Secrets in Thebes- Hesitant Eyes

CHNY: Originally, this fic was supposed to be about 20 chapters long, but right now, it's looking at 15 at most, maybe 10. This fic was also supposed to be filling some of the things that happened in FLBD, but that isn't happening either.

Khalid-Bakura: CHNY doesn't own Yuugiou in any way shape or form. She also does not own Alexandria/Thebes/Memphis, which is/was owned by whoever owns them. And CHNY, does not own her cousins. (the Palace children)

Sorry! I lost the file the first time, and them I was procrastinating. But we have a five day weekend so I have no excuse!

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"Prince Khiseki! Tell us a story!" Alec, one of the priest's children, said loudly.

"Which one? I know many," the Prince turned babysitter asked.

"The one about the Sennen Items! And your friends!" Seto's daughter yelled. He had married Isis, after she had been brought back to the Palace.

"Why would you wish to hear a story like that, Saran?" Khiseki said slowly.

"Because Father and Mother won't tell me what happened, and neither will Burkyna!" Saran yelled.

"You asked Burkyna! Gods above! She didn't hurt you, did she?" Khiseki said hurriedly.

"No. Why would she hurt me?" Saran said uncomprehending.

"Nothing, nothing. Now is it not time for you to got to your lessons with the others?"

Saran blinked about her, and realized hat everyone else had left to their lessons.

"Oh! Good farewells, Prince!"

He sighed, thankful that he hadn't had to give an excuse past 'no time'. Things had changed in the Palace since five years ago.

Everyone involved with the Shadow Realm adventure had been invited in to the Palace. Malik had come willingly, as long as his family was helped in caring for the other children. The rest of his family were moved to the better part of town.

Makyra, of course, lived in the Palace, but she still took lessons at the Academy, until last month. Now she was an advisor to the Pharaoh, along with Seto and Khiseki.

Burkyna was a spy for the Pharaoh. She had offered this herself, but was still rather violent.

Isis had been initiated into the Palace, and was now happily married to Seto. They had one kid, a four year old named Saran.

He pushed himself up off the wall, and walked down the corridor towards the meeting hall. Even though there were marks of what happened there, the court still held meetings there. And he was supposed to be in one, right now. He sighed again, bracing himself for the rebukes of his father.

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"Mahado!"

Atemu ran through the corridors of his labyrinth. Frantically, he opened each door he passed. Even though it appeared that he was the master of this place, he still could not control in. He was searching for the room of records, where his memories and knowledge of the shadows were stored.

He found the door, panting slightly. He pushed open the door, and walked into his 'library'.

"There you guys are! I've been trying to find you- Where are you!? Hello?"

He peered around, searching for the duo of sorcerers. He backed out of the room. When he closed the door, it faded out of view. He frowned, tracing the place the door had been.

'Strange. That is the first time I've ever seen that... Ah well, they must not wish to been found. Now to find something to occupy me...'

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'Slice once. Slice twice. Slice thrice. Stop. Watch in heal. Slice once. Slice twice. Slice thrice... I'm bored.'

Khalid-Bakura sighed and rubbed the skin that had amused him for countless hours. It seemed that in the place he was, his wounds automatically healed. That was interesting for a while, but now he was bored. He glanced around the room that appeared to be his prison. He spotted ink, so he decided to decorate his room with his version of graffiti.

He drew everything on his walls, his skin, his books. He drew Atemu, Burkyna, Khiseki, The Ring, and just about everything else in between. Then he sat back and he admired his work. He had noticed that no matter how long he appeared to have stayed in the box, his body had not changed one bit, except for his skin lightening considerable, and his body becoming weaker. But his fingernails didn't grow, his hair didn't grow, and he felt no need for food, water, bathrooms, or bedmates. It was as if time was standing still.

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One day, Bakura couldn't remember what day, but one day, a smallish brick in the walls crumbled. Out of it he could see a man, and a very young boy. The boy looked like him. Each day, another brick crumbled. Thus he started counting the days by the bricks that fell away.

Slowly, a whole new world opened to his questing eyes.

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CHNY: Okay! This copy probably is not as good as the original, but whatever.

KB: I counted the days by the bricks that disappeared? What kind of stupid thing is that?

CHNY: It was going to be by the number of hairs that flew into your room.

KB: Okay... um.. this is better.

A: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha gasp

KB: What the heck is your problem.

A: You painted me!

KB: You want to make something out of it?

CHNY: No fighting! Signing off!