Okay, I decided to give the story of Yami's father in a flashback, it was easier that way and I could say what I wanted better. Well, there isn't much else to say, other than enjoy.
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"Father, we can't just run from them. We must stand and fight." The pharaoh looked down at his son, a rare smile crossing his lips.
"No, we cannot run. But we must fight on our terms, we find their leader son, and then we fight." Gripping his sword he stood once more, resting a hand on his son's head, he turned to his wife. "Come Akila, we must stay together."
"Yes Tarik, we must." Akila walked swiftly behind her husband and son, her golden eyes watching and alert for any sign of danger. They were not too worried of any attacks, there were very few of the enemy and they had been moving out the last time they had been seen. Despite the small number of the enemy they had managed to overwhelm the pharaoh's bodyguards and separate him and his family from the other's who could help.
"Father, how will we know who is their leader?" Tarik looked fondly at his son, crimson meeting crimson. They were very much alike. Both held the powers of dark, both had the crimson eyes and black hair, and his son would soon follow in his footsteps, he felt it was true. But there were also marks of his mother in him, the red tips to his hair and blonde bangs, those were from her, as well as the natural caring for everyone he met. Akila was of the light, and one of the strongest, as he was one of the strongest darks. It was because of Akila that their son would meet his destiny, even if he did not see it.
"We will know son. The real question, is how do we defeat them?" The sound of a skirmish caused the trio to hurry forward. One of the enemy fighters was up against a few of his guards, and winning. With a roar Tarik joined in the fray, his fury soon overpowering the enemy and felling him with a swift slice of his sword.
"I want you guards to find the high priest, bring him to me. I will be where their leader is. Go!" Tarik ordered and the guards rushed to obey. "Yami, come here. When we get to the leader you are to stay with your mother. You are not ready for a fight."
"But father, I can hold my own. Siris say's I show great promise." Yami explained to his father. Sighing Tarik chuckled lightly.
"Ah, yes Siris. I'm starting to regret telling her to spend some time relaxing, we could use her now. And you are right son; you do show promise, but that is by no means a signal that you are ready. I do not want you to fight unless there is no other choice, is that understood?"
"Yes father."
"I will keep him safe Tarik, do not worry."
"I will not, now let us hurry." They headed off, towards where they knew the leader would be. As they walked past the body of the dead fighter Akila stumbled briefly, though neither her husband nor son noticed, nor did they notice the sudden flash of light in her eyes.
They reached the outside courtyard quickly, and there they saw the eight fighters the enemy still had, the others had been killed. Taking up a position hidden from view, Tarik and Yami scouted out the area.
"Father, it looks as though Siris didn't head out after all, look." Yami declared pointing to a spot halfway across the yard.
"Yes, son, it would appear she stayed after all." Siris was positioned behind a column, an arrow nestled in the bow, drawn taunt, and a quiver strung to her back. She must have been aware of them for she turned and her dark brown eyes met a pair of crimson ones staring her way. She smiled in acknowledgement and was about to turn back when it happened. The sudden look of alarm on her face was the only warning Tarik ever got.
Tarik reared back as a sharp pain lanced through his back. Yami turned in shock as his father nearly cried out in pain. Three times the attacker stabbed, deep and hard, as the knife was removed the third time he collapsed.
"Father!" Yami shouted, heedless of those in the courtyard.
"And now for the prince." Said the attacker, in a deep voice. Yami backed away in fear, unable to form any protest as Akila approached, an unnatural light flashing in her eyes. Just as she was about to stab him, an arrow hit the knife, knocking it from her hand. She paused only a moment before moving to attack her son barehanded. A staff landed against her stomach, doubling her over while a swift kick knocked her back.
"You will not harm him, now leave before I must harm you." Akila glared up at the brown haired youth, her six-foot staff held ready to attack. Without a word she sped past them and towards the others in the yard.
"Siris, w what happened?" Siris moved to Tarik, placing bandages on his wounds and turning him over so his own body weight would cause pressure on them. Yami, moved to his father's side, tears falling freely from his eyes.
"Your enemy now controls your mother. Akila is no longer, and we cannot get her back. My lord Tarik, some of your servants are on their way, they will bring you to the healer. I will help your son defeat this foe, I promise you this."
"Keep him safe. I will.....wait for your return. It seems that.....you must fight......my son. Do what I.....could not."
"Father!" Yami called as Tarik lost consciousness. Siris pulled out one of her daggers and handed it to the prince.
"We must stop them, come. You must lead your troops. I notice the high priest has arrived with reinforcements, let us go and join him."
"I can't, I don't know what to do?"
"You will, I will be at your side, now come. Your father will be helped, the servants are arriving now." Siris pulled Yami to his feet and together they headed off to join the high priest and beat back the intruders.
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"It took many hours, but we finally cornered them in a small shack in the courtyard. Before we could completely subdue them a large explosion blew us back and we watched as something shot up into the sky. I know now that it was a ship, but then, all I knew was that my mother was gone, and my father dying. By the time I got back to him he was barely breathing. Since he could not hold me, I held him. I held as he died, and even after. I don't know how long, but I did not let go until Siris took me from the room and led me away." Yami paused, blinking back the tears the memory invoked. No one in the room spoke, not even Bakura. Taking a deep breath Yami continued.
"Siris told me later who they had been, what they had demanded of my father, and how they would most likely not return. She didn't tell me everything, but she told me enough so that I understood. My advisors, with Siris' help, came up with a story to tell the egyptian people. And not long after I was crowned pharaoh. A couple months after that Siris left, I had new guards now she said, she was no longer needed. But that is why I do not trust Teal'c, those things took over my mother, it can take over anyone."
