For some reason, I really wanted to type this. Probably for the fact that there are NO YU-GI-OH character's yet. xDD

The Prophesy of Millennium

Written by: FriendofFoes

Chapter 1: Nightmare and Brunch

Smoke rose from around his body, clogging up his nose and causing his breathing to become labored. A sense of dread fell upon him. Where was he? How did he get here? Without a second thought, the man got up from his spot on the hard ground before nearly collapsing on the spot. Pain flared up near his ribs, so much that a cry echoed from his mouth. It hurt - God, did it hurt! – but he couldn't stand there all day. Slowly, he righting himself upward and walked quickly toward the open door.

His eyes started watering from the amount of smoke in the air. It became a hassle to breath. Something was horribly wrong.

The young man started running down the hallway, not meeting anyone till he reached a main hallway. All around, people were screaming and calling out for the gods to save them. The shadows curled around the room, trying to help but being...restrained? The man leaned against the wall as he breathing became labored. What was going on?

Suddenly, the room started shaking violently. Men with weapons were cast aside like a child's toy while woman were thrown into a deeper state of panic. A large crack started forming in the hallway, heading straight for the injured man…

"Yugi! Yugi, wake up!"

Yugi's eyes flew open to see his familiar blue comforter underneath him. He could feel sweat trickling down his back and his breathing labored. What was happening to him?

"Yugi! Are you alright? Speak to me, Abiou…." Yugi pushed his arms against the bed and lifted himself up. He could feel the smoke still surrounding him, suffocation him, while the shadow were restrained. All of a sudden, he felt two hands on the top of his back. He quickly turned his head to see Yami sitting next to him, eyes furrowed in concern. It wasn't uncommon to have Yami in his room – they had shared a body, the least they can do is share a house together – but ever since Yami and the other spirits received their own bodies, He'd been having these weird nightmares. He'd seen doctors about it and they all pointed to Post-Traumatic-Stress. Yugi, at first, believe them. After his crazy life, who wouldn't? But eventually, it turned worse. He felt as if he was living someone else's life. He had been able to keep it from his family and friends for the longest time, until one night he had randomly fell asleep after a long day of finals at school. His grandfather and Yami were still in the house at the time.

It had taken a while to calm them down, but Yami started becoming more protective of him. He always made sure he was fully asleep before leaving his room, stalking Yugi in the morning and waking him up before the nightmare fully set in.

Yugi closed his eyes and groaned before flopping back down onto the comforter. "Why can't I get a good night's sleep anymore?"

He felt his bed dip a bit with the pressure of another body coming onto the bed. He heard Yami's voice above him. "I wish there was something I could do, Aibou. Perhaps, if I slept in here with you –"

"No!" Yugi shouted, feeling a familiar fear enter his body, "I mean, uh, you need to get your sleep too Yami. Weren't the guys going to take you out and try your new I.D?"

Kaiba had gracefully donated (more like Yugi won it out of the taller man) three birth certificates with I.D cards, announcing that they were eighteen years of age. Joey and Tristan had taken it upon themselves to introduce them to every time of adult thing out there. He still remembered the look on Yami's face when he returned home from a modern day "harem". Yugi usually didn't join them, because after his first round with Joey he found that he couldn't hold his liquor, and at that time, he didn't fully realize his feeling for his Yami. Call it narcissistic or incest, but he couldn't deny his attraction to Yami. Many people believe him to be the Pharaoh's reincarnation. Seemed liked the more obvious choice.

"Yeahhh…" he heard Yami chuckle, "They wanted to introduce me to a club. Though why they want it introduce me to a stick hardly sounds like an Adult thing." Yugi turned his head to see yami sitting on the side of his bed, looking straight at him. "Why don't you come along?"

Now Yugi chuckled. "I look like a thirteen year old. No one will even remotely serve me alcohol, card or no card. Plus, grandpa's getting in late tonight. You know he had a meeting with Professor Hawkins and some other friends of Hawkins."

