like yesterday. He'd tried with all of his might to live up to his Cousin's expectations, but he never felt he had. Atem was the one who should have been on the throne, not Seto. If only he could have been the one to sacrifice himself instead, then Atem would be the dying old man Seto now was.

These thoughts had festered into a deep bitterness as he aged. How could Atem have left him as Pharaoh? It wasn't fair! It wasn't his destiny! He was beloved and such by all the people, but not by the Gods. Never by the gods. How DARE Atem place him as Pharaoh!? They were unfair, unjust. They hated him. Why hadn't Atem seen that? He HATED him for not seeing the truth!

The Gods had taken his mother, his unborn brother, Kisara…

Kisara…

The old Pharaoh had broken away from his guards some hours before - something they were used to, especially as the Pharaoh aged. In all truth, they shouldn't have let him go this time. He was in failing health, the healers not giving him much longer. He was the Pharaoh though, who were they to say no? Besides, they'd always know where he was. He went where he always went… the tomb of his beloved Kisara; His tomb.

Though they'd never so much as married, Seto had insisted on the pale woman be mummified and buried in his burial chamber, the one deepest in the tomb. Nearly every day since the tomb's completion, when all his duties were done for the day, Seto would travel to the Valley to see her. However, he never went to the beautifully painted sarcophagi her body was located in. No, that was now a simple, empty vessel that had once carried her. The Pharaoh went to the large, beautiful stone tablet that displayed the powerful Ka the vessel had once carried.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon. While this Ka was powerful, it held far more importance to the elderly Pharaoh. This Ka was the only way he could still be with his Kisara.

Seto rested a wrinkled hand against the tablet, closing his tired, blue eyes. If he pretended, Seto could almost feel her heartbeat, her warmth… Her.

"I don't have much longer, my beloved Kisara." He swallowed thickly. The end was near. Too near. "Soon I'll be gone and…. You'll remain here. Your Ka will remain in this tablet. There will be no seeing you in the afterlife." A broken chuckle left him as he tilted his face upwards to look through watery eyes at the dragon. "This is the last time I'll be this close to you."

He broke, unable to catch himself as he fell to his aged knees, ornate headdress clattering to the ground as he began to cough, blood coating his hand. Damn this plague. Damn whatever was tearing him apart. He wasn't ready to go. Dying meant leaving Kisara here in this tablet for eternity. Sure, his Ba would be here, but his Ka would pass on to the afterlife, destined to be alone forever.

Seto pressed his bloodied hand to the tablet, his breathing sharp. Nothing he could do could stop his impending doom. He was the Pharaoh; he was to be one with the Gods. But… none of that sounded appealing, not without Kisara.

"I know I've said this so many times." His voice was sharp with pain, the noise like talons on the metal. He could feel it, the end coming closer. He should be in the palace, but he needed to be here. "But I'm sorry, Kisara. I'm so sorry. You should be alive. You should be here with me, holding my hand while I pass, our children around us."

A tear ran down his cheek. "And I'm sorry I'm dying before you. I just… I just….I didn't want to be alone." His eyes slipped shut as his body gave out even more, the Pharaoh collapsing to his side, unable to stop coughing now.

As he took his last, ragged breath, he could almost feel her arms around him, reaching out to hold him close. He could almost hear her whisper.

"You'll never be alone, Seto. I'm with you."

Hours later, the guards had been sent by High Priestess Mana to find Seto. It was late and he'd yet to return. They found his horse tied outside of the tomb, restless from waiting. Then, they found what they'd feared.

The Pharaoh had died.

In their haste to collect his body, the guards bumped into the tablet, causing it to rock quite dangerously as they rushed out. They wouldn't discover, until the Pharaoh's sarcophagi took its place beside Kisara's, that the table had fallen, shattering in large pieces on the stone floor. The scribes were put to work, creating an identical copy of the dragon, leaving it in the tomb days later, allowing them to finally close the doors at Pharaoh Mana's orders.

This stone was missing one thing though. This stone was missing its Ka.