Kaira-chan: And I'm back again ^-^

Yami Kaira: And we're all thrilled =.=

Pharaoh Yami; .... Yay...more me torture...

Kaira-chan: Who said anything about Yami torture in this chapter.

Pharaoh Yami; You have some sort of Yami torture in every single one of your chapters/fics...

Kaira-chan: I command you to shut up.

Pharaoh Yami: YOUR EVEN WORKING ON ONE WHERE I TRIP ON MY PANTS!!

Kaira-chan: Actually...that's just normal Yami...

Yami: =.= that makes ME feel so loved...

Pharaoh Yami: Psht. Don't you have something to say?

Kaira-chan: oh yeah! Today is Torture Yami day, so have fun ^-^ I can't wait to read your Yami torture fics...no Yami bashing please.

Yami: THAT WASN'T YOUR ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Kaira-chan: =.= Oh yeah, there's a FanFiction contest. The link is in my bio. Please don't enter if you're a better author(ess) then me. That means pretty much...everyone.

Yami: Kaira-chan doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh.


BTW people. I've decided against having Malik in here. I'm so sorry. I have enough characters in here already, I'm even forgetting about some of them, and they appear at random unpredictable moments...so...sorry u.u I'll try and write a Malik fic to make up for it...


THANK YOU KNIGHT OF DARKNESS FOR BETA READING THIS CHAPTER!!!

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EGYPTIAN NAMES:

Femi = Love

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EGYPTIAN INFORMATION:

The Egyptian's used to write letters to the dead on bowls, spriling down in a circle, asking for their assistance in many cases (But there was this one that was written on papyrus, that was asking his wife why she was putting him through such misary.) They'd usually leave the bowls in the tomb's of the spirit they wished to write to...

Going West is what the Egyptians refered to when they were dying, like going to heaven or what have you.

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Mahado stood outside of the gates to the great chamber, nervous. He looked at the girl, who had rosy cheeks beside him. "Miss Mana," he started.

"Mana," she blurted. "You can just call me Mana teacher-sama," she smiled.

"Ok then. Mana. How old are you?" he asked. "I need to know so I can tell the High Priest your age, if he asks me."

"I'm - I'm eight," she answered nervously. Mahado tried to figure out why she was so nervous. She must just be nervous about trying to be a priestess. She must have really wanted this job. He wouldn't let her down. Not like he let Yami down.

He had left Yami alone for a day. And a day without his protection, Yami had not only been injured, but also lost his memory.

Mahado could practically kick himself.

"High Priest Akunadin-sama will now see you, Priest Mahado," one of the palace servants said, bowing to Mahado respectfully.

Mahado nodded. "Thank you," he said, before waltzing into the great chamber. The best way to get what you want, is to have confidence.

"High Priest Akunadin-sama," Mahado addressed his superior, bowing lowly. Mana stood there, so he pulled her down too.

"Priest Mahado," Akunadin addressed also. Mahado rose, having to pull Mana up with him.

"Sir, this girl wishes to be my student. Do I have permission to teach her?"

Akunadin looked at her. She shivered as she saw that one of his eyes had been replaced with a golden one. The golden eye seemed to bore into her, and she felt it could read every one of her thoughts. She wished the man would stop.

"Oh, but it can, my dear Mana," Akunadin said softly.

Mana stiffened. Could he really read her thoughts with that eye of his?

"Yes, Mana, I can," Akunadin smiled. "You don't really want to be a priestess, do you?" He asked. "Afraid that we'll be cruel to you, or something along those lines, right?" Akunadin asked.

She nodded. He smiled. "Well, Mana, we need to let one of priests take a journey into your mind, to see inside, where you can't hide anything, but from what I see, you seem like as good as any other."

Mana nodded stiffly. Akunadin turned to the boy, about 14 beside him. "Seto, can you go find Priest Shimon for me?" He asked.

The boy, Seto nodded. "Right away, Akunadin-sama," he said curtly, eyeing Mana with dislike. He walked out of the room.

Mana glared after him.

"Now, now Mana. Don't think those thoughts," Akunadin chuckled. Mana stiffened right away.

"I'm sorry High Priest Akunadin-sama," she said. He chuckled again. After a few uncomfortably silent moments, Seto had come back with a short man, completely covered with cloths, except his eyes.

