Kemet (Egypt)
"Curse me!" she clutched at his ceremonial robes, tears cascading down her cheeks, turning her face into a perfect picture of hurting grief, "Curse me, Aytsuku! For all I have said and done to you, curse me!"
"My Lady..." he protested feebly, his red eyes pained, "please, don't..."
"Just this once, Aytsuku! He's my husband!" she cried desperately, "I beg of you!" she sobbed, hiding her face in his chest.
"Aytsuku!" The Priest that had turned the corner called, alarmed.
Aytsuku closed his eyes, black hair shadowing his face slightly, already regretting what he was about to do. Pulling her up slightly, he pressed his lips to her ear, whispering.
When the Priest reached them, the red-eyed youth had already uttered her curse. It was not possible to reverse it now.
But she turned her backs to him when he refused her next request, and ran away. The young redheaded Priest spared him a glance as he ran after the Lady.
And Aytsuku was left to grieve alone for what he had done.
Far away, and long after, two youths woke screaming.
Shadowed Dreams
Chapter 2 – Nameless
Somewhere, Japan - November 25th, 1999, 10:51pm.
They huddled together, trying to warm themselves despite the rain beating the broken umbrella they tried to hide under. It worked to a certain extent, they both were warm, but droplets of freezing water hit their shoulders or backs every now and then.
They were the picture of street teens, with no homes and no money, trying their best to survive against the weather and the indifference of people passing by.
She was worried. His temperature was rising steadily to a point of aggravated sickness, but he swore he felt no different. If possible, he felt better. He was feeling steadily warmer, hoping she'd share in his warmth, and, at the same time, not get any illness he might have.
The few scraps of food they had were at their end. As soon as the rain stopped, they would have to look for some low-paying job to have some food. But they were tired. The alleyway they hid in already held a part of the falling water with its makeshift roofs and tall walls when the rain fell sideways, but the cold winds could not truly be stopped, and their clothes were already ripped beyond repair. Hers, because of the gangs that had wanted to rape her, and his, for fighting with fists against blades to stop them.
"I wish we could go back," she whispered fearfully, a harsh language slipping from her lips like honey.
"We can't..." he murmured softly, hands running through her hair to try to calm her.
Though soon, they did not remember where 'back' was.
When the rain subsided to a light drizzle, someone came to talk to them. Some random person had noticed they were minors and called the authorities. The two were taken to a police station so their homes could be found.
But they had no identities. Their fingerprints had led to nothing. The documents they had did not match their appearance -- in fact, they were documents of two males --, and particularly the girl looked like a foreigner. The boy was so attached to her, they could only assume they were related or lovers, the latter being more plausible, considering they were quite different physically. Then the police tried to question them.
"Excuse me," a young woman called. As they turned to her she kindly asked, "May I know your names?"
They blinked at her, confused. What was she speaking? The woman, on the other hand, frowned. Were they going to be difficult? She hardened her voice.
"I need to know your names," she stated, no kindness left in her face or voice.
The boy narrowed his eyes, wary. He passed an arm around the girl's shoulders, hugging her to his chest so as to protect her.
"Who are you?" he snapped.
The woman suddenly blinked. Well... they didn't speak Japanese, of that they were sure. And the language he spoke... she had never heard. She could speak Japanese, Chinese, English and Portuguese, and identify many others... but this...
She gave them both a shaky smile before walking away.
"Sir!" she called loudly, the shaky smile still firmly in place, "We've got a problem. Didn't anyone try to talk to them?"
Domino, Japan - Friday, November 26th, 1999, 2:14am.
Yuugi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It wasn't really working. He ran a shivering hand through his hair, closing his eyes. His entire body shook as he felt his soul reverberate to a sound he could not hear, a feeling he could not place.
After a few moments, he tried to remember what had made him wake up screaming, and he gradually remembered his dream. He pressed a hand to his chest, where the sensation of a blade lingered.
A gold dagger with the Eye of Horus.
