Sarah: New fic! Not that I really need another one to work on.

Mokuba: *smiles* ^_^

Sarah: ^_^ Anyway, this one is set in Ancient Egypt! Enjoy!

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Pharaoh Yami paced back and forth in front of the large door that led to his bedroom, worry expressed on his face and in his fists- they were clenched so tight, his knuckles were ghost white.

"This is not right," he thought. "I am fourteen years old, I shouldn't have to put up with this kind of stress." The face of his beautiful wife, Tawnia flashed in his mind, but it provided him little comfort. He knew nothing of what she was going through in there, but from the screams he heard, it had to be terrible.

"Please Ra," he said aloud. "Please, let her make it." He and Tawnia had been married two years, not unusual by Egyptian standards, and he loved her very much- he refused to marry someone he didn't love. Now she was in their room, giving birth to their first child, and he was told there were complications. He wasn't ready to lose her… not by a long shot.

He was about to turn around and start pacing in the other direction, when someone behind him cleared their throat. Yami flinched, then spun around. His captain of the guard, Jou was standing there, a smile on his face.

"How are things, Pharaoh?" he asked. "From the way you look and act, one would think Tawnia had died." Yami's eyes widened.

"Don't even joke like that, Jou!" he cried. "I haven't heard a thing from anyone! Seto went in there an hour ago and he hasn't come out yet!" Jou rolled his eyes- Seto was Egypt's High Priest, and the two of them didn't exactly see eye to eye. In all actuality, they hated each other.

"I'd normally agree with you, Pharaoh, but Seto cares for Tawnia as much as you. Besides, he knows you'll kill him if he screws up." Yami let out a sigh.

"She's okay, right? I mean, she will be, right?" Jou put his arm around the Pharaoh's shoulder.

"I can't tell the future, Pharaoh," he said, sadly. "But she's as stubborn as you are. Does that offer any comfort?" Yami shook his head.

"She is," he admitted. "But I sometimes worry that she is not as strong as she is stubborn..."

Suddenly, the door opened a bit. Seto stepped out through the crack and looked at Yami.

"Seto!" he said, excitedly. "Is she all right? Are both of them..." Yami suddenly noticed the look on Seto's face. "Please... tell me they are both all right."

"I wish I could," Seto replied, sadly shaking his head. "But, Tawnia... she is so weak, Pharaoh. We're losing her." Yami didn't wait to hear anymore- he pushed past Seto and ran into the room. The first thing he saw was Tawnia, lying in their bed. Her blue eyes were softer than ever and her sand colored hair framed her pale face.

"Tawnia?" She looked up at him and smiled- she had this way of smiling at you that made you feel like the last person on earth. She then gestured to a small bundle that was lying next to her.

"Come Yami," she called to him. "Come meet your daughter." Yami walked over to the bed and sat down on the opposite side of the bundle. Tawnia pulled back the cloth, revealing the small child. Yami looked at her in awe- not even a day old and her little head was covered with brown hair, just like her mother's. With one hand he reached across his wife and touched his daughter's cheek. A tear streaked down his face as she leaned into his touch and let out a little sigh. He then took his wife's hand and gave it a kiss.

"She's beautiful, Taia," he whispered. "Just like her mother." Tawnia smiled and shook her head.

"Flatterer." She sighed. "I pray she is just like you, Yami- so strong and determined, yet so gentle and kind..." Her smile faded. "I won't be able to see if my prayers are answered."

"Don't talk like that, Tawnia," he pleaded. "You're going to be all right, I know you will!" She chuckled.

"Liar." She closed her eyes. "Tell her about me, Yami. Let our little princess know her mother, even if I'm not there..." Yami held her hand tight, more tears slipping down his cheeks.

"I will, Taia. She will know everything, I promise." She didn't reply. "Taia? Tawnia?!" Yami shook his head in disbelief. "No... NO!" He rested his head on her chest and began to cry.

It wasn't until minutes later that something brought him out of his grief- his young daughter's cry. He looked up at her, squirming on the bed, yelling her little head off. He stood, then crossed to the other side of the bed and lifted her into his arms. She instantly stopped crying as she snuggled close to him. Yami sighed, then went to a chair next to the bed and sat down. He rocked her back and forth, just listening to her breathe.

"It is just you and I now, little Koujo," he said. "And that's how it shall always be."