"High Priest Akunadin-sama," Shimon said curtly, bowing. Akunadin nodded.

"Priest Shimon." he said. "I need you to take a journey into this girls mind. See if she's priestess material."

Mahado looked at Mana. This was probably the worst thing he ever had to put up with in his life. Knowing someone was in his head, able to screw around with anything he wanted. He could completely screw up your personality with a single command. He could look into every corner, find your darkest secret, even if you yourself could remember it.

Soon Shimon was eye to eye with her, he didn't have to bend or anything, he was that short. He explained all of the stuff that he could do in her mind, then asked if he had permission to enter.

Mana swallowed, then looked at Mahado. She nodded. He probably had to do this same thing.

Shimon drew an ankh shaped key, and placed it to her forehead. He turned it quickly, and Mana the two of them completely spaced out. Mahado could only watch, and hope that she was worthy.

He only had two chances to find a student, before he was condemned to being stuck as a normal priest for life.


Shimon walked around the girl's mind. It was awfully cheerful. On a wall, there were pictures of some people. He looked at them.

A girl with near white hair, and beautiful blue eyes was in the middle. Her face was long, and sad looking, but she was stunningly beautiful.

Under her picture read the name read "Kisara." He moved the picture off of the wall, and looked behind it.

Mana was sitting in the middle of her village, crying. She was bruised, and battered. The girl, Kisara, walked up to her.

"Mana? What's the matter Mana?" she asked. Her voice was soft and musical.

"Kisara! The kids were picking on me again," she cried. Kisara smiled, and hugged Mana.

"I'll be okay," she said, stroking Mana's hair. "You'll become a great Priestess, and then no one will make fun of you anymore. OK?" She asked.

Mana nodded. "What about you Kisara?" She asked. Kisara smiled softly.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving. I'm going to travel, searching for people to help, help those in need. You needn't worry about me anymore, you probably won't see me again," she smiled.

Mana looked at her. "You won't forget me, will you?" she asked. Kisara shook her head.

"No, never. If you promise not to forget me," Kisara assured her.

"I'll never forget you!" Mana said, hugging the older girl tightly.

Shimon pulled away, and replaced the picture, exactly as he found it. He looked around more. There were pictures of her parents. Her father looked like a normal person, black hair, and brown eyes, while her mom was also blond with blue eyes.

There was a picture of Mahado too. Shimon smiled. So, the girl had a crush, did she? He smiled. But he hadn't found the main thing that he had come looking for. If she didn't have it, he couldn't let her be a priestess.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned. There was nothing there, but then he caught movement out of his other corner of his eye. He turned sharply, and smiled as he saw what he had come for. He walked closer to it, and it cowered against the picture of Mahado.

"Hey there," he said softly. It winced and covered its head. "Ho ho ho ho," Shimon laughed. "I won't hurt you," he said. The thing looked up at him.

It was a small creature, but it was there all the same. He held out his finger for it, and it touched his tentatively.

Shimon smiled. "I'm going now," he said, and with that, he disappeared out of her soul room.

Both Mana and Shimon snapped back into the world at the same time.

"She has what it takes. Mahado can keep her as a pupil," Shimon smiled.

Mana smiled widely, a faint smile also crossing Mahado's lips.

Akunadin looked at them both. "Good, you can get started as soon as possible," He said. Mana and Mahado bowed, before they both left the chambers.



Later that night, Mahado lay in his chamber. Yami was going to be stiff tomorrow, he should do something for the young, forgotten prince.

He stepped out of his room, and walked a few doors down. He knocked, and Aishisu opened her door. "Mahado?" she asked, seeing him.

"May I enter Aishisu?" He asked. Aishisu nodded, stepping aside to let him in. He entered.

"Yami is going to be stiff tomorrow. Do you know anything I could do for him?" he asked.

Aishisu smiled. "Well, you could always give him a massage. Loosen his muscles," he smirked.

"Aishisu. You know perfectly well I won't do that. Do you think that I could use one of the palace physicians?" he asked.

"I suppose. That is, if Pharaoh Akunamakanon-sama doesn't mind," Aishisu said, "But you know you want to massage him." Aishisu grinned.

"Aishisu!" Mahado cried.

"Come on, you both know you want to be together," Aishisu smiled as Mahado got up.

"I'm leaving unless you stop Aishisu," Mahado sighed.