Yuugi shuddered, suddenly remembering he hadn't been the only one to scream. Shakily rising from his bed, he pulled on a random shirt, as he had gone to bed only in pants, and left his room. In the living room, Ishizu gave him a look as he passed, nodding. She was trying to calm down Anzu and Honda, who had been woken by his screaming. Rishid was looking out a window, a thoughtful frown on his face.
So it wasn't them.
"Yuugi! You alright?" Honda asked, his face etched with worry. Yuugi smiled weakly.
"Yeah. Just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep, Honda, Anzu," he chastised softly.
They reluctantly obeyed, and Yuugi went back to the other rooms of the house, searching for the source of the scream that had echoed his own. Gently easing open the door to the room Malik and Kaiba had been placed in, he stepped inside, finding no objects out of place. Malik was still sleeping, occasionally mumbling and turning in the bed. Kaiba, however, was sitting, his entire form shaking like a leaf.
"Seto-kun?" the small teen called, closing the door as he entered the room, "Are you alright?"
"Fine," his voice sounded strained. Yuugi paused.
"You dreamed too, didn't you?" the quiet question made Kaiba snap his head in his direction, ice-blue eyes boring into him, demanding an explanation. The star-haired teen chuckled, "Yeah, I dreamed it. I screamed as much as you when I woke up."
The brunet looked away, a faint red tinge on his nose.
"What do you remember?" Yuugi asked him, sitting on a chair beside the bed.
"I remember red eyes, " the brunet sighed, "I looked at them for only a moment... and I remember someone committed suicide."
"I... think that was probably me..." Yuugi shivered. The other suddenly shifted and took hold of the smaller teen's arms, pulling him onto the bed.
"Err...Seto-kun?" he asked wide-eyed. Kaiba refused to look at him.
"You're cold," he offered as an explanation.
"Thanks," he muttered, blinking. Then a wide smile settled on his face as he shifted under the covers, sharing the taller teen's heat, "I remember the dagger... It looked like the Eye."
"The Millennium Eye?"
"Yeah. The red eyes could be from that guy that I saw. I was watching him with that Lady... and then everything went black and I had the dagger in my hand... the dream became fuzzy after that..." he trailed off, rubbing his chest. The sensation of the blade sliding into his heart was still there.
"Who were you watching?" Kaiba asked quietly.
"This guy with black hair... and this woman... she had red hair and her eyes... her eyes were purple."
For a moment, Kaiba pictured a young redhead with Yuugi's eyes. It was interestingly funny, since the woman would be tall but the eyes would fit, and even then, the woman would resemble Yuugi...
"Seto-kun," Yuugi called suddenly, "Why would we dream this?"
"I don't know," he murmured tiredly, "but at least, now that you dreamed the same thing, and you remember it... I think I will finally understand why I feel so much regret, why I feel so tired and defeated when I dream these things. Why I feel pain when I remember those eyes staring at me," he folded his legs, bringing his knees up and resting his face on them.
"The red or the blue eyes?" Yuugi asked, staring at the opposite wall.
"Both. I did something terrible."
"What did you do?" Yuugi asked absentmindedly.
"I killed them."
"You—" Yuugi's eyes widened as he turned to face the brunet, "Seto-kun!?"
"What!" his head snapped up, blinking his eyes as if waking from sleep.
"You were forcing yourself to remember again, weren't you?" Yuugi accused with a frown.
"Yes," he admitted with a sigh, "Did I say something?"
"That you killed the owners of the blue eyes and of the red eyes. But you didn't kill Kisara..."
"Might as well be blamed on me," Kaiba muttered, resting his face on his knees again.
"...do you think the same happened with the red-eyed one?"
"Probable. She would look like Kisara..."
"She?" Yuugi raised an eyebrow.
"I'm guessing."
"Oh. But I think I see your point."
There was a quiet knock on the door. Glancing at Kaiba for permission, and receiving a small positive wave, Yuugi called a quiet "come in" to the door.
