Chapter 1

Many centuries later, a young man came home. He'd left that morning excited and happy...but he was now...unemployed. "Hi, Daddy!" his son called running in from the living room. He was followed by their neighbor, Solomon who often picked Heba up from school and watched him until Yami came home from the museum. "He was an angel as usual." The old man said. He noticed something. "Heba, go back to the living room a moment." The little boy did as he was told. "Yami...what's wrong?" the old man asked as Yami poured a glass of his and Heba's favorite juice. Most people thought he must have a dead wife leaving him a son to raise alone. Actually, Yami had a dead husband and was in fact the mother himself. People feared what they didn't understand and Futanaris were not common.

"I was laid down from the museum today when they just brushed away my research as an old fairy tale saying I was more important in the boiler room than anywhere else and if I wasn't happy they would let me go with a drop of a hat. I'm sorry I couldn't help you with your dream Solomon but nothing seems to work out for me." brushing back long died raven black hair braided all the way down to his thighs touching a necklace with a ruby heart an Egyptian eye engraved inside of it. his body worn and tired making him look far older than nineteen.

"You should let the blonde and red come back in." Solomon suggested. Yami smiled. "Yami," the old man said. "I... I don't know if he can help but I have an old friend named Arthur Hawkins. He lives in a mansion outside of town in the desert. I have a feeling you might find something there."

"thank you Solomon I'll go and see him later today if that alright with you?" Yami asked the old game shop keeper making his way to the kitchen and fridge to eat something light maybe a cracker or two he was already thin on the brink of looking starved but with his sallery that was all he could eat the rest went to pay for bills and toward Heba's schooling their was very little left over just enough for him to by a month's supply of black hair die having been teased about his hair from birth.

"I made burgers and hot dogs." the old man said pointing to covered plates. "And I am not leaving until they are gone." he sounded like a grandfather. He never got to be one. His daughter and her husband were killed in a wreck one rainy night. Yami was truly grateful to the old man. A picture was presented to him. It was Solomon in his younger days as an explorer. He was dressed in a black trench coat and fedora hat. Peeking from the hat was Solomon's natural hair color before it turned grey. It was the same as Yami's. "Those a* who teased me about my hair were jealous p* with no style." the old man winked. Yami couldn't help it. He gave the man the biggest hug.

In a city unreachable by plane, car, train, and even a ship, a small figure watched the sky above. He looked down at the moon bracelet at his wrist. First glance would have made the viewer think the figure was a small boy. But this would quickly change when they saw his hips, his well-formed thighs, and an a* that begged to be stroked or smacked. His kilt hid unusual physical attributes. The attributes of a male and a female. His chest was flat like a male's but the boy preferred the title of princess rather than prince. He heard a door open and watched a woman exit his father's chamber. She stopped and glanced at the princess. She bowed but as she turned...she was fuming. The princess himself turned and entered the chamber. He smiled. That woman would soon never enter here again unless to clean it. He approached the bed as maids carried soiled sheets away bowing to him and leaving. His father lay on fresh sheets. His muscled arms across his eyes. He looked bored. Yugi smirked a crouched like a lioness in the tall grass. He leapt to surprise his prey... only to be foiled and pinned to the bed under his father "now Yugi why are you trying to wake me on this beautiful day here in so I can keep my sanity from that woman?" Atem asked eyeing the bracelet his son held. "Where did you get that Yugi?"

"It was in the box you gave me. The golden one." Yugi said. Atem's eyes widened. The golden puzzle box he'd given to his son to keep him busy for the next few weeks. He'd forgotten. He must have put it there. Yugi snuggled into him. "It's my birthday in a few weeks." he reminded. The kingdom was being decorated in red, purple, and blue. His colors. The blazing sun upon every colorful banner. His father's symbol. In the sun was a moon and nestled beside it, a star. This birthday was special. A day Atem looked forward to. When all his needs would be satisfied, and he didn't have to listen... to her. He just wished... His firstborn... His queen... They were meant to share Yugi.

"Mama's coming home soon." Yugi said as if it were just a matter-of-fact thing like saying how nice the weather was.

"What? but that can't be your mother should have went to the afterlife when she fused her soul to the god stone."

"He's coming." Yugi said. "I saw it." Atem blinked. Usually, a parent would tell their child to stop being silly or that it was a dream. But Yugi was not a child and his dreams were visions. He's seen potential dangers all of which were prevented such as a child saved from choking or someone prevented from eating or drinking a possible poison. "I saw it." Yugi insisted. "He and my brother. The one who went with Mama. Do you believe me?" he asked urgently. Atem was filled with joy at the mention of his wife "what does he look like? has anything changed?"

"His hair's darker but it'll be normal again soon." Atem was confused but nodded. "Will you still love me too?" Yugi asked.

"I will always love you no matter what and now we can be a family once again just like we were meant to be." Kissing Yugi's forehead he pulled Yugi into his chest burying his face into Yugi's hair just wanting to catch a few hours of sleep he had missed from his rude awakening by his lead concubine.