Any notes this time…? Actually, I have two! First one, Seto will not appear in the chapter unfortunately. ~_~ Some evil wife of mine poked his eye out. Well, that's not the real reason, but hey it's a good excuse. Second, Yugi's crazy! I'm serious! No one seemed to catch that in the first chapter. Then again I didn't make it apparent… but he is. You'll understand once you read.

Total chapters planned for this story has been set at nine. If I happen to go over then everyone will get to watch me twitch and die a horrible death because I need to learn to stop doing that!

Flashback.

Act Three:
Denial in which we seek protection eternal
Shielding ourselves from what is real
Binding oneself to endless lies
A life in such a way, does not appeal
Our hearts break with the slightest push
Penetrating the soft fabric
Gentle hearts made not of glass

"I don't want to sleep on the bed!" Katsuya yelled stubbornly. If one were to take a close enough look, they would've sworn he was pouting. He had his arms folded childishly across his chest and his nose stuck in the air, acting exactly like a five year old boy would.

"Would you stop being so hopelessly obdurate?" Otogi yelled right back at him, pushing a piece of his raven hair behind his ear in an attempt to calm his frustrations.

"I'm not the one being stubborn. If anything it's you who's the stubborn one!" At this Ryuuji could do nothing but growl. This pointless brawl had been going on for over an hour, and quite frankly, he was beyond tired of it.

"Fine!" Otogi declared throwing his hands in the air defeated. "Have it your way! I'll sleep on the bed." He all but stomped over flopping onto the soft fabric.

The blonde grinned in victory, and went to take his place on the floor. Of course this so-called-victory was only half lived. He whined loudly as he felt himself fall right on top of Ryuuji. All the blood his face rushed to his cheeks tinting them a dark red. He tried his hardest to ignore how close they were right then. Given that he was directly on top of him, and for some reason his legs didn't want to work, it was rather hard. "I thought you said you'll sleep on the bed," he croaked out over the large knot that formed in his throat.

"I am planning on sleeping on the bed, as are you, and that's not negotiable!" Otogi stated firmly, clearly still agitated about the whole thing. Katsuya gave a small nod. Not that he had to, he just felt obligated for some reason. His body for some reason did not want to move for reasons unknown to him. He did however, having an irking suspicion that it had to do with the dream he had early in Seto's bed.

All he could will himself to do was study the man underneath him. So that is what he did. He took in the curve of his face, or at least the little of it that was visible to him since all light had been put out long ago. Strangely, he found the other's lips remarkably entrancing. "Katsuya?" Ryuuji asked, his emerald eye blinking closed.

"Kiss me…" The please came unplanned, and certainly surprised both of them. Inside Katsuya was quaking with fear though his exterior showed him much braver then he was. He hadn't meant to say it. Now that he had, he wanted it.

Otogi's voice failed him, his mouth opening and closing idiotically as he searched for something to say. "What?" was all he had managed to get out. Mentally he was scolding himself for not thinking of something better to say or even doing something! He must've looked like such a fool!

"Shh…" The blonde placed his finger over his lips. "Just kiss me," He whispered again though he did not wait for the other to comply. On the contrary, he removed his finger from atop the others lips and replaced them with his own.

Unlike his dream he could feel the softness of them. They where soft, but slightly chapped, rough underneath him. They tasted of something that could only be described as Ryuuji. Possibly such things as sunshine, rainbows after a soft rainfall, flowers when the bloom in the springtime or anything else equally ridiculous for a taste, but wonderful in spite of it.

He pulled away, reluctantly. In the midst of enjoying the sweet sensation produced from kissing Ryuuji, Katsuya much to his disappointment, realized that his kiss had not been returned. "I'm sor-" he began to apologize. Two relentless lips pressed harshly against his own cut him off.

Slender fingers ran through his blonde tresses as the hands the belonged pushed him forward demandingly. A moan slithered its way out of Ryuuji's throat when he pulled away. They lowered, attacking Katsuya's jaw line with an overwhelming ferocity. The blonde whimpered helplessly at the ministrations. His head titled back as mewls of passion escaped his lips.

"Katsuya!" The said blonde twitched slightly rolling onto his side. Just great, he was starting to hear voice in his heads. "Katsuya, wake up!" The voice called again. He mumbled something along the lines of 'go away stupid voice…' before pushing his head deeper into the fabric. (1)

He paused. A blanket? He shot strait up, effectively knocking the back of his head with the front of the small servant boy, Ryou's. It had been just a dream. A very nice dream, but a dream all the same. Again it was about Ryuuji. He crinkled his forehead in thought. It was strange, he had just met the raven-haired priest and he was already having dreams about him. With Seto he hadn't started dreaming of him in such ways until they had…

"Katsuya!" Ryou called to him extremely annoyed with being ignored. The blond blinked, looking at him with a confused expression. "You were grunting in your sleep," he explained, his hard expression softening. "I was worried so I woke you up."

"Grunting?" Katsuya wondered aloud. Outside the room it could probably be conceived that way, so he turned to the silver haired servant and smiled. "Thank you Ryou, I was having a nightmare. I'm sorry for making you worry."

