A/N: Thank you all so much for reviewing! I hope there will be no confusion, this is a Harry/Atemu story. I was a little bit out of it in this chapter so there might be part where even I lost the plot a little. Hope you like it. Don't forget to review!
Warning for this chapter: mild lemon, slash
Chapter 4
Loosing my touch
Working with Seto Kaiba definitely proved to be fun, though Harry would never admit it out loud. The kid had inspiration for thousands and had the logic and patience to make most of it come true. Sure most of his work was related to the gaming industry, (his whole business revolved around gaming for Ra sake!) but Kaiba also kept an eye on economics and world trade. Then to think the kid was only sixteen years old!
Hermione had written Harry about everything relating to Kaiba and Crawford. Both men had turned out to be quite interesting. The history lesson had certainly explained a lot about how Kaiba had reacted the first few times he had met with the young CEO. Kaiba still regarded him with a calculating expression, as if he expected Harry to drop everything and run around his company building butt naked. Not that Harry hadn't fantasised about it. All those boring talks about security measures and rules for the Dueling grounds made Harry want to run and hide! He almost wished he was back in Ancient Egypt.
"We'll be at the Museum all day today," Ishizu said as she walked into the kitchen. Harry was sipping from his tea, pursing his lips slightly as she said this. She raised a dark eyebrow, her blue eyes taking in his sleepy form. "Don't forget Mr Potter," she continued sternly, reminding Harry of his old Transfigurations Professor. "You wanted to work for me more then I wanted you to work for me and even though you have proved yourself useful to me, you seem more bored most of the time then willing to help! I thought you wanted this? You want to find the Pharaoh probably even more then I do, so why are you so annoyed all the time?"
Harry sighed a little. "I'm just so bored," he whined, frowning a little as he tried to suppress a yawn. "I thought it would be fun to guard someone again, but there is no action. Whenever you are at the Museum you just sit in the office and do paperwork, or some rich prick comes to you with some relics he wants you to fawn over. When you go to Kaiba Corp. at least there I got a little bit of a distraction, because Kaiba actually seems interested in my opinion about his gaming technology. He wasn't at first of course," he muttered, snickering softly.
Ishizu rolled her eyes and started on her breakfast. They had been in Japan for about two weeks and the tournament was about ready to start. Kaiba had planned an announcement for tomorrow nationwide, start date for upcoming Monday. It would give participating Duelists four days to get here and buy their Duel Disks. "I didn't realise you could be this childish or I would have never offered," the Egyptian muttered, breaking Harry out of his thoughts.
He pouted. "That's not a very nice thing to say," he said. Ishizu raised a delicate eyebrow, clearly not impressed with him this morning. "I miss Egypt," Harry confessed after a while, staring out of his kitchen window. The world was waking up fully now on and a few birds zoomed past his house. "I miss those who I have left behind and even if I have my family here, I felt at home there. I feel like I've lost a part of me." Though that empty feeling could just be that I haven't found Yahya yet.
It confused him. The Wizard sighed again and lowered himself onto a kitchen chair, rubbing his face tiredly. He belonged here, in this day and age. Why did his heart long for that Ancient age of Pharaoh's and High Priests? Was it the thrill of racing over those sand dunes and chasing after bandits, working on complex traps which no-one would ever break or his endless squabbles with the High Priest? How infuriating that man could be at times and how fun it was to wind the man up, get under his skin and judge his every move.
Harry had to admit that he had gotten used to Palace life. He had known all of the servants and their families. Every bit of gossip about the happenings within city walls had been whispered into his ear by the servant girls. They were like a family and while Harry had been given a higher standing then them, he had always treated them the same. When they needed help, they would come to him and he would never turn them down.
The Priests had been reluctant to warm up to him, criticising most of his moves when he started his training under Mahado. The Court Magician and Isis had been the only ones to fully trust him. In the end Karim and Shada had still been hesitant with him even if Harry had proven himself a hundred times over. Shimon, the advisor of the Pharaoh, had followed the man in trusting Harry completely. As for the Pharaoh… Harry would do anything just to hear that man's voice again.
