Misao: Re-reading through this story, I've decided to take some time to do some serious editing to it. As many have pointed out before, there's many spelling and grammar errors and it even bothered me to notice them as I read through it. XD So, I plan on fixing that.
Also, I'm changing it so that Thief King Bakura will just be called "Touzoku" rather then Akefia. For some reason, that name now irks me though it never did before. XD -weird- I'll fix that in my previous chapters once I get to editing them.
Pairings: Thief King Bakura x Yami, Pharaoh Atemu x Bakura
Disclaimer: Well since it's says "Disclaimer" I obviously don't claim to own it.
Warnings: Yaoi (guy/guy relationships) If you have a problem with that, don't read this. If you don't like that and do read this, don't bitch to me about it because you've been warned. And lots of cursing, the yami's have no control over their use of foul language.
Love That Transcends Time
Chapter 8
[Yami's POV]
A yawn forces it's way past my lips as I slowly drift back into consciousness, warm with the strong arms that are wrapped loosely around my waist-
Wait.
My eyes snap open and immediately I'm struck with a feeling of overwhelming panic and confusion - since obviously waking up to arms around me isn't something I'm used to. Mind still muddled with sleep, I'm just about to jump up when I catch sight of the gold adorned hands connected to those arms - and suddenly it all comes back to me in an instant and I immediately calm down.
Right, I persuaded the Thief King to share the couch with me so we wouldn't freeze to death.
I suppose somewhere deep down I had been hoping - praying more like it - that this entire ordeal was merely just a bad dream - a really fucked up, completely whacked out and in no way what so ever funny, dream. Or perhaps nightmare would be a better suited word for it…
I hear an incoherent mumble from the one against me, and the arms around my waist tighten in what was almost a possessive way and a shudder courses through me when his face nuzzles into my neck. Completely in utter disgust of course, I don't want the Tomb Robber all over me like this. I'm not going to lay here and be his teddy bear! And for all I know, he could wake up and decide to slit my throat finding himself in such a position just to make sure no one ever hears of it.
Not that I'd want it to get out either, I'd never hear the end of it. Ra only knows what Bakura's reaction would be, probably freak out and accuse me of trying to seduce him or some such nonsense…
I can't deny though that I'm strangely comfortable at the moment - even if I'm in the arms of a crazy psycho. Yes, I do realize how that sounds but I'd rather not think about it and end up questioning my unquestionably sane state of mine. It's warm here at least - yes, that's exactly the reason as to why I'm not moving, and no other - and I'm silently dreaded having to get up and face the cold. I had turned the heater off last night to preserve the battery, so I know it'll be even more unbearable then before…
My mind drifts… I can't help but be plagued with curiosity knowing that Bakura… well, Touzoku - both of them for that matter - know more about myself then I do. It's so unnerving - knowing that answers are so close, but far from easy to obtain - even more so after learning some extremely vague details of my past. It just makes me that much more determined to know.
Such as the scars on the Thief Kings body.
Scars that were the result of my orders.
Was I really so cruel? I try to tell myself things were different back then, but I'd always hoped that I had been a kind ruler. I never believed any of those snide comments Bakura would make, thinking he was only trying to rile me up or that it was only his perspective alone of me since he's always hated me.
And that's another mystery all together. Why he hates me. I know there's a deeper reason then just my orders to have him punished, it's obvious he was going after me long before that which put him in the situation. I made a mistake by mentioning I lost my memories, I could have gotten something out of Bakura's past self - but knowing his present counterpart doesn't want me to know he's not going to cave. Bakura himself almost slipped and said something during their conversation over the radios - almost.
I want answers. Am I not entitled to know why someone hates me with such a passion? Despite the fact Bakura's no longer out for my blood and has settled for being overall very annoying, I still deserve a reason.
I'm hoping I can get answers from my past self, if Bakura hasn't threatened him into silence. Though, I get the feeling the former me wouldn't take such threats the same. From what I've heard with the way Touzoku speaks of him - err, me - I was a sadistic bastard. It's kind of hard to think of myself that way, I can only imagine what it will be like to come face to face with myself…..
I'm startled out of my deep thoughts by a sudden loud bang. Before I even have time to so much as react I find myself being pushed - intentionally or unintentionally I can't be sure - off the couch as the Tomb Robber shoots up with a snarl. I cry out in surprise not having expected it and let out a loud 'OOF!' as I land in a tangled heap on the floor.