Ishizu stepped inside and closed it behind her.
"May I ask what woke you, Yuugi-san?" she murmured, taking into the scene. Kaiba still rested his head on his knees, arms limply on the bed. Yuugi sat beside him, sharing the covers.
"A dream, Ishizu-san."
"Can you tell me what you dreamed of? And perhaps you as well, Kaiba-san," she murmured, approaching them and sitting on the chair Yuugi had briefly occupied.
Yuugi explained they had dreamed the same thing, and recounted what he remembered of his dream, with Kaiba adding a few details. Ishizu nodded in understanding.
"I will assume these dreams are ancient memories. Kaiba-san, it seems you are connected to whatever is happening. Please, believe us when we say that all the magic is real..."
"I never doubted," he muttered tiredly, "I just didn't care."
That's right, Yuugi remembered suddenly that all this time, Kaiba had never truly denied the existence of the shadows, he had simply been focused in defeating... the small boy took a shuddering breath. He did not want to think about him, not now.
"That's... that's good, Seto-kun..." Yuugi murmured, trying desperately to steer his mind away from...
"Yuugi..." Kaiba called with a sigh, eyes still closed. For a moment it seemed as if he was going to say something else, but gave up, and kept on with the previous subject, "I remember learning with Isis. I remember that we knew we were cousins before all that happened. Someone had told us..." his voice had turned into a murmur, "But I can't remember who. I remember..." he frowned.
"Kaiba-san?" Ishizu asked with a frown at his sudden silence. Her eyes widened when he opened his own, staring at her, and looking so open, so vulnerable, that she was shocked into silence.
"I was taken by Akefia to his fortress," he whispered, frowning in confusion, "but I can't remember much more than that. I remember pacing the cells of the fortress, and later... I can only recall the wind whispering in my ears, the sun finally hitting my face, and my arms embracing someone..." his breath hitched, "someone with red eyes as we rode a horse in the desert."
Yuugi and Ishizu could only stare as Kaiba... as Seto, Yuugi thought to himself, finally dropped most of his shields. It's about time, Yuugi thought with a soft smile. He pressed a hand to Seto's shoulder in a warning before resting his head on the brunet's shoulder and closing his eyes, listening at the same time he tried to picture the tale in his head.
"I was then back at the palace," Seto's eyes glazed over in thought, "My cousin waited. The Lady, the Seer and the other four Priests waited as well. The Lady had never been so overjoyed..."
"How did the Lady look like?" Yuugi asked quietly, dozing slightly. Ishizu watched the exchange with curious eyes.
"Her hair was the color of Ra's blood as he entered the underworld," Seto described, eyes closing and resting his chin on his knees, "her eyes were kind, gentle... but she was fierce and she loved her husband like no other," his smile was sudden, "If my cousin had not forbid it, she would have taken Maat's feather and judged the criminals herself. But cousin was afraid..."
Malik's scream woke the two from their daze and made Ishizu stand, alarmed.
'And while I am gone... remember me always as the one that shared your soul,' Yuugi's eyes widened at the whisper, and he could not help but screech in surprise and fear.
And suddenly, the entire house was a flurry of movement and scared screams.
"Oh, RA!" Malik was still saying loudly, "I'm very sorry," he babbled on, eyes wide and fearful looking around the room as if the shadows might jump him, "I was dreaming, and I don't remember, but something happened, and then I heard someone's voice, and it was so scary," he shivered, rubbing his arms to try and get back some warmth, "Isn't there something to heat up this place?" he whined. Anzu and Honda gave him looks of "are-you-crazy?" Kaiba was once again leaning against the wall, eyes closed, Ishizu was sitting in front of her brother and Rishid stood nearby, in case he was needed. They were all back at the living room.
Yuugi blinked at him as he sat beside Anzu, "It's actually too warm, Malik-kun. Are you sure you're alright?"
"It must be the memory of the desert," Rishid draped his cloak over Malik's shoulders. The blond pulled it closer, shivering still, "The desert is much hotter than Japan."
