The night was dark and mysterious. There were no sounds, besides the faint whispering of the trees and the eerie hoot of an owl. There was no light, besides the silvery white of the beam of moonlight that shone down upon the earth. There were no signs of life form, besides the dark shadow that was standing in front of the window. His darkness melted into the dark, as if he was part of it.

A stir was heard from behind him, and the shadow turned at the movement before turning back to the cool breeze of the open window. He gave a silent, desiring sigh.

Yugi Muto stirred in his bed before his amethyst eyes popped open. And noticing his yami wasn't in bed beside him, he sat up in the dark.

"Yami?" He whispered, looking around before sighting his darker half's shadow in front of the window the moonlight was streaming in. the gauzy drapes flowed gently as mistrials blew in from the warm summer night. "Yami, you okay?"

"I'm fine, aibou." Yami's deep rich voice answered without turning back. Yugi quietly slipped out of his bed. He walked over to the opened window and stood beside his other half. Together, they stared into the simmering luminescence and enjoy the luxury of the silence.

"Having one of those weird dreams again?" He asked after the moment of silence. Yami sighed, sounding tired and old.

"Yes." He replied.

"What is it about this time? The same thing?" Yami began having these dreams five days ago. Though Yugi wasn't sure what the dreams were about, he saw that the visions had left his yami restless and uneasy, which was totally unlike himself. If anything, Yami was the most confident and most gentle person in the whole world. Not to mention mysterious. But most of that came from the fact that Yami doesn't remember very much from his past, only a portion from his decades of ruling as the pharaoh of Egypt. And even that portion wasn't very clear.

"Yes, but this time, I saw her even more clearly." The dark sighed again. With his head filled with endless knowledge and boundless techniques in dueling, Yami was extremely wise and willingly, he guides Yugi through the toughest times. "I don't know, Yugi. I sensed that something is going to happen and it has something to do with her."

"Oh," the tri-color haired boy was silent, then decided to explore a bit more. "Was she your girlfriend?" He teased and gave Yami a poke in the ribs. Yami turned to his younger self, shocked at the notion.

"Aibou!" Yugi snickered, wondering if he had hit the spot. The former pharaoh walked over to Yugi's desk and sat down in the chair. He regarded the shorter boy thoughtfully, one eyebrow arched.

"Well?" Yugi prodded impatiently. Yami remained silent, staring steadily into his light's eyes. He seemed to be thinking about something.

"What you said was far from the truth, Yugi." He finally said slowly. "In fact, she was the only thing I do remember clearly from my past."

"Quit stalling, who was she?" The freshmen hopped from one foot to the other, excited from the suspense. His yami had never told him anything about his past before, beside him being a pharaoh. And though Yugi never pushed for information, he was eager to learn more about his Yami and his life. "Was she a queen from a foreign land? Or was she an exquisite Egyptian maiden? Or was she simply a princess?"

"She was bits of all what you just said," Yami's voice was smooth and held an aching longing in it. "But most of all, she was my daughter." Yugi's eyes widened as he stared at his darker half, dumbstruck.

"You had a daughter?!" He gawked.

"Not like that," Yami quickly added. "I fostered her and she was like my own daughter, my own blood to me." He said, his eyes held a dreamy look in the depth of the pools. "I loved her all the more, for that reason, and denied her nothing that wouldn't bring her harm." Then his expression turned melancholy. "But also for that reason, because she wasn't mine, she went through many hardships and shed many blood tears from my enemies."

"So…what was she like?" Yugi was still numb from the recognition that his yami had once been a father. His Yami, his best friend, his older brother, his guardian, his other half…had a daughter?! It might as well as be informing Yugi he had just sprouted two furry ears and a tail and was turning into a dog. For that fact that Yami just declared that he once had a daughter, Yugi all of a sudden felt really young, and Yami seemed really old.

"Gee, I knew you were a pharaoh and all five-thousand-years ago, Yami," he hastened to say. "But I never knew you were THAT old."

"I'm NOT that old, aibou!" Yami protested. "Though I had always seemed older for my age from all the responsibilities I've gotten. But what can you expect when you're the only male child out of forty-three children? Most all of them from different mothers?" Yugi bulked at this.

"Forty-three kids?" His jaws hung open. What kind of strange ancient tradition was this? "Wow! And you're the only male?" Yami nodded stiffly.

"Not counting the ones that died or left, of course." He pointed out.

"Uh…how did they die?" Did he dare ask?

"Well," Yami counted on his fingers. "Many died at birth and infancy, several were assassinated, a few were poisoned, and one of my younger sisters were carried off by a band of Arabians." Looking at his aibou's expression, Yami quickly said. "I'm sorry, aibou, I don't mean to––"

"It's okay, Yami," Yugi swallowed. "Just tell me about…her." Yami's expression turned illusory and his eyes lit up. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, remembering everything about her. Yugi could only imagine what kind of charming Egyptian maiden would do this to the great pharaoh, making his starry eyed and romantic.

"Her name was Delphinium," Yami began in a dreamy Utopian voice. "Princess Delphinium…"