"Sweet mother of OSIRIS, Tomb Robber! Spazz, much?" I mutter angrily, sending him a glare which he can't see since he's glancing around in the semi-darkness - semi since it's light outside now and light from the windows upstairs is shining down and giving us something to work with - looking alert and suspicious. I wiggle my way out of the blankets with my difficulty, grumbling to myself as I stand up and regard the startled Tomb Robber.
His grayish-purple eyes turn to me, a sneer forming on his lips and he opens his mouth to say something when another loud bang resounds - and we both jump slightly - heads jerking to the stairs as we pinpoint the noise coming from the second level.
It doesn't stop there however, one bang after another that soon becomes somewhat frantic. I glance over my shoulder at the Tomb Robber, seeing that he's standing now and looking very tense; on guard. "Stay here…" I murmur, heading towards the stairs and stalking up them cautiously as the incessant banging continues on.
I hear a snort from behind me, and I don't have to look back to know he's following, "What part of STAY don't you understand?" I huff. Stupid thief, can't even listen to one damn thing I say. I hope whatever's up here scares the living shit out of him and has the mighty tomb raider cowering like he did to some of the appliances he discovered.
Okay so maybe he didn't cower exactly, but I can over dramatize his reactions to them if I WANT. I need to get some form of amusement out of this….
"The part where you tried to tell me what to do." He snaps back , and I suddenly get this hilarious - and highly tempting - mental image of myself turning around and pushing him down the stairs. Wouldn't be back talking too much after that, now would he?
Unless he survived, because then I doubt I'd be laughing to much either.
Ignore him, Yami… I tell myself, He's just trying to get your riled up. Such a shame it was, we had been getting along rather well for a while there. Sort of. As along as I suppose we'll ever get. So much gratitude from the one who's LIFE I saved….It's heartwarming, really.
Creeping down the hall towards the banging - which has gotten louder as we near the room it's coming from - Yuugi's grandfathers room to be exact - I can't help but wince slightly as the floor creaks underneath me. I hear the Tomb Robber mutter something about how I'd have made a terrible thief back in Egypt - but I ignore him once again as I peek into the room.
The banging has stopped. I furrow my brows in confusion, listening carefully and I think I hear voices. Voices that sound like their arguing… But how could that be? The entire town is still buried in snow, no one would be crazy enough to-
That's when another bang resounds and both Touzoku - who stood nonchalantly in the doorway slightly in front of me obviously no longer caring to be sneaky - and I snap our heads in the direction of the window. The blinds are down in this particular room so we can't see what's outside of the window.
Curious more then anything now, I walk the short distance to the window and waste no time in pulling the shades up.
"Holy shi-!" I yelp, heart leaping in my chest and I stumble back and nearly fall on my ass, but arms are suddenly around my waist and I fall back into a strong, shirtless chest instead. I hear as well as feel the reverberating chuckles from the Tomb Robber, and tilt my head back to send him an agitated glare, not finding it as funny as he did.
Obviously he doesn't take too well to my lack of show of thanks for catching me, and I promptly let out another yelp as I find myself flat on my ass after he releases me with a snort. I shoot him a dirty look from my completely undignified position on the floor, opening my mouth to say something I knew would probably give Yuugi's grandfather a heart failure if he ever heard it coming from me, but suddenly the banging starts up again and my attention is quickly brought back to the source of my near-heart attack.
How would YOU react if you just came unexpectedly face to face with someone who looks just like yourself? I'm sure that doesn't happen to anyone too often. Unless you have a twin - or a hikari - that is.
I quickly scramble up - getting over my shock as Bakura's angry face suddenly appears in the window - looking half-frozen and from his expression I'd say he's about ready to break the window in a about two seconds. I unlock the window, pushing it up with my palms….
Only to realize it won't budge.
"For the love of RA, Pharaoh! Hurry the bloody hell up! We're going to be DEAD by the time you let us in!" I hear Bakura shouting - though slightly muffled - from the other side of the window, banging on the glass again.
"I'm TRYING! It's stuck!" I explain, as if he can't already figure that one out for himself as he watches me struggle to open it! Like he has room to bitch, he apparently couldn't even open it himself since he's obviously not in here. I have half a mind to leave it to him to figure out - but unfortunately that would effect me as well.
"Back off and let me do it, Pharaoh."
