A/N: Warning! In this chapter Atemu might not act like a normal five-year-old. First of all he's a prince, the future Pharaoh, and in the old days children aged faster than they do now. If they don't, they do now. Also he's been trained to act grown-up almost an adult. That's why some of the things he does in this chapter will seem a little out of character for a five-year-old to do, but in Atemu's case its perfectly reasonable.
Also, I've decided my previous idea of having everything Yuugi says be written in Japanese, and every time someone Egyptian speak to Yuugi written in Egyptian plan backfired. I've decided to ditch that idea. Reason being, one, I don't exactly know how Ancient Egyptians formed sentences as in the order of subject, verb, and object. Second, just thinking about the amount of research I need to put into it… just scares me. As for the Japanese… hmm… I'm just a beginner and I don't know enough vocabulary like for the Egyptian vocabulary the amount of research petrifies me. Third, if I do decide to stick with Japanese and Egyptian what they say might turn out really weird and unbalanced. For the sake of this fic, my sanity, and everyone's sanity… from now on most of what they say will be written in English. Side note, till stated… most everything Yuugi says is in Japanese, and everything Atemu and any Egyptian says is in Egyptian. Hopefully when I write how they can't understand each other, it won't be too confusing.
Oh, another thing, the Arabic names for the OC will stay as is. I tried finding Egyptian names for them, but there weren't that many to choose from… and they all meant or is about the same thing. Thought it meant be too confusing if I used them, so I turned to Arabic. The next closest thing… -. -;; sad I know. Lucky… I don't think there are that many OC's more like… uh… every mind. Also no OC will turn into a Mary Sue. I repeat no OC will turn into a Mary Sue… no matter what you think. That'll make sense later now though.
Also most of you probably already know by now that Yu-gi-oh! has ended as of the last week of September. :sob: The anime and manga has both ended, but that's not going to affect the way this fic plays out. One, Yuugi's not even in Japan. -.-;; So Kaiba's little Dueling Academy doesn't matter. Two, I already knew the ending of Yu-gi-oh months in advance from the manga. That was a sad day. Cried for hours. T.T Helped me get through the anime ending. T.T
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! Duel Monsters. If I did the show and the anime probably wouldn't be over yet. :sob: T.T Can't believe its really over and Atemu truly dead. Waaa!!!!
Chapter 2:
Ji-chan
Atemu sighed dragging Yuugi along with him. The younger was like annoying little growth and hindrance that just couldn't be removed. The young prince's face was covered in fatigue. The night's festivals had worn him out. After discovering his young savior's name, one of his future advisors, Mahado had dragged him onto the dance floor to accompany a pretty young girl around his own age in a dance. Atemu, afraid of what his father would do if he declined another dancer that night, was obligated to dance, but not before giving Mahado a death stare. The older simply shrugged it off before leading Isis, another one of his future advisors, onto the dance floor to accompany him in a dance.
Between dances Atemu would slip side-glances around the room looking for the young boy. Each time Yuugi would be standing at the exact same spot that he had left him at early that night, and even more frightening was that each time he had the exact same facial expression on. He was like a statue frozen by time, immobilized. Nobody bothered him. Nobody talked to him, not like he would understand any ways, but still Atemu felt sorry for the boy. That was probably the reason why he was so keen on volunteering to show Yuugi to his room that he would be staying in. Besides, it was also a perfect opportunity to escape having to dance with another love stricken girl, some probably twice his age. Something that usually left him gagging long after wards, were they that desperate to find him a wife and queen? Upon leaving Atemu noticed the disappointed faces upon the females in the room. They all liked him. He knew that. Just thinking about the day when he would have to take one as his future wife and queen bugged him. All those girls, his cousins and some were his half sisters; they had grown up together, just like how he grew up with his future advisors and holders of the Sennen Items. He couldn't choice one, much less fall for any of them. Somehow it didn't seem right even though it had been occurring for hundreds of years. Even his own parents were cousins, and he was expected to uphold the tradition. As Shada, another one of future advisors, and Mahado would often-kindly suggested, maybe he just wasn't at the age of falling in love. But just earlier, he felt something. Something different, a fluffy butterfly feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, a sort of longing and even lust that even now wouldn't go away. Each time intensifying to the next level when he slipped a side-glance at Yuugi.