"Come on! You know you two would be perfect for each other," she called, as he opened her door.

"I'm leaving now," Mahado sighed. "And I don't like men, or boys, or whatever," Mahado added, before closing the door behind him.

"Will she never learn?" he chuckled to himself, walking down the corridor. Turned the corner, to Akunamakanon's chambers.

"Priest Mahado. What are you doing here?" A cold voice asked from the shadows.

"Priest Seto," Mahado answered back, not even having to look. Seto walked out of the shadows. "I'm here to speak to Pharaoh Akunamakanon-sama," Mahado answered.

"Why, pray tell, would you want to do that?" asked Seto. Mahado glared.

"That's none of your business, Seto," Mahado answered. He wasn't going to tell. Seto seemed to despise Yami now that he had left the palace, though the reason escaped Mahado. The two of them used to be such good friends, Yami and Seto. And then, one day, Seto had come back, angry at Yami. Whenever someone would speak about Yami, or Abayomi, Seto would get angry and storm out of the room. They never even had the chance to tell Seto that Yami had lost his memory.

"Akunamakanon-sama is busy, speaking to Akunadin-sama," Seto said, stopping Mahado by grabbing his arm.

Mahado surprised a shutter. Seto was freezing. "What happened to you Seto?" Mahado asked.

"What do you mean, what happened to me?" Seto sneered.

"You used to be different. Nicer. You used to be my friend," Mahado said, pulling away from Seto, and rubbing his arm.

"Well, I found a knife in my back, that's what happened, Priest Mahado," Seto spat.

Mahado looked at him. "I'll wait here, until Pharaoh Akunamakanon-sama is finished," He said. He slid down the wall, sitting.

It seemed like hours, that Mahado and Seto sat there, glaring at each other.

Mahado closed his arm, glaring into Seto's now cold, icy eyes. Seto did the same. Mahado was the first one to turn away, as he waited longer.

"What are they doing in there?" Mahado asked impatiently.

"They're discussing country matters. The threat of war looms on the horizon," Seto said, looking at Mahado, surprised he didn't know that.

Mahado sighed. "How long do they usually talk?" Mahado asked. Seto and Akunadin seemed to spend a lot of time together, so it was natural to ask Seto.

"They're usually done by now. There must be something big coming up," Seto sighed. "The last time they did this it was after Eshe's trial, a few years ago."

Mahado looked at his feet. "I guess what I want isn't that important," Mahado sighed. He looked outside. The moon was already setting, which meant it was past midnight.

He stood up, and at the moment, the door opened, and Akunadin walked out. "War is looming on the horizon, and Yami is still in his condition. You're going to have to choose a new Pharaoh sooner or later, Akunamakanon-sama. Please don't leave us Pharaoh-less," Akunadin said, as the flickering candle light from inside shone in the corridor.

"He'll be okay," Akunamakanon answered.

Mahado stared, wondering what was happening. Why would Akunamakanon leave them Pharaoh-less? Why did he need to choose a new one?

Mahado bowed as Akunadin walked past, then stood up straight and went to Akunamakanon's chambers. He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Akunamakanon called from inside.

"Priest Mahado, sire," Mahado answered.

"Enter," Akunamakanon called. Mahado answered the door, and bowed as he entered.

He stood up straight again, and looked around. He had never been in the Pharaoh's chambers again. Papyrus lay on a wooden surface, illuminated by the oil lamp the Pharaoh had. A guard stood just inside the door, prepared to take out any surprise attackers. Akunamakanon himself lay on an animal skin bed.

"Sir, may I request permission to use one of the palace physicians for Prince Yami?" Mahado asked.

"Why does Yami need a physician?" Akunamakanon asked, fear leaking into his voice.

"He is not hurt, sir," Mahado quickly assured. "He was the one who had fought the emseh, and he's stiff. Not to mention, he had just gone riding today, from what it sounded like, a hard ride, for the first time in two years. He will be awfully stiff tomorrow, and I think it would be best if you gave him a massage," Mahado explained.

"Yes, you may. Is that all?" the Pharaoh asked.

Mahado nodded. "Yes sire. Please excuse me, if I had wasted your time," Mahado said. He bowed, then left the room.

Did the Pharaoh seem...thinner then usual?



