Kaira-chan: *Blinks* 61 Reviews...wow...

Pharaoh Yami: Good for you *Glares*

Kaira-chan: I wonder if I can get 100 ^-^

Kyla: Kywa-chan...

Kaira-chan: Oh! Right! *walks down the isle, then stands beside Pharaoh Yami*

*Wedding Ceremonies*

High Priest Seto: Does anyone see why these two shouldn't be married? **Since non of the readers can review, HAHA!!!**

High Pries Seto: You may now kiss the bri-

Voice: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE????

*Kaira-chan and Pharaoh Yami look* *Yami Kaira comes barging through the door*

Kaira-chan: ^-^;;; YK....you're back...early...

Yami Kaira: TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY ABSENCE!! BITCH!!! *Tackles Kaira-chan*

Pharaoh Yami: *Sigh of relief, then watches the fight*

Kyla: Um...Kywa-chan no own Yu-Gi-Oh?

High Priest Seto: ...Thank Ra...

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Akunamkanon looked out his palace window. He sighed. His own son....didn't remember him...

He thought back to all those times when he had yelled at Yami, or hit him. All those times he had punished him, for no real reason. Then the last fight they had, when Yami had actually hit him back. That was what he was doing it for. But, it was so unexpected at the time, Akunamkanon had hit back. Apparently too hard.

He thought back to his parenting techniques. He knew what it was like to be Pharaoh, he was after all, the Pharaoh. He was trying to harden Yami to that world. He would've gotten smacked around a lot our there, and, if he couldn't handle it, people would think him to be a weak ruler. But, in his 'training', he had neglected the fact that his boy was just that, a boy. He was only 8 after all.

When Yami didn't come back, the Pharaoh had just assumed that he was still knocked out, or that for whatever reason, he couldn't make it back. But...amnesia... The Pharaoh sighed, and looked out the window.

"Excuse me, sire?" Shimon said from the door.

Akunamakanon looked up. "Yes Shimon?"

"We found a cure for the malady ((Is that the right word?)) that's ailing the Prince," The small man said.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go give it to him," He looked out the window. "And while you're at it, give it to the other's affected."

"Sir...theirs something I think you should know..." Shimon said, shifting the weight on his feet.

"Well, what is it?" He glared.

"Out of the 10 we tested, it sped up the process for 3, and they died sooner then expected," Shimon said, trying to keep the fear out his voice.

The Pharaoh looked at him suddenly. "There is no way around this?" He asked.

"It used to be more, about 7 of them would die, but it's down to 3 now. We've tried to cut it back more, but I believe that is the best we can do," He said solemnly.

"Well...they'd die from the disease sooner or later without treatment, right?" The Pharaoh asked, sighing with Shimon nodded. "Give it to them anyway."

Shimon bowed and scurried out the door. The Pharaoh sighed and looked out the window again. This wouldn't have been so hard a few days ago. Not before he saw his son like that. In fact, a few days ago, he probably wouldn't have cared, as long as it didn't bother him or his priests.

But now, he sighed and closed his eyes, but now... He opened them again, and looked back out the window. He let his thought trail off. When his son came back to him, he promised he would be a father. Not anything else. A father... and until then, he supposed, he would have to practice.

He looked at the puzzle strung from around his neck. He was now strongly regretting what he did to Kuruelna. Those poor people, just to benefit his own greediness. Ninety-nine people he had killed. Ninety-nine in a town of 100. He thought that strange. A week after he found out the village had 100 people, not 99. He wondered what happened to that one person. Suddenly a thought came to him. What if...that one person had watched. What if that one person, how hated and despised him...what if, that one person, was bitter? How long would that hate burn? How long would that candle of hate be passed down? To his children? This his children's children? He thought about Yami. Was he in trouble because of a stupid mistake he had made in the past?

He looked out the window. Then chuckled to himself. He was just being paranoid.

* * *

Abayomi looked out his window. He was surprised on how much the village had changed over the past two years.

Instead of laughed only now and then, children were running down the streets laughing and playing, playing things like Bandits and Guards.

It was a game that he used to play too. There would be someone, the Bandit, and they'd be the bad guy, and there was the good guy, the Guard.