His hands closed tightly on to the boy's thin wrist. Each time he tried to pick up speed, Yuugi would slow him down. He never knew anybody could be so interested at the palace walls… something that he had gotten quite bored of. They all looked the same any ways except for the engraved border that ran throughout the upper rim of the walls depicting common legends that all Egyptians were expected to know since birth. The incoherent blabbing that Yuugi let off that obviously made as much sense as to Yuugi as they didn't make for him. Especially now, he found it extremely difficult to do anything with this newly appeared boy who seemed very close to his age. Yet, somehow just being with this boy, it gave him comfort even though the two couldn't really understand what the other was saying. It took a lot of signing and pictures to get their ideas across to one another especially when it came to leaving the throne room. Unfortunately, things didn't improve after Yuugi seemed to grow more and more comfortable with his surroundings and being with Atemu, that it became almost impossible to get him to concentrate much less attempt to talk with him. Guess, he like Atemu didn't take too fondly to crowds.
Once more Yuugi stopped at another door… the hieroglyphics engrave upon the door intrigued Yuugi deeply. How could hieroglyphics have that much interest for anyone was beyond Atemu? He hated the writing style… haven to learn them from his tutor every day. Once more he tugged on Yuugi's arm… pulling the boy down the hall with him. So annoying! Why did he even volunteer to take Yuugi to his room? After all they had plenty of slaves to do the job, but deep down in a part of Atemu, he knew he liked it. He liked spending time with Yuugi… and he liked that strange and fluffy sensation that filled his stomach… a feeling he didn't think he ever felt before.
One hour later or so, they finally reached his chambers. Yuugi's were next to his. He decided to let Yuugi see his room before taking him in to his room. Deciding maybe they should get acquainted with each other better before leaving him alone for the night. Besides, he wanted an excuse to go to bed late. Deciding to go about this simply Atemu said one word. "Atemu." Yuugi crocked his head confused. Atemu sighed. Somebody had to teach him to understand them… whatever language if it even was a language that he used had to go. Why don't you teach him? A nagging voice in the back of his mind stated. Atemu growled.
"Nani?" Yuugi whispered looking up at Atemu with his big innocent eyes. Atemu melted. Another feeling he never felt before… every action or comment that he made towards Yuugi were all new to him. Some of his words, his actions he never even knew he had inside of him. Not only that but Yuugi brought out another side to him… a side he even knew he had. He wanted to protect him. He wanted to act like a big brother. Stand out… be assertive… something he rarely or nearly never did. Something that he knew he needed the day he became Pharaoh. It was as if Yuugi was making him age even more quickly… earning adult feelings instead of his normal childish ones. It was as if a part of him wanted to protect this boy for some unknown reason. Each time he saw Yuugi, a feeling of familiarity seemed to have run through his mind as if once, long ago they had met before. Atemu shook his head, pointing to the door before pointing at himself. "Atemu." Then turning he pointed to Yuugi's door across from his. Then he pointed at Yuugi, "Yuugi," he stated.
"Hai!" Yuugi shouted… happily clapping his hands. Atemu chuckled before pulling Yuugi inside his bedroom. His chuckle widened to fits of laughter as he watched Yuugi's expression change to complete awe. The boy was stunned. The room was beautiful… done in complete gold. A small table at one end. Papyrus littered the table… and writing utensils, his still waiting to be completed homework. In the other end was a gold canopy bed. White freshly changed linens covered the bed. The bed was so big… twenty people could probably sleep on it and not feel crushed by each other's bodies.
