Kaira-chan: Sorry for the long updating period!! *Bows apologetically* It's been nearly a month!!

Yami Kaira: .... . Lazy -

Kaira-chan: I'm not lazy... I have 22 other fics I need to update, plus I thought that the manga had royally screwed me over, so I couldn't work around it without changing this to a slightly AU fic, but then, I wasn't so yay!! ^_^

Pharaoh Yami: I still say you're lazy... and you don't pay me....

Yami: She doesn't pay me either...

Kaira-chan: I pay you with my love MWAHAHAH!!!

All except Kaira: *Blink blink*

Kaira-chan: Sorry u.u I'm in a happy mood today. My most favorite authoress (Nek0-chan. Read her stories! There so much better then mine!) Reviewed one of my stories...

All: =.= .....

Yami: Yeah... so Kaira-chan doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, though she does own Eshe, Nabooru and Anuba. And *Thinks* she owns the first song sung, but the second one was written and sung by a band called Inkubus Sukkubs, the songs called Wiccan Lullaby.

Kaira-chan: Yeah, I'm wiccan, if you don't like it, I don't much care... *Shrugs*


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~~~~~~~~~~~EGYPTIAN INFO~~~~~~~~~

How to tell if a child will live on the day it is born:

If it cried 'ni' it will live

If it cried 'ba' it will die

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EGYPTIAN NAMES

Manu: Born Second

Hondo: War

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THANK YOU KNIGHT OF DARKNESS FOR BETAING THIS CHAPTER!!


Abayomi looked at the sky, and sighed. The reddened moon was at it's zenith now. He had had to put up with some child inside crying non-stop for a few hours now. Well, at least he knew the baby had survived. But why weren't they letting them indoors yet? And why wouldn't that kid shut up??

He shivered. It was so cold outside, his teeth chattered. Nanu and her parents had left, and, much to Anuba's resistance, so had he and his father.

All that were left were Mahado, Bakura and himself. It seemed that Bakura was immune to the cold, while Mahado just had so many layers of clothing it didn't really phase him.

"Wh-why are you st-still here, Bakura?" Yami chattered.

Bakura looked at him. "Because I have no where to go, and I wanna be here to laugh at you when the kid dies."

Abayomi and Mahado glared at him, but Bakura didn't notice, his gaze already brought back to the door. Abayomi and Mahado followed suit.

Abayomi stood up, he was sitting before, and stood close to Mahado, their sides touching. He figured if he got that hot in a crowd of people during the day, during the night Mahado should at least give him some warmth.

Mahado smiled at him, before taking off the cloak that he had decided to wear incase they did have to be there at night. He wrapped it around Abayomi, who smiled gratefully at him, before going off to stand alone again.

It seemed like forever later, that Abayomi was pondering why it was so quiet. The child had stopped crying, and there wasn't a noise from inside. The moon however, stated that it was only a few hours later.

Bakura looked at Abayomi. "Sounds like your little sibling just died," he smirked, and Mahado glared at him.

Abayomi walked away from both of them. "Hey! 'Yomi, where are you going?" Mahado asked him, unsure if he should follow Abayomi, or just stay by the hut to watch Bakura.

He chose the later. Abayomi turned the corner, and walked up to his horse, which seemed to be glowing eerily in the moonlight. It's back was turned to him.

"Hey Chafulumisa," he said quietly, walking up beside him. Chafulumisa's ears perked up at Abayomi's voice, then turned his head to look at him. As Abayomi walked up to his muzzle, he nuzzled Abayomi's chest.

"I think my brother just died," Abayomi said, quieter still. Chafulumisa, although unable to comprehend the exact words that Abayomi was saying, seemed to know that he was sad, and laid his head on Abayomi's shoulder. Abayomi hugged him. "It seems weird. That seemed like such a healthy cry," he said, fighting back the tears the threatened to spill.

Chafulumisa simply rubbed it's cheek against Abayomi's, and Abayomi felt a little better. "I'm glad you can at least understand."

It was nearly half an hour later when Bakura found him. "You can go inside now," he said, eyeing Chafulumisa with disdain.

Abayomi nodded. "Okay," he said. He waited for Bakura to leave, before he followed suit. When he saw Bakura walking the opposite direction, towards the village gutters, he hesitated, and bit his lip. "Do you want to come, Bakura. I mean, you did wait out here nearly all night," he proposed.

