Responses to White Kingdom's Reviews

Lady Serenity-I do not know if everyone had read the zero series(Not Shown in the Anime), which is before the Duelist Kingdom Arc. In that Kaiba seems to generally care for his fans, he was smiling and waving at them. I had to look at that page five times to make sure I wasn't seeing things, and had to ask my brother if he saw what I did. Truly his egotistical arrogance is just a mask and shield which over time became to familiar to put down, Mokuba once said it was like Seto was processed by the spirit of gaming. Near the later end of the last arc of the YGO series, Seto softens again, and at times you can see his good side over the course of the arcs. Except the Waking the Dragons Arc, no-one is portrayed too favorably, maybe Joey, Tristan, and Yugi who is a wall ornament now. Thanks for asking.

SailorVeggie- I wouldn't worry particularly to much, I am not real to comfortable with pairings like that, not I have anything against it, love's love, but it doesn't sit well with me. It is just someone asked why I don't do fem-slash pairings. I figure if enough people want it, I could hitch my own feelings under control. If it is voted in, the fem-slash pairings will be under a different story heading so don't worry.

Kyt Trallas- Well then, this is Yami's story, enjoy.

SesshomarusBunny-Thanks I guess I could continue the fic's off of the one-shots, but if I do that won't be done until I make headway with my other stories. Most good One-shots, leave people wanting more, it makes me wonder why there is even a thing called one-shot.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I shall shut-up now so all you Yami fans can enjoy the story.

Summary- Yami/Usa One-Shot (AU)

Yami on his required vision quest across the desert between the Lower Kingdom and the Upper Kingdom, meets with a gift from the gods. A goddess like blonde who guides him to an oasis's where he can recuperate and dream of visions.

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Desert Oasis

The sun beat heavily on a young male, he drew his steps solidly, but you could see it wore on him. Seeing a shadow casting from a small sand dune he walked over and sat down. Pulling out his water flask, he took two sips, and put a drop on his finger, which he swiped across his wrists and face. Tilting his head back, the sun crept through the shade and highlighted his features. He had usual hair coloring, long spiked blond crowned hair, two long spikes brushing against his closed eyelids. Further up from the blond, was an amassed of black hair spiking upwards to the final hair coloring, red undertone magenta locks were the last reaching for the sun. He shifted his body, the light now falling on his simple traveling clothes. A white tunic was wrapped around his limber form, leaving his shoulders, neck, and lower legs bare. He wore simple sandals, hard to really notice because of the enormous sand damage to them.

Sighing the male stood up, and his eyes slid open to reveal mysterious violet orbs. His face was noble in all his contours and his stance suggested some one of importance. Strapping his flask back to his hips, he pulled out a scroll of papyrus and studied the markings on it. Bringing the paper aligned with the sun he mapped his course, and nodded. As he slipped the map into the small satchel he carried, the sun glisten on a hidden object. The object turned out to be a golden crown, giving us the final clue to the man's identity. He, who stood proudly, was Yami, young pharaoh in training. The training would be finalized after he returned from his vision journey and he would inherit his Egyptian name and the throne from his father. Gazing deep into the horizon, searching for a sign of familiar markings, he trekked on.

His steps were purposeful and determined, his eyes searing with strength. For many miles this remained true, unfaltering in his wanderings, however with all human limits he reached his. Physically, he could go no further, the sun burned into his neck, and all his eyes could see were layers of sand covered dunes. Still, he strived on, seeking either a place to rest, or for the day to end. Pulling all his will he struggled on many miles more, moving on pure adrenaline, but his body succumbed to the extremes of mother nature. As his body collapsed, and his eyes slid down he caught a figure bending over him. His last sight was of blazing sapphires.

The figure was a woman, wearing similar clothes to the young pharaoh, but her's had an unusual feel to them, almost other worldly. She wore gold pleated sandals, which paled in comparison to the locks of the female. Long and luscious they fell from two spheres on her head, melted gold, with molten silver mixed in. Perhaps, the most striking feature was her bright gems of sapphires with chips of silver deep within.

The woman cast a gaze to the sky, as if holding a conversation with it, receiving whatever she was waiting for she drew her arms up and to a point. Spreading her index fingers apart she pointed to vast expansion of desert and sand. Slowly the sand shifted almost as if shoved away from the position she pointed to. Curling her index fingers in, the sand followed the example curling inward. She thrust her flat thumbs upward, and trees shot from the sand reaching tall. Finally she opened her clasped hands like a book and a large, crystal clear, watery lake bubbled through the sand, filling the rut that had been shaped from the withdrawing sand.