Yet one thing out of the whole room caught Yuugi's eyes, a wooden board with 25 squares etched into the wood. Pieces littered the wood and around it. Atemu watched intrigued as Yuugi walked up to his bed and plotted himself down before the unfinished game that he had been playing just hours ago. "Wow," muttered Yuugi. His eyes lighting up as he picked up on the gold pieces on the board before Atemu could stop him. A small groan left Atemu's lips as he watched Yuugi destroy the long, intense game. Seto's going to freak tomorrow. Yet Yuugi's innocent infatuation with the game amused him greatly. The way his eyes shown as he ran his hands over each individual piece and the engraving upon the wood. "Nani?" asked Yuugi innocently pointing to the board game.
'Nani' a common sound that seemed to come out frequently from the young boy's lips whatever it was it obviously meant something to the boy. Whatever that something was he didn't have a clue. Whatever it meant Atemu decided take to wild guess. The way the boy used the word over and over again when he was confused gave Atemu the impression that it had to mean some sort of a question word… possibly 'what'. "Seega," Atemu said pointing to the board.
"Seega?" Yuugi repeated the word. It came out foreign in the boy's lips. The way he said it… it wasn't like the way Atemu was used to hearing it being pronounced.
"Seega." the young prince nodded, receiving a pleasant little grin from Yuugi.
"Seega. How do you play?" The young look alike questioned. His bright amethyst eyes sparkled as he looked up at his older and wiser counterpart. The young prince confused at the young boy's question could only blush and shrug his shoulders.
"Game," Yuugi asked only more.
"Game?" Atemu whispered… sounding out the foreign word that left Yuugi's lips. The young boy twirled one of the Seega pieces in his hand… tracing over the pretty design that was engraved upon the piece. Atemu watched his younger counterpart. His feet hanging limply over the side of his bed. His blond bangs hung limply over his eyes. He watched the boy tentatively. Thoughts of tomorrow's judging ran through Atemu's mind. What kind of ka did his boy hold in his mind? Was it strong? Was it evil? Was it pure? Would his father and the priests accept the ka that is within Yuugi's mind?
"How do you play?" The boy said once more. This time shoveling the piece in front of Atemu's face. The older boy lightly pushed the piece away before touching another piece, this one different in color, darker, the other set. He looked at the piece that his hand touched and the one in Yuugi's hand. Could it be that he wants to play? Atemu smiled slyly. Could this foreign boy possibly be a good gamiest or a potentially good gamiest in a game he had never seen before? Games, that was one thing that Atemu loved… games. He never turned down a match. He nearly never lost at a game of Seega, Snake, Senet, jacks, or any other game that he was challenged to. That was Atemu's talent… gaming. He was a child prodigy at gaming. Even though he wasn't even six yet, he could come up with brilliant strategies that people three, four times his age could never think of. Because of that, he was a valuable asset as the advisors and priests declared many times, he would make a brilliant pharaoh possibly even surpassing his father and ancestors in greatness. Because of such high expectations, Atemu was forced to age faster. Him and his already nearly fully appointed priests and priestess that would someday rule with him.
His fingers slipped pass the piece landing on another. The piece, clasped between two fingers and a thumb, slipped gently into place on the board. Atemu watched intrigued at what Yuugi would do. The younger of the two watched his counterpart move and giggled. His eyes blinked… confused before a small smile formed on his lips. A sly smile appeared on his face as he placed one of his chips on the board… far from Atemu's piece. Atemu blinked. An unusual move but legal none the less and that confused him… only briefly before he too set a piece on the board, mirroring Yuugi's move. Perfect way to draw out Yuugi's strategy before he pounced down for the kill. Yuugi giggled before slipping another chip on the board. Atemu followed in suit. His piece once again mirroring Yuugi's.
Piece by piece twenty-four of the twenty-five spaces were filled. Finally it was time for the game to begin… Atemu's favorite part. This would be his judging of Yuugi's worth. Was he a valid and potential gamiest? Or was he like all the others… with no talent… except for Seto. Seto just wouldn't quit. For as long as Atemu could remember he and Seto had been rivals at gaming. They both wanted to be the best. Their tutor had even said that it was grand idea… challenging each other in doing better. Playing games required brains… the more games they played the more they would have to use their brains. It all tied in… ultimately making them both smarter and becoming better and wiser beings as they aged. It especially helped since they both loved playing games… games that sometimes lasted days and weeks. They had even invented their own game, a role playing game. They had gotten a carpenter to make the pieces and board game for them… a board that increased in dimensions as least once a month to bimonthly tops. A game that never ended and could be played by multiple people… something that all could take part in.
