Note: // sentence // means someone is thinking.
Chapter 5: Part Two
Dawn slowly crept across the sky over Domino City. The town was quiet, its inhabitants not yet ready to leave the warm comfort of their beds. It was in this peaceful stillness that five people slept, troubled by dreams. Little did they know that their dreams were strangely alike.
At the Kaiba residence, Kaiba turned in his sleep, unknowingly pulling his sheets closer around himself. He frowned, as if something were bothering him, but his dream was not yet ready to let him go.
--------------------------------------------*Kaiba's Dream*----------------- -------------------------
Kaiba found himself walking down a corridor. The torches lining its sides flickered with his passing, the carvings along the wall barely visible in their dim light.
He looked around. "Where am I?" he whispered aloud. Only silence answered him.
Somehow, he was moving of his own accord, towards the ornate doors at the end of the hallway. His movements felt sure, although he knew he could not have been less so. At the door, a man, // no, servant. // a voice in his mind corrected, opened the doors for him, bowing as he went inside.
As he stepped through the doorway, he felt himself float up, so that he saw the scene instead, from above. He realized that it was much like when Ishizu did . . . whatever it was she had done to him that day.
// This is no dream! // he thought with a start, as realized suddenly, feeling his eyes widen in shock. //This is more of a memory! //
He snorted. //Either that, or I've been thinking on this too much. // he though wryly. He found the second thought to be much more reasonable than the first. Soon, his original concerns were forgotten as he viewed the scene before, or actually, he corrected, below him.
The "pharaoh", as he assumed he was, rose from a chair at the end of the room.
The other bowed. "I came as you requested, my pharaoh."
The pharaoh nodded. "High Priest Seto." He greeted
// Seto? // Kaiba though sourly, // This guy, supposedly me, thousands of years ago, uses my name? // No matter how real the whole thing felt, Kaiba was still sure that he did not believe in all the Egypt nonsense.
"What was it you wished to talk to me about, King Yami?" the high priest asked.
"I need to ask a favor of you, Seto. We've been negotiating with King Eldorath, and you know how he has a daughter. . ." The pharaoh started uncomfortably.
Kaiba saw the high priest's temper start to rise. "You mean you want me to marry her, to help ties with our countries?!" he spat.
Kaiba felt his own anger bubble, mingling with Seto's, and then, they were one. The injustice, anger, resentment he felt he knew was his own. Something was happening, he did not know what. He did not want to know.
---------------------------------------*End Dream*-------------------------- -------------------------
Kaiba came awake with a start, his eyes snapping open. He groaned as the sunlight streaming in from his window hit him in the eyes, half blinding him. With difficulty, he got up, staggering over to the window. He wrenched the curtains shut and stumbled back into bed.
Kaiba flopped down on his back, gazing at the ceiling. // A dream is just a dream. // he told himself firmly. And that was that.
Elsewhere in the Kaiba residence, Tammy slept on, her body curled tightly to keep warm, as she had lost the sheets to the floor somewhere during the night.
---------------------------------------*Tammy's Dream*---------------------- ----------------------
Tammy looked around her, taking in all she saw. The place was familiar. She had been here before, though when, she did not know. She was on a ship, looking out towards the sea. In the distance was a thin strip of gold- they were nearing land.
A young man came up from behind her, almost respectfully. "Princess, we have almost arrived. You must go down and get ready."
// What is this? // she thought. // This can't be a memory, can it? If it is, whose is it? Mine? //
If it was, she had long forgotten. Yet, she knew what response was expected of her.
She gave a slight nod. "Alright. Thank you."
The man bowed and disappeared. She turned, and headed down towards her room, where she was greeted by a young girl.
The girl curtsied. "Princess, come."
She found herself dragged into the room, where the girl proceeded to comb her hair and then did something fancy or another to it. Presently, a dress was brought out, which she changed into.
// Whatever strange thing this is, // she growled mentally. // It had better end soon. Very soon. //
Tammy found that her patience was growing very thin. Thankfully, before she lost all of it, the same man as before knocked and then announced that they were landing.