"Look," Malik interrupted, "All I know is that someone's going to kill, or something, or..."
"Malik-kun," Yuugi called softly, "It was just a dream. I dreamed the same thing. Can you tell what you saw?"
Slightly relieved by the fact that no one seemed to be in immediate danger, Malik sighed and closed his eyes, bringing the dream to mind. He shivered again.
He quietly recounted his dream, from the moment he had seen himself standing at an Egyptian Palace's doorway, going over how he passed a young man that refused to look at him — there had been a twinge of worry for the other... but he had to see the commotion, he could not stop, and the man had shaken his head. He would be alright, — and then he was running through the halls, and Seth had come out of a room with a somber look.
"Someone killed her, he told me, someone killed her and killed themselves right after... he had whispered, his eyes full of so much hate. I knew he had wanted to take revenge, and since there was no one else anymore... I pitied..."
Ishizu frowned as Malik's words alternated from Japanese to Egyptian, making the phrases difficult to understand.
"Who did you pity?" she asked in the same language, hoping to keep him in the trance, to find out more. Malik let out a barking laugh.
"Seth's lover, of course. He always--"
Yuugi's gasp made Malik's eyes blink into focus. Ishizu sighed frustrated, but her eyes widened at what happened next.
"Seth's lover!" Yuugi's eyes moistened as he felt a clutching pressure in his chest, "How could I...! Seth!" he turned to a surprised Kaiba, lavender eyes narrowed in anger, "What did you do! I know how you like to exaggerate things! Tsu had no blame!"
"Snap out of it!" Kaiba growled, shaken. His heart was clenching at the sight of the purple eyes angry with him.
The room held its breath. All six occupants blinked when a phone ringing interrupted the scene, bringing Yuugi back. Kaiba took out his own, but it was off, Ishizu brought out another, frowning. She opened it and held it to her ear.
"Ishizu Ishtar," she murmured, "May I ask what business you have?" she listened for a few moments, her eyes narrowing, before she mumbled a positive answer and clicked the phone shut, "Could you all go on trying to get answers? I will be back shortly. Something... strange... happened," she sighed.
"How much do you wanna bet it has to do with this?" Honda said dryly, pointing to the three teens that had all slipped into trances that day.
"All my money, Honda-san," Ishizu told him with a dry, bitter smile, "All my money."
Two hours later, Ishizu gone somewhere, everyone had taken a bath and was then back at the living room properly dressed. Yuugi had convinced Kaiba to sit, though he sat in a corner aside Yuugi himself on the couch, and everyone else seemed to be comfortable around the living room. The silent tension made the hairs on the back of their heads rise.
And with all this commotion, Kaiba thought, eyes sweeping discreetly over the room, I begin to wonder what we will find. His past self now had a lover, there was someone he might have judged unfairly, this 'Tsu', and they still had so little pieces to put together... if felt like an enormous puzzle, and though some pieces fit against each other, the others were from another corner of the same puzzle. Yuugi had been mad at Seth... he wondered what had he done to get the Pharaoh angry, after all, Yuugi was the Pharaoh's reincarnation.
Did the Pharaoh kill himself? He wondered with a small frown, did he kill anyone else? He wondered again, Malik's tale coming to mind. Kaiba then closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. We are missing too many things. And I feel as if there is something I am not seeing.
"What are we going to do?" Anzu asked suddenly, looking at them somewhat frightened.
"I suppose... we go on," Yuugi murmured, "I don't think there is anything we can do, now."
"We need more clues to figure this out," Kaiba told them, eyes closed.
"But we're changing still," Malik breathed as he stared at the CEO, "Kaiba, go look in a mirror."
"Are you implying I'm ugly?" he muttered under his breath.
"No. Just go look."
Annoyed, the blue-eyed teen rose and walked to the bathroom, said blue eyes narrowed. Malik turned to Yuugi and started counting.
"5," the steps in the hallway stopped.