Working with Ishizu had certainly been fun until now. She was great to tease and they often held long winding conversations about everything and nothing. They had grown closer, living together under one roof. Sure the Egyptian had her moments, but so did Harry. No-one was perfect after all. But she had introduced him to a new world. An interesting new world full of possibilities.
Because of her Harry had found Seth's counterpart, his reincarnation, in this time. Kaiba could be just as irritating and fun to tease as Seth had been. It was probably why Kaiba had tolerated him though. That and Mokuba liked the Wizard. No-one could deny Mokuba anything, not even his stone faced older brother.
Ishizu sighed, breaking Harry out of his musings. "I actually planned to do a full day at the Museum today, but I guess we could go out for a long lunch. Tomorrow I have another meeting with Kaiba in the morning. You can have the afternoon off if you wish."
"Tomorrow are the final meetings then?" Harry asked and Ishizu nodded. "I take it that you are participating in the tournament as well?" Another nod. "In a disguise of course."
"What is your point?" the Egyptian asked, frowning slightly.
Harry smiled a little, turning to look his temporary employee in the eye. "My family will be coming over this weekend." Ishizu looked a little surprised. "Am I allowed to let my Godson join us? I promise he won't be in the way and once we reach the finals he will return here to watch with the rest of the family."
Ishizu stared at him impassively, those blue eyes void of anything that would tip Harry on what she might be thinking. The Wizard fidgeted a little, getting quite nervous when the Egyptian remained silent. Was she going to refuse? Was that why she remained silent, thinking over how she was going to let him down gently? Was he going to be letting his Godson down again? "You do realise that, should I allow this, you will have to work twice as hard? The Ghouls will not just back down because we have a child with us."
The Wizard blinked. Did that mean…? "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't think I could protect everyone," he said, huffing a little when he was underestimated again. "Nothing might have happened so far to prove my worth Ishizu, but I am quite capable in protecting those I love."
"I know that Harry," the Egyptian said, leaning over to pat his hand. "I talked to both Jack and Bill after we came to an agreement. I needed to know that I made the right decision in taking you on as a bodyguard," she said sternly when Harry looked at her with a slight betrayed look. "They vouched for you, telling me that you were more then capable in protecting me and anyone I would do business with. They also warned me about your boredom."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Really? Can't believe those two. Do them a favour and what do you get?" he muttered.
Ishizu giggled, blue eyes sparkling in mirth. "You know, you should be thankful to those two."
Harry waved the comment away, a spark returning into his eyes. "Is that a yes then? I must warn you that my family will probably not leave you alone when they realise that you live under my roof."
"I'll risk it," Ishizu said with a smile.
…
"Are you out of your mind!"
Startled blue eyes looked up at him as Harry stormed into the basement of the Museum. "I don't know what you…"
"Bullshit Ishizu," the Wizard hissed. "I get that I can be really annoying at times and bored out of my mind, but that does not mean that you can just take off like that. What did you think would happen when I turned around and realised that you had disappeared?"
The bearer of the Tauk blushed a little. "I had to return to the Museum," she stammered.
"And it couldn't wait until we had finished with the order so we could return together?" Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know I had a minor breakdown this morning because I was bored, but that doesn't mean that I will abandon my duty in protecting you!" Ishizu stared down at her hands, an embarrassed blush spreading across her cheeks. Harry sighed. At least she had the decency to look embarrassed. "How did you give me the slip anyway? I was sure I had all the exits covered."
The Egyptian raised her hand as if she wanted to touch her Tauk but changed her mind at the last second. Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Must have been an oversight on your part," she said quickly crossing her arms. She was definitely hiding something, but Harry let it slide for now. Even if he wanted to slap her on the back of the head for lying to him and giving him the slip.
"So, what was so important that you had to give me the slip? You could have just asked if we could hurry back," Harry said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
Ishizu sighed and shook her head. "This was something I had to do alone."
"You could have just asked to be left alone," Harry muttered, huffing slightly. "I leave you alone when you ask me to leave. What was so different about this time that you felt like getting rid of me?"