She headed outside. At the docks, a group of people were waiting. She was led down to the crowd, which parted, to let a man through. He bowed before her.
"Princess Tamereth, on behalf of the pharaoh and the High Priest Seto, welcome to Egypt."
-----------------------------------------*End Dream*------------------------ -------------------------
Tammy blinked as she came fully awake. With a sigh, she rolled over and picked the sheets off the floor. She sat up, leaning her back against the wall. Her mind was still groggy from lack of sleep.
// What kind of dream was that? // she thought. She flopped back onto the pillow, and closed her eyes. // If I knew I would be so tired, I would have gone to sleep earlier. //
Across town, at the game shop, Yugi lay asleep on the bed, dreams wonderfully pleasant. Inside the puzzle, Yami was also asleep. Unfortunately for him, his dreams were not precisely all that great.
----------------------------------------*Yami's Dream*---------------------- ------------------------
Yami looked on as the High Priest paced before him, and he could almost feel the anger coming off him. // What is this? // he thought. // Could this be . . . a memory? //
He felt himself speak. "Seto, there was no other way. The king is powerful. It would not be good to make him our enemy."
Seto spun around to glare at him. "So you arrange a marriage for me?" he spat. "I will not be a pawn as the princesses already are in your sick game of politics."
Yami sighed. "I never knew you cared that much about the princesses."
"I didn't." he replied flatly. "I was making a point."
"Look, Seto." Yami said softly. "I know you don't want to do this, and I'm sure Princess Tamereth doesn't want to either, but her father . . . insisted."
Seto's head snapped up. "Princess Tamereth? It is rumored that her father is cruel, and will do anything to get what he wants. But then, that would mean . . . King Eldorath?"
Yami nodded.
Seto frowned as a thought came to him. "Insisted?" he asked dryly. "If I heard right, then I'm pretty sure it was more like, 'Do this or I attack your country'."
Yami couldn't help but smile a bit at Seto's attitude. "So you will do this?"
The High Priest nodded. "If I must, I will."
----------------------------------------------*End Dream*------------------- -------------------------
Yami blinked as he awoke, hearing Yugi's call.
"Hey Yami, where did you put my deck? I need to bring it to school today." Yugi's voice floated into his soul room.
"On the desk." He replied groggily, trying to get his mind to become fully awake.
// What a strange dream. // he mused. His eyes narrowed. // Or should I say memory. I never knew the pharaoh, or I, I should say, was on such good terms with the High Priest Seto- supposedly the evil sorcerer against him, me, whatever. //
He shook his head. Things were getting so confusing. He felt Yugi start to get ready for school. He sat down, his back against the wall. This would be a long day.
Somewhere else in Domino City, in yet another Millennium item, a second spirit was having his own dream. Yami Bakura lay on the floor of his own soul room, eyes closed in sleep.
----------------------------------------------*Yami Bakura's Dream*--------- ---------------------
Bakura (For now, that is what Yami Bakura will be called.) looked around, taking in all that he saw.
// It has been so long, // he thought. //since I have been here. //
Waves of golden sand stretched before him, as far as he could see, the pyramids rising out of them were bathed in moonlight. Behind him, he knew, lay the city. He stood pressed against the wall of one of the pyramids. His ears caught the soft sound of footsteps.
Peering around the corner, Bakura saw a guard disappear over the far corner. He ran, feeling the cool desert air brush against him. He ducked into the passageway just as a different guard came his way.
Bakura smirked. They would not be able to catch him. He had studied their movements long enough to know when a certain passageway was not watched. He snuck down the corridor, his back pressed against the wall so as to not be seen. Suddenly, he felt one of the carvings behind him sink down.
Bakura swore softly. He had gotten careless and hit a trap. He ducked down just as arrows flew out of the wall towards him. He felt them barely pass over his head. After the assault had worn off, he got back up. It would not be wise to linger now.
