1"Ankh Of Despair"
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-reads Nachzes-Black Rider's review. . . eyes gloss over with tears- My writing isn't good anymore? Yes. . . I saw that it was going downhill. This story sucks, I know and I'm sorry. -Grins- But I have so many fans! -hands pervy Seto plushies to all of her fans- I love you all in a sisterly way!!!!!
ANSWER: Also, someone had asked how Seto could talk to his father if he was dead. You see, Akunadin is Seto's father (this is in Ancient Egypt, by the way). Akunadin had gone off to fight in Kuru Eluna and create the Millennium Items. Akunadin received the Millennium Eye, and when he returned, Seto was afraid of him and thought he was a monster. Akunadin told everyone to tell Seto that he had died in Kuru Eluna, therefore Seto believes his father is dead when in truth he sees his father every day.
DISCLAIMER: Woah! Huge surprise here! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! -dramatic gasp-
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Seto leaned over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror, as though he were looking for some sort of opening in his eyes to his soul. He grunted in frustration, drooping his head and clenching his eyes shut, relaxing at first, but tensing as the door creaked open.
"What's wrong, my wittle pwiest?" The drunken thief wobbled in, and Seto wondered if he would collapse soon.
"How much did you have to drink?" The brunette looked into the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with Yami Bakura's reflection. His mind flooded with numbers, mere guesses as to how large his bill was going to be.
"Oh, not much, love. . . only a glass. . . or two. . . or ten."
"Ten?!?!"
"Ten what?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously lost as to what they were discussing.
Seto rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand drunks. They were perverted, unintelligent slobs who obviously had nothing better to do than drink their lives away. It was quite clearly a mistake to allow the psychotic tomb robber to even hold a glass of alcohol.
"Just go away Bakura." He looked back down into the sink, as if it might turn color or change shape. "I'm not in the mood for your stupidity right now." He turned the knob on the faucet, but was slightly angered to find that no water emerged. Being that this was the only sink in the room - Seto noted that this arcade wasn't as nicely funded as he had first thought it to be - he crouched down and fumbled with the knob on the pipe under it. He paid no mind as the door creaked again.
"No, no, Seto. . . I can't leave yet. I want me some ass!"
Attempting to stand in shock, Seto knocked his head rather forcefully onto the bottom of the sink, causing him to fall back to his knees and clutch at his head, nearly moaning from the pain.
The thief had begun to approach his prey, but wailed like an upset baby when his arm was grasped firmly.
"Yami! What in the world is wrong with you?" Bakura furrowed his eyebrows in an attempt to look angry. . . or, to go a bit far, intimidating. "I heard what you said to him! You are disgusting! It was funny earlier but you're just going way too far with this!" He stopped suddenly and sniffed the air. "Are you drunk? My goodness!"
Yami Bakura, who didn't seem to even realize that someone was talking to him, simply shuffled out of the room, soon followed by his white-haired ancestor, who continued to bicker at him about one thing or another.
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Bakura sat his deranged, drunken yami into one off the empty booths and grabbed the former Pharaoh by the arm, leaning his lips close to the others' ear "Kaiba is in there. He hit his head on the sink. Perhaps you should go an help him." He chuckled as his whispered the last bit and leaned away from Yami, winking and then turning to yell at his yami for being a drunken mess.
He hit his head on the sink? How in the world could he have done that? Is he unconscious? Will he get mad if I try to help him? Numerous questions bounded through his head, each one more pessimistic than the last, until he finally reached the men's restroom and placed his hand on the handle, staring at the door as though it would turn into some monster and devour him whole. At least that would save him of the trouble and worry of confronting his former lover. Well, here we go. He pushed it open and poked his head in, expecting an angry Seto to be awaiting him.
The brunette was sitting in the corner of the room, a hand clutching the right side of his head and muttering some unknown words under his breath. He hadn't noticed the door opening and closing this time, nor did he seem to notice the soft sound of the former Pharaoh's footsteps advancing towards him.
"Seto?"
"GAHH!!!" Seto nearly jumped to his feet, but when his eyes caught a black, yellow, and magenta blur, he quickly calmed down and shut his eyes, tending to the new pain that had erupted in his head.
