Here is the second chapter- these are the only two I'm gonna leave up until I see how the story is goin, then I'll post more:-) Basically, I don't really know what Yami's life was like so I made up everything, the game Dogs and Soldiers and stuff like that-and I'm leaving the American names for the cards and for the people in this story...sorry but typing Jounouchi all the time takes too long! Enjoy!
Disclaimer- *with flower* I own Yugioh. I dont own Yugioh. I own Yugioh. I dont own Yugioh. Damn.
***
A basket of fruits. A game of Dogs and Soldiers. Yami sat in his royal throne and bit into a juicy, pink peach, imported all the way from the other countries. Given to him to enjoy. The slaves wandered around, sweeping the stone floors, fanning him, keeping him safe from the scorching weather. Yami leaned back and breathed deeply. Another day was nearly gone. Now it was just a matter of time before the sun sank below the horizon and the whole of Egypt cooled. A small girl wandered around the halls. The Pharaoh saw her and called out. "You, what are you doing?"
The young girl looked horrified. She cringed and dropped to the floor, even at twenty feet away. "Ph-pharoah Yami! I am, I am, so sorry to dis, disturb you. I, I was only, I-"
His face softened. He always had a weakness for little children. "Shhh...do not be worried. I won't hurt you. I am merely wondering why you came here."
Before the girl could answer, shouts echoed down the hall and three huge guards ran into sight, swinging curved swords. The little child got up quickly and tried to run, but the largest guard grabbed her while the other two started to search her. Yami jumped up. In a loud voice he called out. "What is the meaning of this!?" The slaves whispered hurriedly and backed away from the throne, bowing. The room went deathly silent. If the pharaoh was angered, no one got in his way.
One of the guards turned to him and his eyes widened. "Oh, Yami-Ra! My apologies and graces, magesty. I meant no trouble." He pushed the little girl. "We were only chasing this little thief. She stole something out of your supply."
Yami narrowed his eyes. He knew very well that poor children often stole things, and the penalty was not a good one. But many times, the guards overlooked the real thieves and blamed it on onlookers, so that they had someone to present to him when they came back. No one wanted to be in trouble with the pharaoh for letting a thief get away.
"Did you witness this happen? Or are you guessing?" Yami's voice was deadly.
The guard placed his sword back in its holster and a nervous look came over his face. "My lord, Yami-Ra, we never meant to anger you. It is only that we take our jobs very seriously and when something is stolen we-"
"Little girl, did you steal something?" Yami was fed up with waiting for a real answer.
The girl shot sideways looks at the guards and then spoke softly. "No, Pharaoh."
Yami stared directly at the guard. "Are you positive that she is the thief?"
The guard started to fidget. "Well, she was around the area...and she ran when we looked at her, so we assumed she had something to hide."
"Assumed? Look at yourself. You're a palace guard. If I was a commoner (at this phrase the slaves gasped) and you approached me with a sword I would run as well."
"Your magesty, I would never approach you with a sword."
Yami sighed inwardly. These guards were so thick-headed. They never got the point.
"Alright. I have reason to believe that she stole nothing. Release her."
"But-"
"I don't want to here it. Leave her here. And next time, catch the real thief." With a wave of his jeweled hand the guards let go of the girl and left the chamber in a hurry. The child stood up slowly as Yami beckoned her over with a smile. She approached cautiously, as though she expected a snake to jump up from behind his throne and take her in it's jaws. As soon as she was three steps below his throne he reached to the Dogs and Soldiers gameboard beside him and took off one of the small peices.
It was a little golden ball, and carved into it were many miniature dragons. Holding it out he spoke softly, "I'm very sorry if the guards frightened you. It won't happen again. Take this as my apology." The girl stepped up closer and took the peice from his hand. As soon as she opened her palm to look at it her face brightened up and she smiled. He smiled back. "Thankyou Pharaoh! My life is in your debt." With that she ran down the steps and disappeared into the hallway.