Carefully, Bakura went back the way he came. Undoubtedly, his carelessness would have gotten the soldiers' attention. He would have to get out before they caught him.
Too late. As he turned the corner, he found him self faced with a group of soldiers. He tried to turn around and run, to lose himself within the passages, but behind him, more soldiers gathered.
Bakura swore as they surrounded him, cutting off any means of escape. He tensed. If they wanted a fight, they would get one.
------------------------------------------*End Dream*----------------------- -------------------------
Bakura woke with a start. // What kind of dream was that? // he thought with a growl. Suddenly, he grew still, a thoughtful expression on his face. // Wait. I remember now. That was no dream- that actually happened! //
A ship was docked by Domino Pier. Inside one of its rooms, Marik lay on a bed asleep. The Millennium rod lay on a chair beside him, glinting as the first few rays of the sun struck it.
-----------------------------------------*Marik's Dream*-------------------- ------------------------
Marik swore as he looked around him. Three men pressed around him, their figures menacing. He backed up, but found himself pressed against a wall.
One of them swung a fist at him, which he dodged. He struck back, and the man fell. Before he could turn, however, he felt himself caught in the arms of one of the others. He tried to struggle, to hurt the man so he would let go, but found that he was unable to twist into the right position.
The other man laughed and walked casually over to stand in front of him.
// What is all this? // he thought angrily. // Is this a dream? It all seems so familiar . . . //
Yet, he had no time to think as the man pulled out a knife. He saw it flash and tried to brace himself for when it struck. But it never came. The man pulled his arm back to stab him, and a hand reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.
Marik bit back a gasp. It was a girl. Her other hand drew a knife of her own and held it to the man's neck.
Her voice was a dangerous whisper. "Drop the knife. Now." She hissed.
Not surprisingly, the man did as he was told. The knife fell to the ground with a clatter.
She looked over at the man who held him. "Let go."
The man hesitated. She pressed the knife harder against the other's neck.
"Do as she says." The man pleaded his companion desperately.
Marik felt the arms that held him loosen, and stepped away. The girl released the man and gave him a shove. Without a backward glance, the two ran off.
Now that the threat was gone, Marik was able to get a good look at the girl. She was tall and slender, her hair and eyes dark, though in the dim moonlight, he could not tell what color they were. Even the white dress she wore was covered slightly in shadows.
Everything was silent, except for the sound of the knife being slid back into its sheath. The girl turned to leave.
Marik rediscovered his ability to talk. "Wait."
She turned. He slid off one of the gold bands he wore. "You have my thanks. So long as you have this, me or one of my followers will give you aid when you need it."
She took it, cocking her head slightly. "Who are you then, and who are your 'followers'?"
He shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "My name is Marik. As for my followers . . . they do a number of things."
He could have sworn he saw her grin. "You mean, some of them are thieves and such."
"Perhaps." Then, he thought of something. "You know who I am. Now answer me this: who are you? And why did you help me?"
She was already down the street, disappearing from view. Her voice drifted back. "My name is Tamereth. I helped because you needed it."
-----------------------------------------*End Dream*------------------------ -------------------------
Marik sat up in bed, impulsively reaching for his Rod. Whatever that dream was, what ever it meant, he didn't want it to matter. What he needed to do was to concentrate and win the Puzzle and the other Egyptian God Cards.
Despite what he wanted to think, he couldn't help but do otherwise. // Who was that? // he thought. // I remember . . . something like that, a long time ago. //
What happened then, he did not know. Now, it did not matter. He had more important things to worry about. Little did he know that he did have something to be concerned about. For he had forgotten, that the past will repeat itself- somehow, in some way.
Hope you all liked chapter 5. This part was longer, to make up for the shorter part before. Please review and tell me what you think. I know of at least one person who has read this and not written a review. I'd like to ask that you all review just so I can know how many people read this. If I find a lot of people are reading this, then I'll know to update faster. If not, then I can take my own sweet time, as I can always find something else to do . . . So please review! Thanks! ^-^
Chapter 5: Part Two
Dawn slowly crept across the sky over Domino City. The town was quiet, its inhabitants not yet ready to leave the warm comfort of their beds. It was in this peaceful stillness that five people slept, troubled by dreams. Little did they know that their dreams were strangely alike.