Ten minutes later… a majority of both Yuugi and Atemu's pieces lay on the bed surrounding them. The quickest game Atemu had ever play but definitely not an easy match. Yuugi was a strong player who caught on quickly after loosing two pieces. He immediately understood the basics of the game and quickly caught up with Atemu… throwing each of his plays back at him. A small groan left Yuugi's lips. It was his turn. Only two pieces left of each… he had to make this move count. His eyes buried… his amethyst eyes intensified. Atemu watched intrigued… his judgment long cast. There was no doubt about it. Yuugi was a talented gamiest… either that or he was extremely lucky. Yet, since he didn't believe in luck all that much, it came down to simply that he was a great gamiest… possibly even more of a challenge then Seto. Atemu grinned. He couldn't wait till after the judgment tomorrow when he could introduce Yuugi more formally to his future priests and priestess.
Yuugi's hands trembled before moving a chip diagonally. Atemu grinned. He was retreating… prefect. Time for the kill… without giving it much thought he moved his piece right… each to Yuugi's. His piece was boxed in… ready to be sprang on. Now it was time for Yuugi to rejoice. Just the move he was hoping for. A quick play followed by Atemu's play. One piece each… a tie… Atemu gasped. He never tied before… especially with an amateur. Yuugi grinned… giggling. He clapped his hands together. That was fun! He immediately extended his hand. Atemu cocked his head… not comprehending. He was doing it… extending his hand. Yuugi bit his lips confused. Why wasn't Atemu shaking his hand? He eyed the prince strangely before deciding that wasn't fun. They had tied after all. No hard feelings right? So why wasn't Atemu shaking his hand… a truce… an honorable act between too contestants. He cocked his head before grabbing Atemu's hand. The prince looked, startled looked down at the warmth that now radiated from the palm of his hand. Before remembering the game, a tie… he never tied, and that made him unhappy and confused. Confused, he hated being confused… cause that was a weakness… something that he wasn't supposed to show. Yet, he couldn't help it, he was completely baffled by their last play, and he didn't like being confused especially not in gaming. He was good at gaming, yet Yuugi… coming from no where managed to totally cream him… something he wasn't too keen on. Yet, as he looked up once more and saw the gleam in Yuugi's eyes… his competitive nature immediately left him, and he too smiled… something he never done before.
That caused Yuugi to smile too and giggle. "You look pretty when you smile." An innocent comment causing Atemu's bow to furrow once more. What had he said? The unknown made his uneasy. It always made him feel uneasy. He hated being left in the dark even more than dancing with girls and talking with his father. I have to teach him to talk like us. I just have too.
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Ra's rays burned through the land…reflecting off of the royal palace. A boy stirred, as the beams of light hit his face. Another's breathing startled him. Immediately his brain began to conjure up the worst of worst scenarios. He was never one to be good in bed. All girls that had ever shared a bed with him told him so, complaining to the royal guards. They would always scold him for it, yet deep down he knew they feared for the empire. What if no heir was produced? What would happen to the mighty empire? Yet, he couldn't remember anyone coming in during the night… actually he couldn't even remember when he even fell asleep the night before.
The raspy breathing continued as the young prince opened his eyes. To his surprised, it wasn't a girl only Yuugi. His beautiful innocent face curled up in a ball leaning up against his body for warmth. The land could get mighty cold at night even though summer was not far off. His arms were wrapped around his waist. There were so close that the young prince could easily smell the flowery scent that enclosed the boy. How could he have missed it yesterday?
