Trapped:

Rated: T

Pairings: Egyptshipping, one-sided Soulshipping and Raptureshipping

Warnings: Yaoi, some cussing, and sexual suggestiveness; nothing past kissing and hints though…

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the toons.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER START!

This part of the palace was eerily quiet, the setting sun reflected off the glass murals in the wall. Making streaks of light hit the floors in a zebra like pattern. The soft pattering of duel steps was the only thing that broke the silence, two men walked into view. Atemu held a very serious expression on his face…it was almost time.

"My Pharaoh you must relax," says the elderly man walking beside him.

"Solomon, I know," he paused and stopped walking Solomon stopped a few feet away turning back to look at his Pharaoh with his dulled amethyst eyes. "But the time to confront Dartz is near and…" he trails off.

Solomon sighed, "My Pharaoh if I may be so bold," Solomon fully turned to face his Pharaoh. He waited for Atemu to nod for him to continue. "You've have just meet this young man-"

"Queen, he is the Queen of Atlantis Solomon," Atemu interrupted.

"Of course my Pharaoh," he holds his hands behind his back. "You still don't know anything about him," Atemu was about to interject again but Solomon beat him too it. "You're attracted to his looks; his pretty face." Atemu closed his mouth. "What do you really know about Queen Heba," Solomon said the name Heba very quietly.

"Solomon.." Atemu stopped and thought for a moment. "Ahmose wanted you to meet him," Atemu says trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Ahmose," his voice was almost angry, "what does my brother have to do with this, my Pharaoh?"

"He said that you would know, when you saw him," Atemu says. Solomon was about to speak when a hard cough erupted in his throat. The man jerked forward holding one hand over his mouth and the other over his chest. "Solomon," Atemu rushed to the man's side, "You must not stress yourself you are still very weak from your sickness."

Solomon gave him stern look, "I am much stronger than I look My Pharaoh,"

"Solomon, please call me Atemu you are like family to me," Atemu sooths and Solomon's eyes lose their harshness.

"Do not think that I have forgotten about this Queen Heba of yours," Atemu groaned letting his shoulders slump. Solomon whacked him on the back. "Stand up! You are a Pharaoh! Not some crofter. Atemu rolled his eyes but stood straight up none-the-less. "Now tell me about this boy, if my brother mentioned him he must be something…. interesting about him."

Atemu's smirk turns into a genuine smile. "He is so interesting Solomon ," Atemu begins as they continue to walk towards their guests room. "Just when I think I know how he will react, he switches it up on me."

"I would think that had of behavior would get on your nerves, Atemu," Solomon jested.

"Oh, but it does," Atemu agrees, "but the way he does it…I don't know Solomon no matter what he does…I can't explain it," he grabs his golden bangs giving them a tug, Heba was such a challenge. He was fun though cause it seemed like he was playing with him. Treating him like a normal man, rather than the son of Ra, rather than a fearsome Pharaoh. If anything could Atemu love him just for that.

Solomon sighs, "You still don't know anything about him, and your country is more important than some mere crush," Solomon pours metaphorical bucket of cold water on Atemu's hot head. Steam is almost coming out of the young Pharaoh's ears, seeing how his father's advisor still seems to dought his judgment. "Solomon I hav-" he is cut off when he makes an 'oft' sound when he runs into Solomon who had stopped abruptly infront of him.

Atemu glared down at him and was about to give him a piece of his mind, until he watched Solomon silently raise his hand to point forward. Atemu followed the direction of his finger to see what he was pointing too. Atemu's eyes widen in alarm when he saw the ajar door, oh no, someone has discovered the person they had harboring for almost five years.

Atemu bolted past Solomon flinging the door open with a bang, he wanted whoever was down this hallway to know that they had been caught, and this place had been forbidden to normal staff. Oh Ra, what if an Atlantian had wondered in, they would recognize the man the instant that they saw him! If Dartz knew that his brother was here, everything would be ruined.