At the Kaiba residence, Kaiba turned in his sleep, unknowingly pulling his sheets closer around himself. He frowned, as if something were bothering him, but his dream was not yet ready to let him go.
--------------------------------------------*Kaiba's Dream*----------------- -------------------------
Kaiba found himself walking down a corridor. The torches lining its sides flickered with his passing, the carvings along the wall barely visible in their dim light.
He looked around. "Where am I?" he whispered aloud. Only silence answered him.
Somehow, he was moving of his own accord, towards the ornate doors at the end of the hallway. His movements felt sure, although he knew he could not have been less so. At the door, a man, // no, servant. // a voice in his mind corrected, opened the doors for him, bowing as he went inside.
As he stepped through the doorway, he felt himself float up, so that he saw the scene instead, from above. He realized that it was much like when Ishizu did . . . whatever it was she had done to him that day.
// This is no dream! // he thought with a start, as realized suddenly, feeling his eyes widen in shock. //This is more of a memory! //
He snorted. //Either that, or I've been thinking on this too much. // he though wryly. He found the second thought to be much more reasonable than the first. Soon, his original concerns were forgotten as he viewed the scene before, or actually, he corrected, below him.
The "pharaoh", as he assumed he was, rose from a chair at the end of the room.
The other bowed. "I came as you requested, my pharaoh."
The pharaoh nodded. "High Priest Seto." He greeted
// Seto? // Kaiba though sourly, // This guy, supposedly me, thousands of years ago, uses my name? // No matter how real the whole thing felt, Kaiba was still sure that he did not believe in all the Egypt nonsense.
"What was it you wished to talk to me about, King Yami?" the high priest asked.
"I need to ask a favor of you, Seto. We've been negotiating with King Eldorath, and you know how he has a daughter. . ." The pharaoh started uncomfortably.
Kaiba saw the high priest's temper start to rise. "You mean you want me to marry her, to help ties with our countries?!" he spat.
Kaiba felt his own anger bubble, mingling with Seto's, and then, they were one. The injustice, anger, resentment he felt he knew was his own. Something was happening, he did not know what. He did not want to know.
---------------------------------------*End Dream*-------------------------- -------------------------
Kaiba came awake with a start, his eyes snapping open. He groaned as the sunlight streaming in from his window hit him in the eyes, half blinding him. With difficulty, he got up, staggering over to the window. He wrenched the curtains shut and stumbled back into bed.
Kaiba flopped down on his back, gazing at the ceiling. // A dream is just a dream. // he told himself firmly. And that was that.
Elsewhere in the Kaiba residence, Tammy slept on, her body curled tightly to keep warm, as she had lost the sheets to the floor somewhere during the night.
---------------------------------------*Tammy's Dream*---------------------- ----------------------
Tammy looked around her, taking in all she saw. The place was familiar. She had been here before, though when, she did not know. She was on a ship, looking out towards the sea. In the distance was a thin strip of gold- they were nearing land.
A young man came up from behind her, almost respectfully. "Princess, we have almost arrived. You must go down and get ready."
// What is this? // she thought. // This can't be a memory, can it? If it is, whose is it? Mine? //
If it was, she had long forgotten. Yet, she knew what response was expected of her.
She gave a slight nod. "Alright. Thank you."
The man bowed and disappeared. She turned, and headed down towards her room, where she was greeted by a young girl.
The girl curtsied. "Princess, come."
She found herself dragged into the room, where the girl proceeded to comb her hair and then did something fancy or another to it. Presently, a dress was brought out, which she changed into.
// Whatever strange thing this is, // she growled mentally. // It had better end soon. Very soon. //
Tammy found that her patience was growing very thin. Thankfully, before she lost all of it, the same man as before knocked and then announced that they were landing.
