Hello! I'm back with chapter 2!! I know the title is very, very weird, but I have a meaning for it!!! :D I'm soooo happy!! Especially with the reviews and with the fact that I have a meaning for the weird title. But I won't tell you yet!! :D

I hope you will enjoy chapter 2 of Iggligliot.

The Pharaoh

"Who are you?", the voice asked again. The person who asked this stood behind Yami and the young teen lay his hands on the two swords he carried against his hips. He turned around, ready to kill anyone who would dare to attack him, but he came face to face with something he would've never expected. A tanned male stood opposite of him and not just any tanned male. He was an almost exact copy of Yami self.

Ruby red eyes widened at the sight of the pale male dressed in strange clothes. He saw the two swords hanging at both hips, but he wasn't entirely sure if the pale male would use them. The desert-wind played with equal blond bangs. Those of himself and of the pale man. They had the same spikey hair, the same body and the same shocked expression on their faces. Crimson eyes suddenly narrowed and the emotion the pale man felt… He didn't know.

Yami growled at the reflection of himself. Who was this man? This tanned male who tried to impress him with only standing there in a kilt, rich jewels and sandals. Yami could see the perfect muscles and he could sense the authority this man had. The tanned male seemed to answer his growl with one of his own.

"How did you enter the palace grounds?", the man asked. Yami heard the underlying tone of an order and he smirked.

"How the hell would I know? A girl shows up in the middle of the night and says I'm not allowed to kill anymore. She sends me here!", Yami called out. The other man rose an eyebrow and laughed at him.

"Liar", he said and he watched as the other male examined him. Nobody dared to challenge the Pharaoh of Egypt and this man stood there, in his garden with two swords. He smirked, this man was no challenge to him, he could handle everything. Yami looked at the man and saw how he took his own sword in one hand. Yami took one himself as well.

"You're head will be my pet's diner", the man said and Yami smirked. With two battle-cries Yami and the other man stormed at each other. Sword against sword, ruby eyes laughing, crimson eyes hunting. Tanned hands mastered the sword well, but the male had never seen a sword like that. His sword was made of bronze, but the other's glinstered in the Egyptian sun and his own sword was cut in two easily. Yami smirked as the tanned male threw his sword away with an angered look.

"Let's make it a little bit of a battle", Yami said and he grabbed his other sword and threw it at the tanned male. The Pharaoh caught it with ease and Yami was surprised about that. For a moment the man twirled the silver-sword around before Yami attacked him again. This time it was the other male who could impress Yami with great skills. The two swords clashed together and the tanned male smirked.

"Your good", he said loudly enough to be heard. Yami smirked as well.

"So are you", he said in return and their fight began again. They were dancing with their swords, trying to hurt one another, to defeat, but it wouldn't end. Their skills were equal and their strenght as well. Yami had a few cuts and he could smell the other's blood when they faced each other once again.

"Your Highness!!", voices called out. Yami's head made a sudden contact with something of hard material. He heard the tanned male curse loudly, before he gave way to darkness.

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A calmness washed over him in his sleep. The burned feeling he had because of the sun left his body as he was laid down in shadows. A wet cloth made contact with his forehead and Yami moaned. He had a major headache and irritated he turned away from everything that tried to touch him. Hands, warm and calming, tried to touch him. Yami growled softly and moved away some more.

"Leave him", someone's voice said and Yami thanked the one who freed him of everything.

"Guard him at all time. He's our prisoner", the voice of the tanned man suddenly spoke up. Yami recognised it quickly. He didn't care about the words, only about some good sleep.

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After a few days (two, to be exact) Yami had almost tried everything to escape the room he was in. Sure, it was not the dungeon and he was happy about that, but he surely didn't want to stay here. The room was lit by candles and the room itself was large and comfortable. He knew he was a prisoner, but he didn't feel like one. His clothes were taken from him and he now wore a kilt. Just like the tanned man who had locked him away.

And there was this scent. The scent which drove him crazy. Everytime he breathed in he smelled it and he dreamed about it. A dream filled with passion, candles and that special sweet smelling scent. There was a knock on the door and Yami turned his bloodred eyes towards in. A girl came in and placed some food on the ground, before she left again. Yami groaned deeply and with great despair he lay eagle-spread upon his king-size bed. Then, suddenly, he rose up from his bed and walked over to the door. He shoved the plate with food away with his foot and knocked the door.

"What do you want?", came to voice from outside and Yami sighed softly.

"Some fun", he said softly back, "or else I'll kill myself with your weapon", Yami said. The door was opened and Yami looked at the tall male. He was slim, but his face had something that Yami didn't like. It was too… perfect. With green eyes and black hair. Yami shuddered a little bit at seeing so much things too perfect.

"My weapon? How do you intend to do that?", the man asked. Yami rolled his eyes and blamed himself for making that a habit.

"Well…", Yami started and he jumped up to let his hand come down in the crook of the other male's neck. He knocked his elbow against the guard's nose and he could feel it break. Yami knew that at this moment he didn't want to escape. He only wanted that scent, that sweet smelling scent. And it was not this guard. His left eye twitched when he found that out.