Yami laughed and closed his eyes. He hoped that the rest of the day would be uneventful. The heat zapped everyone's energy, but the sun was drifting just below the sand dunes. Suddenly he heard the clang of metal and he stood up, snapping to attention. The two bodyguards who occupied the entrance to the chamber were now surrounding someone. Yami held his hand up and signaled for the guards to move away but be on lookout. What they left was a woman. The young woman had an enticing face, thought Yami, but beauty was sometimes deceiving. He liked what he saw. She wore black robes which encircled her body. A small dragon, undoubtedly from the shadow games, had it's claws in her robes and was skittering up her arms. She smiled and then pulled a veil across her face. "Pharaoh Yami," she said in a sweeping gesture. Behind her, her two slaves were crouching. "I come to you after hearing of your great victories in the Shadow Games. I am Meera, empress of the tribe of the Desert Scorpions. I request a duel with you." Yami was as interested in the duel as Meera was in him. Her dark, golden brown eyes were searching his entire body, his amethyst eyes as well. She was genuinely liking what she saw. And, being an empress, thought Meera, she could have a chance with him. Yami could see her interest and he played it out. "I would be honored to duel an empress. Just one request. Will you come with me to my chambers? I simply wish to talk to you about your... tribe." He smiled slyly. Meera looked up and smiled also.
In the chamber, Yami and Meera talked about their travels, their strategies, their duel monsters. (hehe what'd you think they'd do?) Yami found out that Meera's favorite beast was the darkfire dragon. She always carried the petit dragon on her shoulder. Every so often Meera would question him about odd things. But soon, it was time to duel.
Yami lead her into the stone chambers of the temple in which the duels were always held. The slaves dressed him lavishly in red robes. Meera was shown to her battling spot. Many spectators arrived, crowding into the temple, pushing and shoving and cheering Yami on. The battle began.
Yami selected the Guardian of the Fortress Dragon and he summoned it onto the field by chanting the spell he knew all too well. It flew onto the field, rearing it's huge, aqua colored head. Meera summoned the Lesser Dragon.Yami smiled to himself. So easy. One by one, her monsters were destroyed. Yami had thought that she was merely an amateur duelist, but she was taking this seriously. Her beautiful face was contorted into a mask of fury. Meera was becoming angrier and angrier with every one of her monsters which was destroyed. Soon, she summoned the petit dragon. It fluttered off her shoulder onto the field and chirped. Yami had the Trap Master out. He attacked but the petit dragon dodged it. Meera then summoned the firegrass. That was when Yami felt something in the air-a hot mist, hanging just above his head. The two creatures started to fuse together, and created the Darkfire Dragon. Meera smiled and laughed. "Pharaoh Yami, did you think I would let you win so easily?" Yami also laughed. "It's attack is not so great." Meera frowned. "I cast the spell, Fire Fury! It raises my dragon's attack by 700. Now, Yami, he is a formidable opponent." With the attack of the dragon at 2200, Yami had to trust in his luck. He felt the millennium puzzle start to rotate. It always protected him. The Senen Eye glowed on his forehead. Slowly, it's power leaked through his veins and he stifled a shout as it surged to his throat. With new strength he summoned the Dark Magician. Summoning monsters was quite a task and involved a lot of energy and power. The mage floated onto the field and stared down the Darkfire Dragon. The dragon obliterated the Trap Master, but was no match for the Dark Magician. Yami commanded the Dark Magic Attack and the dragon crumpled to the ground, searing a trail with it's claws as it struggled to get back up. Soon it fell limp. With a smirk, the Pharaoh spoke. "Good duel."
~*~*~*~
Yami awoke in the Millennium Puzzle with a start. What a strange dream! Sitting up he rubbed his temples. Why did he keep getting flashbacks? Why did he keep having dreams about his past? And with that woman. Meera. Yami remembered what had happened after that duel. Meera had kept coming back, spending time with him, asking him many questions. She was very interested in his job as the Pharaoh. Yami soon allowed her to visit him whenever she pleased. He liked having her around and loved how she showed him her her magic tricks. She was a beginning sorceress and Yami provided her with everything she needed for her studies in magic. But soon, Yami realized the truth about her. She was obsessed with power and dueling, obsessed with owning monsters, powerful ones. She became more hostile when Yami denied her things. Then the day came where she turned on him. Yami was alerted by the palace guard that Meera had been secretly stealing gold and scrolls from the treasuries. Just like the mages that he had sentenced to the desert before her, she was plotting to take over his kingdom. Love had blinded him. The first duel was just an excuse to get close to him and take advantage of him.Yami was heartbroken and speechless. Meera had used him and had even tried to kill him. Yami found traces of poison in his wine one day. In a fit of rage he told every guard in the land to find her. Meera was found, and dragged to the temple. Yami sentenced her and her tribe to be banished, and all of her spellbooks taken away. Her gold was taken and all the stolen scrolls. The only reason that Yami had not killed her was because he still felt for her at that time. The traitorous woman swore revenge on Yami. "If only you had shared your power with me, I could have been your queen!" And after that, Yami never saw her again.