Ryou gave a small nod. "Master Ryuuji should be back in a few minutes if you would like to wait," he turned to leave, "though if you would rather not stay I can inform him of your leave."

"I'll stay," Katsuya half muttered. With that the silver haired servant smiled and headed out the door. He fell back onto the soft sheets, staring at the ceiling above him. "Why do I keep having these dreams…?" He asked himself squeezing his eyes shut.

A scowl placed it self on his soft features. 'No, Katsuya, I don't love you', the words from the night before replayed themselves in his mind. "Baka…" He cursed, "I know this is all your fault."

(Quite a few years later)

An angel appeared in flame out of the midst of a bus, before him. The bush had caught flame but did not burn. Yami turned to see for how could one not look upon such a sight. The bush was indeed on fire but was not consumed by this flame.

When the Lord saw that he turned to see he spoke to him from the bush. "Yami," he said, "here I am."

All Yami could do was look on in awe. He walked forward and was called onto again. "Take off thy shoes for this is holy ground you stand upon," the Lord said to him in his divine voice. There was the unspoken words, 'I am God,' that called inside of Yami's mind. He covered his face, afraid to look upon God.

"I have seen the anguish of my people which are in Egypt," the Lord declared, "I know their sorrows and have heard their cry reason of their taskmasters. I come down to convey them out of the hands of the Egyptians, to bring them onto land fine and large.

"Behold the cry of the child of Israel has come onto me and I have seen the oppression where the Egyptians have oppressed them.

"I send thee unto the Pharaoh Yugi, so thou shall free the children of Israel from the from the grasps of Egypt."

Yami could do not but stand amazed. "Who am I to go unto the Pharaoh and bring the children of Israel from Egypt?" He asked. And who was he but a mere Israelite himself?

The palace hadn't changed a bit since he had left years ago. Everyone was always busy. Hundreds of slaves working until they thought their backs would break, and then just work more. The servants of the palace would run around rushed to get whatever their masters had told them, the young one Ryou, working twice as hard as any.

All of the busy life seemed to come to a halt as soon as Yami began to walk inside of its walls. The servants would stop and stair in awe at the prince they had lost so many years ago.

The people of Egypt along with the Hebrews looked on at Yami in utter shock. Below him lied the lifeless body of one of the slave workers. His crimson eyes were wide upon the corpse. Had he really just done that? His head lifted, looking at everyone around him. They were all looking at him! He had to run. He had to get away from their judging eyes.

Yugi, the one he had called brother for so long, had a child. That was one of the many things Yami had heard. His boy was now about to turn six years old. He hadn't even noticed that much time had passed. The other thing he heard was the boy had long black hair and deep violet eyes. He was the son of the Lady Isis, a free woman but sister to Yugi's lover Malik, and the heir to the throne of Egypt, Yugi. He heard all of these things as he ventured to the palace. The Hebrews would whisper as he walked by, looking at him with wide eyes.

They all looked upon his thin face and beaten hair, the wooden rod he carried in his hand and the poorly made robes. He walked past them and all they could do was stand amazed. He glanced at them feeling a slight nervousness coming over him, but he swallowed it. He was here to do the will of God.

Then Yami reached the throne chamber, taking in the familiar hieroglyphs, the high walls, the throne at the top of it, and too had not changed. But as he came closer to the throne itself, he discovered that the Pharaoh had. "Yugi?" He whispered bemused by the site of the small boy with the tri-colored hair on the thrown. Next to him the slave Malik kneeling beside him with his hands stroking the young Pharaoh's hair.

Those lavender eyes narrowed at him. Venomous they were, protective. Malik never let anyone come near Yugi unless it was absolutely necessary or out of his hands. Most people would've coward at his deadly gaze. Everyone knew that Malik was a little less then sane.

Yami walked forward more, stopping only feet before the two with his rod in hand. Finally Yugi titled his head upwards to look at him. His violet eyes, which had been brimming with tears, brightened a great bit. "Yami!" he cried moving away from the arms of Malik and up to Yami pulling him into a tight hug. "You have returned. To what do I owe such an honor?"

"I have come here to serve the will of the Lord God," Yami said, pulling away from the small one's embrace with a heavy look in his eyes, "Let his people go."

It was then Malik intervened. He wrapped his tanned, slender arms around the small figure of Yugi, pulling him away from his 'brother'. Violet eyes looked up at him displeased. "Malik, what are you doing? Let go of me, I must speak with Yami," the Pharaoh Yugi whispered as not to let Yami hear what he was saying. He didn't quite understand why, but he didn't want it reaching his brother's ears.

"My Pharaoh," the blonde slave whispered getting down on his knees, cradling Yugi's face in both of his hands, "do not listen to his foolish banter. I warn you, he may be your brother but releasing the Hebrews would only bring trouble. Do not let his talk of God and his people cloud your mind. He is here to trick you. God has nothing to do with it. He is a Hebrew so he wishes that you let his kind go."

