MMMG: Hey everyone! Thanks or the nice responce for the last chapter!

Bakura: I wasn't in it!

MMMG: That's next chapter.

Bakura: Curse you!

MMMG: Why would you do that? If I'm cursed, how will I write the story? And one other thing. I'm writing this story in two 'parts' per chapter. The first part is Ryou's story, the second part is Yugi's. You'll see how it goes once you get there.

Ryou: MMMG does not own Yugioh, Disney's 'Tangled', or Disney's 'Tangled Junior Novelization'. Enjoy!

Autumn Daughter: Well, it's Ryou's turn to be a main character.

Wordsorcereress: Yes, you can hold them. That is, if you can find Atemu and Bakura and get them to let go. Yes, Yugi will have his own 'cut scenes' story. Yugi manages, he always does.

Killer-Fangirl: Yugi's story will be added. I'm not that mean.

LuvlyLadyLexi: That means I'm doing my job! Yes!

Animesaki: I never even considered Malik for that role. Nursemaid is an unknown character. I don't have a person for her, but if it being Tea makes you happy, by all means.

5500jess: Easy with the water gun. Nursemaid is an unknown character. I don't have a person for her, but if it being Tea makes you happy, by all means.

Chapter 2: When will My Life Begin?

Years passed, and Ryou grew into a wonderful young man with deep chocolate brown eyes and 70 feet of long silver hair, and some bangs that refused to grow. 70 feet of hair that could be used to swoop from the rafters in the tower and hoist his father up to the room on top of the tower.

Ryou wore it a certain way. A single braid at the base of his neck, that once reaching his waist split into two braids, and once reaching the floor, was unbraided and left hanging loose.

And despite his lonely life atop that tower, nothing could destroy his spirit.

His only friend was a Kuriboh that was named Heba. From what Ryou saw from outside his tower, this one was different than the other Kuribohs', only because this one's fur was golden instead of brown. And that made the poor thing an outcast among its kind. So Ryou took care of him and in turn, Heba helped the day go faster by playing games with the boy.

Currently, they were playing hide and seek. From one of the tower windows, Heba bounced out and hid inside a very large strawberry plant. Hoping it was enough, Heba held his breath as Ryou's footsteps came closer.

"Ha!" Ryou cried as he opened the window, not spotting Heba right away but knew he was nearby. "Hmm. Well, I guess Heba's not hiding out here..."

Ryou walked away from the window, and Heba sighed in relief. As the little Kuriboh wiped his forehead, a strand of silver hair found his left foot and pulled him out of hiding.

"Gotcha!" Ryou exclaimed as he stood in the window and counted the game of hide and seek that he had won. "That's twenty-two for me. How about twenty-three out of forty-five?"

Heba groaned. Not again. Did they really have to play again?

"Okay." Ryou sat down on the windowsill with a huff. "Well, what do you want to do?"

Heba immediately perked up and bounced to the edge of the windowsill. Pointing outside with one of his fingers, Heba cooed in delight. Glancing back, Heba saw Ryou shaking his head.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Ryou replied as he picked the golden ball up and gestured back inside the tower. "I like it in here and so do you."

As much as Ryou wanted to, he couldn't go outside without Pegasus' permission. Outside! Ryou could only imagine outside. A place filed with creatures, plants, sights, sounds, and smells he had never experienced!

Heba knew that, but didn't like it. He made that obvious as he slumped and blew Ryou a raspberry. Seriously, what was that boy so attracted to inside that place? Outside there were things to do and people to see! Or people to find.

"Oh, come on, Heba." Ryou sighed as they left the window, went back inside, and up to the rafters. "It's not so bad in there..."

Tossing his hair up to a lever, Ryou pulled down to open some shutters and let the warm sunlight into the tower. The room it's self was tall and narrow. The main level had a kitchen, a living room, a fire place, a room for Pegasus to sleep in, and the window Pegasus used to enter and exit the tower. Up a small set of wooden stairs was a loft where Ryou slept. Here he also had a box of paints, a guitar, and a little bed for Heba.

Ryou kept himself busy every day, but today was a special day, so he had to be quick and done by the time father got there.

7 AM, the usual morning lineup

Start up the chores and sweep till the floor's all clean

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up

Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15.

Next were Ryou's favorite activities. First was reading there books, one about culinary arts, which helped with is cooking, a second on geology, and his third and favorite was about botany, simply because it explained things that grew outside.

But his passion was painting. The tower's walls were covered in art. Ryou used his hair and the rafters to get to the spots he hadn't reached yet.

Later he would sit down and play his guitar. He was self-taught, but the melodies that floated form the strings were beautiful.

And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery

I'll play guitar and knit, and cook and basically

Just wonder when will my life begin?

As Ryou and Heba smelled the apple pie he pulled from the oven, Ryou noticed a chest that was accented by a couple of red curtains. He hadn't painted there yet. And he knew just what he wanted to paint as he shoved the large chest out of the way and painted the wall a dark blue color.

Taking a break, he went to his few puzzles he took apart and put back together regularly with Heba. When he started feeling pent up, they turned to playing darts. Both were fairly good shots, and kept throwing the darts at odd angles to reach the targets.