She hesitated again, looking uncertain. Harry stepped further into the room, when he suddenly noticed a lingering magic inside of it. The Wizard turned, quite certain that there was more then them in the room. He looked around, taking up a defensive position in front of Ishizu. Someone was here, he just knew it. "What…?" Ishizu started but Harry quickly shook his head.
"Someone's here," he muttered. No, not someone. Not completely anyway. But he couldn't describe it. It felt odd and empty, yet slightly familiar.
Ishizu shifted behind him, but this time he wouldn't let her out of his sight. Not when his senses were screaming at him that something was here. "No-one's here Harry," she whispered softly, though she sounded uncertain. "We are the only ones in this room."
The Wizard shook his head. "There's someone else," he muttered before raising his voice. "I know you're there. Show yourself now or face the consequences."
It remained silent for a while before a deep chuckle echoed through the room. "Still the same as always I see," an eerily familiar voice spoke, filling the room with memories of the past. "Making demands. Protecting the people, even if it seems to be just one this time. Have you not lost hope after all these years, because I have."
"Who are you?" Harry asked, frowning. He didn't even notice when he switched to Ancient Egyptian. All these years?
The shadows in the room seemed to grow larger in one corner of the room and Harry took a hesitant step backwards, successfully blocking in Ishizu against the wall and him. "That hurts Harakhty," the voice said in a mocking tone. "I would have thought you would have at least remembered me. I am your old Spirit partner after all."
A figure arose from the shadows, but remained where he was. It was almost as if the creature was afraid of stepping into the light. The creature was tall, about as tall as Hagrid, and had an animalistic feel to him. Glowing blue/green eyes sparkled in the tl-light. They told of long years in the dark, of longing and loneliness. They were eyes Harry knew very well. The animal growled softly, exposing large fangs. Something golden gleamed in the darkness. Harry knew these features, these items the creature carried. "Yahya," he whispered.
"Oh so you do remember me?" the creature said with a toothy smile.
"Of course I remember you," Harry said, relaxing his stance and taking a step towards the Jackal and away from Ishizu. "How could I forget my ally. Someone who guided me and fought by my side. I don't believe I thanked you for that though. So thank…"
"Not yet Harakhty," the Jackal said, holding up one of its arms. "You can thank me once all this mess is dealt with."
Harry frowned. "What mess?"
The Ka Spirit looked like he wanted to take a step forward, but something seemed to hold him back. It was almost as if the Jackal was uncertain what would happen once he stepped into the light. "You must have noticed by now Harakhty that a strange game-" he spat the word "-has started. As you requested I have kept your Pharaoh safe, but I don't know how much longer I can do this. It's only a matter of time before my card will be discovered. It is in the Pharaoh's possession, but who knows what will happen once he discovers it."
Green eyes widened. "What?"
"All the Ka's who have been turned into cards already lost their humans," the Jackal continued in a grim tone. "It's different for you and I though, for obvious reasons."
Harry sighed, rubbing his face before going through his hair in frustration. "So that means that anything could happen? And I was hoping this would be easier at least." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You couldn't get your hands on this card and deliver it to me by any chance?"
Yahya shook his large head. "Unless you are with the Pharaoh, I couldn't do that. I was only able to appear here because the Pharaoh was here not too long ago. You're spiritual powers pressed against each other so I could appear. I will disappear again soon though."
"You mean he was actually here?" Harry asked, his heart racing in excitement. "My Pharaoh, he was here?"
The great Jackal nodded, questions burning in those bluish green eyes. "Tell me Harakhty, do you remember his name?"
The question caught him off guard, shaking Harry enough to show the raw emotion of his face. His shoulders shagged in defeat, his head lowered a little as the Wizard shook his head negative. "I try every day," he whispered softly. "I remember his face, the way his crimson eyes sparkle when he laughs. The way his hair sways in the desert wind. That delicate body, scarred only by use of magic, but still lethal in more ways then one. I remember everything, even his voice! But his name escapes me every time. It's like the Gods are laughing at me, toying with me and trying to drive me insane."
