Fair warning. This chapter is long, but I felt it was important it stay together rather than separate it into parts.

What's this? Freaky magic? In a Yugioh Fic? No. Wait. Yes. Absolutely. Enjoy.

-BB

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The next morning, Roland quietly delivered a package that had arrived while the pair laid lazily between the sheets well into the morning.

"I should go…." She groaned, and he buried his face in her neck, wrapping his arms around her middle.

"No."

She chuckled and stretched, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"I know my darling, but it must be done. I'll be missed before long."

"I'll miss you." He told her.

"You're so sweet." She murmured, offering him a soft kiss to his hair before gently pulling herself free. She stretched and collected her dress off the floor.

"You can take a pair of sweats and a t-shirt if you'd rather." Seto told her, flopping back on his bed to stretch.

"Really?" She looked at him in gratitude. "That would be lovely, Seto. Thank you."

"Left hand side on the bottom." He gestured lazily to his closet and she vanished into it while he rolled himself out of bed. She returned with a pair of shorts for him and a pair of his sweats over her hips.

"Thank the gods you're a bloody tree, otherwise there's no way I'd fit anything of yours." She said as she tugged down a KC promo shirt.

He chuckled as he pulled the shorts over his hips and stood. "If I wanted a woman the same shape as me, I suspect it wouldn't be a woman."

"Oh don't be so dismissive. There's plenty of tall skinny women out there." Said Flynn with a chuckle.

"But they are not my taste." He tugged her in and grabbed a hand of each of her thick cheeks. She was so soft.

She laughed and draped her arms around his neck. "You like those mum hips, hmm?"

"I don't like them thin as a wafer if that's what you're referring to." He gave her a swat and watched in satisfaction as the cheek in question gave a jiggle.

She laughed and pulled apart to collect her dress and fold it neatly while he tended to the package just inside his door.

It was marked with a number of stickers, with a shipping label. Egypt. The return address was for Cairo. Under the label was a letter.

'Kaiba.

Please forgive me, but this package isn't for you. It's for Flynn. I couldn't risk Bakura possibly getting his hands on it. Please ensure it makes it into her care personally.

Ishizu Ishtar.'

"This is for you." Said the brunet, looking to his lover. Flynn raised a brow.

"For me?"

"From Ishizu. She said she didn't want Bakura to get his hands on it." Flynn's face flicked from curiosity to irritation, but that ease back to the former as she approached.

"Perhaps they found something in his tomb… or those pictures. Wonder what it could be."

She pulled the tape with expert hands and crouched as it opened. It was filled with packing peanuts, and inside was a bubble wrapped box.

She unwrapped it. It was a dark wood with a golden eye on the top. Inside was the Millennium Necklace.

She dropped it, her hands shaking. Kaiba frowned. "Koi?"

"It's alright love, just…" She didn't finish. Inside was another letter, this one addressed to her.

"Flynn… It's not my place to tell you the story of your former life… This has been waiting for you to ask. Tread lightly. It's not our place to interfere with destiny."

Flynn curled her lip and grabbed the necklace from the case.

Kaiba felt a swell of panic. This wasn't just jewelry. "Flynn wait-"

There was a flash, and the swirl of light and color.

Seto looked around. Egypt. Of course. Flynn was at his side, looking dazed. "Flynn?"

She shook herself and looked up. They were both fully dressed. Seto in his outfit from Battle City, and her in a vest and button up. As they thought of themselves. She had the necklace clenched in one fist.

"Bloody hell... I'm sorry Seto." She uncurled her fingers to see the necklace glowing. "Looks like we're going on a bit of a journey."

His hand came out and she took it immediately with her free one. "I'm with you."

Before them there was a small group of people, and the call of voices drew their attention. The language wasn't one Kaiba actually knew, but he seemed to have no issue understanding it in his mind.

"It's quite simple! Just slip into the palace and get the rod! If you're caught, say you were looking for food. They won't kill you for that." The voice was immediately placeable and upon study, the image of a red clad Bakura stood out from the crowd.

Flynn moved and Seto followed. The woman Bakura was barking at was in a long cloak to protect herself from the sun, but her hood was pulled down, showing her features. She was tan, but it seemed more environmental than natural, with faint lines along the straps of her sandals where pale skin peeked through. Her eyes were a vibrant green, and Flynn immediately looked at Seto before looking back to ensure she didn't miss anything.

