1"Ankh Of Despair"
Yes, I decided to make the starting chapter of the next part of Ankh Of Despair just to see how many people actually like the idea of this coming into present times. Enjoy chapter eight.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I own the plot of this story.
NOTES: /typing/ = hikari to yami and typing= yami to hikari. Thoughts and memories are in italics. I think that you can figure out the rest. This applies to the rest of the story (if there is more).
The Muto's sat around their small, round dinner table, gobbling up eggs, toast, bacon. . . things of that sort. Yugi and his grandfather excitedly discussed new games that were coming out soon. Yami, however, didn't join in on this conversation. Instead, the former Pharaoh picked at his food, not feeling much like eating.
It had been strange living like a mortal. Yami was used to being a spirit. Somehow, the Millennium spirits from the Puzzle and Ring were freed so that they no longer used their hikaris as hosts.
After a few moments of chatter, an odd silence fell over the three of them and two pairs of violet eyes stared curiously at Yami. Yugi's ancient ancestor took no notice of this for he was lost in his thoughts, absentmindedly mixing up all of the food on his plate.
Yugi blinked his large, violet eyes multiple times, his confusion clearly written on his features, "Would you like to share what's on your mind Yami?"
The former Pharaoh appeared to snap back to reality when the young boy voiced his name, "What? Oh. . . I'm not thinking of anything in particular. I was thinking about nothing actually." He lied, flashing a fake smile to secure his false words.
Yugi arched a thin eyebrow, not buying the answer from his darker half, "Wow. You sure do seem to concentrate on 'nothing' a lot." The hikari's eyes showed worry, "You've been acting like this all morning! Whatever it is that it bothering you certainly isn't nothing." He placed a loving hand on Yami's shoulder, "I really wish you would tell me what's wrong." Removing his hand, Yugi picked up his empty plate and headed for the sink, his grandfather doing the same.
Yami was left alone to his thoughts. . . for awhile at least. He knew that Yugi wasn't going to just let it go. The hikari could always sense when something was wrong and the moment that the issue was explained to him, he would try to solve it, stopping only after the job was done. It was nice to know that the young boy cared so much, but he was somewhat 'over helpful'.
/Yami, I hope that you know I'm going to keep asking you what's wrong./ Yugi broke his darker-half's thoughts by speaking to him through their mind link.
Yes, yes. . . I know.The former Pharaoh chuckled lightly to himself at little Yugi's persistence. He had actually been expecting the little one to talk to him secretly at any moment. Turning around, he could see the younger boys eyes in a daze due to the fact that he was lost in his own mind, waiting for his yami to speak again.
Instead, Yami stood, pushing his chair under the table and heading towards the stairs.
/Yami, wait for me in my room. I need to talk to you about something. . . It's something about me, I promise./ Yugi had added the last bit to ensure that his Yami wouldn't avoid him in fear that he would be pestered for some answers.
The taller Yugi stepped inside, taking a seat on the bed that rested against the far wall. He looked about the room, taking in the duel monsters posters. Most of them were advertisements for tournaments. Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix. . . all in which they fought rigorous battles. He caught himself staring at the Battle City poster.
Upon it was Seto Kaiba himself holding the Obelisk card high above his head, white coat flared out, his hair rustled about his head as though the wind were blowing strongly when the photo were taken. A holographic picture of Obelisk loomed in the background, the words Battle City overlapping it at the top. Small writing at the bottom stated requirements as well as rules and regulations.
It wasn't the sun reflecting off of the foil background or the large, white print at the very top that had caught his eye. It was Seto Kaiba. He seemed to be everywhere Yugi and his friends went.
In Duelist Kingdom, they ran into him multiple times and Yami dueled him atop Pegasus' castle for the fate of Grandpa and Mokuba. Seto cheated his way to victory, something that Yami would have never thought the boy would do. He mused at how much Seto Kaiba really loved his little brother. In the castle, after the elder Kaiba had lost, a sharp pain had surged through the hearts of both Yami and Yugi, something that was, once again, unexpected. The battle turned into not only a fight for his grandfather's soul, but for the souls of Seto and Mokuba as well.
Then it was on to Battle City. Not much action between himself and Seto this time. Only a duel at the very end. He had saved Tea during the duel between little Yugi and Joey though. At the end, when Seto had gone missing and the others escaped in the helicopter, Yami recalled how hard it was to hold back the tears he held as the tower erupted in flames.
During the Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix, they dueled with one of Seto's rival's little brother. There wasn't much special about it, except that Seto was probably rooting the duel king on towards victory against the little boy.
Yami smiled. He loved the memories, they came to him often in dreams.
Dreams.
Last night, he had dreamed of something that had no explanation. It were five millennia ago in Egypt and he were Pharaoh and Seto was a priest. . . a very young and handsome priest at that. He had a crush on the boy, though he were his cousin. . . 'Could this be a memory from my past?'
The door shut, snapping him out of his thoughts. Little Yugi made sure that the door was locked before taking a seat beside his ancient ancestor.
"Yami?" His big, purple eyes looked into the wise eyes of the former spirit, "I had this really weird dream last night."
Yami's heart beat slightly faster, partially stunned that they had both been getting strange dreams, 'perhaps there is something wrong with the air in this house. . . '
"It was about you and Kaiba."
"What?" His heart nearly skipped a beat. He and Kaiba? Could Yugi have had the same dream? No, no. . . that was impossible.
"It was back in ancient Egypt or something and you were the pharaoh and I think that Kaiba was a priest. . . your cousin even! But you didn't care, you ha-"
"Had a crush on him. . . in love with him even and Bakura kidnaped him and I had to rescue him along with the other priests. . ." His voice was a hushed whisper, his hikari's jaw edging open with each new word.
Yugi looked down at his hands, which he commenced in twisting up in the bed sheets, "We had the same dream. . . is that even possible?" His eyes drifted back up to the face of the Pharaoh.
"Well, when you think about everything else that has happened to us, I suppose that it is." His attempt at humor worked, seeing as it brought a smile to the lips of his distraught hikari, "I need you to promise me something Yugi."
"What's that?"
"Promise me that you won't speak of this to the others."
"I will if you tell me one thing."
"I'm almost afraid to know the question."
"Do you like Seto Kaiba?"
Yami turned away, looking out the window and pursing his lips, "As a friend? Yes. As a lover. . ." He sighed and his eyes met with Yugi's, "I don't know him well enough to answer that."
"So then there is a possibility?"
"I guess so, Yugi."
Yugi smiled ever-so-slightly and gave his Yami's hand a squeeze, "Well listen, I promised Joey and the others that we'd all hang out at the arcade today. You wanna come? It'll take your mind off of this. It'd do my own mind a favor to. I can't seem to get those images of him and Bakura out of my head."
"Seto and Bakura? Doing what?" Yami tilted his head in confusion. Yugi only blushed and innocently looked up at the ceiling. This turned the former Pharoah's cheeks a bright scarlet, "Oh, yes, that." He laughed nervously and cleared his throat, "I really think that we should be getting to that arcade now!"
Yugi smiled and nodded, pulling out some clothing. The disturbing images in his head were replaced with images of Yami in Seto's arms, the two bearing smiles and blushes. He secretly hoped that the two would find each other's love in this generation.
Okay, so that was that. Did you like it? I COULD continue on this, but I'm not sure yet because I do not know if anyone will read it. It would still be Yami/Seto with Seto as the uke (yay!). I hope that you all would like for me to continue this. Rate and review!