Mana lay in her new room. It was nice, but what else did she expect in this palace? To be sleeping in the dungeons. The only problem she had found with it was that she had to share her room with the other students.

She never had been very good at making friends, and this wasn't any different. She was sharing a room with about 11 other people, but it was a big room.

She jumped off her bunk and made her way to the balcony of the room. She looked around nervously. She felt like she was in a hospital. She didn't like hospitals. She shuddered, and tried to wipe the thought from her mind.

The beds were on each side of the room, six of them, three one each side, completely in a row, with equal distance between them.

Mana walked to the end of the room, and pushed open the doors to the balcony silently. She didn't want to wake her roommates.

She closed the door behind her, and saw a thin old man across the oasis, which the palace stood protectively over.

He threw what looked like sand out, and watched it float away. Mana wondered who he was. Perhaps he was a priest, or a servant, cleaning up the palace.

He was much to old and withered to be a guard. She watched him from across the oasis. She couldn't see his face but he seemed so sad. The way he held himself, made him seem weak, and sad.

She watched him a little longer, before looking at the moon. It reflected gracefully off her golden locks, creating the illusion that it actually was golden strands that fell from her head, and flowed down her shoulders. It was already beginning to fall. She sighed, she should sleep. She probably had to wake up early the next day to start her lessons. She turned away from the moon, before something caught her eye. She whirled around again, staring at the moon. She froze.



Akunamakanon looked up at his ceiling, and sighed. "Guard, would you be kind enough to leave me to my thoughts?" the Pharaoh sighed. The guard left swiftly. The Pharaoh may have seemed friendly enough, at the moment, but he knew if he didn't comply, that he would be hanging by the neck the next morning.

He stood guard outside the Pharaoh's chambers, letting the man be by himself, yet at the same time, offering the best protection he could.

Akunamakanon sighed. He pulled out a quill from under his bed, and some papyrus from the wooden surface.


Oh Femi. My love Femi.

I have long since given up writing on bowls. I have stopped asking for your assistance, and now, now I just wish to speak to you.

Our son, the one we named Yami, it sound's like he is doing fine. According to Mahado, he has recently fought an emseh, and has prevailed. I never knew he could be that strong. I regret that I'll probably never see him again, and I'll never be able to treat him like a father should treat his son.

If he doesn't regain his memory, before I head to you, then Seto shall be the new ruler. I don't want that. I don't think anyone does, except Akunadin. He hasn't found something to truly care about, and until he does, he won't be a good ruler. Look at me for instance. Until I discovered what I was doing to our son, I was probably the worst person to be Pharaoh, but now, now the country is prospering. We have been a peace now, for 9 years. I hope that our Yami doesn't have to see anything that we had to, the wars, the killing. I hope, that he doesn't have to see the country under the bloodthirsty gaze of a cold pharaoh.

I just wished to write you. I don't know when I shall go West, but when I do, I hope to be welcomed into your arms. I don't know what has happened to me. After your death, I should've taken another wife. So that I would have another child to carry on my reign, if something like this had happened.

We can only hope for the best, that our Yami will come to remember who he is. My wife, maybe I should ask one more favor.

Please... Let Yami remember. Don't let Seto take the throne, for if he does, we shall have another Pharaoh, like I once was.

Love from,

Akunamakanon


Akunamakanon gazed at his letter, then held it over the oil lamp. It was different then usual. Usually, the letters were placed in the tombs, but maybe her letter would not only reach her, but other spirits. Spirits that he had unknowingly killed. Spirits that he wanted to tell he was sorry to.

He walked out of his doors, onto a balcony. There, he scattered the ashes of the letter across the land. He went back in his room, not bothering to take a look around his surroundings.


Mahado stuck his head out his window. He couldn't sleep, and why not? He had to wake up early. Had to train Mana early, then by midday, he would go to see Yami. But he couldn't sleep. The full moon stared down at him, its face perfectly smooth.

He looked up at it, then rubbed his eyes. He must have been going crazy. He looked back up at the moon, his face paling.

The moon was turning red. A deep, blood red...


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Kaira-chan: Sorry people!! This chapter was shorter then the last . But I had written the perfect ending, and I couldn't continue after it. I'm so sorry .