Yami smiled down at Yugi, "But it's no fun without you."

Yugi groaned then turned on his back and sat up. "Well, who else is going? Joey, Tristan, how about Duke and Tea?"

Yami shrugged, "Tea's going. She wanted to ask me something important." He shrugged then stood up. "Come on, little one, we need to open up shop sometime today. Meet you downstairs?"

Yugi felt odd when he heard the comment about Tea, but quickly ignored it, "Yeah, sure. Let me get changed while you open, alright?" Yami nodded then walked out of the room. Yugi quickly got off the bed and grabbed his usually leather outfit, for which he blamed Yami's love of anything leather, gaudy, or silver, and quickly stripped himself. He slipped on a tight black tang top and his normal leather choker before grabbing his flared leather pants. As he bent down, he noticed a strange mark on his lower inner thigh.

It was similar to the eye on the Millennium items but smaller. It was hidden just a few centimeters above the back of his knee. Tattooed veins looked like they coursed around the eye, separating it from the rest of the body.

"How odd…?" Yugi lightly traced it, hoping that it was some sick joke and it was some kind of paste. However, on contact, all he felt was his natural skin. He quickly put on his long leather pants before leaving his room, intent on keeping this new discovery a secret.

"It's nice to see you again, Solomon," Professor Hawkins greeted his longtime friend, "May I introduce to you Professor Aizikan Sorenson, an old friend of mine who was just on an excavation to Egypt. " All three men shook hands and sat down at the small table inside the local restaurant they decided to meet at.

"It's nice to meet another person interested in Egypt as much as I am, professor." Solomon politely shook his hand.

"Please, call me Sorenson." He answered, "And it is an honor to meet the highly esteemed Solomon Motou. I've heard only great things about you.

Solomon chuckled, "And the same to you, Sorenson." He raised his glass, "To our generation." Three glasses chimed slightly as they tapped together.

"So…" Hawkins started, carefully unwrapping his silverware, "You wanted to talk about something, Sorenson." Solomon turned to the man in question.

Sorenson sighed before reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a monocle. He stared at it for a minute before speaking up. "I wanted to share a discovery with you. My comrade, Dr. Reynolds, couldn't make it as a family emergency came up and I felt an urge to bring it to you. Mr. Motou, I've heard you are excellent at translations, while I myself am lucky to get the gist of it."

Solomon leaned forward, "And, what is it?"

Sorenson looked around for a second before setting his monocle down and grabbing a large brown bag next to him, "This is one of the two items we found on our expedition. " Solomon reached over and grabbed the bag from him, giving him a questioning look. Sorenson picked up his monocle again and started fidgeting with it. Solomon peered down into the bag and nearly dropped it.

"This is-"

"I know what it is…" Sorenson interrupted, "And that's why I need your help."

Solomon's hands started shaking, "But this is…"

"The Millennium Tome."

The entire table fell into silence as Sorenson's comment floated between them. Sorenson kept working his monocle. Hawkins eyes stared at the plain brown bag on Solomon's lap.

Solomon was the first to recover, "Why do you want me to help you with this?"

Sorenson was quiet again before he reached down and grabbed a smaller bag. "We discovered these two books in the same room as each other. We believed that these might be the items of the only priest of Millennium. Please," Sorenson placed the bad next to Solomon, "I beg of you, take these. Keep them hidden. I don't care. I just needed to give these to you."

Solomon stared at the bags for a minute before sighing, "Alright. But any freaky stuff and I'm giving them right back."

Sorenson chuckled, "Alright."

"I hate to intrude," Hawkins commented, gaining the attention of the other men, "But the waitress is here. "

The rest of the morning was devoted to the reminiscing of old memories and rekindling their youth.

Chapter 1 is getting cleaned right now and will be posted in about thirty minutes. ^^

This chapter was posted only because I needed to get the characters in. xD

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