Standing in the Millennium Puzzle, Yami clenched his fists. That was the worst mistake of his life, trusting someone that he hardly knew. Now, he only trusted his friends, and Yugi. Yugi...he was so innocent, he knew nothing that Yami knew. He was so trusting. Yami sat down and tried to get the thoughts out of his head. He was still shaken up about the "dragon" that he thought he saw last night. And the way that he felt weak lately. How could he ever believe that that creature was a dragon? There was no way. It was probably just his eyes playing tricks on him. Yami closed his eyes and sighed. I'm out of my mind, he laughed.
****
The next day Yugi went off to school like usual, with the Millennium Puzzle. But Yami, even though the risk of being recognized was great, decided to split for a day. He wanted to visit the museum and it closed at the time that Yugi got out of school. Yugi agreed half-heartedly. He missed having Yami to talk to when he was alone. Lately, he noticed, Yami was distancing himself. Yugi walked off to school with a frown on his face. At home, Yami had a glass of water and then went upstairs. He changed into his regular blue coat and white shirt with many, many buckles. His hair was not behaving (as usual) but he didn't care. Running his fingers through it, he walked out the door.
It took thirty minutes to get to the museum by foot, but the weather was cool and sunny. The clouds danced by like they were in a hurry to get somewhere. Yami sang a melody to himself as he walked, one that he remembered from ancient Egypt. It was a pretty one, and it calmed him down when he was upset.
Soon, he came to the crosswalk. The cars sped by and honked at one another. Quickly he crossed wishing that he had the Millennium Puzzle. If he came close to being hit in this crowded intersection he would be ok as long as he had it on. But Yugi was the one who needed it, who should always be safe. Yami could deal without it.
The Museum of Ancient History loomed in front of Yami, complete with green vines and large willow trees with droopy branches. A stone statue lay out front, spattering cold water everywhere, onto the pavement and the grass. The statues were of two native Americans playing flute and hopping around with a wolf at their feet. Yami smiled. Egypt was much more serious. He strolled into the museum with his hands in his pockets, still humming the song. When he came up to the front desk, he stopped singing it. But someone had heard him. The archeologist, Cara Far was standing nearby and nearly dropped what she was holding when she saw and heard Yami. Shoving her black hair out of her face she walked up to him. Yami saw her and recognized her from t.v., and maybe, just maybe, somewhere else?
"Hi, I'm...Cara...you are?"
"Nice to meet you...I am Yugi Moto," said Yami, thinking fast. He couldn't use his real name here. Plus, he had no last name that people could pronounce.
"I see. I'm the leading archeologist at the museum, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."
The girls golden brown eyes looked into his. Yami looked at her curiously.
The golden bangles on the girl's arm jingled. Then something flashed through his head. The girl seemed very familiar to Yami, but at the time he couldn't place his finger on who she actually looked like. He had seen her in the park and on t.v...but..the dream... It was uncanny but the girl looked just like...just like...Yami shook his head. Meera was dead. Dead and rotted away in the sands of Egypt. That girl was Cara Far.
"Are you, alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Could I see those artifacts from Egypt? I saw you on the news yesterday with them and they interested me."
The girl's face darkened. "They, are...um..off-exhibit right now. But, would you come back tomorrow? I'll show you them then."
Yami nodded slowly. Then he turned on his heel and left. Outside, he drew in his breath sharply. The fleeting images from his past came rushing back. The girl...she was so real...so much like Meera...but that was ancient history.