Solomon followed the Pharaoh slowly, his older body not being able to keep up with the young mans frantic pace.

Down the hallway a very interesting meeting was taking place….

Heba took a shaky step towards the unknown man. He was sitting straight up in bed that was positioned in front of a window; the man made no move to get up. Heba took another step forward and the man tilted his head to the left, his light blue locks falling over his shoulder. The magic strands swirled all around him; Heba looked down at the green stone that dangled around his neck, it seemed to be the epicenter of his magical flow.

"Who might you be?" he asked. The stone at the end of his necklace glowed brighter and the man quickly responded to it by looking down at it while taking the stone into his left hand.

Heba didn't know what to say, "Daddy," Xerxes says it for him, both Heba and the man looked at him in shock. Xerxes called this strange man his dad! Heba looked at the man sitting on the bed, who had turned his attention back to the glowing stone in his hands. Heba took a few more steps forward until he was standing beside the bed.

The blue haired man turned to him a curious look in his eyes. Heba took a good look at him and his eyes widened in shock. It was there, but he didn't know why. A bird made a whistling noise as it fluttered by the window and the man turned to look at it. The way the sun hit his eyes made the golden brown color flash yellow and that's when Heba knew.

This was Dartz elder brother Ironheart…Trident's first son that disappeared five years ago! What was he doing in Egypt? The way his hair draped down his back the shape of his eyes, nose, and chin where all like Dartz's the family resemblance was strong.

(A/N: I told you guys earlier that I had changed it up abit, yes I know that Ironheart is originally Dartz father.)

Xerxes gurgled at the man while reaching both of his small arms out wanting to be held by the person. The man turned back to them at the sound, he looked at Xerxes and smiled.

"I'm sorry little one," he leaned forward abit, "I'm afraid that I am still not quite strong enough to hold you."

Instead of asking the original Crown Prince of Atlantis 'What are you doing here?' Heba looked to the mans unmoving legs, concern and curiosity flood over him. "Can you not walk?" Heba asked instead. Ironheart pulled away from patting Xerxes on the head. He looked down at his feet.

He grew sad, "It's not that can't," he starts than pauses to look back to Heba sadness overwhelming his features in a silent beauty. "I'm just not confident that have the strength to move forward," he sighs and holds the stone again looking down into his lap.

Heba sets Xerxes down on the bed and he immediately crawls over Ironhearts lap to snuggle into him on his left side. Heba knelt down beside the bed and Ironheart looked between the two family members he never knew that he had.

Heba gave Xerxes a scolding look, but the soft look that washed over Ironhearts face at the touch made up for it. Heba smiled at him, "What happened," he simply asked.

Ironheart paused for a moment he slowly turned to Heba with a smile. He reached up he hand and patted Heba on the head. Heba was stocked the touch was so soft and it was warm; like it had a hidden affect behind it.

"Oh my," Ironheart says removing his hand.

"W-what?" Heba says in almost a whisper. He felt so sleepy now.

"Who would put such a charm, on you," he muses to himself. He places his hand under Heba chin having the other look him in the eyes. "I will help you," he says as his eyes and the stone around his neck start to glow.

"But I…" Heba voice trails as he falls into a trans like state. Xerxes looks at his mother with worry and looks up at Ironheart when said man pats his head in comfort.

"He will be fine, I promise," he gives him comforting words. "Now let's see who put on this charm and what kind of charm it is," he looks down to Xerxes. "Shall we?" he says, as if to ask the child's permission, and Xerxes nods.

He reaches out his hand towards Heba; Heba and the stone around his neck glow. After a few moments Ironheart let out a gasp and pushed himself against the window seal. "D-Dartz," he said shakily. Xerxes let out a squeak of anger at almost being ran over. That's when Ironheart gasped again and looked at Xerxes with fear now.

"You are Dartz's son," he said, but with some question in his voice. Xerxes tilted his head to the side a bewildered look crossed his face. He then smiled and held out his arms to be picked up.