Yahya snorted. "You're not the only one. The Pharaoh lost his memories," he explained when Harry looked at his Ka partner. "He doesn't remember who he is, or what he was. I'm sorry Harakhty. I could not protect him from that."
"It's fine," Harry said weakly, shaking his head. "You did everything you could do. I am grateful. You did well."
The Jackal seemed to finally relax, fading back into the shadows again. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice once more but a mere echo. "I will see you soon Harakhty. Very soon."
"Wait for me, my friend," Harry whispered to the now empty corner.
…
…Dream sequence, mild lemon…
Harry moaned softly as a delicate hand travelled down his naked body. Soft lips were pressed against his neck, before a set of teeth bit into the thin skin. Harry hissed in pleasure, letting a deep breath escape when a tongue licked the bite mark. "You're going to be the death of me," he moaned before slipping his arm around the other man's waist and pulling him across his chest. Lips crashed into his own and hungrily started pushing against him.
The raven head grabbed his lover's face, pulling the man away a little without loosing in heat of the kiss. Harry licked the bottom of the man's lip, asking for permission. The mouth opened a little wider and the Wizard stuck his tongue into the hot hole, tasting his lover. The moan he was awarded aroused him fully. Harry pushed his hard member again the man's body, earning him another groan.
The Wizard grinned and broke the kiss, opening his green eyes only to have glowing crimson stare back at him. "You never stop to amaze me," he muttered before burying his head into the man's neck.
"You smell so good," Harry moaned between kisses, letting his hands roam his lover's naked form. "You haven't been sneaking into my bathing chambers again have you?"
The man chuckled, letting another moan escape as Harry sucked on a sensitive spot. "Are you sure you haven't been sneaking into my bath chambers Harakhty," his lover replied in a husky voice, full of emotion and desire.
Harry raised his head at where it was buried into the man's neck. He raised an amused eyebrow at the pout on that cute face. Crimson eyes startled wide when the Wizard turned them around so his lover was lying beneath him, keeping the man in place with his legs. He pushed against the man's chest when his lover tried to raise himself. "This is punishment for your cheek," he replied huskily to the question in those crimson eyes.
Green eyes travelled over the smaller man's body, a playful smirk on his face. His lover squirmed slightly under his intense gaze and pout intensified. Harry bowed forward, placing a light kiss on those full lips before trailing light kisses down the man's neck and chest. Arriving at one nipple, he blew on it, earning a shiver and a soft moan. With a smirk Harry blew lightly on the other nipple as well. "Harakhty," his lover moaned, trying to push his hips up. The man's erect member touched Harry's own and the touch send a wave of pleasure through him.
Harry moaned, but moved up and out of reach. "Not yet," the Wizard whispered, giving the hard nipple a lick. "I'm not finished punishing you yet."
His lover groaned, pushing his delicate hands through Harry's raven locks. Harry licked at the rosebud, letting his teeth nip at it before sucking at it softly. The smaller man squirmed underneath him, moaning and begging Harry to do more. When the raven head himself couldn't take it any longer, he continued his way down.
Green eyes stared up into crimson eyes once more. They were clouded by lust and need, but also overflowing with love. Harry licked the man's erect member once, watching his lover's reaction. Crimson eyes widened and the smaller male tensed slightly, before letting out a shuddering breath. "H-Harakhty, p-please," the man begged, reaching with his hands.
Harry smirked before licking the man's shaft again, teasing his lover's balls with his hands. "Do you want this?" he asked teasingly, licking the man again before sucking a little on the top.
"Y-yes," the man stuttered, flushing and setting his pale skin on fire.
"I can't hear you," Harry said softly, blowing over the man's penis before licking it again. "What is it that you want?"
"P-please," his lover begged. Those delicate hand's reached for him again, but without raising himself Harry was just out of his lover's reach. "I want you Harakhty. I want you in your mouth. Please!"
Harry smiled, drinking in his lover's tender form. "Who am I to refuse such a plea from the one I love?" And he took the dripping member into his mouth.
