White Flames –

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This story was only created to entertain fans, so please don't sue, sale or copy this story. Thank you.

Pairing: Yami/Tea

A/N: Many thanks for all the wonderful reviews. To be quite honest, I never expected so many reviews when I began writing White Flames. I thank you all for pushing me forward and giving me the strength to keep writing. I apology immensely for the extreme delay, but it was inevitable. So many things happened this year. I'm sorry for making this chapter long (and in my opinion a bit boring) but it is extremely necessary for this to happen to get to the good parts. Thank you again! If you feel like you have read this before, it's because I deleted chapter 2, rewrote some parts of it and reposted it .

Chapter 2: Sad Requiem

"…Wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark. Bit my blood to run. Before I come undone, save me from the nothing I've become…"

EvaneScence; Bring Me to Life.

She's remembering…

She almost regretted opening her eyes. Almost. The pain that rushed through her made her yelp in pain as a small tear escaped her beautiful azure eyes. She could faintly taste the tingling flavor of fresh blood on the corner of her full lips and wondered how on earth did she ever get hurt. Tea tried searching her mind for an answer, anything that could help her remember the current event, but her mind was a blank as that of a newly born. She tried to stand up, but her attempts proved futile as she noted that both legs and arms were chained to the dusty pavement. She wiggled a bit, but that only provoked her old wounds to reopen again, causing a wave on new pain to serge through her.

Tea cursed at her misfortune. Great, she was being held prisoner, tortured and who knows what else have the cowards done to her while she was being unconscious for a reason unknown to her. She gulped nervously at the thought of those cowards using her while she was out cold. They couldn't possibly have…but then…why did her body hurt like so?

No.

It was a lie. She shook her head simultaneously trying as best as she could to clear her head from the disturbing images of her perpetrator. But still, it was so hard not to believe that the horrible had happened. For one, her body hurt. She felt like she had been stabbed by thousands of sharp knives. Besides, she was wearing a dress she knew did not belong to her. It was white and silky with golden adornments around the neck and the hem of the skirt. The dress itself was simple, but somehow delicate, with the almost transparent cloth revealing a bit more that she desired. She shivered and closed her eyes, hoping somehow that this was nothing but a nightmare. She wished that once she opened her eyes, she could go back to reality. Back to…what? She couldn't even remember where she was before all of this happened. She didn't even remember how it all happened. Could she have been drugged?

…Impossible…

She opened her eyes ever so lightly as if she was afraid of what she would find once she open them. To her disappointed however, she found herself back in that torture chamber like she has began to know it as. Tea snorted loudly as she wrinkled her nose like she usually did when she was being scolded. Somehow things like this always tended to happen to her. It was perhaps some sort of curse. She wondered how the heck she going to get out of this place, for moving was probably not her best option.

Sighing desperately, Tea looked around her surroundings. There must be something around the place that could hint escape. There was no way that she was going to stay here and find out whom was responsible for this. Kami only knew what other atrocious things they could do to her. Tea furrowed her eyebrows delicately as she noticed some sort of ancient writings on the walls - the writings that she has come so accustomed to reading and decipher that she has began to know it as a second language. It was the ancient language of the Egyptians. She narrowed her eyes a bit, trying to translate what was being said. However, she couldn't read much of it since she had no glasses on, but from what she read, she hypothesized that it was probably some kind of instruction for what seemed to be a ritual. What kind of ritual, she wondered. She just hoped that it didn't involve any sacrifices, for she had a hunch that she was a part of it.

…She's recalling the past…

She laughed bitterly then. Someone must definitely be playing some cruel joke on her. To tried and reincarnate a ritual from the past and use her as some sort of sacrifice was something stupid and somewhat, childish. Now she really wanted to know who the hell was behind it all to give him or her a piece of her mind. Whoever was responsible for this was definitely going to pay dearly for ridiculing and harming her. She just had to find a way to get out of her current binding –

"You can tried whatever you like, dear, but I don't think it'll help you any," came the deep, unfamiliar voice. She looked to her right to see a man well over his 6 feet. His golden hair reached his lower back and was neatly tied into a low ponytail. His eyes, green as emeralds, shined in the otherwise dimmed room. He was truly beautiful, Tea noted. However if he was here, that meant he had something to do with her current state and that alone blurred his beauty.

"Where am I? What kind of joke are you playing?" she questioned him. He raised a delicate eyebrow and cracked the most senile smirk Tea had ever seen.

"Joke, you say? Do you know in what position you are, Teana?" Teana? What the hell is this nutcase saying? According to her knowledge, Teana was a peasant Egyptian slave said to have been in love with King Yami and vice-versa. She didn't even look like the dammed Teana; even though no kind of records showed exactly how she might have looked back then. Everything related to Teana were obscure and mysterious, as if somebody was trying to hide any evidences that she had ever existed. If it wouldn't be for some writings found while searching for King Yami's tomb, then neither Tea nor the world would have known of her existence.

"You're crazy, you know that? I'm not your so called 'Teana' now release me"

"You don't order me around, and you can't fool me. You are indeed Teana. No one but you owns that precious, golden crucifix necklace you are currently wearing but King Yami's lover."

Necklace? Now he totally lost it, she wasn't wearing any –

Kami help her.

She was wearing that necklace. How the hell did she miss it before? She didn't remember wearing that necklace earlier at all. Now things really started to freak her out.

