ooo, i feel so luuuuuuuved! anywayz review time!
Yugiohchix2008: yay! You like my fic! Glad you do. You are a very hyper person, Jess. Here's chapter 4!
libra071988: glad you like it! are you an anzu fan, perhaps? seems like it! i read your fic, the one entitled Hell on Earth? very interesting! i have some info on teanna's past.... if you wanna know it should show up in the story!
Embient: dun dun DUN! well, a lot of my stories are mysterious like that. you know, you don't really seem to get what's going on until a while later in the book... hey, i read Stephen King! His books are pretty mysterious.... dot dot dot..... im in the middle of Pet Sematary right now....
angelus_2040: thanks so much! I'm glad you think it's done so well! yea my little bro(he's ten) had read it and he had to read it a couple of times before he actually got it. influence of my friends and fave authors, I guess. my friends all are very avid readers so they're always like "write something more interesting!" and my fave authors are pretty complicated writers themselves...
seguha: yea, i know. its hard to write fics, especially when it's all laid out in your mind, and then, suddenly, when you put it on paper, it changes a lot. wierd how that works.....
AkaVertigo: yes, it is, isn't it.....
also... 'Asenath' is a real Egyptian name. she was the daughter of a Pharaoh, uhhh... Amenhotep III? i think it was. ANYWAY, it's said that Yami's father, Ankumanukanon, was based after Amenhotep III, and so Yami would be Thutmosis IIIV, Amenhotep's son... I can't remember anymore (whether he was the fourth or the third or what....) Just that he lived is all I know. Also, i think the son of Thutmosis IIIV is Ahkenaten... lemme think... who then married Nefertiti, and got lotsa people mad, and then Tutankamun ruled..... Wait now I'm confused....
ANYWAY just look up the eighteenth dynasty of Pharaohs online or something. It was around 3,000 years ago, so it really doesnt matter. all i know is Yami's father is based after Amenhotep the SOMETHING.... and that his grandson was Ahkenaten.... yeah anyway...
ASENATH is pronouced like this: OH-sen-nahth
on with da fic!
I'm Still Dreaming
Chapter Four
"I have seen that room, yes," Yami said, placing his hand against the icy window.
"Really?" Yugi said, sitting in a desk chair, a notebook and a pen in hand. "I never saw it."
"That's because it's a secret door," Yami explained. "It's buried deep within my heart, something that's covered by time and age."
"What could be in there?" Yugi wondered.
"Something that has to do with Anzu," Yami muttered.
"Do you think so?" Yugi asked, leaning forward. "Because, if it's old, and if it's been there the whole time, then do you think... Do you think that Anzu has something to do with your past?"
"I know she does," Yami said, turning to Yugi. (He had been previously looking out the window.)
"How does she relate....?"
"I don't know," Yami said, "But I do know it has something to do with my life before I was Pharaoh."
"Really?" Yugi asked again. "Well, mou hitori no boku, maybe you should investigate the room then."
"Hmmm... Maybe I shall," Yami said, pulling his legs into a cross-legged position. "You know, Aibou, maybe it's best if you don't say any of this to anyone else besides Anzu... Maybe not even her. "
"Why?" Yugi asked, slightly surprised. He was sure that Yami would want to include Jonouchi in this.
"Because..." he trailed off, looking down. "Oh, I don't know. Whenever I see that flower on that door, I think about..."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing, I'll tell you later," he said, his face going slightly red.
"What's going on around here?" Yugi cried out suddenly. "First, Anzu has a strange dream about your soul room. Then, Jonouchi is hit by a truck crossing the road to come to my house because of a girl that he saw in his dreams. Then, Honda and Otogi won't stop ranting about some crazy ghost they saw. Now you're saying that you know about this door yet you won't tell me anything?" Yami, who had not expected this sudden outburst, looked quite taken aback.
"I.... I...." he stammered, then calmed down. He smiled.
"Well?" Yugi demanded. Suddenly, a yell came from downstairs.
"Mutou Yugi, if I hear you stomp your feet one more time-" Stomping on the stairs, and then the door flung open. Yami disapeared instantly, to the safe shrouds of the Sennen Puzzle. Mutou Rachel, a very self-stammered woman, was standing angrily in the doorway, hands on her hips, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Uhh..." Yugi started, when his mother shook her head.