Bakura tried not to look too enthusiastic. "You do know I'm going to just keep annoying you about your dead sibling, right?" Bakura sneered. Abayomi nodded, then lead the way to his house.

Both Bakura and Abayomi were confused when the entered Abayomi's home. There, being held by Aishisu, was a sleeping baby. A couple of other priestesses, including Ramla were there, while both Nabooru and Eshe were missing.

A few moments after Bakura and Abayomi entered, so did Mahado. He looked around, looking as perplexed as the other boys.

"Where's Eshe and Nabby-chan?" Abayomi asked, breaking the uneasy silence.

Aishisu looked to the ground, eyes downcast. It was, however, Ramla who answered.

"Eshe ... she... she died during childbirth. Nabooru is with her right now."

Abayomi felt his entire world pitch forward. Eshe... the only mother, the only parental figure was gone, sand in the wind.

He was suddenly overcome with dizziness, though he couldn't understand why. When he stumbled forward, it was Bakura who caught him. Bakura who hadn't taken his eyes off of the priestesses before that moment.

Abayomi pushed him away, and stumbled into Eshe's old room, using the walls for support, clutching his head. Why wouldn't everything stop spinning?

Everyone watched him go, unsure of what to do. "Why didn't you help her?!" Bakura yelled at them suddenly, nearly sending them a foot in the air.

"We tried-" Aishisu started, but Bakura wouldn't hear it.

"Obviously not hard enough! What kind of - of - of – " Bakura didn't know what to call them, "you're suppose to be helping people, not killing them."

Mahado put a retraining hand on Bakura's shoulder before he could've done anything rash.

Aishisu looked at him. "We were trying to save the baby. We weren't expecting that Eshe might die until it was just a little too late. She - she wouldn't stop bleeding." Aishisu raised her free hand to cover her eyes, to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

Bakura glared at her. "You should've let the damned baby die!! Saved Aishisu instead! At least if the baby had died, I could've bothered Abayomi without hurting him too much! At least he would've known the damn thing!"

Aishisu looked down. "We're sorry Bakura." Bakura was about to say more, but stopped himself when Mahado squeezed his shoulder a little too hard. Bakura spat on the ground, and forced himself away from Mahado. "All you palace snobs are the same," he muttered quietly.

Then he went to wait in the hall near Eshe's door, waiting for Abayomi to emerge.




Abayomi stumbled into the room, not really seeing anything. Within a moment, however, his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, and he saw Nabooru hunched over her mothers stomach, sobs racking her body.

He took a few hesitant steps towards the two females, and paused when Nabooru looked up at him.

"Abby-chan?" she asked, seeing him standing there. Her voice was so quiet, so weak. Not at all what it usually was.

He nodded, and she started crying again. "She died!" She wailed. Abayomi walked up to her and kneeled beside her, trying to not start crying himself.

"The baby was so ugly when it came out, but after the washed the blood from it, and it cried out 'ni' it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever laid eyes on. I was the one who noticed it," she sobbed, "Mama wouldn't stop bleeding. I told Aishisu, but - but - they couldn't," she burst out crying again, unable to speak anymore.

As much as Abayomi tried to, he couldn't find the words to comfort her. He couldn't even let out a single word. All that came out when he tried was a strangled noise. He couldn't stop the tears anymore, and they spilled out onto Nabooru's raven hair.

"I - I guess that," Abayomi managed, "someone had to die. We all prayed to the Gods to let the child survive, and they did, but I guess that they had to take one life. We never even thought of Eshe…Of Mama."

And that only made them start crying heavier. Abayomi, unable to sit anymore, collapsed on Eshe's stomach, while Nabooru collapsed on her breast. One of the first things she had ever felt in her life.

As much as Abayomi tried to stop crying, the tears only came quicker, and harder. It shouldn't hurt this much to cry, should it? Every breath he took in seemed to beat on his ribs, and didn't even help him get his breath back. Why couldn't he stop crying?

Eventually, Nabooru cried herself to sleep. Abayomi didn't know how she did it. Her cries got quieter, and the sobs that racked her body became less violent. She had no more tears to cry, and then, she was asleep, the only noise that escaped her was the casual sob.