"What the hell is going on? How the hell did you put this on my neck, through some sort of black magic? Why am I wearing this ridiculous dress and what kind of sick game are you really playing? I'm not Teana! I'm Tea Gardiner, a scientist from Japan and I have come here to excavate the tomb of Kind Yami now if you – "

"The tomb of King Yami?

"Yeah, the tomb of King Yami. Now if you please – "

The sound of hysterical laughing caused Tea to pause and arch an eyebrow. She wondered what on earth did she say to cause this man to laugh so hardly. One thing was for sure; he was extremely getting on her nerves. "What's so funny, idiot?"

"Pardon me; did you just say the tomb of King Yami?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"As much as I would like it myself, he is alive and well. Imprisoned by me, yes, but not dead."

…You mean her past life? …

Tea blinked, and blinked again. She thought that she heard wrong, but perhaps it's just the maniac weaving more lies to confuse her. However, she was not going to fall into his trap. Hasn't she, Tea Gardiner uncovered the tomb of Kim Yami herself? Hasn't she seen his mummified wrapped body? What kind of a fool does he take her for?

"You lie. I uncovered his tomb last night. I saw his body. How dare you tell me that he is still alive?" she threw her head back and laughed bitterly, "I know what this is about. You are probably one of those archeologists in the hunt for glory and fame who so desperately try to get his hands of King Yami's tomb. How else would you know about the ancient writings and sacrificial ceremonies? But guess what? You are too late."

He cocked his head slightly to his right, as in trying to figure out what kind of language his prisoner spoke. He understood her perfectly, yet at the same time, he didn't. Who or what were archeologists, he did not know nor cared. He certainly didn't understand why she had called their language ancient and for what he was late for. For all he knew, the woman was probably loosing her head. And reasons she had aplenty.

"Listen, woman. I'm in no mood for your nonsense. If you want to believe that your lover is dead, then so be it but just shut up and let me start this dammed ceremony. After all, if you believe that your precious king is dead than rejoice for you will accompany him to the afterlife quite shortly!"

…Doesn't matter. History will repeat itself…

The man's eyes narrowed as his lips turning up slightly upwards. He turned around, now completely facing the wall, and began to read aloud its scripture. In matters of seconds, the lights given by several candles surrounding Tea deemed. The inside of the chamber turned into ugly shades of gray as if a storm was being brewed inside. Thunder stroke the pavement – each more vicious than the one before it. Tea's eyes widened as the earth beneath her began to crush – the strong winds causing broken concrete to go flying madly, like the center eye of the worst of twisters. As he finished his last recitals, the man's once emerald eyes turned completely white, and from Tea's point-of-view, his pupils were completely gone. His once golden hair turned into a crimson red as his clothes shattered. His body transformed from that of human to the most horrendous, terrifying beast Tea had ever seen before. But then again, how many beasts had she actually seen?

…History can't repeat itself…

Azure eyes closed, Tea shook in fear. Never in her wildest nightmares had such a creature petrified her like so. Tea was never been the type to let emotions control rationality, but there was always an exception to everything – this being it. She wished she could have her friends here to help, for she surely tasted the bittersweet taste of death. It welcomed her with open arms – open frigid arms – and invited her to give in to her shadows. She was tempted. Every time she saw the demon's eyes it remained her of the paintings she had seen of Osiris, the God of the dead. She would gladly accept a quick death and be done with it than to suffer for all eternity.

A tear slowly made its way down Tea's rosy cheeks. How could this have happened? She was foolish for not listening to her friends, for they were right when they warned her not to tamper with the King's tomb. But why should she listen when she had what she worked so hard to achieve at the reach of her hands? Her vision blurred as the pain that resided with her began to slowly evaporate. Funny how dying felt just like a dream – silent and peaceful. She regretted not telling her friends how much she loved them, but most of all she regretted never finding out was it was truly like to love and be loved in returned. Before everything went to black, Tea had the distinct feeling that someone was calling her name…or was it Teana's name?

…Why not? …

Tea awoke with a start, her skin and sheets wet as her forehead dripped with sweat. Her breathing was shallow and she placed her petite hand on her heart to control it from its fast beating. Thank Kami that everything was a nightmare. Somehow to her, it felt real – way too real. She shivered as some of the memories flooded back, but she pushed it all away. She looked out the tent and noticed the beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow that was just peeking over the horizon.

She smiled lightly, knowing that it being a new morning signified a busy day of work and no more remembering of the night's horrendous nightmare. She would however have to keep this to herself. She doubted Joey and Tristen would be please to hear about her story. Oh, well. Casting a yawn, Tea placed her delicate hand to her neck – and noticed something that was not there before. Looking down, her eyes went wide and a small gasp escaped her lips. It couldn't be?!

The necklace!

How in Kami's name did that ever get there? Wasn't that just a bad dream?

Wait a second…when did I ever manage to get on my bed?

Last time she remembered, she felt asleep on the chair near the mummy. Tea panicked as she raced to the coffin. Please let him be there, please let him be there, she prayed. Unfortunately, the sight that met Tea was not the one she hoped for -

The coffin was empty.

…Because we will be doomed…

AN: Hi everyone again, and thank you for being so patient with me. I hope that I didn't disappoint you with this chapter, but it had to be done in order for the story to go on (sorry). Thanks for the many reviews. I hope you keep being patient and give me your support. I hunger for it, lol.

Until later,

Fire Mistress