He smiled at Ironheart, "Daddy," he said again. Ironheart's body started to shake, he held his own shoulders to keep him steady, he looked over to Heba; who was still in a daze. He stopped shaking as a look of ah lit up his features.

"I know, maybe I can find out something from you're memories," he leaned back over the bed to reach out to Heba. He pulled back at the last second, looking through his memories without his permission was wrong. Ironheart had already removed the charm which had been placed on the boy by his younger brother Dartz, just the thought of his name made vial rise in his throat.

He covered his mouth with his hand, five years. Five years had pasted how much longer was he going to be allowed to run away. He looked back over to Heba and decided to release the trance as he reached his hand back out and started to awaken Heba, the door slammed loudly breaking his concentration.

Ironheart released his grip on Heba's mind out of a startled reflex. Heba's body fell to the side, he was in a deep sleep due to only being partly brought out of the trance. "Ra damnit," Ironheart cursed as he leaned over the edge of his bed to look at the sleeping Heba.

"What's going on here!?" Atemu's voice exclaimed from the doorway.

"Pharaoh Atemu," Ironheart gasped out, as he pushed Xerxes behind him; he was his nephew after all. "I…he…"

"Heba," Atemu says running to the boys side. "What did you do Ironheart he's…" Atemu's next words caught in his throat. Ironheart didn't need to know that his brother was here, he might not be ready to face him.

"He was under a charm," Ironheart falls flawlessly into his almost mute facade. Atemu looked shocked, glancing between Heba and Ironheart. As Atemu's mind was raping around the possibilities of all that could have happened. Xerxes coo's by Ironhearts side and he quiets the boy.

It was, at this time, that Solomon joined our small group. The second the older man laid eyes on Heba he froze. His eyes bulged and his throat went dry, he was at a loss for words. The one thing that crossed his mind was these words. 'This is impossible.'

They were all so distracted in their own thoughts that no one noticed a black mass in the shadows crawl up the wall and out the doors to inform his master of his findings.

It slinks down the hallway and up the walls whenever servants passed by, he may be shadow but that didn't mean that being stepped on didn't hurt. He flowed into an empty hallway as he approached his destination. The shadow settled it's self firmly in one place. Once that had been done a young man appears to slowly come from out of the floor.

Once his body was fully solid he rolled his shoulders making them pop. That didn't work so he lightly hit on his shoulders with his fist, than popped his neck. That trick was convenient for getting around but it gave you such a kink in the neck. His blue-gray eyes scanned the hallway one more time before he headed for King Dartz's room. He smirked evilly to himself, the news that he had to deliver was going to make this very interesting, if he was right this development would speed things up abit. He knocked on the door three times before an 'enter' was heard. He turned into a shadow to slip under the door and solidified on the other side.

"What news do you have for me this time, Alister," the figure on the other side of the room asks.

"I think that you'll find what I have to say very interesting," he says giving his master the look over. "By the way nice look, going alittle more psycho than usual?" Dartz turns his now yellow eyes towards Alister.

"Do not mock me boy, or you shall join the others in the shadow realm," he hisses.

"Yes, my lord," Alister bows.

"What is your news," Dartz asks impatiently.

"It would seem that Ironheart survived." Dartz let out a low hiss. "And the Egyptians have been harboring him for the past five years it would seem."

"Really," the word comes out snake like, and a wicked grin crosses over his face. "We'll it would seem that the King of Atlantis is lucky," he sits down and rakes his long nails through his black hair.

"Master Zorc," Rafael says beside him, making Alister jump. When the hell had he gotten there? Rafael's purple eyes traveled across the room before landing on his master. "I believe it would be best if you didn't alter the King's body until we are back in Atlantis." Zorc gave Rafael a bored look but he changed his black hair back to Dartz's teal color and let his one yellow eye change back to green, completing Dartz's look.

Alister looks around the room, "Hey where's the shrimp?" he asks. He is answered with a swift kick to the gut and a growl.