Abayomi didn't know how she did it, but eventually he did the same. He ran out of tears to cry, which was a blessing, though the painful intakes of breath didn't stop for a while. Then, he too had fallen asleep, as though crying was such a tiring feat. Just as he had fallen asleep, the sun crept over the horizon, and spilt into Nabooru's room, different shades of red, pink and purple.

It was going to be a glorious day, despite the people's losses.



"Hahaha!" Abayomi laughed, running alongside Nabooru. Eshe was right behind them, smiling happily. They paused near the river, waiting for Nabooru.

It was there that they ran into the Pharaoh Akunamakanon. He laughed, and scooped Abayomi up into his arms, swinging him around like Abayomi had seen fathers do before.

"I'm sorry I treated you that way. You forgive me, don't you?" he asked. Abayomi nodded, and hugged the Pharaoh, who hugged him back.

"I promise if you come back to me, I'll be better to you," he said quietly.

And then Eshe caught up to them. The four of them ran into the river, swimming joyously. Not an emseh was in sight, as they played water tag, and saw who could swim down to the very bottom of the river and touch the sand below.

They showed off who could swim the best, Abayomi swimming around like a fish, not using his arms our legs, and Akunamakanon swimming quickly, faster then any of them. Abayomi challenged the Pharaoh to a race, and the women cheered loudly as they sped across the river.

They were nearly at the end, when suddenly Akunamakanon stopped swimming.

The water turned a murky red with blood, as he just floated there. Abayomi swam up to Akunamakanon as quickly as he could, he being a little ways behind him, only to stop dead. Protruding from his head was a black feathered arrow.

"MAMA!" He heard Nabooru scream, and he turned around quickly in the water. Eshe was floating on her back, a twin arrow to that jutting from the Pharaoh projecting from her chest.

He swam up to Nabooru who was floating in the middle of the river.

"What happened?" he asked.

She shook her head, signaling that she didn't know. He looked around, looking for the culprit, but was met with another sight.

An emseh, swimming towards them, attracted by the smell of blood in its water. Abayomi grabbed Nabooru's wrist and began swimming to shore.

"Swim Nabooru! Swim!" He screamed. She kicked her feet, never once taking her eyes off of the body of her mother.

When the got to shore, he ran, dragging her behind him, as fast as he could away from the water.

They watched on in terror as more emseh appeared, and began fighting over the body's, eventually submerging them.

Nabooru was crying silently behind him.


He jumped, unsure of what was more terrifying. The emseh that had climbed out of the water and was now slinking towards them, or the black feathered arrow that had just landed at his feet.



Abayomi shot up, blinking quickly. His eyes were sore and swollen, and the bright sunshine didn't help him much. He was feeling slightly light headed as he looked around the room.

Standing by the window was Nabooru, her hair greasy and stringy.

He tried to call out to her, but his voice was scarcely more then a croak. He had cried himself hoarse the night behind.

He suddenly remembered why he was in Eshe's room, and looked around. The only two people in the room were he and Nabooru.

He cleared his throat, and tried to speak again, but his voice was scarcely better. Nabooru looked at him.

"Bakura's getting us water right now," she said quietly, her voice only a whisper. "He says it should help us a little."

Abayomi nodded. He got up and joined Nabooru by the window. She looked at him. "The baby is in my room," she said, a little quieter then she had been earlier. "Bakura cared for him after the priestesses and Mahado had to leave last night." She forced a smile, and Abayomi had to try not to cringe. That was probably the ugliest smile he had ever seen on anyone's face in his life. "You were right. It was a boy. You're always right..."

Abayomi smiled back at her, and when she turned away, he figured his smile was probably not any more pleasing to look at then her own.

"Nabooru," Bakura's voice rang in through the door. "I brought you your water." He appeared in the door, holding the container. "Abayomi. You're awake," he stated.

Abayomi nodded, and fell to his knees in front of the water container Bakura just brought. He dipped his hands in it, and slurped the water out of them noisily.

"Thank you, Bakura," Abayomi said, testing out to see if his voice worked. He was pleased, as much as he could be at least, to see that it did.

"No problem," Bakura smiled softly, sorrowfully, down at Abayomi, "it's really the least I could do."

Abayomi nodded. Nabooru took some water also.

"Where's Eshe?" Abayomi asked, quietly, so quietly that Nabooru and Bakura could barely hear, despite how close they were to him.

Nabooru closed her eyes, and it was Bakura who answered him. "They took her this morning. They need to start the mummification as soon as they can."