"4," the door to the bathroom opened.
"3," Malik mouthed, evading the hand that swatted at his head.
"2," they heard some shuffling around.
"1," Silence.
"0?" Malik murmured meekly.
"MY HAIR IS NOT RED!!!"
Somewhere, Japan - November 26th, 1999, 4:38am.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ishizu snapped, blue eyes dark with anger.
"Ishtar-sama," one of the police officers shook under her glare. It was nothing compared to Kaiba's glare, but it did its work, and she only used it in certain situations. Like this one.
"Ishizu-san," an archeologist colleague of hers walked out a room to greet her, "Don't worry about them, I am sorry for calling you here at this ungodly hour," he sighed.
"Worry not," she replied, eyes softening as he took her arm gently and led her elsewhere, "I was already awake. What happened?"
"I believe you will find this interesting, Ishizu-san," her colleague gave her an enigmatic smile, "and the police needs you to translate."
"A tablet?" she raised her eyebrow. The police..?
"No," he chuckled, opening a door.
Sitting on a bench was a youth of 17-18 years at the most. His hair was dirty and matted, making it impossible for Ishizu to identify its color, and he looked as if he was lightly sleeping where he sat. His clothes — cheap pants and jacket, dirty shirt and untied sneakers — had cuts from blades everywhere, including the sneakers. One of them had a hole as if a blade had been cleanly thrust into it, top to bottom, with no resistance. He was sitting slightly hunched over, hair reaching his middle backs. His eyes were closed and his breathing soft. Beside him sat a girl, and her clothes — shirt and short jean jacket, pants and no shoes, she was bare-feet — were in the same state as his, but hers looked as if they had been torn apart, not cleanly cut. Makeshift belts held her jean jacket closed and her pants up. Her hair cascaded down her backs, dirty and matted, to her waist. From the few patches with little dirt, Ishizu saw white hair. She was resting her head on his shoulder, eyes closed and lips slightly parted.
Slowly approaching, Ishizu exhaled. They looked familiar. An albino girl and a long-haired boy. Foreigners? Not really, her mind whispered.
At about three feet away, the boy snapped his eyes open at one of her steps, ruby orbs locking with her gaze, making her faulter. Ishizu sucked in a breath as a whirlwind of emotions assaulted her mind.
And the grief. She wanted to cry.
"Who are you?" the boy snapped, startling her. She blinked. So this was why she was called?
"You don't speak Japanese, do you?" the language flowed freely from her mouth. The youth blinked, mouth opening but no sound escaping. Then, suddenly, his eyes brightened even as he tightened his arm around the girl.
"Finally someone that I can understand! All these other people keep speaking in a language I never heard before, and they started to threaten me and my sister," he trailed off, glaring at the people accompanying her. She chuckled.
"Fear not," she murmured, stepping closer slowly, "They cannot understand us," she blinked as he visibly relaxed at that. He relaxed so much, in fact, she noticed that even in his sleep, he had been poised to attack anyone approaching. She smiled slightly, "May I sit beside you?"
"As you wish," he indicated the bench with his hand. There was plenty of room for her without him needing to move, "So that's why they never spoke something I could understand. I noticed they tried different languages, but never heard any of them before..."
Ishizu turned to the confused officers and the smug archeologist observing them. "In how many languages did you try to speak with him?"
"Almost all, ma'am," a man murmured with a raised eyebrow, "No one's ever heard what he speaks, but he didn't seem to understand English, Japanese, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, and many others."
"It's no wonder you never heard it," she clucked her tongue, "It's the language spoken in Ancient Egypt by the nobles," turning back to the boy, "We have many languages nowadays. They tried quite a bit with you."
"I only know the Language of the Gods and Latin," the boy pushed his hair back with one hand, in an arrogant gesture. If his hair was clean, it might have made the movement more graceful, "But nothing else."
"My name is Ishizu. Could you tell me yours?" Ishizu wondered quietly.