Inside the museum Cara Far smiled. She knew that he would come for the artifacts...or was it for her? He had seen her on the news..hah! Did he not remember his great Meera? Did he not remember me? Cara Far, or Meera, laughed. She knew her plan would work. Now it was just a matter of time before she carried out phase 2, but that would all happen tomorrow. She was positive that "Yugi Moto" in reality was actually Yami. It had to be. The same strong, slim and tan body, the same amethyst eyes, the same golden bangs and black and violet hair...she would get revenge. How, he would find out. Meera went back to dusting the shelves and humming to herself the same old melody that Yami had been humming. I'll just have to wait for tomorrow...
***
"So she reminded me so much of that girl...long ago..." Yami was sitting on the bed with Yugi in their room and explaining what had happened the past few days. Yugi absorbed it all like a sponge in a puddle, his mouth hanging open at some parts as the ancient pharaoh explained his life in Egypt. Yugi had only know a little about his Yami and his past, especially the pharaoh part. But other than that, Yami's life was a mystery.
Yugi looked up at Yami and who was staring at the floor. "Don't be worried," he said sweetly. "Just go tomorrow and see what's up." A slight breeze blew in from the open window and Yami shivered. He drew his jacket up around him and sighed. Lately, because of his new-felt weakness, he wasn't sure of himself. Yugi looked at his Yami, the other part of him, his greatest friend, and frowned. He seemed so sad. He would never have a real life of his own. Sometimes, thought Yugi, he probably wishes that he could get away from me all together. How could I ever live without him? He teaches me everything and helps me so much. Yugi leaned over and hugged Yami in fear of losing him. Yami looked down at his little aibou and hugged him back. For a moment, he was happy. His whole goal was to keep Yugi safe. Then he patted his hair and pulled away. "I don't want to make you upset, aibou! Don't worry about me, remember, I'm the one who survived invasions and pyramid building and all of that."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," said Yugi, still a little sad. "But I can't help but be worried." Yami smiled weakly and then got up. He stretched and walked over to the millennium puzzle on the bedside table.
"I'm gonna go rest, ok? Don't forget to eat dinner, Yugi."
"I won't."
With that, Yami disappeared into the Millennium Puzzle and Yugi was left alone, shivering in the breeze.
Disclaimer- *with flower* I own Yugioh. I dont own Yugioh. I own Yugioh. I dont own Yugioh. Damn.
***
A basket of fruits. A game of Dogs and Soldiers. Yami sat in his royal throne and bit into a juicy, pink peach, imported all the way from the other countries. Given to him to enjoy. The slaves wandered around, sweeping the stone floors, fanning him, keeping him safe from the scorching weather. Yami leaned back and breathed deeply. Another day was nearly gone. Now it was just a matter of time before the sun sank below the horizon and the whole of Egypt cooled. A small girl wandered around the halls. The Pharaoh saw her and called out. "You, what are you doing?"
The young girl looked horrified. She cringed and dropped to the floor, even at twenty feet away. "Ph-pharoah Yami! I am, I am, so sorry to dis, disturb you. I, I was only, I-"
His face softened. He always had a weakness for little children. "Shhh...do not be worried. I won't hurt you. I am merely wondering why you came here."
Before the girl could answer, shouts echoed down the hall and three huge guards ran into sight, swinging curved swords. The little child got up quickly and tried to run, but the largest guard grabbed her while the other two started to search her. Yami jumped up. In a loud voice he called out. "What is the meaning of this!?" The slaves whispered hurriedly and backed away from the throne, bowing. The room went deathly silent. If the pharaoh was angered, no one got in his way.
One of the guards turned to him and his eyes widened. "Oh, Yami-Ra! My apologies and graces, magesty. I meant no trouble." He pushed the little girl. "We were only chasing this little thief. She stole something out of your supply."
Yami narrowed his eyes. He knew very well that poor children often stole things, and the penalty was not a good one. But many times, the guards overlooked the real thieves and blamed it on onlookers, so that they had someone to present to him when they came back. No one wanted to be in trouble with the pharaoh for letting a thief get away.
"Did you witness this happen? Or are you guessing?" Yami's voice was deadly.