Smiling satisfied in her achievements she dragged the fallen youth to the oasis. Laying him by the sandbar of the lake, she reached into the water, cupping her hands and watching as they filled with water. Satisfied with her find, she place the water back into the lake and turned to the youth. Tilting his head slightly, she used her wet finger to gently pry open his closed lips. Dipping her fingers into the lake, she ran them over his lips and eyelids hopping to revive him, so he could drink. She did this for several minutes, his lips now moistened enough that a few drops fell in his cracked mouth. He coughed and moaned in distress, hearing this she changed her position so she could help sit up when he wanted to. Yami's tired eyes opened to the pensive female, he observed as she slid an arm under his broad shoulders and lifted him bracing him against her knee.

Untying his flask from his side, she tipped it gently to his lips urging him to drink. Yami took the required two sips of the flask as designated by his teacher. He saw the female frown and offered him more. Yami shook his head, he had to preserve his water consumption. The female grounded her teeth a bit, and duck one hand in the oasis behind her. She flung the cupped water at him, and he blinked shock. Understanding dawned on him, and he raised his hands to take the flask from her and drink deeply. They observed each other as Yami recuperated from his exhaustion. Feeling his throat un tighten and become moisten he stopped drinking. Yami saw the female frowned again and he held one hand regally.

"I am fine now, I am Yami, thank you for your care." Yami informed the female. He watched as she smiled at him and nodded to him.

"Hello, my name is Usagi, Father Hapy, Mother Hathor, and Aunty Isis sent me here." The female, now identified as Usagi told Yami. Yami blinked and then glared at Usagi. Usagi reared back in shock wondering at the sudden hostility. "What is it?" Usagi asked him.

"You take the deities of Egypt as your own, how dare you." Yami scorned the confused Usagi, blinked at him before sorting out what exactly was wrong.

"Atemu, the gods sent me down here to help you, you will be a great king." Usagi explained. Yami, picked up on the addressing of his secret name until he became pharaoh.

"How do you know that name?" Yami asked.

"I just told you, if you don't believe me then sleep and listen to the words of the supremes that surround you." Usagi explained. Yami nodded slightly cautious, but walked over to a shaded spot and lay down. Minutes later, his conscious joined with the realm of sleep. Usagi, knew not what Yami would dream, but she hope it would help him rule. She mused over the strange things mortals due to prove they are the rightful ruler. Wasn't it enough that the gods and goddess designated them to be born to their position.

Then, that strange thing, mummification, body's wrapped in rags. She giggled silently, thinking about how Anubis hated that, he had to retrieve the soul from the body, and hunt down all the organs hidden in ivory jars all over the tomb. Anubis would always guess at what the human look like before mummification, if the body was decomposed it would return to the soil, giving him a clear picture of the person. They never resembled who they were in real life, because they never returned to the soil. The strange dances and prayers as Amon pushed the sun up, so early for that noise, several gods and goddess like sleeping in. Throth, especially since he was the moon god, and the changing of names as the mortals passed a certain age. It drove Throth crazy, he had to scribe down all the names and be able to match the person who passed over to their name, so they can be evaluated.

Usagi sighed and shook her head, flicking a glance over the sleeping Yami. Usagi thought this was probably one of the strange practices mortals did, forcing them to their limits to receive a vision from the gods. Mother Hathor would cry out every time, she loved all of the mortals and as the animal she was tied, the cow, she was fiercely loyal to her children. Usagi ran a hand through the lake, watching the ripples, most of the time the visions were hallucinations. All they had to do, if they wanted to hear us, was to open their mind and listen.

"Well, then, I think I will take a swim." Usagi said. Glancing once at the sleeping one, she stripped and slid into the water. Not disturbing the top layer of the water, it was if she became part of the water. Losing track of time she enjoyed the roll of the water over her body. During this time, Yami had awoken with from his dreams of the gods, catching no sight of the truth speaking female he stood up. Walking closer to the shore bank, his eyes caught on something white. Leaning closer, he noticed it was the clothes of Usagi, and worried he glanced around. His orbs caught movement in the water, training his focus, he immediately turned away from the lake.

Truth was he saw nothing , but the curve of her shoulders and the arch of her back. Usagi, thrilled with her little swim, threw a look at the shore observing Yami standing with his back to her. A devilish smile over her normally sweet countenance and she swam quietly behind him. Her hands slithered up the shore bank and tugged the embarrassed young pharaoh into the lake. Yami gasped as he fell back into the water, keeping his eyes tightly closed. Most of the gods and goddess minded not their state of dress, those closely serving in their temples were the same. Usagi eyes widen as she saw the pharaoh fall into the lake, but with his eyes close did not know where the break of the water was. She dived quickly down and grabbed him bringing him to the surface.