Abayomi thought about how ironic that was. That just a couple of years ago, the guards were killing people just for stealing medicine for their sick daughter. Their sick daughter that had died.

And now, now they were being worshipped like they were the greatest thing. Yes, Abayomi had become embittered for a 10-year-old. After getting amnesia, and then getting sick right after was not always the best thing to happen to a child.

After he had gotten better, he had ran back to the "gutter" as some people called it, to ask the girl if she was cured too. He was so happy back then. Thrilled that he was better. Thrilled that the little girl was going to be OK.

He saw her, still in the arms of the old man. Both of them were dead. That too, left him somewhat bitter. People died, and he knew it, but to die so young. How old was she? She looked only about 3 or 4.

He glared out the window, watched the kids played. He wanted to run out of the door and scream out "What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't you remember what those damned 'great' guards had done not two years ago?" But he didn't. He didn't want to kill their fun.

"Hey, Abayomi. You hungry?" He turned to see Nabooru standing there. His adoptive sister. Now eleven years old.

"Not really. I'll grab something to eat when I am though," Abayomi said. He smirked to himself. More like Bakura would grab something for him to eat.

"Well, I'm going out with Anuba. If mom asks, or you need me, that's where I'll be, OK?" Nabooru said.

"You did your chores?" He asked.

"Yes," She looked at him. "No, I did not do yours. It's bad enough I did yours last week to cover for you, I'm not doing them again."

Abayomi scowled. Looked like he was going to have to actually do some house work before he could go out and play with Jonouchi and Bakura.

"Fine, Fine. I'll do my chores this week," He said. Nabooru nodded and left. Abayomi looked out the window a little longer, and then turned around, to do his chores.

He was barley five minutes into his cleaning when he heard a voice behind him. "Yo, Aba'. You coming out now?"

Abayomi looked up to see Bakura leaning in his doorway. "I just have to do my chores. Nabooru finally decided that she wasn't doing them anymore," Abayomi said, looking up.

"Oh well, we all saw it coming," Bakura said. "Heads up," He tossed Abayomi a dessert fruit.

"Thanks," Abayomi said, biting into it.

"Mind if I watch?" He asked, throwing himself into a chair.

"No, but I'd mind less if you helped," Laughed Abayomi, knowing well enough that Bakura in fact would not help.

"Sure, I'm in a good mood today," Said Bakura, standing up.

Abayomi jumped back so far, he nearly knocked over the water jug. He quickly grabbed, then steadied it.

Bakura laughed, then grabbed a rag. "What do I do?" He asked.

"Um, I guess you could wash the extra food off those dishes over there," He pointed to some clay dished.

"What are you going to do?" Asked Bakura walking over to them.

"We got a rat infestion ((Spl? It keeps telling me infection -.-;)). Nabooru's to scared to get rid of them," Both he and Bakura laughed at this.

"How are you going to do it?" Bakura asked.

"Oh! Mahado has been teaching me this! Look!" He said. He closed his eyes, and then held his hands a little ways apart. He closed his eyes, and then, within a matter of seconds, a small, round, fluffy poof ball appeared in his hands.

"Kuri!" The thing said sweetly.

Bakura burst out laughing. "What the hell is that thing?" He asked.

"Kuri! Kuri kuri!" The thing said angrily.

Abayomi looked abashed. "It's Kuriboh." He said quietly.

"Don't tell me that – that thing is you Kaa?" Bakura asked, wiping tears of laugher from his eyes.

"Like you could do better!" Abayomi said, defending himself. Kuriboh threw in a helpful "Kuri," that only sent Bakura into another fit of giggles.

"Actually, I can," Bakura said, finally regaining his...sanity....

Abayomi looked at him. Bakura closed his eyes and concentrated, and within a minute, a small...thing appeared between them.

Abayomi blinked at it. This was...different. It didn't really look like anything. But...it did have a small snake as the tail. It was only about 2 feet tall. "Uh...what is it?"

"It's my Kaa. I haven't named it yet though, but it's going to be the biggest, strongest Kaa ever!" He exclaimed.

"How did you learn that? Mahado says that it's only palace people who know it, and now me," Abayomi said, looking at it. He didn't show it, but he was jealous. The thing, whatever it was, looked awesome. And here all he had was a little fluff ball...