The guard placed his sword back in its holster and a nervous look came over his face. "My lord, Yami-Ra, we never meant to anger you. It is only that we take our jobs very seriously and when something is stolen we-"
"Little girl, did you steal something?" Yami was fed up with waiting for a real answer.
The girl shot sideways looks at the guards and then spoke softly. "No, Pharaoh."
Yami stared directly at the guard. "Are you positive that she is the thief?"
The guard started to fidget. "Well, she was around the area...and she ran when we looked at her, so we assumed she had something to hide."
"Assumed? Look at yourself. You're a palace guard. If I was a commoner (at this phrase the slaves gasped) and you approached me with a sword I would run as well."
"Your magesty, I would never approach you with a sword."
Yami sighed inwardly. These guards were so thick-headed. They never got the point.
"Alright. I have reason to believe that she stole nothing. Release her."
"But-"
"I don't want to here it. Leave her here. And next time, catch the real thief." With a wave of his jeweled hand the guards let go of the girl and left the chamber in a hurry. The child stood up slowly as Yami beckoned her over with a smile. She approached cautiously, as though she expected a snake to jump up from behind his throne and take her in it's jaws. As soon as she was three steps below his throne he reached to the Dogs and Soldiers gameboard beside him and took off one of the small peices.
It was a little golden ball, and carved into it were many miniature dragons. Holding it out he spoke softly, "I'm very sorry if the guards frightened you. It won't happen again. Take this as my apology." The girl stepped up closer and took the peice from his hand. As soon as she opened her palm to look at it her face brightened up and she smiled. He smiled back. "Thankyou Pharaoh! My life is in your debt." With that she ran down the steps and disappeared into the hallway.
Yami laughed and closed his eyes. He hoped that the rest of the day would be uneventful. The heat zapped everyone's energy, but the sun was drifting just below the sand dunes. Suddenly he heard the clang of metal and he stood up, snapping to attention. The two bodyguards who occupied the entrance to the chamber were now surrounding someone. Yami held his hand up and signaled for the guards to move away but be on lookout. What they left was a woman. The young woman had an enticing face, thought Yami, but beauty was sometimes deceiving. He liked what he saw. She wore black robes which encircled her body. A small dragon, undoubtedly from the shadow games, had it's claws in her robes and was skittering up her arms. She smiled and then pulled a veil across her face. "Pharaoh Yami," she said in a sweeping gesture. Behind her, her two slaves were crouching. "I come to you after hearing of your great victories in the Shadow Games. I am Meera, empress of the tribe of the Desert Scorpions. I request a duel with you." Yami was as interested in the duel as Meera was in him. Her dark, golden brown eyes were searching his entire body, his amethyst eyes as well. She was genuinely liking what she saw. And, being an empress, thought Meera, she could have a chance with him. Yami could see her interest and he played it out. "I would be honored to duel an empress. Just one request. Will you come with me to my chambers? I simply wish to talk to you about your... tribe." He smiled slyly. Meera looked up and smiled also.
In the chamber, Yami and Meera talked about their travels, their strategies, their duel monsters. (hehe what'd you think they'd do?) Yami found out that Meera's favorite beast was the darkfire dragon. She always carried the petit dragon on her shoulder. Every so often Meera would question him about odd things. But soon, it was time to duel.
Yami lead her into the stone chambers of the temple in which the duels were always held. The slaves dressed him lavishly in red robes. Meera was shown to her battling spot. Many spectators arrived, crowding into the temple, pushing and shoving and cheering Yami on. The battle began.