Abayomi nodded. The Pharaoh was in the process of being mummified also, he remembered.

He was the last person The Pharaoh ever spoke to, wasn't he? That should mean something. He should be honored, but all he felt was sorrow. How could two people die in so close a time period? There was no epidemic going around, there was no signs of illness. The only sign of foreboding, in fact, was that red moon who people had been seeing for about a week now.

"Hey, are you going to answer me?" Bakura demanded, breaking into Abayomi's thoughts. Abayomi looked up.

"What?" he asked.

Bakura sighed, and ran his hand through his short whitish hair. "What are you going to name the kid?" he asked.

Abayomi looked at Nabooru, who seemed to be lost within her own thoughts. He shrugged. "I don't know," he said truthfully, "I've never been good with names. It was actually Jonouchi who named me back when I couldn't remember."

Bakura nodded, knowing what Abayomi meant. When they had first met, Abayomi had no name, but practically the next day after, he did. "You think Jonouchi could name him?" he asked.

Abayomi hesitated for a little bit, before nodding. It didn't seem right, to be naming the child that killed his adoptive mother, the child that should've died instead. He immediately tried to get rid of the thoughts. After all, who was he to judge other people, especially people that young? He and Bakura had both probably suffered enough criticism to last a life time, and here he was dishing it out on a new born baby? What kind of person was he?

"Yeah... I guess we should go find him," Abayomi said. He didn't want to really dwell on Eshe's death. He didn't want to become some sort of Hermit like the guy who lived on the outskirts of the city.

If he went outside to get some air, however, he might feel better.

"Nabooru?" he asked, looking at her. She didn't blink. "Nabooru?!" He asked louder. Still no response. He snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, and she looked up at him.

"I'm going out. I'll be back. I'm going to take the kid with me too, okay?" He asked. She nodded.

He went into her room, and scooped up the small baby into his arms, and then, he and Bakura left the house.

As he walked down the street, he felt that nearly everyone was staring at him. It made him very uncomfortable.

"Bakura, why are they looking at us?" Yami whispered to his taller companion. Bakura shrugged.

"Maybe they heard about Eshe..." he said, then looked at the baby, who was sleeping peacefully in Abayomi's arms, wrapped in a blanket. "Maybe they think he is the Child of Set..."

Abayomi sighed. "People are so quick to judge..." he sighed, though he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty at the comment.

They found Jonouchi at the village stables, changing the horses' water. When he saw Bakura and Abayomi standing in the doorway, he smiled widely.

"Hey!" he grinned, and walked up to them. "This the kid?" he asked. Abayomi and Bakura nodded. "You guys friends again? That's great," he looked at them both again. "What's with the long faces?"

Abayomi looked further to the ground. Bakura scratched the side of his head. "Well... you see... we were just wondering if you could name this kid for us?" Bakura asked, looking down at the sleeping child. Jonouchi followed his gaze.

"Yeah, I could do that. But isn't it Eshe's child? Should she name it?"

"Him," Abayomi corrected. Jonouchi looked at him blankly. "The kid's a he," Abayomi finished.

Jonouchi nodded. "Okay... so why isn't Eshe naming him again?"

Bakura looked at Abayomi, and seeing that he was making no move to answer, took it upon himself to do so. "Eshe... she died during childbirth."

Jonouchi's eyes widened, and he looked at the solemn Abayomi, the reluctant Bakura, and the sleeping child. "I see..." he said simply. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Abayomi just nodded. "I'll tell Nabooru that."

Jonouchi scooped the child out of Abayomi's arms. All it did was scrunch its eyes a little, and continued sleeping.

After looking at him for a while, Jonouchi looked up at Abayomi and Bakura. "I'm thinking either Hondo or Manu."

"Hondo?" Both Abayomi and Bakura asked at the same time.

Jonouchi shrugged. "He seems like Hondo to me. I don't know why," he stated.

Abayomi blinked. "Can you give him two names?" he asked. "Like you did me?"

Jonouchi nodded. "His name, then, is Hondo Manu."

Abayomi and Bakura nodded in agreement. They were about to leave when Jonouchi stopped them. "Wait, can you wait for me to finish my chores?" he asked.

Abayomi and Bakura obviously could, for the sat on a couple of hay barrels, and watched over Jonouchi, changing the water, and giving the horses food.

If they weren't feeling so down in the dumps, they would've laughed at Jonouchi for speaking to the horses.