"The cost of thievery is death you fool! Either way if I am discovered I'll be killed. One comes from hanging, and the other from the High Priest's guard! You just want me to do your dirty work." She hissed.

"Of course, you stupid woman!" Hissed Bakura, his hand lashing out to strike the side of her face, knocking her back. He grabbed her forearm and yanked her back to him. "You're mine. Do you understand? I could have left you a filthy slave, but I freed you. You work for me." Bakura's lips split in a sick grin.

"Perhaps if you do this, I'll give you the pleasure of being my wife…That's more than any former slave could ask for."

"Throw me into a pit, I'd rather die." She hissed, her lips puckering and a wad of spit landing on the Thief's face.

Bakura threw her away and landed a hard kick to her side. "Get going, and I'd better not see your face unless you have the Rod."

The woman got up, dusted off her cloak and started toward the shining palace in the distance.

Time worked forward, and the sun vanished. They watched the woman scale the tall palace walls. They seemed able to walk right through, and they watched her stealth past a set of patrolling guards, a pair of officials, and a litter of women returning to their rooms.

Finally she slipped into a bed chamber, and they followed. The room was elaborate, belonging to someone important by the amount of gold accessories. A dummy sat to one side next to a looking glass, empty.

She searched the room, digging into the mattress, the scrolls, but she didn't find what it was she was looking for.

The almost silent sound of slippers on marble was missed by the woman, but not by Flynn, who turned to watch the door. A moment later a tall man clad in rich blue and white robes stepped through. Seto knew him immediately as his former counterpart.

The Priest padded on silent feet as he crept up behind her, slipping free the rod from his belt and pulling the head free. A blade was revealed from the shaft, and he placed himself flush right as he pressed it to her neck.

"Who are you?" He hissed in her ear.

The woman froze. You could see her expression turn level and accepting. "I'm here for the scepter." She said quietly.

"You can't have it." He growled.

"I can't return without it. You'll have to kill me." She said coolly, leaning her head up to allow his blade closer to her throat.

She'd wanted to be caught.

She knew the Priest would find her here, and she knew he'd kill her for it. And she thought that a better solution than returning to Bakura empty handed.

"You throw your life away so easily?" Asked the Priest.

"No… but my life isn't my own… perhaps in the next one I'll be free of chains. Kill me Priest, I have violated your sanctum." She goaded.

The High Priest studied her before pulling back and shoving her to face him.

"Who are you?"

Her eyes moved up his form slowly, as if in no rush.

"Nyfeli."

(~*~*~*~*~*~*~)

Time worked it's way forward at an accelerated speed. The High Priest kept the woman. First as a servant, literally tied to his hip with a scarf, then… as something more. Their first kiss quickly escalated, and it was after that she took her new title as his concubine. Seth's only by the looks of things. She didn't stay in the harem, though she did visit them often, and she was no longer bound to the High Priest's side. A freedom she used to visit a certain Thief in the gardens, away from the eyes of the guard. Time slowed once more, and Kaiba realized Flynn was the one controlling their journey. The necklace in her hand glowing softly.

"What's taking you so long?" Hissed Bakura.

"The opportunity hasn't presented itself." Said Nyfeli. She was dressed in long sheer robes with a wrap around her breasts and a skirt low on her hips.

"You could have it tonight."

"I don't want it tonight. Or any other." Said the woman stiffly.

Bakura gave her a hard snarl and she curled her lip.

"Seth treats me like his world Bakura… Why would I be foolish enough to give that up? For you?"

"He'll never have you for a wife, you'll be a whore all your life." Spat the Thief.

"Perhaps." Said the woman softly. "But what a life it will be by his side…" She gave a smile before turning away. "Goodbye Bakura. I will see you no more after this."

"Well that certainly explains the vitriol. Scorned twice by the same woman." Said Flynn, her face placid.

The woman returned inside, and she found her Priest, stripped down to only a groin cloth, sweat glistening off his copper skin as he lounged on a wooden long chair on the shade of his balcony.