"You better be doing homework up here," she warned, "and all that stomping around better be for something, otherwise you are in a world of trouble, mister." Yugi had sat down by now, swinging his legs. He didn't even notice the sharp pains in his toes as they skimmed the rug.
"Y-yes...." Yugi muttered, his notebook on his lap. Rachel sighed. She turned around as if she were going to leave, when she suddenly turned back.
"Oh, yes, and, umm....." Rachel looked down at her son. Her eyes seemed sad. "Uhh, Otousan... He wanted me to give this to you." Rachel tossed a ratty, old notebook onto Yugi's bed. Yugi looked at it, a look of confusion on his face.
"What is it?"
"It... belonged to your father...." Rachel said, her expression softening. She stared at the notebook, almost losing track of herself. She stood there, in the doorway, her body turned as if she were about to leave, her hand on the frame of the doorway. She had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was thinking hard about something.
"Uhhh.... Mum?" Yugi said, standing up. He started towards her as she didn't respond. He lightly touched her arm. Rachel blinked, her head receding, and looked at her son, as if she just realized he was there.
"Oh! Yugi, I...." she trailed off.
"I know, Mum." Yugi, who was reaching the height of his mother, placed his hand on her shoulder. She put her own cool hand on top of it. She was looking at a photo on the table in the hallway, an old photo, one that she managed to save for all this time. Yugi could feel the wedding band on her ring finger, a slim, gold band, with a single pattern of roses etched into it. They stayed this way for about a minute, when the phone rang and broke the stillness of the apartment. Rachel moved away quickly, leaving her son's hand suspended in the air. He pulled it back and watched his mother run into the downstairs office, picking up the phone. She almost never used the upstairs phone; it was a different line.
Yugi was about to retreat into his room when he stopped, his eyes locked on the same picture. He walked over to it, picking it up, and holding it gently in his hands.
The picture was faded; the oak frame had tiny, minute grains of sand falling out of it from the time when his father carted it around with him everywhere. The beautiful varnish finish that had once made the wood shine had long since chipped and faded; the back was broken, so it leaned against the phone cradle for support. However, the picture was still so beautiful, and so priceless. There was none other like it in the entire apartment above the Kame Game Shop.
Yugi was holding it gingerly in his hands, as if he was afraid of breaking it, when Yami appeared in the doorway, watching his hikari's back as he stared long and hard at something in his hands.
"Aibou....?" he asked hesitently, as if afraid he was going to scare the boy. Yugi didn't respond. Yami moved over to where the teen stood, and peered over his shoulder. Yugi now was tracing the outline of a young man in the old photo, one who's kind face and cheery eyes were similar to Yugi's.
"Who's that?" Yami asked. Yugi smiled a little.
"My father."
"He seems like a proud man."
"He was. He brought this picture, in this very frame, actually, around with him for three years while he was still traveling." Yugi sighed. "It was one of the...." Yugi took a deep, shuddering breath, "It was one of the only things that they brought back from his l-last trip." The sound of tears was lingering in Yugi's voice.
"The one he died on?"
"Yes." Yugi looked down at the pretty picture again. In the picture was his father, wearing what looked like regular clothes, except for the beautiful flower arangment pinned to his shirt. Next to him was Mutou Rachel, wearing a long, yellow sundress, flowers in her hair, a bouquet in her hand. The picture was taken in a sunny setting, with many trees with blossoming flowers and petals falling all over the place. It could have been Domino Center in spring. Yami sighed.
"He promised he would always be there," Yugi said softly. He put his hand over his mother's right arm. Yami couldn't figure out why.
"But that was a long time ago," Yugi said, nearly throwing the picture down onto the table. He ran into his room and slammed the door, leaving the transparent Pharaoh to be standing in the hallway. Yami gently picked up the photo, and gasped slightly.
The glass pane in the front of the frame had a crack in it. Yami frowned. As he propped it back up, he thought about the feelings that Yugi just had. He could sense them. He had sensed anger in him, seeing it nearly radiate off his body. However, he also sensed.... Hatred? Had he sensed Hatred?