Yami selected the Guardian of the Fortress Dragon and he summoned it onto the field by chanting the spell he knew all too well. It flew onto the field, rearing it's huge, aqua colored head. Meera summoned the Lesser Dragon.Yami smiled to himself. So easy. One by one, her monsters were destroyed. Yami had thought that she was merely an amateur duelist, but she was taking this seriously. Her beautiful face was contorted into a mask of fury. Meera was becoming angrier and angrier with every one of her monsters which was destroyed. Soon, she summoned the petit dragon. It fluttered off her shoulder onto the field and chirped. Yami had the Trap Master out. He attacked but the petit dragon dodged it. Meera then summoned the firegrass. That was when Yami felt something in the air-a hot mist, hanging just above his head. The two creatures started to fuse together, and created the Darkfire Dragon. Meera smiled and laughed. "Pharaoh Yami, did you think I would let you win so easily?" Yami also laughed. "It's attack is not so great." Meera frowned. "I cast the spell, Fire Fury! It raises my dragon's attack by 700. Now, Yami, he is a formidable opponent." With the attack of the dragon at 2200, Yami had to trust in his luck. He felt the millennium puzzle start to rotate. It always protected him. The Senen Eye glowed on his forehead. Slowly, it's power leaked through his veins and he stifled a shout as it surged to his throat. With new strength he summoned the Dark Magician. Summoning monsters was quite a task and involved a lot of energy and power. The mage floated onto the field and stared down the Darkfire Dragon. The dragon obliterated the Trap Master, but was no match for the Dark Magician. Yami commanded the Dark Magic Attack and the dragon crumpled to the ground, searing a trail with it's claws as it struggled to get back up. Soon it fell limp. With a smirk, the Pharaoh spoke. "Good duel."
~*~*~*~
Yami awoke in the Millennium Puzzle with a start. What a strange dream! Sitting up he rubbed his temples. Why did he keep getting flashbacks? Why did he keep having dreams about his past? And with that woman. Meera. Yami remembered what had happened after that duel. Meera had kept coming back, spending time with him, asking him many questions. She was very interested in his job as the Pharaoh. Yami soon allowed her to visit him whenever she pleased. He liked having her around and loved how she showed him her her magic tricks. She was a beginning sorceress and Yami provided her with everything she needed for her studies in magic. But soon, Yami realized the truth about her. She was obsessed with power and dueling, obsessed with owning monsters, powerful ones. She became more hostile when Yami denied her things. Then the day came where she turned on him. Yami was alerted by the palace guard that Meera had been secretly stealing gold and scrolls from the treasuries. Just like the mages that he had sentenced to the desert before her, she was plotting to take over his kingdom. Love had blinded him. The first duel was just an excuse to get close to him and take advantage of him.Yami was heartbroken and speechless. Meera had used him and had even tried to kill him. Yami found traces of poison in his wine one day. In a fit of rage he told every guard in the land to find her. Meera was found, and dragged to the temple. Yami sentenced her and her tribe to be banished, and all of her spellbooks taken away. Her gold was taken and all the stolen scrolls. The only reason that Yami had not killed her was because he still felt for her at that time. The traitorous woman swore revenge on Yami. "If only you had shared your power with me, I could have been your queen!" And after that, Yami never saw her again.
Standing in the Millennium Puzzle, Yami clenched his fists. That was the worst mistake of his life, trusting someone that he hardly knew. Now, he only trusted his friends, and Yugi. Yugi...he was so innocent, he knew nothing that Yami knew. He was so trusting. Yami sat down and tried to get the thoughts out of his head. He was still shaken up about the "dragon" that he thought he saw last night. And the way that he felt weak lately. How could he ever believe that that creature was a dragon? There was no way. It was probably just his eyes playing tricks on him. Yami closed his eyes and sighed. I'm out of my mind, he laughed.
****
The next day Yugi went off to school like usual, with the Millennium Puzzle. But Yami, even though the risk of being recognized was great, decided to split for a day. He wanted to visit the museum and it closed at the time that Yugi got out of school. Yugi agreed half-heartedly. He missed having Yami to talk to when he was alone. Lately, he noticed, Yami was distancing himself. Yugi walked off to school with a frown on his face. At home, Yami had a glass of water and then went upstairs. He changed into his regular blue coat and white shirt with many, many buckles. His hair was not behaving (as usual) but he didn't care. Running his fingers through it, he walked out the door.
It took thirty minutes to get to the museum by foot, but the weather was cool and sunny. The clouds danced by like they were in a hurry to get somewhere. Yami sang a melody to himself as he walked, one that he remembered from ancient Egypt. It was a pretty one, and it calmed him down when he was upset.