Yami coughed a few times regaining his breath and cracked his eyes seeing Usagi's face in front of him, he shut them again. Usagi sighed, dashed up the sand bar and slipped on her robes. Then she joined the water again, swimming closely to Yami. Splashing him in his face forcing him to open his eyes. Yami caught the end of a white cloth and followed it to Usagi's covered body, though it was almost pointless. Seeing that being pertinent around the young goddess would be pointless. He allowed his eyes to travel, catching the sway of her hair, and the unadulterated joy in her eyes.

"You know, you look delicious like that." Usagi told him. As she caught his eyes with hers, his tonic stuck to his toned upper body. Yami, raise an eyebrow at the seemingly innocent Usagi. Giving her his game king smirk, he swam closer to her.

"Do you even realized what you just said?" Yami inquired his face close to hers.

"Yes, I do know, and I'll repeat it if you didn't hear me straight." Usagi said, tilting her head gently to the side. Yami's smirk turned predatory snaking his hands through the water and wrapped them around Usagi's waist. He brought her flushed against him, his taller form giving him a head over her.

"Be careful what you say, rabbit." Yami warned as his head was tilted to Usagi's ear, blowing on it slightly.

"I always say what I mean, dark god." Usagi clipped, leaning her head to his shoulder, she nipped it and slid out of his embrace. Yami watched as she dived down from his area of grasp. Accepting this as a challenge he chased after her. Catching her as they broke surface, he placed his hands around her waist again, but tighten so she couldn't wiggled out of his grasp. Usagi smirked up at him, her hands splayed against his chest, sending shivers of warmth through the both of them.

Their play was cut off by a wind blowing through and they both shivered. Usagi smiled at the sky before pulling the pharaoh with her onto the sand bank. She raised a hand at an area of sand and snapped her fingers, a large bonfire sprung up. Rushing toward it, she was caught up in a embrace, her back falling against a hard chest. Usagi pouted at him, but it didn't last as Yami picked her up and carried her near the fire. They laid together sharing body heat as the fire dried their clothes. Their hands were twined and their fingers danced. Yami was hit with a hurtful inclination.

"You will have to return, won't you." Yami asked his companion. Usagi smiled softly her expression hidden.

"No, I am staying here with you." Usagi said. Yami, smirked at her and drew her closer, their clothes had dried. He nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck. Usagi giggled at the feeling of his nuzzling, when she felt his tongue on her neck. She leaned her head away from his tongue giving him more access. Yami smirked against her skin, and nipped it slightly. Usagi shuddered in his arms, alerting the pharaoh to her sensitive spot. Keeping his arms tight around her he pulled them both into a sitting position. Locking her against his side, he returned to his ministrations on her throat. Enjoying the power of the nymph in his arms, he felt her head turned slightly. He felt a gentle nip at his earlobe, and Yami picked his head up.

He leaned his head close to hers, his eyes tearing into her soul. Usagi smiled at him, doing the same to him, leaned her head pass his and placed a kiss on his cheek. Yami growled at her, and brought her head against his. Their foreheads touching, he ran a thumb along her lips, observing as her eyes cloud over. Smirking, he arched his head over hers, tilting hers so she face him. "Mine now rabbit." Yami sensual voice whispered as he sealed their lips together. Usagi, said nothing, not that she could, and returned his attentions full force.

The gods and goddess looked down or up depending where they were. Smiling fondly at their blonde, and approving at the new pharaoh that would be crowned when they returned. "Take care of each other." They all wished to the young couple, then they returned to their jobs.

Yami and Usagi parted, each panting slightly. Yami ran his fingers across her lips, watching as she nipped at them. "Forever, dark god." Usagi told him, Yami smirked at her bringing her back to his lips. Sharing their affections, quite effectively, tightening their hold on one another. They fell back to the sand, Usagi's back flat against the sand, Yami on one elbow, the other arm wrapped possessively around her waist. While the oasis's sung with life, and the fire burned brightly.

Yami's chapter as promised, I see a few glares from some hard core fans of Yami. What is it, 'she goes back over the story,' oh I see, well your imagination can do its own work. Do you guys want Bakura's (not Ryou), or Maric's chapter next? Oh, the term dark god comes from both of Yami's names. Yami equals dark which I am sure most of you knew, and Atemu translates to great god Aunn.

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Happy Thanksgiving Everyone, It is so cool, where we live we are going to have a white thanksgiving. It is snowing right now! WolfchildBlazer.