"Yami, while it is true that the goauld live by taking human hosts, they must be mature, and the one in Teal'c isn't. He is on our side, he went against the goauld, and does to this day."
"Daniel Jackson is right. The goauld infant within me will not take anyone over, you need not fear."
"Back up one minute, you mean you lied to all of us about the death of your parents! Why didn't you just tell us the truth, if that is the truth." Bakura blurted out, unable to stop himself.
"How do you think the people would have reacted if I had told them that the false gods of legend had attempted to return. No, we had to make up a story, it was for the benefit of Egypt. Now, you know the whole story, may I leave?"
"One second Yami. You can leave when we've convinced you that you can trust Teal'c."
"This will be a while then Colonel. Our pharaoh is very thickheaded."
"Bakura, there is a time and place for insensitivity and this is not one of them." Siris stated, entering the room.
"Siris, when did you get here?"
"A few minutes ago, I heard the end of Yami's story. I am actually running an errand for Sol, so I'll make this quick." Siris walked over to Yami and sat next to him, leaning forward as she spoke.
"I know how you feel towards the goauld, I saw it. I despise them as well, but you can trust Teal'c. He has fought alongside O'Neill and the rest of SG1 and the whole SGC for many years now. You will not be betraying your father by fighting with Teal'c, believe me in this." Yami watched her speak, her voice low and each word spoken deliberately, he knew she was not lying.
"I can only promise to try, I believe you, it is just that I can't set these feelings aside easily." Siris smiled slightly, squeezing his shoulder before standing.
"That is all we can ask. If you are free later I have something to talk with you about, but I better get this done for Sol." She walked back out of the room, gone as quickly as she had come. Everyone in the room was silent for a long time. Finally O'Neill broke the silence, saying that it was probably time for dinner. Yami left first, anxious to leave the memories behind. Daniel and Jonas moved to walk with him. Teal'c, Bakura, and O'Neill watched the other's leave before following as well.
/Maybe I should ask her some questions next. Of course, she probably would never answer them./ O'Neill thought as he worked through everything that had just happened.
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"Are we almost out?" Mokuba asked as they walked steadily on. They were all tired and hungry, and Carter was sure she wasn't going to be able to stand up straight for a week.
"I can't really tell, but I would think we are getting close."
"Really.....and why would......you say that?" Carter puffed, trudging forward.
"Because its lighter up there, and it doesn't look like torch light." Ryou stated, pointing to where there was indeed a faint glow. With a new sense of hope the group made their way to the light, and found that it was an exit. Outside they could see the trees, it was amazing how bright the pall of the shadow realm looked after so long in the tunnels. Ryou helped everyone else out first and then followed, extinguishing the light that was still being emitted by his ring.
Relishing in the outside air they stood a moment, though Ryou was trying to contact Bakura with the ring. He was still unable to get a response.
"I think we should find some cover, there are bound to be patrols now that we are out of those tunnels. What do you think Ryou?"
"I think you're right Major. Let's see if we can find a place to rest, and perhaps some food." Even though they were tired they now traveled with a new purpose. Listening as intently as they could they moved on, but there are some things that are much better and remaining undetected then they. As they entered a new clearing they froze.
"This can not be good." Carter muttered, staring at the beast before them. Ryou stared in shock, not really hearing Carter's quiet comment.
"Can, can it really be?" Mokuba breathed, his gaze taking in the sight.
"Yes, it can be. Now who are you?" Voiced the dragon, a terse alto that filled the air. None in the group answered, unable to find an appropriate response. The silver blue scales shimmered as the dragon turned its cobalt gaze on Carter, and the person she carried.
"I ask you again, who are you?"
"I I am Ryou, owner of the millennium ring. This is Major Carter of SG1. The other two you should know, Seto and Mokuba Kaiba." He managed, holding his breath as he awaited the response.
"That is not my master. My master is within the castle. Why do you dare to tell me these lies?"
"Its not a lie. I am Mokuba and this is my big brother, Seto. He's hurt and won't wake up or he'd let you know what he thought about all of this." The dragon stared straight at Mokuba, and as they watched the form shifted. The dragon shrunk, until it was no longer a dragon. A young girl with sky blue hair that fell to her ankles, and skin as pale as cream. She wore a long sleeved dress that fell just below her knees, it too was blue, and upon her feet were pale blue shoes.
She strolled towards the group, who were once again speechless. She walked right up to Mokuba and gazed deep within his eyes. After a few moments she did the same to Ryou and Carter.
"From what I can tell you speak the truth, but that cannot be true. I would know if my master was harmed. How are you making this lie so real?"
"We are not. Please, we must get back to Yugi and the others. Come with us, let us show you that we speak the truth and not a well-crafted lie. But you must not tell the one you call master at the moment. He can't know. Please, surely you would want to know whether or not your real master has been kept from you, and how." She thought of this for a moment, and, tilting her head, she smirked at the group.
"I will give you that opportunity. And because we are monsters with honor, I will not tell the others, or my master. But let me guess, you don't know how to get back." The sheepish looks Ryou and Carter made caused the girl to laugh, a rich hearty laugh that they couldn't help but smile at.
"Then I will help you. I know a way that we will be able to use to get you back to your friends. I will carry you there."
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but what do we call you?"
"My name is Sapphire, Ryou. And before you ask, I am the middle child of the blue eyes. Blue is the oldest and Azul the youngest." She stepped back into the clearing then and her figure once again began to shift. Soon the dragon once again stood there, only this time the head was lowered so they could get on. Ryou and Mokuba climbed aboard. Carter stood still as Sapphire carefully lifted Kaiba from her with her teeth, twisting her head in order to place him beside the other two. Carter soon joined the group and as soon as she was situated Sapphire took off, gliding through the air with ease.