"How can you be clothed on such a day, mwrt? Ra is particularly feisty today. Perhaps something has caught his ire." The word mwrt meant Love, but Kaiba suspected the reason it didn't translate was because it was what he called her. A moniker, like his koibito to Flynn.

The woman chuckled and collected a cloth out of a bowl setting on a side table, wringing the water out before approaching the lounging Priest. She ran the cool cloth over his shoulders and down his neck.

"Perhaps he's pleased."

"What would he have to be so excited about?" Asked the brunet, stretching his form under her touch. His body was lean, chorded, but not thin. His length stirred as she used the cloth to brush his nipples.

"New life always warms the Almighty. It is said that he fights Apep that much harder in the dark for every new soul."

Blue eyes snapped to look at the woman and she smiled back, glowing. His rolling laugh echoed out the open archways as his arms wrapped around her. Filled with joy and love for her.

Kaiba looked over to see Flynn sniff, her eyes glossy.

"Only you could manage to make yourself cry in a dream."

"Oh stop! Look how happy they are…" Flynn gave him a sappy smile. "He loves her, it's plain as day. And he's just found out she's bearing his son."

Kaiba's brow rose. "How do you know it's a boy?"

Flynn seemed to pause, as if she didn't know. Perhaps she didn't.

"In the tomb he was named… but I always thought it was because that's what you hope for in children, strong boys. Perhaps she knew." Flynn looked to the couple and smirked.

Kaiba looked back. They were celebrating their fortune by repeating the act that made it. She was sprawled over the bottom half of the chair, her legs to either side while he lazily thrust into her, suckling on her dark nipples. She was moaning her appreciation, her hand in his hair.

"What level of narcissism is it when you enjoy watching yourselves have sex?" Asked Flynn suddenly.

"People video themselves all the time." Replied Seto dismissively. He didn't tell her he'd kept the footage from the elevator, even if it had been wiped from the KC database. Watching their past lives have a go was hot, and they were already here after all.

This might be a dream, but Kaiba felt his heart race. He could almost feel the stroke of flesh against his groin with every thrust of the Priest's hips. She arched her back and a drawn out moan marked her release. The man sharpened his pace until he was pounding into her, a hard cry bliss showed his completion, their bodies wrapped flush while his hips twitched.

"I always knew we were hot." Said Flynn smugly, drawing the CEO's stare back to her. He chuckled and squeezed the palm in his.

Time started forward again. The Priest doted on the woman as she began to grow in size. Their nights were either filled with fucking, or fighting, by the woman's decree obviously. It was as she grew towards the end of the pregnancy did time slow once more.

In the night, something slipped over the high walls of the palace gate, and up the side of the building itself, using lattices, and windows for holds. Finally, a figure landed on the balcony of the High Priest's rooms. Silent on their feet, they darted in and approached Seth where he laid with his arms curled around the pregnant woman's belly. A touch and the Priest sat up, only take a sharp breath as powder was blown in his face. He went limp and fell back to the bed. The woman stirred and the figure moved over her. She gasped and her hands came up.

"Be still you stupid whore." Growled a voice.

The woman stilled, her eyes shining in the light from the moon off the balcony.

"Come with me or I slit his throat right here." The woman looked to her lover and then back to the figure.

"Bakura?"

"I won't ask again."

She did as he asked. Taking a horse and getting them from the palace without a sound. When they left behind the walls of the Palace, she questioned him.

"What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? I've come to collect." Bakura flashed the rod now sitting snug against one hip.

"You were foolish to think you could get away, and now you've let the foul Priest fill you with his seed." Bakura's hands cupped her rounded breasts. "I'll admit it's a good look for you."

"Get your hands off." Hissed the woman, and they shoved at one another until she fell from the horse into the sands. She groaned and whimpered, cupping her belly. Bakura stopped the horse and jumped down. "Get up. It's not that bad. The midwife knows you're coming. You'll birth the little bastard and we can be free to make our own. She said the fruit is fertile right after."

"I'd rather die than bear a child for you."

"You forget one tiny detail." The ring around Bakura's neck began to glow and the sands around the woman's body began to stir as snakes squirmed around her. Nyfeli gasped and tried to lift her hands away, but the mass kept growing until she was sitting in a nest of curling snakes and reptiles.

"Your life is mine wench. You don't get a choice."