Yami Kaira: ...*Laughs at Kaira-chan*

Yami: ...Yay ^-^... I think O_o

Pharaoh Yami: And so begins her making up stuff for the deaths of people ^___^

Kaira-chan: Yep yep ^_^

Pharaoh Yami: Please READ AND REVIEW!!!!!

~~~~~~QUESTIONS ANSWERED~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 5 (Forgotten)

Oops...THIS is the chapter that explains why Yami couldn't remember his father.

And how did he become friends with Jonouchi?


Chapter 6 (Afraid of the Dark)

How did he become friends with/meet Bakura?

How did he get his pretty hair...pretty?


Chapter 7 (Abayomi Ishaq)

How did Yami get named if he had forgotten his name?

Umm... Something about Bakura perhaps?


Chapter 8 (Where the "If everyone were to jump off a bridge speech originated)

How did he meet Mahado and Aishisu again?

How Eshe came about raising cute little Abayomi ^___^

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~~~~~~QUESTIONS~~~~~~~~~~~

Does anyone know where I could find a card list of Jonouchi and Anzu's deck? I need to know for a contest ^-^;; Preferably the Japanese Names of the cards.


Sashi sashi....oops sorry ^-^;; It's a song. Um... dammit, there was something else... um... erm... How do you all like this chapter?


How come I'm barely getting any constructive criticism... . Damn you all =P Lol, j/p. I love you all *Glomps all*

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

Sennen Yubiwa Yami Mikan:

Thank you for the info ^_______^ But it's true, as someone pointed out, that there is no talk of him dying in battle...so...yeah ^-^;; Hehehe... sorry... no Malik u.u


Cleo:

Yay ^-^ I will. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.


Franklin707:

Sorry *Bows* no Malik.


Yami Bakura's Wife:

You don't HAVE to keep reading you know ^_^;; Sorry. And sorry Bakura, but its your destiny to lose to Yami ^-^;;


DarkFoxy:

Yay!! Finally some constructive criticism *Glomps* it might not be much, but it was a start ^___^ Yeah, for once I could actually write a little kid O_o I have trouble with that. Yay! You like horses ^-^ In my last life, I was a dead horse... **Said that when I was about 5, with a perfectly straight face...I didn't know why the adults were laughing u.u*


Curtis Zidane Ziraa:

You'll have to see ^-^;; Its part of the ancient Egyptian horoscope thingys.


Raikny:

Lol ^-^;;; That could work...perhaps, but I have it planned out now, so yeah ^-^ You'll see.


Yugi/Sonic Fan:

Soon enough?? I hope so ^-^


Yugi-Redwall-Fan:

Lol, Seto came back just now ^-^ And Bakura and Abayomi, you shall see =P ^___^


yami blue eyes white dragon:

Lol, I don't mean to be mean to Bakura. It just...happens ^_^;; And you'll see about the friend thing. Bah, oh well if your useless, at least you reviewed =P You're not really useless BTW.


Meroko1:

Polar-bear-chan!!! KAWAII!!!!! XD Hmm...I'm sure I'll think of some way for them to pay for it... ^_^;;; Hehehe.


Aleuwolf:

Lol, I used to go on public access computers...unfortunately, you can update shit . Hehehe, I'll update Happy Birthday Yugi when you beta it =P ^-^;; Chafulumisa is an Egyptian name. I got it off some site that has Egyptian names and stuff like that ^-^;;


Neko-Bakura:

Yay ^-^ Thank you. Did I update soon enough?


YumeTakato:

Yeah, I know O_o But I didn't know that that's why Seto didn't know his father was his father. O_o It so confuzzling, isn't it =P Thank you so much for the info *Bows*


Angel Of Sorrow:

Thank you ^_^ I'll be sure to do that if the evil writers block comes back ^-^


Amy:

Lol means laugh out loud. Someone puts it when something is funny...or in my case when nothing else comes to mind...or just so people know I'm not serious... actually, I put it a random moments for no reason at all lol. See, there I go again! It's ok, as long as you reviewed at all ^_^ I'm still sorry though. I used to get embarrassed a lot. Now I don't give a crap about what people think of me. There, embarrassment gone ^_^


Maliklover:

Oh! Is your appendix OK? It's ok ^-^ You had a good reason. Thank you for reviewing! I'm continuing. And I'm sorry!! I'll try to write a Malik fic later. I couldn't put him in this story!


Knight of Darkness:

Yes, feel loved and acknowledged ^_____^ lol ^___^