"It's a strange story," he licked his lips, suddenly nervous as his free hand rose to tug lightly at some strands of his hair, "You may not believe it. The only thing I am completely sure, is that yesterday morning I knew it," he released a frustrated sigh, "Yesterday I knew who I was."
"You mean, you remember nothing of your life?"
"Naught a piece," he confirmed, "Except that this girl is my sister. We've been always together, through thick and thin, and nothing will tear us apart," he hugged her shoulders, burying his face in her hair.
"I see. Do you have anything against coming with me? Some of my trusted ones can understand and speak this language."
"Not really," he smiled, "It would be better being surrounded by people I can understand rather than these odd ones."
Ishizu chuckled. "He will be coming with me," she informed the police, "He cannot speak Japanese and I don't think he'd appreciate us questioning his sister. Where I am now, there is a group of people that can understand and talk to him. Call my cell phone if you need anything."
"One last thing, Ishizu-sama," a woman bowed respectfully, "if you would, ask them if they stole anything in the streets," the Tomb Keeper frowned.
"Were you thieves in the streets?" she asked him with a frown. He immediately scowled.
"No. Everything we had was either ours or given to us. But considering I remember nothing, I cannot tell you what was given and what is ours."
"Very well," she narrowed her eyes at the woman, anger starting to flare once again, "Anything you find that seems to not be theirs was given to them," she said coldly, "but they can't tell you what is theirs and what is not. If you will, return what they had with them."
The woman bowed, frowning.
And in fifteen minutes, Ishizu sat in the passenger seat of a cab, hands resting on her lap, listening to the soft breathing of both teens on the back. The boy had carried his sister, as she had been too exhausted to wake up, and now they both truly slept relaxed.
Outside, the sun was finally rising. Winter was taking its toll on her and her brother, as they were from Egypt, and used to high heat. The cab driver had asked for directions only once, and she was left to gaze at the sunrise. The light was making her tired, she had been woken by Yuugi's scream too early, even for her. With a quick prayer to Ra, she closed her eyes.
But not even twenty minutes later, her eyes snapped open, and before she realized what she was doing, she had already ordered the cab to pause and was inside a random shop, hand brushing over hair dye. She picked a brown shade, one that would come out with water, paid for two units, and was soon back in the cab as if nothing had happened. For a moment she looked down at the plastic bag now in her lap, confused. Then she shrugged, her intuition had rarely been wrong...
Kame Game Shop - 6:25am.
When the cab arrived at Yuugi's shop, she stepped out and opened the other door to shake the boy awake before paying the driver. Seeing that the boy had taken his sister out of the car, she turned and walked to the front door, the engine of the cab growling lowly as it was driven away. Ishizu rang the doorbell. Turning to observe the twins, she had to suppress a smile at the sweet sight they made. He had his right arm around her waist and her left arm around his neck, since he had no strength left to carry her, and while she slept away, his eyes would droop every now and then, his form swaying lightly even though he tried to stay awake.
A ruffled Yuugi opened the door, blinking at the two dirt-covered teens, but not worrying as Ishizu was there.
"Do I ask?" he murmured, lips twitching.
"I'll explain to everyone," she grinned. He nodded and stepped aside to let them pass. The boy, still half-dragging his sister followed Ishizu inside.
The mess that met her eyes explained why Yuugi seemed at the same time, amused and annoyed.
"Do I ask?" she murmured to the small teen.
"Malik pointed out Seto-kun's hair was red instead of brown," Yuugi explained with a sigh, watching as Anzu sweat-dropped in the living room and Honda and Malik were punching the bathroom door, "Seto-kun freaked out when he looked into a mirror. First he came here, livid with anger, trying to get a confession out of someone that supposedly dyed his hair. He gave up when everyone looked confused, and then locked himself in the bathroom. He's not coming out until we get brown hair dye," Yuugi's lips twitched again.