A streak of red formed over his face as he looked down at the farther end of his bed. Games littered the end… now he remembered. They had stayed up late last night playing games… he had taught Yuugi many games… taught him his language. Even formed a compromise language, so they could communicate with the other. A small grin appeared on Atemu's face. He finally found a friend after so long. A friend that didn't mind he was a prince… actually Atemu wasn't sure if Yuugi even knew he was a prince. Somehow he wasn't too sure if Yuugi even knew where he was.
He remembered how… they both fell a sleep after a game of Senet. Both forgetting that Yuugi's room was across the hall. Obviously his mother hadn't come in last night… much less any of the slaves. He wondered if he was missed… wondered if they wondered why he was gone for so long… or maybe they didn't noticed. Nobody ever really noticed him any ways at festivals… beside his cousins and sisters… they noticed him only if they wanted to dance. Besides that he was left alone, he knew that his future advisors knew better than talk to him during the festivals. He never liked festivals that much mainly cause he had to dance… something he hated doing. Only Mahado and Seto talked to him… sometimes…especially Seto who would tease him when he messed up on a dance step, or when Mahado tried to set him up with some girl.
A light knock sounded upon the door removing the young prince from his thoughts. "Who is it?" he called softly but loud enough, so the person on the other side of the door could hear.
"Seto… you dunce. You aren't still sleeping are you? Queen and Pharaoh are getting impatient. The judging of that boy starts in less than half an hour. You know where he is?"
Atemu groaned scolding at the gods for not waking him early. "No, I'm not sleeping… Seto," Atemu hissed annoyed at the older boy. "Tell them I'll be there soon. And I know where Yuugi is," Atemu hissed… emphasizing Yuugi's name maybe a little too much.
"Lookie, lookie who got out of the wrong side of the bed today… Prince," Seto said… a tone of teasing ever present as he emphasized the word prince more than needed. "Oh, and Prince. The slaves are fixing your breakfast already. Better dress yourself… that is if you can." A ring of light hearted chuckled left Seto's lips.
"Seto… shut up," hissed Atemu overly annoyed as he heard the final chuckles from the priest-in-training as he left the corridor to his room. He knew Seto meant no harm… a simple combat of teasing and words before the start of the day. Something they both needed to keep from going insane. They own little game that allowed them to be average children for at least a little while… something none of the adults knew about. At least the ones that did pretended not to notice. They would always turn their back… become inattentive to it. Atemu sighed… turning to find that Yuugi still wasn't awake. Gods could he sleep!
Atemu glazed over at the younger boy. It was a pity to have to awake him… he looked so… cute… Cute! Atemu blenched at such a word. When had he even thought something was cute? Never! Only his petty sisters and cousins ever thought things were cute… normally himself. At least they would be leaving soon… go back to wherever they came from till the next festival… his birthday. The younger boy whimpered… before opening his eyes… obviously from being rudely awakened by Atemu and Seto's conversation.
The boy blinked… at first confused where he was before remembering. He was with Atemu. The boy giggled. "Ohayo."
Atemu cocked his head confused causing more laughter from Yuugi. Atemu sighed… annoyed another day of signing and half conversations. "Yuugi, get up. We're late," Atemu snapped. He probably already wasted five minutes. His parents probably already deeply annoyed at both of them. Yuugi giggled once more… a small yawn left his lips before popping himself up. A small blush appeared on his face once he discovered where his hands were located. He immediately pulled them back allowing Atemu to get out of bed. The younger of the two still dazed as he watched the young prince walk to a large gold crested cabinet at the far end of the room. A small frown appeared on Atemu's face at he was meet by a brunch of clothes.
His brow raised higher… confused. He had never dressed himself… much less chose what he wanted to wear. That was his servants' job. He slipped aside glance to the small bell resting peacefully on his desk. Temptation… he was very tempted to ring the bell and call one of his servants here. Yet time was of great essence at this moment, he didn't have time to call one of his servants… besides he wasn't sure where any of them were at this moment. They were always very hard to find after a festival. His father always let the servants celebrate too… which normally meant that they were most likely get drunk during the course of the night. Disgusting!