I blink, pausing in my struggles to open the window to look over my shoulder at Touzoku…
Just as he decides to shove me out of the way, but I manage to catch myself rather then give him the satisfaction of having me fall in an undignified heap on the floor a SECOND time.
"Your not going to get very far with it, you don't look like you have a single muscle in your body." he sniggers, throwing me a cocky smirk over his shoulder.
Pffft. Like he'll get any farther then I-
You know, I'm really glad I didn't voice that out loud. I hate being wrong. And I hate that the thief didn't look like he even strained a nicely toned muscle to do it. And I really hate that smug look he sends me as he takes a step back to allow the two room to climb in.
"NEVER AGAIN, Tomb Robber! I am never listening to you again!" Are the first words out of 'my' mouth as they both climb through and fall to the floor in a cold, wet heap. They both look like they'd be frozen over if stuck out there for another minute. And I can't suppress a shiver as the wind blows through the open window, so I quickly snap at Touzoku to shut it.
"Oh quite your complaining, Pharaoh. We made it here alive, didn't we?" Bakura snarls, shaking his head in manner that reminds me of a dog to get the snow from his hair. I decide not to make any animal comments towards him right now, though since we're already at each others throats. Well, him and my past self.
This is starting to give me a headache already.
"Barely…" My past self spits back at him, sitting up and looking as if he's trying to compose himself and regain some dignity, while Bakura opts to stay sitting on the floor - too cold to even move, I bet.
I suddenly find myself staring…. Even after dealing with Bakura's past self for a few days, and having come to terms with the situation it's still hard to comprehend that I'm in the same room as myself from millennia ago.
I was sort of expecting a more drastic difference - since Bakura and his past self look almost nothing alike save for their white hair. But my past self and I are practically identical. The only differences I can see blatantly is our skin tone - obviously. His hair is somewhat wilder too….
I have so many questions I want to ask. I refrain however, deciding it best to focus on keeping him and Touzoku from killing each other. A snarl - and I'd swear those two, meaning Bakura and his past self - were some sort of rabid animal with that noise they make all the time - was what broke me from my trance. I noticed immediately that Touzoku had a murderous gleam in his eyes as he stood back and glared daggers at my other.
"If those nasty looks of yours could kill, I'd be dead already. You can give up now." I turn to see myself glaring in kind at the Tomb Robber, an air of superiority about him despite the fact that he's failing at repressing his shivers - but still somehow manages to look dignified.
Damn, I was cocky, wasn't I?
Or do I still come off like that? I wonder…
"Maybe not, but I do know what can kill you." Touzoku hisses back, taking a step forward in my future self's direction. Not even together for five minutes and there's impending violence? Unfortunately I get the feeling that this is a sign of what we're going to be dealing with for… however long.
I can't help but wonder; is this how Yuugi and Ryou feel when Bakura and I constantly go at it whenever in the same room together?
I should intervene. I really should. Even though my past self looks absolutely un-intimidated as the taller white haired fiend stalks closer to him, unfaltering in a glare that clearly says 'Yeah I'd like to see you try anything.' I myself would have admittedly been just a bit unnerved if I had Touzoku coming towards me with the intent to kill….
Just a bit. And of course that bit of information I'd never admit out loud.
"Okay guys." I quickly step in between them not even a second before Touzoku gets close enough to strike, my back facing my past self. I'm not stupid enough to turn my back to the thief, after all. "You can try and kill each other again when we figure out how to fix this mess. Until then, I think it's best if we all try to get along, and probably stick with our own counterparts to avoid arguments…Right, Bakura?" I address the thief I'm familiar with, but it suddenly occurs to me that Bakura has been unusually quiet the past few minutes. I tilt my head a bit and look behind the Pharaoh to the spot where I last saw Bakura - only to find him on the floor, propped up against the wall beneath the window they'd crawled through. But what has me suddenly worried is the fact that he looks unconscious.
"Bakura?" I try again, and receiving no answer I quickly step around my past self and walk over to the still form of the Tomb Robber. "Hey, shit head." I nudge him a bit with my foot, hoping insults will get a reaction.
Still nothing.
"Did the thief pass out again?" I hear my past self ask in a exasperated voice.
"Again?" I question, turning my attention back to myself
My tanned counterpart nods, looking a bit annoyed. "He's been exceptionally difficult to deal with as he's been ill. He passed out once before, but I have no knowledge of modern sickness so I do not know what is wrong with him."