Yami knew Yugi always thought of his father with admiration and pride, but just then, he felt anger in him, mixed with hatred. He knew that, in his anger, Yugi accidentaly broke something, something he would later regret. Yami couldn't figure out why he was so angry at him. It wasn't his fault for dying, was it? Yami smiled at the photo, knowing it had been his parents wedding day. Then, he noticed what was on Rachel's right arm.
A tiny little figure, a baby, maybe only a few months old, was curled up in her arm. He was awake, his eyes very bright, has arms reaching up around his mother's neck, his father's arm supporting his back. Yami sighed.
That little baby was Yugi. He stood back, and looked at all the other photo's that lined the table. Most of them were Yugi's friends and family. One of Anzu, however, caught Yami's eye.
In the photo, Anzu was dressed in one of her dancing outfits. She had cherry blossoms in her hair, tied in with pink ribbons. Her hair had sparkles in it. She looked very happy, her cheeks slightly pink. She was wearing a white dress with no sleezes, and tall, white gloves that had a little wave pattern, and what looked like blue silk. At her waist the dress poofed out a little, more, smaller cherry blosssom petals and ribbons and sparkles decorating the rest of the skirt. Her wrists had pink ribbons tied around them in little bows, and Anzu was carrying a bouquet in her arms. She wasn't looking at the camera; she was gazing down at her bouquet, her eyes gentle and sweet. They reflected the sun, glowing sort of gold. A breeze was picking up her hair and her skirt, so her short, light brown hair flared out, along with the long, white skirt. She looked like a goddess; Ma'at, Yami thought, the Goddess of Beauty.
"Wow...." Yami's heart skipped a beat. An indigo shawl was draped over her shoulders lazily, as if she had grabbed it after her recital to keep herself warm, even though he could tell this recital was outdoors during the summer.
The way she stood... The loving look in her eyes.... Yami had to shake his head vigerously to snap himself out of it. He knew, though; he knew he had seen someone just like Anzu, with that loving gaze, the long hair, the golden eyes, especially that familiar indigo shawl.... He suddenly could remember this person, way back in his mind, leaning against him, her arms slowly reaching up around his neck, burring her face into his chest.... Gently kissing his lips, slowly and sweetly....
Again, he shook his head, this time holding it.
"Whoa," he said out loud. "Snap out of it." He went back to Yugi's room, and peared inside. Yugi was sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep. His face was tear-streaked; Yami wasn't the only one who had resurfaced emotions.
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"W-what do you mean, I'm her reincarnation?" Anzu stammered. Isis nodded.
"Yeah, unless I'm wrong and the spell didn't work-"
"What?" Honda asked. "What spell? What are you talking about?" Isis sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I would have thought you would have gotten it by now," she said, irritated.
"Sorry," Anzu said, "but I'm very confused here."
"Duh," Isis started, "the spell. The reincarnation spell that a priestess cast on the Pharaoh and his court. I thought you would have realized this by now."
"Pharaoh.... and his court?" Honda asked, slightly confused.
"Yes, Honda," Isis said. "The Pharaoh and the six priests who owned Sennen Items. They were reincarnated by a young priestess who was trying to save her brother." Then she added, "and some others." However, Honda and Anzu were still on 'save her brother'.
"Who was trying to save who?" Anzu asked.
"I thought you came here for the story of the Indigo Girl!" a voice said from the doorway. Maho had returned. "I thought you would be gone by now."
"Not yet, Maho," Isis said. "These two know some people who are part of the Reprimend."
"Ah," said Maho clapping his hands once. "That's why they're still here." He stopped suddenly, staring at Anzu. "Wait, isn't she....?"
"Queen Sennaniakah? Yes," Isis said, hands on her hips. Anzu spun around to face Maho.
"How do you know.... about whoever..... and... huh?" Maho shrugged.
"Hey, we're part of the spell too, right?" Maho said to Isis, taking a bite of a sandwhich.
"Yes, Maho," Isis answered, rolling her eyes.
"I thought so," Maho said. "I knew I thought so..." He sat down on a filing cabinet.