She headed outside. At the docks, a group of people were waiting. She was led down to the crowd, which parted, to let a man through. He bowed before her.
"Princess Tamereth, on behalf of the pharaoh and the High Priest Seto, welcome to Egypt."
-----------------------------------------*End Dream*------------------------ -------------------------
Tammy blinked as she came fully awake. With a sigh, she rolled over and picked the sheets off the floor. She sat up, leaning her back against the wall. Her mind was still groggy from lack of sleep.
// What kind of dream was that? // she thought. She flopped back onto the pillow, and closed her eyes. // If I knew I would be so tired, I would have gone to sleep earlier. //
Across town, at the game shop, Yugi lay asleep on the bed, dreams wonderfully pleasant. Inside the puzzle, Yami was also asleep. Unfortunately for him, his dreams were not precisely all that great.
----------------------------------------*Yami's Dream*---------------------- ------------------------
Yami looked on as the High Priest paced before him, and he could almost feel the anger coming off him. // What is this? // he thought. // Could this be . . . a memory? //
He felt himself speak. "Seto, there was no other way. The king is powerful. It would not be good to make him our enemy."
Seto spun around to glare at him. "So you arrange a marriage for me?" he spat. "I will not be a pawn as the princesses already are in your sick game of politics."
Yami sighed. "I never knew you cared that much about the princesses."
"I didn't." he replied flatly. "I was making a point."
"Look, Seto." Yami said softly. "I know you don't want to do this, and I'm sure Princess Tamereth doesn't want to either, but her father . . . insisted."
Seto's head snapped up. "Princess Tamereth? It is rumored that her father is cruel, and will do anything to get what he wants. But then, that would mean . . . King Eldorath?"
Yami nodded.
Seto frowned as a thought came to him. "Insisted?" he asked dryly. "If I heard right, then I'm pretty sure it was more like, 'Do this or I attack your country'."
Yami couldn't help but smile a bit at Seto's attitude. "So you will do this?"
The High Priest nodded. "If I must, I will."
----------------------------------------------*End Dream*------------------- -------------------------
Yami blinked as he awoke, hearing Yugi's call.
"Hey Yami, where did you put my deck? I need to bring it to school today." Yugi's voice floated into his soul room.
"On the desk." He replied groggily, trying to get his mind to become fully awake.
// What a strange dream. // he mused. His eyes narrowed. // Or should I say memory. I never knew the pharaoh, or I, I should say, was on such good terms with the High Priest Seto- supposedly the evil sorcerer against him, me, whatever. //
He shook his head. Things were getting so confusing. He felt Yugi start to get ready for school. He sat down, his back against the wall. This would be a long day.
Somewhere else in Domino City, in yet another Millennium item, a second spirit was having his own dream. Yami Bakura lay on the floor of his own soul room, eyes closed in sleep.
----------------------------------------------*Yami Bakura's Dream*--------- ---------------------
Bakura (For now, that is what Yami Bakura will be called.) looked around, taking in all that he saw.
// It has been so long, // he thought. //since I have been here. //
Waves of golden sand stretched before him, as far as he could see, the pyramids rising out of them were bathed in moonlight. Behind him, he knew, lay the city. He stood pressed against the wall of one of the pyramids. His ears caught the soft sound of footsteps.
Peering around the corner, Bakura saw a guard disappear over the far corner. He ran, feeling the cool desert air brush against him. He ducked into the passageway just as a different guard came his way.
Bakura smirked. They would not be able to catch him. He had studied their movements long enough to know when a certain passageway was not watched. He snuck down the corridor, his back pressed against the wall so as to not be seen. Suddenly, he felt one of the carvings behind him sink down.
Bakura swore softly. He had gotten careless and hit a trap. He ducked down just as arrows flew out of the wall towards him. He felt them barely pass over his head. After the assault had worn off, he got back up. It would not be wise to linger now.