A small giggled escaped Yuugi's lips causing Atemu to turn around and give the younger boy a death stare. Yuugi immediately stopped giggling. A small pout appeared in its place as he slipped out of the bed and walked up to Atemu. "What are you doing?" Yuugi asked innocently pointing to the clothes inside. A confused look appeared on his face. Atemu watched Yuugi's facial expression immediately understanding.
"Attempting to get dress." The young prince replied motioning at his body and the clothes that hung in the closet.
"Oh," said Yuugi… even more confused. He slipped a glance at Atemu and seeing the boy looking at the clothes; he decided to mimic the older boy. Must be another one of his traditions. The two stood there for the longest time… both staring at the wardrobe hanging in the closet. A small yawn escaped Yuugi's lips once more. Boring! Why can't he just pick something? He's worse than a girl when it comes to dressing!
Off and on Atemu would slip glances to Yuugi… curious at why his younger look-alike was copying his every movement. Just great! We're both confused. Why didn't I just ring the bell earlier or something! Father and Mother are going to kill us both now. He sighed walking to the bell on his desk. Yuugi watched confused as he rung it. A loud, high-pitched chime escaped the bell causing the younger boy to cringe. Who would have thought such a small bell could produce such a loud ear shattering sound?
Moments later the door to the bedroom swung one. Four young slave girls appeared each down on their knees. Yuugi watched curious as the young prince… obviously giving them some form of instruction obviously involving the clothes in the wardrobe. A small sweat drop appeared on Yuugi's forehead as he watched the girls take out two sets of clothes… one obviously for him.
A small 'o' formed around his lips… stunned and embarrassed as two of the girls startled stripping Atemu. A small blush formed under his eyes immediately looking away only to be greeted by an unhappy realization. The other two slave girls had surrounded him. One holding the clothes as the other advanced on him attempting to take hold of the white, cloth gown that covered his body. Yuugi immediately twitched, backing away… pulling the gown with him. A disturbed and offended look appeared on the slave girl's face as Yuugi back up… her hands still on the gown. "Ilie! Ilie! Ilie! Stop! Stop! Stop!" Yuugi shouted frantically trying to keep the gown on him. No way was he going to allow a bunch of strange girls probably twice or three times his age strip him of his clothes. If Atemu was okay with that sort of thing, let him have his ways, but he definitely wasn't going to be stripped. No way! He could dress himself… he didn't need strange girls to do it for him. If that was what Atemu was waiting for… them either Atemu was just overly lazy or overly dependent on other people. Or just plain sick!
"Yuugi. Stop. Let them dress you," Atemu commanded. Not till seconds before had he realized what the noise was about. Yuugi was attempting to escape the grasp of the young slave girl. Atemu knew who the girl was… one of those stubborn and loyal followers who knew her job and would never back out of it. Yuugi looked up horrified at Atemu's words… his tone of voice gave it away completely. Half of the gown was already off while the other half Yuugi was attempting to hold down.
Minutes later the young prince was fully clothed. A white sleeveless shirt adorned his chest. A gold belt kept his cloth that wound around his lower portion of his body covered. A golden snake buckle attached to the center. A red cap was wrapped around his shoulders. Gold jewelry adorned a major portion of his body. Gold arm bands, bracelets, and rings covered the length of his arm. Gold leg braces clung to his ankle up to his kneecap. A glorious and highly detailed necklace hung around his neck. A gold crown, his sign of royalty, was nested in his mass of hair. Gold ear rings covered majority of his ears… flesh could barely be seen. A pair of wooden sandals adorned his feet that were wrapped in a thin layer of cloth bonding them. He motioned for his slaves to help the other two as he popped himself down on his bed. The breakfast they brought for him sat on the stand. A piece of fruit in one hand, and a loft of bread in the other as he watched the amusing scene before them. All four slave girls were now on top of the struggling the boy. His hands still firming clasped on his gown.