They thought they would be waiting for a while, judging by the amount of horses, but it was actually rather quickly when Jonouchi announced he was done. He smirked at them, both of them shocked at his speed.

"You don't do this sort of work for five years and not get quick at it," he explained, stretching.

And the four of them, the two ten years olds, the fifteen year old, and the new born, set off, walking along the streets ((Well.... Hondo was carried...)).


((**Looks at fic** .... my muse just ran away =.= ........ **Goes off to chase it with Sennen Katana** well... I just caught my humor muse... to bad this isn't humor!!! .))


It seemed they had just set out when Hondo's little eyes opened, and he began wailing loudly. The three older boys stopped short.

"What do I do?" Abayomi asked.

"How am I suppose to know?? Does it look like I have any siblings? Do something though!" Bakura answered.

"I don't know what to do though!" Abayomi complained. "Jonouchi, don't you have some siblings?"

"Eleven," Jonouchi confirmed, "but I'm the youngest."

Abayomi began to rock the child back and forth. "Do you think he's hungry?" he asked.

Bakura shrugged, as Abayomi kept rocking the child. "Try singing to it," Jonouchi suggested.

"Him," Abayomi corrected again, but followed Jonouchi's advice.


Black like the night

The darkness that Kek guards

Golden like the stars

And the Sun which Ra controls

Red like the sunset

Or blood which Set spills

His eyes are purple

Like the awakening suns cape.


Abayomi sung soothingly, and the baby's cries seemed to quiet.

"Keep singing," Bakura hissed quietly, the baby's voice beginning to pick up volume again. Abayomi had no idea what to sing now. That was the only song he knew, and even that he didn't know where it came from. Suddenly, an old memory sparked, from the back of his mind. One of a man, who resembled the former Pharaoh holding a young baby in his arms.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Abayomi was singing.


Heavens gift to me

Just the way you are

A new age child

From a different star

It feels so good

Just to be

So close to your love

You are heavens gift to me

You are so sweet and pure

Just the way you are

Daddy's rising star

There's so much in life

For you to see

And so much to be

You are heavens gift to me...


Abayomi trailed off, after seeing the child asleep. Bakura and Jonouchi were looking at him. He looked back.

"What?" he asked.

"Where did you learn those songs?" Jonouchi asked back.

Abayomi shrugged. "They just sorta ... I don't know, popped out of nowhere."

Bakura and Jonouchi stared at him a little longer, before looking at the road in front of them.

"Where to?" Jonouchi asked.

"We could go home, see how Nabooru is doing," Abayomi suggested.

This seemed to be a good enough plan, so they set off for Abayomi's home.

When they got there, Nabooru hadn't moved from her place in Eshe's room, but someone was there with her.

Anuba was sitting beside her, holding her in a comforting embrace. The boys moved silently away from the room, and into Nabooru's instead, neither Nabooru nor Anuba noticing.

"I guess Nabooru is taking it pretty hard, huh?" Jonouchi asked, laying down where she usually slept.

Abayomi nodded, keeping his eyes focused on the wall.

"What are you going to do about the fic? You think you could get a wet-nurse?" Bakura asked him.

Abayomi shrugged, and placed the baby on Nabooru's sheets. "Who knows?"

Bakura and Jonouchi exchanged glances. Besides when he had been singing to the baby, Abayomi had scarcely said a word, not something that went unnoticed by the two of them.

"Are you okay, Isha'?" Jonouchi asked, placing a hand on Abayomi's shoulder.

Abayomi nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered.

The same answer he always gave. The only answer he had to questions like that.

Jonouchi and Bakura exchanged glances again, and Bakura got up and sat in front of Abayomi.

"Hey. You once told me that we were friends, and that friends don't lie to each other. Do you remember that?" he asked.

Abayomi's face stayed a void of listlessness. It was almost as though he didn't hear Bakura, or see him inches away from his face.

Bakura opened his mouth to ask the question again, but then Abayomi nodded. "I remember," he said, his voice flat.

"Then tell me, and answer me truthfully," Bakura said, his voice having an authoritative ring.

Abayomi once again, seemed to not hear him. "What do you think I am right now?" he finally asked sharply, his listless face turning angry. "You think that I'm just fine and dandy? That I don't give a fuck that someone who was practically my mother just died, and now I'm stuck with some kid who I don't even know how to raise?"