Yami grabbed the bronzen sword from the other man's hip and looked at it. At least the weapon wasn't perfect and Yami smirked. With a battle cry the other man tried to attack him, but Yami turned around, his eyes blazing fire. He extended the sword and let the man kneel down at his feet.

"Where are the chambers of the man I battled before?", Yami asked. The guard shuddered before answering.

"It's guarded heavily", he started, but Yami's eyes narrowed, "At the end of the corner turn left and it's the door with the Eye of Horus on it", the guard explained quickly, fearing his life. Yami smirked at sensing the fear and then he walked away, smelling the guard had wet his pants.

Exitement filled Yami's inner as he battled the different guards that all called for help. He jumped, slided over the floor and walked the walls as he defeated them all. He laughed at their expressions and he laughed at their blood. He ran over to the door he needed. The scent was driving him crazy, especially when he found no one in the room itself. Yami breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself. He locked the golden door and walked over to the giant bed. The scent was everywhere. It marked the bed and the air around him. But he looked around and snorted a little bit.

This room was even richer in ornament than his had been. The large bed was protected by four statues. He knew them, he had seen them before. Horus, Hathor, Isis and Osiris. They had been his brother's passion. Angered he threw away the sword he had and sat down upon the four-poster-bed. Close-by was the statue of Horus and Yami touched it's back.

"Yugi", he whispered as tears gathered in his crimson eyes and he could only think about memories. Memories of his younger brother.

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The turning of the knob at the golden door was the thing that woke him from his daydreams. Yami blinked and he could hear cursing. Only minutes had passed, but he hadn't thought that the tanned man would come to this room so soon.

"Is someone murdered?", the voice asked. Yami knew that voice. It was the tanned male.

"No sir. Just… blood. Nothing more", someone else said.

"That reliefs a lot. Now, open my door. It's locked and I want to retreat myself", the tanned male's voice said and Yami walked over to the door. He could smell two scents, one who belonged to this room. Was it the tanned man he was after? He didn't even knew the guy's name!

"Let me open it", he said after opening the door. Ruby eyes widened in slight horror at finding him in his room, but Yami pulled him inside and closed the door again. He could hear shouts about him kidnapping the Pharaoh, but Yami paid no attention to it.

"If you want to rebel against me, the Pharaoh of Egypt, you must come with better things then this!", the Pharaoh called out. Yami turned to look at him.

"Who are you?", Yami asked. The other rose an eyebrow and sighed.

"Atemu. My name is Atemu. Who are you?", the male asked. Yami couldn't help but like the baritone voice. The scent was all around him and his left eye twitched, again.

"My name is Yami. I'm back for a re-match. Last time you cheated", Yami said and Atemu chuckled. He walked off to another room and came back with the two silvery swords, Yami's swords. He gave one to Yami and then stepped back.

"Bring it on", Atemu said and Yami took the invitation to attack first. Atemu blocked his attack, but not easily. The two men were at each other, fighting and slashing with the swords. Men tried to enter Atemu's room by banging against the door, but Yami had already felt the floor twice. He never had such a strong opponent before and it made him exited.

Atemu panted. Blood seeped through cuts, but he smirked. His whole boring life as a Pharaoh he had waited for someone who could handle him, who could be a challenger and now, when he was eighteen, he had found him. The man who was strong enough. Yami smirked as well and deep inside, Atemu felt he liked the other male. For the force of life that radiated from the other's body. He focused his ruby red eyes on Yami once more before attacking again.

Yami felt how the floor made contact with his body. He lost the silver sword and Atemu looked down upon him. Yami growled and then laughed. Atemu growled back at him. How dare this pale child laugh at him? Being so angered he could only feel how Yami kicked his leg, making the male fall forward. Yami felt lucky that Atemu didn't stab him to keep upright, but he didn't feel lucky when he felt Atemu's body crash down upon himself. The other sword slided over the floor, making akward sounds.

"You cheat!", Atemu called out and Yami laughed. Atemu tried to hit him, but Yami caught the offending fist and both men wrestled for a moment, but Yami was stronger at this moment and he sat down upon Atemu. The Egyptian teen snarled at him, but Yami held his hands above his head. The sweet smelling scent entered his nose and Yami bent forward, almost curiously. He nuzzled Atemu's neck and a shudder went over his back. Atemu lay still.

"Let go of me! You won", he said, trying to hit Yami with one of his legs. He tried to get out of the strong grip as Yami's nose touched him almost lovingly. The touches with Yami's nose were soft and sweet, but Atemu was scared. This man, Yami, was at an adventage. He could do nothing in this position. It reminded him of what he had seen. He had been five, but he could still hear his mother's scream in his nightmares.

"What is it about you that is so sweet?", Yami asked, but Atemu didn't answer. This was not happening, this was not real. He once again tried to get free and Yami released one hand freely. Atemu made a fist of it, but before he could use it his eyes widened in horror and pain. He cried out in anguish as two fangs pierced his skin.

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I have another warning: Don't piss Yami off, you'll get killed.
I hope there's not too much OOCness in the story. I should've warned everyone for that, I'm sorry. I hope you like the second chapter and soon the lesson will be learned!

Chapter 3: Soon to come!