"I am not short," Valon hisses.

"Gentleman please," Dartz drolls out. "Valon," he says after a moment of silence. "I need you to go to the shadow realm and retrieve something for me."

"What!" Valon stretches. "Why do I have to go, send Rafael not me!"

Dartz's eyes flash red with and anger and Valon retracts back. "You dare disobey me!" he states angrily. Valon shakes his head unable to speak and Alister snickers at him. Valon gives him a quick punch to the kidney silencing him.

Dartz narrows his eyes but turns away from his men to look out to the balcony outside the archway of their room. "I need Rafael by my side," he says, "and Alister is keeping an eye on my-the king's husband; Heba for me," he turns to Valon, "so this leaves only you to retrieve Dartz's mind from the shadow realm."

Valon glared down at the floor, he did not want to go into the shadows and find whatever was left of that humans mind. It was grunt work and he was not a grunt. His masters tone did not leave any room for argument though. Valon merely crossed his arms over his chest and cursed in his head as to not upset his master anymore than he already had. Why the hell couldn't he go get him; he was the one who had sent Dartz to the shadows in the first place.

"Alister," Dartz calls there attention with the name. Said person steps forward and bows before his king.

"Yes, my lord," he says with a bowed head.

"Go, and retrieve my husband," Alister's head shot up.

"But-, my lord," he begins to protest.

"I know that he is in the arms of the Pharaoh right now," he let his cheek rest on his hand. "I can't possibly leave 'my' husband in the arms of another man."

"Sire, if you have him openly retrieve the Queen," Dartz raises a hand to silence Rafael.

"I know, that he will know that I know his little secret," Dartz's smirked. "He wont do anything though…and you want to know why," his minions leaned in to hear their masters words. "Dartz has already stated that he does not want a war," his smirked widens as he remembers breakfast. "Atlantis will be the last country that they will think that has started this war." He laces his fingers infront of him. "I will not allow this world to have anymore peace, I will throw this world into chaos and feed off of it's dark energy, and little Heba shall be my prize." He was going to stop there but the confused looks of his subordinates made him continue, he didn't need them going off and killing Heba. "Being Egyptian his life will act as the one mercy I will give to the Egyptian people for bring about my creation."

"Why do you want him?" Valon blurts out. Dartz turns his attention fully to Valon his smirk turning into an insane grin.

"Heba is a being of light… though he does not know it yet, I will use his powers for my own, or if that can't be done I will make sure that his power is not used against me. Plus he will act as an emotional leverage against that little snot nosed prince who holds my millennium puzzle."

"Sire," Rafael says, Dartz holds his hand up again cutting him off.

"You have your orders, now go," Dartz pointed to the door.

"Yes Sire," all other questions had be 'thrown to the tide', as they say in Atlantis. Alister and Valon disappeared into the shadows as Rafael returned his attention to his master.

"Are all the preparations ready," Dartz asked tilting his head to the side.

Rafael bowed from the waist down, "of course Sire, all that you asked has been done," he answers.

"Excellent," Dartz says as he hands Rafael a small item, and Rafael disappears into the shadows aswell.

-Scenechange-

Solomon slowly stepped into the room his eyes not leaving Heba's sleeping form. He didn't want to believe; but all the proof in the world was laying on the floor, half cradled in the Pharaoh's arms right infront of him.

He felt his knees go weak and he wanted to cry, "Darius," he said weakly. The Atlantian prince and his Pharaoh both turned to the old man. Solomon fell to his knees beside the boy. "This isn't possible…"

Atemu leans in to hear, Solomon was speaking so softly. "Solomon, what are you saying?" Atemu asks the old advisor.

"My…son," Solomon says slowly. Atemu eyes widen in shock and he looks down at Heba sleeping in his arms.

"This is your son?" Atemu questions.