"Hey! You wanna fight? Huh? I still need to test out my guy!" Said Bakura enthusiastically.

"Not right now. I have rats to scare off. Come on Kuriboh," Said Abayomi walking into one of the rooms at the back of the house.

Bakura shrugged. "Weird kid..." Then he chuckled softly to himself as he began to work on the dishes.

"Where's Jonouchi?" Asked Bakura as he and Abayomi walked down the street together.

"His fathers making him work all day today," Said Abayomi hands behind his back.

"Oh." Bakura fell silent. "You hungry?" He asked.

"Not really. Depends what's on the menu," Said Abayomi, looking at Bakura.

"How about some meat? I know a guy who just got some fresh coyote meat," Bakura said, turning a corner.

Abayomi looked disgusted. "It's not YOUR kind of meat, is it?" He asked.

Bakura laughed, then nodded. "How about you just get me some jerky?" He asked.

"OK, OK, fine. You don't know what you're missing out on though," Bakura chuckled.

"I think I'm fine with missing out on all the stomach pains," Said Abayomi.

"Aw! They ain't that bad after a while," Bakura said.

"I stick with my answer of no way," Said Abayomi. He never did understand how his friend could like nearly raw meat.

"Hehe, whatever," They entered the market.

"Fresh meat! Get your fresh meat!" A man called. Bakura walked up to him.

"Can I look at some of your meat. And maybe some smoked stuff?" He asked.

The man, who was quite bald, with some black hair at the back of his head, and kind of fat, nodded gleefully. He pulled out some jerky and some fresh, bloody meat.

Bakura studied the meat and jerky, the pulled 5 copper coins out of a leather pouch at his waist. "What can I get for this?" He asked.

The man became angry. "NOTHING! Get out of here and make room for real customers!" He yelled.

Abayomi and Bakura backed away. "Sorry!" They yelled, and then ran. They turned a few corners, and then Bakura pulled out some jerky and some of the fresh bloody meat. "Here," He said, handing the jerky to his friend.

Abayomi gnawed on the edge of it, and looked in disgust as Bakura ripped the bloody meat with his teeth. He would have puked, if he wasn't use to this by now.

A few minutes later, they were sitting on crates in a back ally. They seemed to spend a lot of time in back ally's, Abayomi noticed. Bakura liked to be away from people, and Abayomi found that he two was starting to get frustrated by the stupidity of some of the villagers.

"Oi, Bakura?" Abayomi said, looking up.

"Yes Abayomi?" Bakura answered, looking down at him. Bakura was sitting on a taller crate the Abayomi's, and he was slightly taller.

"Why doesn't that wound ever heal?" Abayomi said, pointing at the long gash on Bakura's face. Back when he met Bakura, it was only one scar, and a great deal smaller. Now it nearly ran down the length of his cheek, and it was crossed.

"This?" He asked, touching the cut. "Because I don't want it too."

Abayomi looked at him. "You can stop wounds from closing because you don't want them too?" He asked.

"No, I don't want it too, so I don't let it," He saw Abayomi looking at him blankly. "Here, it works like this." He took his old dagger from one of his pouches. He held it to his cut, and pushed down, making it go into his skin. He winced, and then pulled down along then length of the scar. Abayomi looked in horror, and crimson beads danced down to his chin, then fell to the crate he was sitting on.

Abayomi jumped up and grabbed Bakura's wrist, and pulled the dagger away from his face. "Why?! Why are you doing that to yourself?" He asked.

"It's a reminder," Bakura said, smiling again, like what just happened didn't. He didn't seem to feel the blood running down the side of his face.

"A reminder? Whatever for?" Abayomi asked.

"A reminder that I have to kill the Pharaoh," He said, his smile disappearing. Abayomi looked around quickly. No one was within earshot. "And if I can't kill him, I'll kill his son. If I can't kill him, I'll kill his son. And so on," Bakura said.

"Kill the Pharaoh? Why would you kill the Pharaoh?" Abayomi asked. He'd known Bakura for two years, and never before had he heard him talking like this.

"You going to eat that?" Bakura asked, eyeing a strip of jerky that Abayomi had stopped gnawing on. Before Abayomi could answer, he snatched it away, and began to rip at it, like he did his raw meat.