And then, for the first time in his life, he cried in front of someone who he didn't consider family. Apparently the night before didn't dehydrate his eyes.

Neither Bakura nor Jonouchi knew exactly what to do, but it was Jonouchi who made the first move. He hugged Abayomi, and was slightly surprised when Abayomi didn't pull away. Quite the contrary. He began to cry into Jonouchi's chest.

"I don't want Eshe to leave me," he wept. "I don't want to be all alone."

Bakura sat on the other side of him, and began to rub his back in small circles. "Do any of us?" he asked.

Abayomi shook his head. "I know that you haven't had any parents for a while now Bakura," he said. "I don't know how you did it. But, now I have some kid to look after too. Some kid who I feel like killing for killing Eshe."

Jonouchi and Bakura looked at each other, somewhat shocked. Abayomi hadn't shown any signs of disdain for the kid. Well, to tell the truth, he hadn't shown hardly any signs of life or feelings period.

"I wouldn't really kill Hondo of course," Abayomi said after a moment of the awkward silence that was broken only by his sobs. "He is like my brother after all, and I suppose if Eshe was willing, to give up her life for him, or even just did it without it being willing, then I suppose I should be happy."

And it was just a feeling. A feeling that made him want to hurl, and to throw himself to the emseh for feeling it. It made him feel so grotesque, so.... unclean.

That night he fell asleep with Hondo in his arms in Nabooru's room, and Bakura waiting in the hallway for the next day.


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Kaira-chan: ^-^ yay!! Finished!! My inspiration ran off on me part way through, but after I started writing again, it crawled back to me. MWHAHAHAHAH

Yami Kaira: ... =.= Pathetic fool.

Pharaoh Yami: I would never cry in front of the Thief King .

Kaira-chan; Well, you are now, so live with it!

Kyla: Yeah!!!

Yami: you people all... I don't know the word. Please Review!!!


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

Hmm... I think I might skip a few years. Who wants to see more of Abayomi when he's ten?


Who's going to chase after me with a pitchfork because of this? =.=...

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

Chapter 13: Um... Another Nameless Chapter... a little help people?

How did Seto become all cold hearted and mean?


Chapter 14: Eshe's trial

How did Akunamakanon become so nice like in the manga when he was a BIG BIG meanie in my beginning chapters ^_^


Chapter 15: I promise I'll kill him

How Akunamakanon felt about destroying Bakura's village.

How Abayomi felt about the sudden change in the village.

How Bakura felt about the palace O_o *Blinks* not like it was a big mystery...


Chapter 16: Eighth day, third month

How the traditions of Egypt incorporated into their daily lives.

What Yami is afraid of ^-^

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

Yami Bakura's Wife:

Lol ^_^ You're both so mean to poor little Yami-kin's...

Yami: Oh gee, I wonder why .



Kitsune Swift:

Yes, the dreaded cliffhangers... apparently I've made a lot of them in a lot of my chapters stories =.=;;


Aniu Hanyou:

I will bite you *Pouts* Lol, they don't like him because he's the Pharaoh's son, and their still slightly afraid that something will happen to them if they get to close to him. Yes, Japanese versions of everything are MUCH better ^_^ poor you and your unEgyptian arcnessness. Sorry, I have no idea why you're saying so much =P Mahado is a priest and I will bite you u.u if you bite me...


Yugi-Redwall-fan:

Okay ^_^ The baby lived =P I don't think you'd be very happy about that though u.u .. Yeah, he'll be in a lot more now ^_^ no worries! Lol, no he's not... well... he might be XD lol, that's just my obsessive fangirlism getting away with me though u.u I'm glad you like it ^_^



yami blue eyes white dragon:

Lol ^_^ understandable ^-^ woo Bakura! =P



link the traveler:

Really?? Damn. Lol, the site that I get my Egyptian names off of usually puts if their gods though and I try to avoid those names, and it simply said unknown by his name u.u thanks for the info though!!


Yume Takato:

Lol, no worries ^_^;; I have some pretty unoriginal reviews too ^_^ nope, not pushy ^_^



DarkPixie4:

Yay!!!! Plushie!!! *Hands over a plushie of your choise*


Crystal Jewel:

Lol, well, the Egyptians did so.. .yeah ^_^;;


Kuriku-chan:

yay!! Go addictingnessnes.... O_o how so help you??