Carefully, Bakura went back the way he came. Undoubtedly, his carelessness would have gotten the soldiers' attention. He would have to get out before they caught him.
Too late. As he turned the corner, he found him self faced with a group of soldiers. He tried to turn around and run, to lose himself within the passages, but behind him, more soldiers gathered.
Bakura swore as they surrounded him, cutting off any means of escape. He tensed. If they wanted a fight, they would get one.
------------------------------------------*End Dream*----------------------- -------------------------
Bakura woke with a start. // What kind of dream was that? // he thought with a growl. Suddenly, he grew still, a thoughtful expression on his face. // Wait. I remember now. That was no dream- that actually happened! //
A ship was docked by Domino Pier. Inside one of its rooms, Marik lay on a bed asleep. The Millennium rod lay on a chair beside him, glinting as the first few rays of the sun struck it.
-----------------------------------------*Marik's Dream*-------------------- ------------------------
Marik swore as he looked around him. Three men pressed around him, their figures menacing. He backed up, but found himself pressed against a wall.
One of them swung a fist at him, which he dodged. He struck back, and the man fell. Before he could turn, however, he felt himself caught in the arms of one of the others. He tried to struggle, to hurt the man so he would let go, but found that he was unable to twist into the right position.
The other man laughed and walked casually over to stand in front of him.
// What is all this? // he thought angrily. // Is this a dream? It all seems so familiar . . . //
Yet, he had no time to think as the man pulled out a knife. He saw it flash and tried to brace himself for when it struck. But it never came. The man pulled his arm back to stab him, and a hand reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.
Marik bit back a gasp. It was a girl. Her other hand drew a knife of her own and held it to the man's neck.
Her voice was a dangerous whisper. "Drop the knife. Now." She hissed.
Not surprisingly, the man did as he was told. The knife fell to the ground with a clatter.
She looked over at the man who held him. "Let go."
The man hesitated. She pressed the knife harder against the other's neck.
"Do as she says." The man pleaded his companion desperately.
Marik felt the arms that held him loosen, and stepped away. The girl released the man and gave him a shove. Without a backward glance, the two ran off.
Now that the threat was gone, Marik was able to get a good look at the girl. She was tall and slender, her hair and eyes dark, though in the dim moonlight, he could not tell what color they were. Even the white dress she wore was covered slightly in shadows.
Everything was silent, except for the sound of the knife being slid back into its sheath. The girl turned to leave.
Marik rediscovered his ability to talk. "Wait."
She turned. He slid off one of the gold bands he wore. "You have my thanks. So long as you have this, me or one of my followers will give you aid when you need it."
She took it, cocking her head slightly. "Who are you then, and who are your 'followers'?"
He shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "My name is Marik. As for my followers . . . they do a number of things."
He could have sworn he saw her grin. "You mean, some of them are thieves and such."
"Perhaps." Then, he thought of something. "You know who I am. Now answer me this: who are you? And why did you help me?"
She was already down the street, disappearing from view. Her voice drifted back. "My name is Tamereth. I helped because you needed it."
-----------------------------------------*End Dream*------------------------ -------------------------
Marik sat up in bed, impulsively reaching for his Rod. Whatever that dream was, what ever it meant, he didn't want it to matter. What he needed to do was to concentrate and win the Puzzle and the other Egyptian God Cards.
Despite what he wanted to think, he couldn't help but do otherwise. // Who was that? // he thought. // I remember . . . something like that, a long time ago. //
What happened then, he did not know. Now, it did not matter. He had more important things to worry about. Little did he know that he did have something to be concerned about. For he had forgotten, that the past will repeat itself- somehow, in some way.
Hope you all liked chapter 5. This part was longer, to make up for the shorter part before. Please review and tell me what you think. I know of at least one person who has read this and not written a review. I'd like to ask that you all review just so I can know how many people read this. If I find a lot of people are reading this, then I'll know to update faster. If not, then I can take my own sweet time, as I can always find something else to do . . . So please review! Thanks! ^-^