"I guess not," Abayomi said, looking in despair as the last bite of jerky disappeared into Bakura's mouth. "You bastard!" He shouted and then tackled Bakura as he swallowed. "Give it back!" He shouted, as both he and Bakura tumbled off of the crate. Bakura landed on his back, Abayomi on top of him. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, to show there wasn't any left.

"Jerk," Abayomi pouted and got off of him.

Bakura laughed, and Abayomi started to too. Soon however, the laughed died away, and Bakura pulled out a piece of jerky that he had kept hidden. He handed it to Abayomi, who began to gnaw on it.

For a few minutes, they sat in the dark ally in silence. "Oi, Bakura?" Abayomi said quietly, looking at his feet.

"Yes Yomi?" Bakura asked, not even looking at him.

Abayomi looked at the cut. It was still bleeding, but lightly, and it wasn't running down his face anymore. The stuff that was earlier had hardened. "Can you keep a promise?" He asked, looking back at his feet.

"Yeah, sure. Shoot," He said, still not looking at Abayomi.

"Promise me you won't cut yourself anymore?" He said, his voice getting quieter.

Bakura turned his head quickly and looked at Abayomi. He tilted his head, and looked into Abayomi's eyes, who in turn looked back into Bakura's. His eyes were soft, and a little scared. Bakura looked closed. There was something else. Worry.

No one had worried about him since he was young. About a year ago, his adoptive parents had discovered that he stole, and disowned him. Even before that, they never really worried about him, well, except when he spaced out.

"I promise you Abayomi Ishaq. I won't cut myself anymore," He said. Abayomi's eyes brightened.

"And that's a promise," He said, holding the blade in his hand. He pulled it out quickly, making a cut on his hand. Abayomi looked at him. "Give me your hand," Bakura said. Abayomi nodded, and handed him his hand. Bakura held his wrist, then made an identical cut on his hand.

He held Abayomi's hand tightly in his own. "A blood promise. As long as your blood runs in my veins, I can't break it," He grinned. Abayomi grinned back. His hand didn't hurt as much anymore.

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Kaira-chan: Yep, that's my chapter ^-^ Oh, and sorry about spelling ankh wrong in the last chapter. I knew it was spelt wrong, I just couldn't figure out how to spell it correctly.

Yami Kaira: And now I'm back...and I have to put up with her *Points to Kaira-chan*

Kaira-chan: Hey! You're the one who intrupted my wedding.

Pharaoh Yami: Thank you again.

Kaira-chan: *Glares* Some help you are...

Yami Kaira: Haha! He doesn't love you!

Kaira-chan: HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU EITHER!

Yami Kaira: *Sigh* Too true...too true T-T

Pharaoh Yami: I love the single life ^-^

Kaira-chan: *Glares*

Pharaoh Yami: Please read and review.

~~~~~REVIEW REPLIES~~~~~~

SepirothsGoddess: **To Review on Ch. 4**

Yay! I'm glad you love it ^-^

Yami Mikan: **To Review on Ch. 1**

Actually...no. High Priest Seto's name is not Set, or Seth. Set/Seth is a God. That is also why Isis' name in Ancient Egypt isn't Isis, its Aishisu. Because, what kind of sick fuck names their kid after a God? That's like someone naming their kid Jesus. Set is to the Egyptians, what Satan is to Christens/Catholic/tons on other religions. Well, not quite. The early Set was, but near the end of the Ancient Egyptian religion, he became the protector of the Egyptians who live in the...east? Or was it West? One of the two -.-;

SepirothsGoddess:

Lol, originally (The first few chapters) I didn't overly know my facts. I kinda knew what was going on, but not really. Then SOMEONE (CoughS.AbonasiCough) made me read the Ancient Egyptian Arc. Well...maybe not made me...but oh well. Hehe ^-^;; Neways, I'm glad you know your facts too ^-^ lol

Link the traveler:

You think so? Really? Yay ^-^!!! Lol, I'm glad you liked the last chapter ^-^ I hope you like this one too?

S.A:

Yesh, I did. About time, huh? Lol. I couldn't do it too early or else it would seem alittle forced (Not that it wasn't, but it didn't seem like it, huh?) Lol. Lots of people like the last chapter ^-^ I must have done good. It must be this oceany/mountainy air I'm breathing in -.-;