"What are you still doing in here?" Isis asked, hands on her hips again.
"This is gonna be interesting," Maho said. "If me discovering I was a part of this whole mess was interesting, this should be doubly interesting." Then he added as an afterthought, "Arya is coming later on, Isis. She needs to interview some of the peope for a project. She was hoping she could use you as a subject."
"Oh, joy," Isis said. "Not Arya. Anything but her."
"Don't get started on my sister now, Isis," Maho said, waving the sandwhich at her. "You like her, you know it...." Isis rolled her eyes.
"Isis," Anzu started, "Who is Queen.... Senna...... uhhhh...."
"Sennaniakah," Maho said, but since his mouth was full, it sounded like "Senn-ee-nah-kuh".
"Yeah." Isis took a deep breath, and said
"Well, the Pharaoh's wife, of course. Why else would she be the Queen?" This took Anzu and Honda by surprise.
"Wait a second, back up," Honda said. "The Pharaoh's wife? He has a wife?"
"Are we talking about the same person?"
"Yes, unless there is another ancient Pharaoh you know personally."
"So this is mou hitori no Yugi(another Yugi) we're talking about, right?" Honda asked.
"Yes," Isis said, exasperated.
"He.... has a wife."
"Yup."
"Since when?"
"Since he was fourteen."
"FOURTEEN?!"
"What do you expect? This is ancient Egypt! You were lucky if you lived to 30!"
"Oh yeah…." Maho was about to say something, when the phone in his office rang. He rolled his eyes and ran over to it.
"Hello?" he said, sighed, then continued in French again. "Bonjour, Jon.... Oui, oui je l'ai.... Attente ! Non, je ne sais pas... Huh ?(*)" he stared at the phone, as a voice yelled through the receiver.
"Uhh, Maho….?" Isis asked. Maho took a deep breath, then put the receiver back onto his ear.
"Uhhhh.... Bonjour ? Qui êtes-vous ?(**)" he said, then sighed. "Bon, Jon, c'est vous. Ce qui s'est produit ?.... La ligne a été coupée ? Comment ?... Un intrus ?... Oui, je dirai Isis....(***)" He covered the phone and yelled, "Hey! Isis! We have another hacker!"
"Oh, God," Isis sighed. She turned and went back to her desk.
"Umm, Isis?" Anzu asked warily.
"Yes?"
"Could you tell us about this Queen girl?"
"You mean the Indigo Girl, or…"
"The Indigo Girl," Honda said quickly. Isis sighed.
"The Indigo Girl is believed to be an Egyptian queen who died over three thousand years ago, around the year 1400 B.C. They say that sometimes, during the winter in Egypt, a young maiden dressed either in colorful clothes or in queen attire will be seen around Egyptian cities. It's said that she's trying to find her husband, a Pharaoh, whom she loved greatly. She is also trying to find her son, who was taken from them shortly after his birth."
"Yugi had a son, too?"
"Be quiet! Anyway, this ghost… She disappeared about a year ago. No one has seen her for over a year. However, recently, people think they've seen her here in Japan, which is why you probably heard of her, Anzu."
"Why is she here?" Anzu asked.
"Does it have to do with Yugi?" Honda wondered. Isis nodded.
"I'm pretty sure that the Indigo Girl and Queen Sennaniakah lived and died around the same time, meaning they were most likely the same person. " Anzu nodded. Isis sighed.
"Which leads me to believe that you are her reincarnation." Anzu just realized what she was saying.
"So… My incarnation… Was married to the Pharaoh?"
"Yup." Maho came back into the room.
"Hey!" he said, continuing with his sandwhich, "why don't you tell them about Priestess Asenath?"
"Who?" Both Anzu and Honda asked together.
"A young woman who, for some reason, hated the Queen," Isis said, sighing. "No one knows why. She cursed the poor girl, making her unable to have children for the rest of her life."
"But didn't she…." Anzu started, confused. "Wait. Didn't she have a child?"
"Yes, she did," Isis said. "Zvallah. A son."
"Well…. I am so confused right now!" Anzu said, throwing her arms into the air.
"Have you seen the Indigo Girl?" Maho asked.