Ishizu chuckled, "Ah, my intuition scores another one," she murmured, leaving a confused Yuugi as she walked over. Pushing Honda and her brother out of the way, she knocked softly on the bathroom's door.
"What?" Kaiba's irritated and somewhat defeated voice sounded.
"Maybe you will like what I brought, Kaiba-san," she said with a smile. He opened the door less than an inch, a narrowed blue eye staring at her. She showed the plastic bag to him. Opening the door a bit more, he reached out to take the bag, and she held it for a moment more, admiring his dark-red hair.
"The color of sundown," she smiled, letting go of the plastic, "Beautiful. Why do you want to get rid of it so badly?"
He shifted, uneasy, "None of your business," he told her sulkily, turning and entering the bathroom with the bag after seeing its contents.
Ishizu chuckled again, turning and sitting on one of the couches. The ruby-eyed boy sat beside her, sister beside him still in his embrace. Yuugi winced at the thought of cleaning the couch later.
"This is Yuugi," she gestured to the small teen, talking to the now-awake-nameless-boy, "That would be Honda and Anzu, those over at the window my brother, Malik, and his adoptive brother, Rishid. The one in the bathroom was Mr. Kaiba."
"My greetings," the boy nodded his head in a small bow, "Yuugi, Honda, Anzu, Malik and Rishid. Why was ... Kaiba?" at her nod he went on, "in that room?"
"He is unhappy with his hair," she told him with an amused smile.
"Ishizu, quit talking about me," the voice sounded loud from the bathroom and the boy jumped, startled.
"How many of them speak this?" the boy asked slowly.
"I, Malik-kun, Rishid-san, and Seto-kun," Yuugi told him with a smile. The honorific was a strange fit within the ancient language, but no one really minded.
"Set?" The boy frowned.
"Seto Kaiba," Ishizu told him, "Forgive me, I should have introduced all our names to you. Yuugi Mutou, Hiroto Honda, Anzu Masaki, Malik and Rishid Ishtar, and I am Ishizu Ishtar."
The boy nodded, confused. Honda and Anzu stared at him.
"You don't speak anything else?" Yuugi asked curiously.
"I speak Latin," the boy sniffed.
"Ah, sorry. It's just these two languages aren't really used anymore. If you stay here, you'll end up learning Japanese, don't worry," Yuugi told him, clapping his hands, "Now, who wants breakfast?!" he called cheerfully. Then he paused, a hand to his chin as he thoughtfully looked at all his friends, "are we going to school today, or skipping again?"
Somewhere, Japan - November 26th, 1999, 5:42pm.
How aimlessly can I walk? He wondered to himself, blowing his black hair away from his eyes. It didn't seem like too long, though, before his foot was caught on something.
Looking down, he spotted a small worn out bag. Taking it into his hands, he noted how little it weighted. He looked around, and then shrugged. Well... someone lost it... maybe making posters of a lost bag would be a good idea? He grinned. As if a bag could be treated like a dog.
Shouldering the small bag, he decided to ponder on it later.
But when he reached his home, he was so tired of walking so much, that he let the small bag drop on the ground and it rolled underneath his bed. Tired of walking for what felt like hours nonstop, he fell on the bed and was asleep in an instant, the bag slipping out of his mind as well.
After all, the bag was no pressing matter to him.
Obs.: 1. I've changed the year in which the two chapters happen. The first snippet, before the Prologue, is still happening in 1997, maybe in the middle, or even before, the series somewhere. The story is happening in 1999, nearing 2000.
2. Italics with or without quotes being Ancient Egyptian or thoughts still apply, except where it is obvious (phone calls and such), but it doesn't apply to the snippets, as they are going to be in italics always.
3. As I mentioned before, not everything is written, so I'm going to be changing and tweaking what I've written previously. ALWAYS read these observations or you might miss something, or not understand the story.
Aika: I'm deeply sorry about the ever-changing of this story… but the plot's still going over my head, and the more I think, the more ideas I put in or discard. The basic plot is still there, though. The challenges will stay on the newest chapter.