The small ruler looked at Malik in half-disbelief then back at Yami with sorrow filled eyes. Once again he turned to his blonde slave. "But Yami is kind," he whispered softly, feeling as if his heart was being ripped in two.

"How is he kind?" Malik asked, a bit of malice heard in his voice, "Was he kind when he abandoned you, left you alone in the palace to take on all the responsibilities of Egypt? Was he kind to choose people he knew nothing of over you who he had know and loved all his life? He may have been kind in the past, but he has deceived you already, my Pharaoh. Do not let him do it again." Yugi opened his mouth once again to begin to protest. He did not want to have to make this sort of decision. It was far too heavy a burden. "My Pharaoh do my eyes and heart deceive me? Would you choose one who has hurt you in such unbearable was over I who has served and loved you so loyal?" Malik placed a kiss on Yugi's head, "Pharaoh do not break my heart so. I do not believe I could bear it."

A small squeak of defeat escaped Yugi's lips. Malik was right; Yami had in a way betrayed him and Malik… he was always there. He was always around whenever Yugi needed him willing to do anything he asked of him. "You're right," Yugi said softly under his breath. The strong hands that were holding his cheeks retreated.

Pharaoh Yugi made his way back to where Yami could better see him. He put on a stern face, one in which he only used when conducting matters concerning his people. "Yami, I cannot let God's people go," He declared, "leave now dear brother for there is nothing I can do for you."

"I am afraid I cannot do that," Yami replied. "I will tell you again, let release his people!"

"I cannot do what you what you ask of me! It is too much!" Yugi yelled the words unintentionally. He could feel the choking pain of tears threatening to spill over in his throat and a sharp sting of the liquid in the corner of his eyes. "Leave now before I am forced to remove you!" Yami opened his mouth yet again to object to what the young Pharaoh was saying. "Do not assume I will not do as I say!" Yugi called out, "I beg of you leave me now!"

With these words Yami realized there was nothing he could do at that moment. He would have to leave and return sometime later, hopefully sometime when Malik wasn't around to bend Yugi to his every wish. "Farewell, we will meet again," he said a small flash of warning was found in his eyes as he turned to leave the palace.

As Yami turned and left, Yugi finally began to let the tears that had burned his vision fall over. At the sight of this, Malik gathered him into his arms kissing the salty beads of liquid away. "Now Pharaoh do not fret," he whispered into his ear, "it was for the best." He pulled away and smiled. Well, it was the closest thing to a genuine smile that Malik could muster. It turned out looking more like a deformed smirk then anything else.

~*~*~

Nighttime had once again fallen over the cities of Egypt. Jounouchi once again had found himself sitting on the same sand hill he had when meeting Seto, met Ryuuji and now talked to the raven-haired priest many times on. Absently he wondered exactly how many times he had sat on this hill with Otogi since he had lost Seto.

A deep scowl placed itself on his features. It had been along time since he had thought about the brunette. Still somehow there was an every-lingering pain from the words he had spoken years ago. Why he hadn't been able to get over him after all this time was far beyond Katsuya.

"Katsuya." The friendly yet stern voice made Jou turn around abruptly. He was greeted with the smiling face of the raven-haired priest, Otogi. The smile that made itself known on the blonde's face was inventible, and seeming to become a routine.

It was the same as it was why he still felt the sharp twinge of sadness whenever he thought of Seto. Whenever he saw Ryuuji before him he could do nothing but smile. There was something about the gracious nature Otogi had about him that lit up his face. He knew that if needed the priest could be quite forceful and cruel, having been on the end of it more then once. Still the thought was not discouraging.

"It's a beautiful night tonight," Katsuya said softly turning his gaze back to the sands and sky.

"I don't understand how you can look off like this so often," Ryuuji said suddenly taking a seat down next to the blonde. Ocher eyes widened greatly at the faintly familiar words. "Its just sand after all," he turned his head to meet the gaze of the startled blonde.

Immediately Jou looked downwards, a faint pink coloring his cheeks. "It's not just sand," he muttered quietly, "its beautiful sand. The kind of beauty I can never get enough of…" The words just rolled of his tongue as he recalled the dream he had, had so long ago. He lifted his head to look into the eyes of a now smiling Ryuuji. "Like your beauty Ryuuji."

The emerald orbs he was gazing into widened considerably. At that time of night, it was hard to tell, but Jounouchi could see the signs of a deep blush tinting those normally pale white cheeks. He was silent for quite a while. His hands fidgeted in his lap. Katsuya wondered what it was that was going through his mind right about then.

"Can I kiss you?" Ryuuji asked shyly, lowering his head so his hair hid his eyes. There wear filled to the brim with the nervousness he felt at that moment. It was something he did not wish to show the blonde.

There was never a spoken answer. The only close Otogi had gotten was the press of two lips against his own and the hands that cradled the back of his head.

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(1) Did you honestly believe I would make it that easy for them?

Yes, this one was short, but it was all I could really think of to get done. The last scene was overly fluffy, I know. It makes me sick too. ^^ Anyways, tell me what you think!