The woman's eyes came up. "There's always a choice Bakura… even if you have to make one for yourself." Her hand reached out and grabbed one of the thick snakes. It hissed and reared it's hooded head.

"No!-"

The snake struck her wrist. Bakura was moving immediately. He hauled the woman on the horse and threw himself on behind, taking it at a run.

She died.

She died because at that moment, she was terrified at the thought of bearing Bakura a child.

Flynn's hand was wrapped tight in Seto's, her finger's white.

"It's alright Koibito." He told her gently.

"No… it's not…" She said, voice broken. "Look…"

Time was moving forward almost gently. Bakura tending to the woman, adding a room to his tomb for her burial. Giving her body the last rights, and her son a name.

The Priest tore the desert apart, looking.

Looking for his lover. Looking for his child. Looking for the Rod. What he found was Bakura.

"What have you done with her, you filthy mongrel!" Snarled Seth, his faithful dragon roaring it's Master's displeasure to the heavens.

"She's dead Priest, and you'll never have her again." Bakura's grin looked fractured and off. Something had snapped in the Thief King.

"Return them to me! They will never be welcomed by the Gods without their rights!"

"It's far too late for that." Said Bakura.

Seth broke. His Dragon wailed into the skies, and the clouds gathered. Lightening filled the air with charge. Nothing was found. Not the resting place of his lover, or the name of their son.

Bakura was lost in the sands.

For endless months the High Priest looked. Calling his monsters, calling all his power as the Pharaoh's first servant. Nothing found her. He grew gaunt. Aching. Weeping well into every night.

Flynn's heart ached too. She couldn't touch, but her eyes as she watched the Priest fall apart spoke of pain.

"That poor darling… so much pain all from Bakura's hand." She murmured.

It would be the Pharaoh himself that would draw the Priest back into himself, and out for revenge. Time was moving hard again, and confrontation was imminent.

At last, the Priest and the Thief King fought. The duel that followed had the Priest victorious, but it felt hollow. The Rod was finally returned to it's owner, but Bakura gave him nothing more but taunts and insults. How his son had been born wading through the Thief King's seed. That the child had even looked like him. None of it was true, and in the end, even though Seth had defeated him, he'd won nothing.

Seth took no other. He stayed alone. He died of old age and was buried in his tomb. That had a hard stop to time. Everything stilled. When Seto looked over to his lover, he saw her looking up.

The stars. She was looking at the stars. When she looked back, suddenly they were back in Kaiba's bedroom. Clad in the sweats and shorts.

"I know where we can find the one person who can control Bakura… but I'd need your help to bring him here." She said softly.

"You want to summon the High Priest." Said Seto.

Flynn nodded.

"You think that will work?"

"I don't know… but I think Bakura simply giving up his hold of me is unrealistic." Said Flynn.

Seto agreed. "What do you need?"

"I need a map of the stars over Egypt… and I need the rod." She looked at the necklace in her hand. "Ishizu will be expecting us soon… the woman is due back to Cairo, as is the rest of the exhibit."

"Nyfeli." He told her.

"Nyfeli." She replied. A name. A name that couldn't be known by anyone. But it was known by them.

"You don't believe in this stuff." She said softly.

"I think… you do." Her eyes came up.

"I think this matters to you… something is telling you to finish this. You should finish it." His long fingers came to her face and she sank into his touch, dropping the necklace to hold her body close to his. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

"But you-" His thumb stopped her with a soft press to her lips.

"I… think…" He started slow. The words were right there. Seeing his past self tell her over and over, in his words, in his actions. He needed to tell her too.

"I love you." He breathed. Her eyes came up.

"You do?" She asked in a tiny voice.

He nodded, unable to repeat it so quickly.

"I love you too, Seto…" He could hear it in her voice. Like everything about her it was sincere.

Their lips met. Passion stirred their bodies. He would show her how he loved her. In every way he loved her.

That session he begged her for release. Over and over she came on his shaft and he couldn't bring himself to end it. He never wanted it to end. The feel of her body from the inside. He begged her to cum, because by his choice he never would. They would stay here for days. He sobbed out his orgasm into her neck, their fronts pressed together and her legs around his waist. Emotion welled inside his chest and he couldn't stop it. Relief. Joy. Love.

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