…End dream sequence and lemon…
…
Harry combed with one hand through his hair, trying to forget the dream he had this morning. Since Yahya had appeared to him yesterday the Wizard hadn't been able to focus. The conversation was still playing through his head, tormenting him. What would happen when Yahya was summoned? Would he die like he should have done back in Egypt or would nothing happen at all? Since Harry was still alive, the Jackal should not be summoned completely when played as a card. Or could the souls of the Ka beasts really be summoned to the playing field? Then if so, what about Mahado, who had fused his Ba with his Ka and died, sealed into the stone slab for eternity. Was the Illusion Magician the same when summoned? Maybe he could try and find Mahado and see if it could summon the Ancient Court Magician fully.
The Wizard shook his head. He couldn't do that to his friend and teacher. Harry sighed and continued on his way to the city centre. Ishizu had given him the day off since he couldn't focus. The dream came back to the forefront of his mind again, making Harry shiver in anticipation. It had been the Pharaoh who he had made love to, he was sure of it.
As he absentmindedly waited for the light to turn green, the time-traveller wondered if he should have stayed in bed. Or at least gone with Ishizu to Kaiba Corporation. He could have annoyed the blue eyes genius and played a few games with Mokuba. When Teddy would arrive he was sure the Metamorphmagus would love the youngest of the Kaiba brother's. Harry wondered how Hermione would react in meeting Ishizu. Her annoyance with anyone who practiced Divination was legendary. It would certainly be something he didn't want to miss.
"Yugi!"
The cry startled Harry, making him turn towards the sound. It was a teenage girl and she was staring from across the road. He had heard that name before and always from the same man. Kaiba had called his rival in Duel Monster by the name of Yugi. But he had heard him use the same name the first time they had met in the Museum. The name belonging to the man he had recognised on the Ancient Stone. The man Kaiba had confused with his Pharaoh.
Harry turned again at the direction the girl was looking, forgetting that he was standing in the middle of the road. His heart rate sped up, thumping loudly in his ears. It was beating desperately against his chest, like his heart wanted to jump free from its restriction. His green eyes sparkled when they noticed a young body wrapped in dark clothes, a heavy looking golden object resting against it. His eyes widened when he recognised that eccentric hairstyle. Only one person could have a hairstyle like that and that was…
"HARRY!" someone shouted and the raven head turned just as a car slammed on its breaks. Something barrelled into the Wizard and Harry was flung onto the pavement just in time. The car still drove over his left foot, his right was luckily out of the way or it would have been hit too. Harry barely noticed that he cried out in pain, feeling to disorientated from when his head had smashed against the pavement.
The world spun around him, but Harry forced his eyes to remain open. He had to stay awake. He had to see if he had been right. If it had been his Pharaoh who had walked on this side of the road. The Wizard tried to turn his head, but his body refused to listen. Even his heart beat was slowing, discouraging Harry completely.
He could feel the ground tremble underneath him and faces Harry had never seen before hung over him. They were talking rapidly but the language they used was completely lost to him. It didn't frighten him though, there was something comforting about the language. It was almost as if he had once known it, but had no memory of using it. A soft, almost frantic voice, came from the people around him and suddenly a child was hanging over him. His violet eyes stared at him with a strange type of intensity he hadn't seen in a long time. They were kind and caring, piecing through his soul with such force it would have made him flinch had he known been able to move.
The young child's mouth moved in a calming rhythm making Harry smile faintly, zeroing in on his face. His eccentric hair swayed when he tilted his head questioningly. The Wizard's hand twitched as he fought to raise it. He wanted to touch that familiar face. The face of his lover. A blush was spreading over those pale cheeks, probably caused by Harry's intense stare.
Harry's smile widened and he felt the last of his strength fade away as a familiar voice called out his name. "I have finally found you my love," he whispered, not noticing that it was actually Ancient Egyptian. The last thing he saw was a confused flash of recognition in those violet eyes and a bunch of wild brown hair.
A/N: Aw, aren't I just evil! Next chapter Harry's family will be in Japan, meaning an over concerned Hermione, a laid back Ron and a hyperactive Teddy. Maybe more, we'll see. And Duel City will start.