"So then he gets the bright idea for you two to frolic around in the snow? What an idiot…" I shake my head in disbelief of Bakura's genius. He'd sounded terrible when we'd talk to them earlier, coughing and sneezing and overall miserable. Why would he venture out in this weather?
I scrutinize his unconscious form further, noticing his alarmingly pallid complexion - alarming because he was normally ghostly pale as it was - and the not so subtle trembling. He had a few layers on, but from what I could tell they were soaked through none the less, his hair as well..
Well damn me to Amenthes[1] and back. Wait, no. Just leave me there and let Ammut devour my soul for all I care, because what I'm going to have to do next may result in my untimely, and most likely painful and gruesome death…
"We're going to have to get him out of those wet clothes…" I mutter aloud, shifting to balance on my knees and gently pull the thief's limp body forward into a sitting position. I pray that Bakura remains unconscious, the last thing I need is him waking up to me undressing him and getting skinned alive.
"Hey! Get your filthy, pampered paws off! No ones undressing me!" Touzoku - who'd been silent up until now - suddenly shouts. I look over my shoulder to see the Tomb Robber stalking closer, scowling down at me and looking ready to pull me away should I do so anyways.
I'm about to reply when my counterpart steps between us, blocking the thief's path. "He's trying to help, in case you haven't notice." He points out, crossing his arms and though I can't see his face I'm sure he has a snide expression simply from his tone, "You should kindly accept the fact that he's willing to do so for a filthy commoner such as yourself. "
I'm torn between wanting to slap myself - myself being the other me, and not literally myself of course - for being a prick and provoking Touzoku's wrath, and being highly amused . I probably shouldn't be - amused, that is - as I'd always believed myself to be a kind Pharaoh and am now finding out that I was… an asshole, for lack of a better term.
I'm sure despite my past's self's cockiness and somewhat sadistic nature, I meant my country well and did just as many good things.
I hope.
"If he's so easily brought down by something so pathetic as an illness, then he deserves to suffer." The white haired thief huffs as my past self turns from him to kneel next to me, peering at the paler one curiously. I sigh a bit, Touzoku was obviously miffed about that fact that his future self is displaying any sort of weakness - it makes him look bad too, after all.
It's always about pride with these two, I swear…. I though Seto Kaiba's ego was big, but compared to these two it's nothing. At least with Kaiba's there isn't a epically gigantic explosion when you so much as bruise his. He just takes the blows silently, and then goes off to pout about it in private and plot the epic victory of his that will never happen. Bakura - and his past self apparently - will just outright attempt to murder you.
"You do realize this is yourself your talking about, right?" I point out, raising an amused eyebrow. I mentally try to remind myself that my past self aggravates him enough and I shouldn't egg him on further…
"I'll be damned if either of you two get the pleasure of stripping me." I blink as I hear the sudden mumbles in that all too familiar dark, gruff voice and glance down at the one I'm currently supporting.. Dark eyes slide open and pin us both with a weary glare - albeit it doesn't come off very threatening. "And will you stop crowding me? Your pompous, royal aura's are the only thing that's making me sick."
If he doesn't stop being such a little bitch, this pompous Pharaoh is going to shove a foot right up his skinny white ass. How's that for stuck up?
I comply to his wishes however, releasing him and backing off slightly. My past self does the same, muttering something about thieves and ungratefulness, which is followed by yet another growl from Touzoku who apparently heard the insult, but I ignore the two for the moment.
"Bakura, you look like your about to drop dead. You should-"
"I'm fine." He insists stubbornly, shrugging the hand which I had placed on his shoulder off. I sigh to myself, knowing better then to try and force help on him. I've learned many things about Bakura since we'd acquired our own bodies - one of those things being that he absolutely detests looking weak in front of anyone, and I know in front of myself especially. He'd probably rather die a slow, painful death before he accepted my help.
That, of course, didn't mean I wouldn't force him to accept it. His hikari would have a fit if I just let him roll over and die. I doubt Yuugi would be too happy with me either and I don't want to spoil his vacation with such 'tragic' news.
Okay, so I don't really wish death on Bakura. I'm just being hateful because this entire situation is stressing me out and his attitude isn't helping.
"You at least need to get out of those wet clothes, Bakura. If your sick, then-"
"Don't try and tell me what I need to do, Pharaoh. And don't try to act like you give a shit for the sake of looking like the good guy." I'm cut off yet again, a frown tugging at my lips at Bakura's words. He forces himself up - with a difficulty he tries valiantly to hide - and shoves past me, bag in hand. As he storms out the bedroom door, he roughly grabs a hold of his past self's arm and yank the bewildered thief out with him.