"No," Anzu said, just as Honda said "Yes." The two looked at each other, surprised.
"You have?"
"Does she look like Anzu?"
"Yes."
"Then I have." Everyone in the room stared at him. Honda shrugged, his face one of confusion. "I thought she was you." Isis leaned forward, shock showing in her deep brown eyes.
"Did she speak to you?"
"No..." Honda said, raising his eyebrows. "I didn't expect her to..." He took a breath. Anzu shuffled her feet nervously.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Hmm?" Isis said, turning to her. "Why?"
"I'm scared... Of that priestess..."
"Who, Asenath?" Maho said, brushing her off. "She's been dead for nearly three thousand years!"
"Yes, but I don't know. She just...." Anzu said, trailing off. "She just.... What if she was able to curse me because I'm her reincarnation and she hates me, too?"
"I seriously doubt that," Maho said, peeling a banana. "Asenath was only jealous of Teanna. She didn't really hate her."
"But I thought she cursed her!" Anzu protested.
"She did, but Teanna's own power was able to break the curse," Maho shot back.
"Or at least crack it," Isis said to Maho. "Remember, Zvallah's birth took a hefty toll on her body and soul."
"Yeah. And, that kid could only have been four pounds, five at the most," Maho agreed, his mouth full of banana. The four stood in the room for awhile, while Anzu processed all this new information in her mind. She was definently scared, alright. Actually, 'scared' was an understatement. She was terrified. She had just learned, in less then an hour, that she was the reincarnation of a young Queen who haunted Egypt for three thousand years. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind....
"Could she be here because..... She's looking for Yugi?" She said timidly.
"What?" Isis said, taken aback.
"Yeah," Anzu said, gaining confidence. "You said she was trying to find her son and her husband, right?"
"Well..."
"If she is the Queen, then mou hitori no Yugi must be her husband," Anzu said. "So maybe she's just here for that reason." Isis considered this. She tapped her foor placidly on her desk.
"Maybe...." Honda, however, was still back on Asenath.
"Wait, Isis... If what you said... goes together... Then... Asenath is Yugi's sister?" Isis turned to him, as if she had just noticed he was there.
"Yes, I believe so," Isis said, frowning a little. Maho was just watching Anzu's reactions, a small smile plastered on his face.
"So.... Why would she be jealous of Teanna....?"
"Is 'Teanna' short for 'Sennaniakah' by any chance?" Honda asked suddenly.
"Yes," Isis said, then went back to Anzu. "Well, no one really knows why a Princess would be jealous of a servant girl...."
"What now?" Anzu said, sounding tired and exasperated.
"Think about it. Before Yugi's father died, Yugi was a Prince. Naturally, his sister would be a Prince-ess, and Teanna was a servant girl of a noble."
"Asenath was jealous of a servant girl?" Anzu said, her jaw dropping. "That's hard to believe."
Honda looked at the wall clock, and nearly jumped.
"Oh, God, we better go, Anzu," he said. "I was due back at home fifteen minutes ago. Oh, nee-sa is gonna kill me...."
"Wait..." Anzu said, then turned to Maho and Isis. "Is there anything else you can tell me about all this?"
"Nothing more is known," Maho said, swinging his legs. He was still sitting on that filing cabinet, and he was leaning back on his palms.
"Oh.... Okay...."
"Think about it, Anzu," Isis said. "I know this is a lot for you....." Anzu nodded, holding her head.
"Well, good bye, Isis-san," Honda said, waving. Anzu just left.
As the two walked away from the work building, Honda sighed contentedly.
"Well, it sure was good to see him again," he said to Anzu. Anzu, however, was completely lost. "But, he's nothing like he was before.... Probably some glitch that Asenath bitch did....."
"What are you talking about?" Anzu asked. Honda turned to her, surprised.
"Didn't you see him? Maho?" Anzu nodded. Honda put his hands behind his head. "Maho is the reincarnation of the Phraraoh's most trusted priest, Priest Mahaado. Owner of the Sennen Ring." He smiled. "Otherwise known as the Black Magician."
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"Oh, onichan, you are such a silly person!" Shizuka said, holding her brother's hand. Jonouchi smiled.