"Sorry Seto! I didn't mean to-"
"What did you call me?" This question stopped Yami Yugi in his tracks, a puzzled expression crawling onto his face.
"What do you mean?"
"You called me Seto."
"Yes, and?" He mentally slapped himself. Of course the brunette would question this! Yugi and the others always called him Kaiba, not Seto!
"You never call me by my first name." Blue eyes narrowed.
"Well. . ." He thought for a moment, "Perhaps we should be on a first name basis. I'd like to get to know you a bit better Seto. I'm sure that there is an awesome guy hiding behind those sapphire eyes."
The brunette arched a brow at the use of sapphire rather than just blue, but decided to ignore it and attempt to stand, still holding his head. Yami had stepped over to help him, but the former priest casually waved his hand, standing up successfully on his own. The pharaoh made a mental note on how the eldest Kaiba liked to prove that he didn't need anyone to help him doing anything. It was a sign of strength, he assumed.
"Anyways, tell your little friends that we're leaving. This whole trip has been hell." He began to head towards the door in fast-paced strides, but was grabbed by the arm. He turned to bring his eyes in contact with those of the former pharaoh's.
"Seto, I really would like you to be one of my friends. Could you come over to the game shop tomorrow afternoon?" His ruby eyes were pleading as their peered into Seto's cold sapphires. He waited for an answer, but was not to receive one, as Seto was, once again, lost in a memory of his ancient past. . .
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"Seto? Have you ever thought about your next life? How things may change?" The Pharaoh lay on his bed horizontally, his legs swinging off the edge.
"Yes Yami, I have often thought of it."
The young Pharaoh rolled onto his stomach and peered into the eyes of his lover, "What if you do forget all about me and I forget about you in our next life? What if we lose this love the moment that we die?" His eyes clouded over with sadness and frustration.
The tall priest sat on the edge of his cousins bed, stroking the smaller boys face lovingly, "My love, even if I were to forget you for some time, I would surely recall it when I looked into those ruby eyes, and you would surely recall our love when you looked into my own eyes. A love this strong could not be forgotten, even with the weight of many millennia couldn't crush something so strong." He leaned down and placed a kiss on Yami's soft lips. . .
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"Seto? Seto???" The Pharaoh's spirit waved a curious hand in front of Seto Kaiba's face.
"Huh? Wha?" The brunette snapped back into the present time and looked back down at Yami Yugi, this time careful not to make eye contact, "Uh, yeah, sure, whatever." Once his arm had been released, he rushed out of the room, not yet realizing what he had just agreed to.
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The table had been left just as it was before Seto had gone to the bathroom. There were only 3 empty glasses, leaving Seto to assume that the thief had only three rounds of alcohol. A small, white bill was set on the table, a corner of it under a glass to keep it from being blown away. His slid it out and held it up to take a look at how big of a dent would be left in his wallet.
"Pfeh, that's pocket change." He pulled out his wallet and carried the bill up to the front desk.
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"Alright you guys, Seto says it's time to go." Yami had left the restroom soon after his former lover, and was now delivering his message to his group of friends.
Mokuba giggled, "So you're callin' him Seto now, huh?" He smirked mischieviously, "Just keep all the lovey-dovey stuff behind closed doors, okay?"
A light pink tinge came to Yami Yugi's cheeks but he lowered his head so that the others couldn't see his face.
Seto came over to the group, only taking a second to glance at the former Pharaoh of Egypt, "The bill has been paid. Let's get going. It's already dark, and if I get mugged it's going to be you're asses!"
At this precise moment, Yami Bakura purred loudly and winked at Seto, who rolled his eyes at the drunken thief.
And thus began their journey home. . .
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When I wrote that part about Seto hitting his head, I had a headache. . . on the right side of my head, so I think that it is pretty appropriate. Also, I wrote some stuff while listening to the Italian Yu-Gi-Oh theme! It is really cool! If you want it, just e-mail me and I'll try to send it. Anyways, I'm sorry that I'm not writing as good as I used to, but I'm still trying my best! I hope that you all continue reading and persuade others to read! My review goal for this story is 150 reviews! I'm estimating that this story will be between 20 and 25 chapters long. Help me reach that goal!