A growl rises low in my throat as a sudden anger rises within me. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I try to be nice to the thief, it blows up in my face and he's nothing but a complete jerk! Before I can stop myself, I find myself yelling after him in an amazing display of maturity, "Ugh! FINE. Go ROT in a corner for all I care, you ungrateful bastard!"
"Even after 3000 years the Tomb Robber is still violent, disrespectful, stubborn and utterly rude." My pasts self growls out, catching my attention and I turn to him, seeing him glaring towards the door where the two thieves disappeared. I'm tempted to follow just to make sure Bakura doesn't keel over, but seeing as how Touzoku is with him, and considering I'm pissed off I think keeping distance between us for now is a smart idea.
Since Bakura has taken off with his past self, this would probably be a good opportunity for me to speak with my own.
"He's gotten worse, in my opinion." I reply in a grumble, moving to sit on the edge of Yuugi's grandfathers bed. I might as well get comfortable, since I intend for this to be a lengthy discussion if we're not interrupted. "I found his past self to be much easier to deal with, surprisingly enough."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side a bit as he spared me a glace - looking amused. "Funny… I find your Tomb Robber to be more tolerable. Not to mention…" His lips suddenly twitch up into a smirk - and there something strangely mischievous and lewd about it. "Far prettier. I was thinking to myself earlier what a gorgeous slave he would make. A stunning jewel he would be in comparison to the rest of my harem."
I think I just threw up a bit in the back of my throat, and resist the urge to gag at what I just heard. Not so much the harem part - I had researched out of curiosity and I didn't doubt that I was any exception to Ancient Egypt customs. What he had said about Bakura, however… that's what bothered me. Is my past self seriously lusting after Bakura!? "You have got to be kidding me…" I choke out, words laced with disgust. I mean, come on…. SERIOUSLY?
"You cannot deny the thief's beauty~" He replies coolly, pulling at his shirt and making a face as the cold, wet clothing sticks to his skin. Opting to remove the shirt, he continues. "Foul-mouthed and destructive he may be, but he's graced with stunning features that his rough attitude brings to life in a way that makes him both unapproachable but desirable. And he has the deceiving face of an angel in his sleep. He's truly a mysterious and delectable creature."
I'm stunned into silence by the end of his little discourse, simply staring at him unable to really think of what to say to that as he rummages through the bag he had brought with him, tugging a long sleeved shirt over his head after regarding the - what I'm sure was strange to him - garment.
"You know he'd slit your throat if he heard you say such things." I mutter finally, mind still reeling and disturbed by what I was hearing. Of course I couldn't deny that Bakura was attractive - that much was a given to anybody who looked at him - but for my mind to go any further then admitting he's good looking is simply… ugh.
"A shame there's such animosity between the Tomb Robber and I, isn't it?" He sighs in a manner that's obviously purposefully over dramatized. "So many possibilities if only he wasn't out for my blood."
Now, I realize, is a good time to question and finally receive answers as to why he's out for my blood. It would also redirect this conversation from the disturbing one we're currently engaged in. "What happened…" I begin asking quietly, "To make him hate me - you - us, in the first place?" I look at him with curious eyes.
"Ah, that's right…" He murmurs thoughtfully. "Your memories were shattered." He looks thoughtful, and now dressed in dry clothing he tosses the bag aside, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. I take it that Bakura had filled him in as I did for Touzoku. Surely knowing I've been kept in the dark, he'll answer all my questions and help me regain my memories.
I wait in silence, wondering why he hasn't spoken yet or if it's really so complicated he's trying to figure out how to word it. But what he finally says, was something I never expected. "I cannot tell you that." When those words leave his mouth, my hopes come violently crashing down at that. What!? What does he MEAN he can't tell me that!? Of course he can!
"You can't tell me!?" I cant refrain the aggravated growl that's clear in my tone.
He sighs a bit, looking contemplative once more and I hope maybe he'll change his mind.
Wishful thinking.
"While I do not much care for the Tomb Robber, or his wishes, this is a matter I feel is not within my place to tell…" He speaks carefully, as if trying to decide how he wants to put this. "Though I do not understand why he would keep this from you, and continue to torment you without providing a reason, I suspect he has his own. This is between you and him. He will tell you when he wishes to do so."