"You know me, a total klutz," he said. He smiled down at his sister. "Shizuka, it's getting dark out. You should get going."
"Yeah, I should," Shizuka said, frowning. She had spent the last three hours with her brother in the hospital. He still had a slight concussion, so he wasn't going to be released for awhile. Shizuka sadly got her things together, and, still clad in her uniform, walked away, her long hair swaying behind her.
Jonouchi leaned back, and sighed. He was tired from all the craziness that day. Honda and Otogi came running in that morning, yelling about some girl; Yugi had come in just an hour ago, looking worn and tired; Bakura had come in to keep him company all day while everyone was at school, and he had to hide from the nurses; and, to top it all off, he couldn't get this strange dream out of his head.
A girl had spoke to him, resurfarced an ancient memory deep within his soul. She had said one word -- which was enough to scare Jonouchi. Especially since it was the same girl he had seen before.
"I wonder who she could be...." Jonouchi wondered out loud, looking out his window. Soft, white flakes began to fall, gently gliding all the way down the window. Jonouchi smiled. Winter in Japan was always beautiful. He was just drifting off, when a sudden chill swept through the room. His body froze; not with being cold, or even with fear; he just.... Couldn't move. He was lying under his covers, but his chest was bare except for a bandage, and he wasn't all the way underneath his blanket.
More cool wind; then, the door opened slowly, and a young woman walked into the room. She brought the cool air in the room too, freezing Jonouchi's entire body. He, however, felt as if she froze his heart as well, for even though she was beautiful, she had this aura around her that made Jonouchi shiver.
"Ah, it's been so long...." she said in a melodical voice. She turned to the bed, and smiled, seeing Jonouchi.
"Well, it's good to see you, too, Jono," she said, placing her hands on her hips. Jonouchi tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't. He was still unmoving. The woman shook her head.
"I figured that you would be able to break my spell," she said. "Your power was always strong... At least against this spell." With that, she waved her hand in a flop-like motion, and pink sparkle-like embers floated upwards to her hand off of Jonouchi's body. He was able to move again. Grabbing his school jacket from the back of a chair, he threw it onto his body, and stared at the intruder.
"Who.... Who are you?" he asked slowly. "And why do you keep calling me 'Jono'?" Asenath laughed. She knew that Jono joked often; but Jonouchi had no idea what she was talking about.
"Well, what is your name then?" she asked in a playful tone.
"Why should I tell you?" Jonouchi shot back, now starting to get pissed. This bitch is REALLY getting annoying! he thought to himself. Asenath stared down at him with a hard, cold stare. Jonouchi shrank back into his pillow. If looks could kill....
Asenath lightened up look, and smiled. Jonouchi sighed, relieved. Asenath crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at Jonouchi. He raised an eyebrow. Asenath smiled again.
"I see that you're just how you were before," she said kindly. "Although, you seem to have lost your intellectual mind.... Ah, well, not all spells work correctly.... Especially mine....." She thought for a second, then frowned. "Of course, though, that bitch's spells worked every time, especially the one she put on my brother." Jonouchi was listening to her now.
"I can call security, you know," he said.
"Yes, of course you can," Asenath said, waving her hand absentmindedly. "Even though you are security, Jono, you can call them all you like." She pulled the black, leather jacket she was wearing tighter around herself. "It's so cold up here. I don't know why you would want to live here in this life.... But that's you." Then, with a wave of cold air, she was gone. Jonouchi was left in his confused thoughts. Who was that woman? he wondered. What was she talking about? It almost seemed as if she had him confused with someone else.
"Wait...." Jonouchi said suddenly. "Jono..... Oh my God!" That's what that girl called me in my dream!
"And... " he said softly. "I think... I think I know.... who he is....."
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hey! jonouchi knows who it is! YAY JOU!!!!!
(*)Hello, Jon.... Yes, yes I have it.... Make an attempt! No, I don't know... Huh?
(**)Uhhhh.... Hello? Who are you?
(***)Good, Jon, it's you. What happened?.... Was the line cut? How?... An intruder?... Yes, I'll tell Isis….
anyway.... PLEASE REVIEW!
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