Afterwards, they moved onto arts and crafts, which ranged anywhere to candles, sewing, knitting, pottery, drawing, ventriloquy, and so few more.

Then after lunch its puzzles and darts and baking

Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a vest!

Heba couldn't help but groan as he watch Ryou do the same thing day after day after day after day! Didn't that boy ever get board? He was bound to have those book memorized by now, the walls were simply covered in art, and brushing your 70 ft. length of hair was definitely not the most interesting thing to do.

And I'll re-read the books if I have time to spare

I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere

And then I'll brush and brush and brush and then braid my hair

Stuck in the same place I've always been

And I'll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering

When will my life begin?

As his 18th birthday approached, Ryou decided that this birthday would be different. At least, he hoped so. But first he had to gather the courage to ask Pegasus for the biggest favor he could grant. Pegasus had always told Ryou that someday, when he was old enough and ready, he would be allowed to go outside.

Tomorrow night, lights will appear

Just like they do on my birthday each year

Ryou went to stand by a window so he could look at his finished painting. It was a picture of what he saw every year on his birthday from his window. The night sky with glowing lights rising to mingle with the stars. He had even added a small picture of him perched on a tree, hoping that somehow father got the message he was ready to see what life was like outside of his tower and the valley.

What is it like out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older, Father might just let me go...

Ryou nervously hoped that Father would finally allow him to go out. He had to find the source of those mysterious floating lights that appeared every year on his birthday.

Five years earlier, Egypt

Heba sighed as he tugged his long and braided golden hair after him. Such a bother, but useful. He had great aim with the strands and could easily hit/knock out people that were trying to hurt or steal from him. It also had magical properties that could heal the sick and injured.

But the problem was he couldn't cut it, or it would lose those properties. Despite the pain it was, Heba couldn't bear to cut it.

One year earlier, Heba had run away from the woman he had known his entire life; she was his master. He had done something to upset her, and was not willing to be sold to someone else. By some miracle of Ra, he had actually managed to slip away unnoticed, and stay hidden.

Speaking of hiding, that what he was trying to do now. Some royals were riding along the riverbank, and he didn't want to be noticed. Heba and his hair were quite popular, since it really was no secret about what he could do.

Watching from the bulrushes in the river, Heba had one hand on a rope of hair just in case they noticed him. But any plans he had on attacking quickly vanished from his mind.

On a large white horse was a young man who looked to be about his age. He had gravity deifying, star-shaped, tri-color hair (black, blonde, and tipped in crimson), along with lightning bolts streaks that went up his hair. His skin was tanned from the light Ra gave every single day and he had crimson eyes. His tunic was elaborately decorated, gold cuffs lay on this wrist and arms, and gold earrings hung from his ears.

Heba knew that his guy was important, probably a member of the royal family and not a visiting noble out for an excursion with the royal family. Despite his instincts warning him away, Heba couldn't stop watching the teen.

And it was a good thing. Arrows flew from the bushes about 50 ft. from where Heba was hiding. One struck the crimson eyed male in the right side of his chest, and he fell off his horse, into the fast moving river.

A sudden rage came over Heba. Sure, he didn't know the guy, but he couldn't let him drown. Hands moving before his mind could even think, one strand struck the man who had shot the arrows, while the other caught the drowning male in the river. Pulling with all his strength, Heba tried to pull him ashore, but got pulled into the fast moving current as well.

Why did it have to be the flood season?

Not willing to give up, Heba kicked over to the now unconscious teen and held his head above water. Looking around, he spotted a dead tree hanging over the river. He only had one shot, reach, reach… got it!

Holding on tightly, Heba pulled him and the unconscious male out of the water on the opposite shore. The wound looked bad. Heba winced as he pulled the arrow out and the man jerked in pain, coughing up blood. Biting his lip and looking around, Heba placed his hair over the injury, and started to sing.

Flower, gleam and glow

Let your powers shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine

Heba's hair began to glow a bright golden color, its magical energies at work. The glow started at the hair roots and traveled to the very tips, lighting up every strand of hair.

The man Heba had rescued stopped coughing and lay still as his body was healed. He was pulled into consciousness by warmth in his chest and soft singing.

Heal what has been hurt

Change the fates design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine

Heba pulled his hair back and check the injury spot. Healed. Now he could leave, preferably before the man's company found him. Heba pulled away and gathered his hair. But not before he looked at the young man's face.

His crimson eyes were barely open, but it was enough for them to see the other's eye color. Crimson and amethyst.

Heba gasped and quickly ran away. He had heard rumors that the prince of the land had crimson eyes, but he had never believed it.

Until now.

Atemu sat up as he placed a hand where he knew he had been struck with an arrow. There was nothing there except a blood stain and a torn piece of clothing. The arrow that had hit him was lying nearby. Someone had saved him.

Someone with amethyst eyes.

MMMG: What did you think? Good? Bad?

Atemu: The Kuriboh and Yugi both got the name Heba...

MMMG: I'll leave you to speculate what happened. But I did change Yugi's name to be something more Egyptian, since he is in Egypt.

Yugi: Please review and let us know what you think! Favorite part, least favorite part, spelling/grammer mistakes, etc.