I feel this inexplicable urge to strangle myself, and at the same time I'm overcome with an overwhelming feeling of defeat. I've tried countless times to get Bakura to tell me - and failed miserably. I tried to get it out of Touzoku, and he wouldn't tell me. And now, a person who is technically ME, just from another time, wont even tell me? I feel hopeless all of the sudden, like giving up on ever figuring it out. "What sense does that make!?" I ground out in frustration, "The fact that's he's tormented me this long is reason enough to tell me! I think I deserve that much, at least."
My former self doesn't look the least bit effected by my clear anger towards him for withholding information from me, and simply shrugs. I don't really like him shrugging my anger off so easily… "Just know that it is not your fault. The Tomb Robbers anger and hatred - while justified - is misguided. He seeks revenge for what he lost, but without the source of his tragedy, he's turned his vengeance to the next best thing."
I feel myself growing further irritated, wishing someone would just outright TELL me what exactly this tragedy is and stop beating around the damned bush. I thought for sure, being that we're the same person for Ra's sake, I could get information on my past, as well as Bakura's. I'm getting really frustrated that everyone I'm around knows things I do not.
I force myself to calm down, knowing that letting my irritation get the best of me and taking it out of myself isn't the best of ideas. It's unlike me to get angered so easily, and to get angry at myself like this seems a tad ridiculous. However the fact that all this even happened is ridiculous in itself….
Taking a deep breathe, I decide to let it go for the moment. I can always try again later. We'll have plenty of time to discuss the matter I'm sure, since we're stuck with them until we figure out how to reverse this. And Ra only knows how long that could take.
And at the very least, I can perhaps get answers to other questions I have.
"But, if his anger is justified, then why was he punished? Those scars-"
"You must understand." He interrupts me, bringing up a jeweled hand to massage his temples, "It's a very delicate situation. We cannot blame him for wanting penance for his suffering, but neither can we condone his cruel actions. Thievery, pillaging and murder are heinous crimes which cannot go unpunished. I could have sentenced him to far more severe penalties, if anything I've been lenient due to his circumstances."
"But to murder Marik…?" Remember my earlier conversation with the Tomb Robber, and how his demeanor had changed, sadness thick in his voice as he talked about the loss of the blonde… and the look of hope in is eyes when I promised I'd take him to Marik once the snow melted. His unexpected thanks…
"That was not by my own order. Though Mariku betrayed me, death was a punishment I never intended for either of them unless I had no other option. One of my high Priests took it upon themselves to decide the Tomb Keepers fate, and he was properly reprimanded for stepping out of place. "
I'm glad to know I had some semblance of compassion - as miniscule as it seems to have been. Though my pasts self promise that the priest responsible for Marik's death had had been properly 'reprimanded' didn't sit right with me. What, did he just get a slap on the hand and told, 'No, that was bad. Don't do it again', and that was that? It sounded that way….
It looks like our conversation will have to be put on hold, I realize as we're interrupted by the more masculine of the two white haired ones. Touzoku struts into the room donning that same annoyed look that I'd swear it was a permanent expression, "Are you sure we're the same person?" He asks, fixing his gaze on me.
"Well, yeah… why?"
"He passed out. Again."
I let out a sigh. Why are the gods so cruel as to leave me to deal with all this? Isn't saving the world a more then a handful of times enough a reason to give me some peace once in while?
Misao: OMG. -collapses- YEARS LATER. I GET ANOThER ChAPTER OUT. I'm so proud of me, not only for getting it done, but for the fact that it's a pretty decent length too. Consider it a way to make up for the shortness of the newest chapter I posted for Ana Ohebak. XD This was surprisingly a lot easier to get back into, which is strange because I thought AO would be easier. I'm pretty confident that even after years of neglect, I managed to keep to their characters in this fic to match with the previous chapters. But of course, reviews would be lovely and please let me know if you guys feel the same or think I failed at it and totally butchered the flow. XDDD haha.
ON another note, I've miraculously remembered EXACTLY where I was going with this fic, and I really hope I can keep up with frequent updates and finish this, and AO. If I manage to keep up with these two pretty well, I may update some of my others. XD But one step at a time… I might have to hire someone to harass the ever loving crap out of me if I become neglectful again….
[1] - In Egyptian Mythology, Duat (or Tuat) (also called Akert, Amenthes, or Neter-khertet) is the underworld.