"No," Solomon shakes his head and Atemu is confused. "This one," he pats Heba's hair," this one is much too young to be Darius." He let his hand trace the outline of Heba's face, his wrinkled hands shaking. "But this boy is his exact image," the older mans voice began to crack.

Atemu never knew that Solomon had a son, he had never talked about having one. He never mentioned having a son, not even once. Atemu couldn't imagine why Solomon and his father never talked about it. Then again once the millennium items came into being, when he was but an infant , his father seemed to slowly change growing darker until…Atemu closed his eyes and shook his head. Now was not the time for such memories.

Atemu held Heba up to a setting position. "Can you wake him?" he asks not even looking at Ironheart, even though the question was directed at him.

"He is Dartz's husband, is he not," Ironheart asked. Atemu's head snapped in Ironheart's direction. The blue haired man didn't look at the Pharaoh, he was too ashamed with the way he was thinking.

Dartz had hurt him, his hand tightly gripped the sheets until his knuckles started to turn white. Atemu's mouth fell agape; he hadn't wanted Ironheart to know of his younger brother's presence yet. He looked down to Heba, was it Heba who had told him?

"Yes," Atemu answered sternly, knowing exactly what Ironheart was thinking. Atemu sighed through his nose. "I know how you must feel Ironheart-"

"No," Ironheart shook his head pressing Xerxes harder into his side. If Heba was his brother's husband than that meant that, this child was Dartz's son; his nephew.

"Ironheart, you must listen to me; Heba doesn't know what happened to you, what your brother did to you. He is innocent in all this, he should not be punished for his husband's sins." Ironheart turned to look at Atemu, knowing that the young Pharaoh was right.

He lightens his grip on Xerxes the infant lets out a sigh of relief. Large amethyst eyes meet crimson and Atemu's eyes almost bulged. Who was this? Xerxes looked at Atemu in wonder but shied away from him behind Ironheart's night cloths. Ironheart gave the infant a soft smile and patted his head.

Atemu would have to come back to this one later, his brain could not handle this right now, he turned to look back to see Solomon's sadden expression, then back to Heba's sleeping face, what had happened to Darius?

"That won't be necessary," a new voice says and everyone looks towards the door. A man wearing a hooded cloak was leaning against the door frame.

"Who are you?" Atemu asks in a demanding tone trying to sound intimidating. The man in the doorway scoffed and turned to smirk at the Pharaoh.

"Down kitten," he coos, "I have come on orders from his majesty; King Dartz to retrieve his beloved husband," the man points to Heba's sleeping form.

"Dartz…" Ironheart says holding Xerxes closer again. The man's blue-gray eyes look over towards Ironheart.

"That's right," he says slowly and smirks even wider, "and he knows that you are here too." Ironheart looks at the man in fear while Atemu places Heba down on the floor then turns to glare at him.

"He knows," Atemu says standing straight making himself seem taller.

The man scoffs again, "nice try 'pharaoh'," he says in mocking voice, "but the shadows are far more scarier than you." The man lifts his arms up and the whole room is cast in shadows.

"What in Ra's-," Atemu is cut off by the blackness and only the mans dark chuckling could be heard.

"What's going on!" Ironheart yells as Xerxes beings to cry.

"Ra damnit," Atemu curses as he tries to move but stubs his toe. "ENOUGH!" he yells. He concentrates on the millennium puzzle and it beings to glow. "Shadows, a command you…DISPRUSE!" he commands. The shadows seem to falter but they remain. "What," Atemu was now royally confused; no pun intended.

A wicked laugh rolls through the air, "You… command me, please," the mans voice scoffs at him. "I only obey my master, the true lord shadows…" his voice echoes throughout the room.

"And who is your master?" Atemu asks controlling his anger, he wouldn't lose his temper let alone give his enemy the pleasure of seeing him squirm.

"The master of shadows, king of the dark realm is known as Lord Zorc, so let me ask you something 'oh powerful Pharaoh'," he mocked again. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

END CHAPTER

Write you later,

-Rose