Atemu wasn't sure how it happened… or who lost interest first before the other sprang from the kill. The next thing he knew Yuugi was finally fully clothed in one of his old set of clothing… a mini version of his own only without the snake head on the belt, the crown and no jewelry. An unpleasant look was evident on Yuugi's face as the servants left him alone. Atemu tossed the boy a piece of bread and fruit while the servants took the rest away. From the position that Ra was in right now… obviously more than thirty minutes had passed. He grabbed Yuugi's arm and dragged him out of the room… causing the younger boy to trip over his sandals… knocking them both down.
Atemu groaned as he hit the floor. A small gasp escaped from the slaves as they dropped the dishes immediately running to their master. After a lot of struggling and mishaps somehow both boys managed to arrive in the throne room… looking flushed. Atemu immediately dropped into a low bow not before pulling Yuugi with him.
"What took you so long, Son," Pharaoh commanded… annoyance ever present. He was just about to call some of his guards to go check on the prince.
"Please forgive me Father. I won't happen again." Atemu stated quickly… flushed.
"No, it won't. Cause if it does… well… let's not go there. Just remember, you're bed might not be as warm anymore." Atemu gulped remembering at his punishment when he couldn't perfectly recite the laws to his tutor especially after breaking one. It ended with him spending a week in the north tower… the coldest place in the upper half of the palace… matching almost that of the dungeon where despicable creatures are known to roam.
"We will talk later about your behavior, Son," the queen spoke. Her voice not as harsh as Pharaoh's yet full of disappointment… worse in Atemu's opinion. That was his mother's way of punishing him… making his suffer though guilt… most times worst than most punishments.
"Akunadin, Hafiz, Raja, Faysal, Majid, and Simon, prepare for judgment," commanded Pharaoh. A small rustle around the pharaoh broke through the air as six priests and priestess stood up from their kneeling down phrase. A large stone tablet was pulled into the throne room by eight slaves… in case the one being judged's ka turned out potentially dangerous. They were be condemned at the judging no matter what crime they were being charged of. Yuugi gulped as he saw Atemu nod. A signal that told him it was okay to stand up. He felt his legs trembling once more… he kind of already knew what they were about to do. Atemu had attempted to explain it to him yesterday. Most he didn't understand. All he figured out was it was some type of judging of purity or something. Everything about ka and beyond went beyond anything he had ever known or heard about.
Atemu watched Yuugi twitch in his position. The young man had backed down to stand next to his mother. Her arm rested against his. Upon her face, was clearly the expression of 'don't make a sound'… a message that applied for him and the other youth currently in the room. Pharaoh watched… backing back to his throne watching the judgment process. First Akunadin stepped forward. With one swift movement he parted his raven black hair revealing a golden eye situated in his left. Atemu grimaced… he was never too fond of the eye… how it required that the holder permanently lose his own eye to use the item. He much preferred the other five items… how the bearer only had to wear it around his or her necks or carry it around like the scale and rod.
Yuugi squeaked… paralyzed by fear and by the mystical energies that radiated from the eye itself throwing them both almost into another dimension. Air seemed stilled here… weak… temperamental. Yuugi gulped… shades of purple flashed through the atmosphere… followed by a scream… a familiar scream. An image flashed through his mind. An old man with purple eyes… charming and nice… wearing overalls and a bandanna over his head. "Ji-chan," Yuugi whispered before falling… the image disappeared from his mind like last night's frost. A cold object touched his forehead… he felt his mind burn with angst as he fell… plummeting into darkness.
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A/N: Much shorter than the last two chapters, which were over twenty pages each. I thought I was entitled in letting his chapter be a little shorter… like only about ten pages. I've decided that's going to be around my limit per chapter… around ten pages. So how was this chapter? Did it manage to shed any light upon the story yet? Oh! Seega and Senet are real games that Ancient Egyptians played. If you want more information on these two games, you can search for them on any search engine. Till next time. Please review!!! Your opinions to constricted criticism all work for me only because it helps me write better chapters. I take all reviews and suggestions into consideration and try to fix this fic as best as I can. So please review. I like most authors like hearing how their readers feel about their work. .