Soon, he came to the crosswalk. The cars sped by and honked at one another. Quickly he crossed wishing that he had the Millennium Puzzle. If he came close to being hit in this crowded intersection he would be ok as long as he had it on. But Yugi was the one who needed it, who should always be safe. Yami could deal without it.
The Museum of Ancient History loomed in front of Yami, complete with green vines and large willow trees with droopy branches. A stone statue lay out front, spattering cold water everywhere, onto the pavement and the grass. The statues were of two native Americans playing flute and hopping around with a wolf at their feet. Yami smiled. Egypt was much more serious. He strolled into the museum with his hands in his pockets, still humming the song. When he came up to the front desk, he stopped singing it. But someone had heard him. The archeologist, Cara Far was standing nearby and nearly dropped what she was holding when she saw and heard Yami. Shoving her black hair out of her face she walked up to him. Yami saw her and recognized her from t.v., and maybe, just maybe, somewhere else?
"Hi, I'm...Cara...you are?"
"Nice to meet you...I am Yugi Moto," said Yami, thinking fast. He couldn't use his real name here. Plus, he had no last name that people could pronounce.
"I see. I'm the leading archeologist at the museum, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."
The girls golden brown eyes looked into his. Yami looked at her curiously.
The golden bangles on the girl's arm jingled. Then something flashed through his head. The girl seemed very familiar to Yami, but at the time he couldn't place his finger on who she actually looked like. He had seen her in the park and on t.v...but..the dream... It was uncanny but the girl looked just like...just like...Yami shook his head. Meera was dead. Dead and rotted away in the sands of Egypt. That girl was Cara Far.
"Are you, alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Could I see those artifacts from Egypt? I saw you on the news yesterday with them and they interested me."
The girl's face darkened. "They, are...um..off-exhibit right now. But, would you come back tomorrow? I'll show you them then."
Yami nodded slowly. Then he turned on his heel and left. Outside, he drew in his breath sharply. The fleeting images from his past came rushing back. The girl...she was so real...so much like Meera...but that was ancient history.
Inside the museum Cara Far smiled. She knew that he would come for the artifacts...or was it for her? He had seen her on the news..hah! Did he not remember his great Meera? Did he not remember me? Cara Far, or Meera, laughed. She knew her plan would work. Now it was just a matter of time before she carried out phase 2, but that would all happen tomorrow. She was positive that "Yugi Moto" in reality was actually Yami. It had to be. The same strong, slim and tan body, the same amethyst eyes, the same golden bangs and black and violet hair...she would get revenge. How, he would find out. Meera went back to dusting the shelves and humming to herself the same old melody that Yami had been humming. I'll just have to wait for tomorrow...
***
"So she reminded me so much of that girl...long ago..." Yami was sitting on the bed with Yugi in their room and explaining what had happened the past few days. Yugi absorbed it all like a sponge in a puddle, his mouth hanging open at some parts as the ancient pharaoh explained his life in Egypt. Yugi had only know a little about his Yami and his past, especially the pharaoh part. But other than that, Yami's life was a mystery.
Yugi looked up at Yami and who was staring at the floor. "Don't be worried," he said sweetly. "Just go tomorrow and see what's up." A slight breeze blew in from the open window and Yami shivered. He drew his jacket up around him and sighed. Lately, because of his new-felt weakness, he wasn't sure of himself. Yugi looked at his Yami, the other part of him, his greatest friend, and frowned. He seemed so sad. He would never have a real life of his own. Sometimes, thought Yugi, he probably wishes that he could get away from me all together. How could I ever live without him? He teaches me everything and helps me so much. Yugi leaned over and hugged Yami in fear of losing him. Yami looked down at his little aibou and hugged him back. For a moment, he was happy. His whole goal was to keep Yugi safe. Then he patted his hair and pulled away. "I don't want to make you upset, aibou! Don't worry about me, remember, I'm the one who survived invasions and pyramid building and all of that."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," said Yugi, still a little sad. "But I can't help but be worried." Yami smiled weakly and then got up. He stretched and walked over to the millennium puzzle on the bedside table.
"I'm gonna go rest, ok? Don't forget to eat dinner, Yugi."
"I won't."
With that, Yami disappeared into the Millennium Puzzle and Yugi was left alone, shivering in the breeze.