I am a terrible, terrible person…I'm sooooo sorry! "updating" must not be in my vocabulary. But in my defense, I TRIED to update a few cough-days-cough ago. But wouldn't let me log in! I swear! cries profusely

WARNING: This chapter is nothing but FLUFF. I finally get around to writing and I have writers block. But don't worry, I promise the next chapter will have more action and hopefully be longer.

One last note: I thought I received a review saying how Yami's Egyptian name is Atem(u). I'm sure it wasn't a flame, it is a valid point to bring up that I don't use it, but I have to say that I've know that name fact for a very long time. However, I've just grown fond of the name "Yami", even if it isn't actually used in the Japanese version. But come on, who wants to type "Mou hitori no boku" everytime Yugi is referring to Yami! LOL. Also, the history buff in me screams/laughs everytime I here Yami being called Atem. Atem (or Atum…read both ways) was like the first Egyptian god and father to all gods and pharaohs. Sure, you can find some connections in the series and say that the name fits him, but come on…that's like someone naming their child "God".

Yami stood silently at the end of a long hall. He stared out at the landscape, his thoughts as many as the grains of sand around him.

A weary servant approached him, bowing completely and awaiting the Pharaoh to give permission to talk. Nodding, the servant spoke up, "Still no sign of the Captain of the Guards, My God King."

"And of Seto?"

The servant shook his head negatively, "My apologizes My Lord." Sighing, Yami waved the servant away.

Three days have passed since he returned with Anzu. Most believed Jouno to be dead, either killed by the enemy or another victim of the harsh desert. Many were also beginning to believe that Seto had given up his delusional dreams of taking over Egypt. Yami however believed, no, he knew otherwise.

'Jouno's too stubborn to be killed that easily, by man or desert,' Yami thought as he watched the night sky. 'And as for Seto, he's out there and he's returning. The only question is when?'

Closing his eyes, deep in concentration, the words of the former Pharaoh, of Yami's father, echoed through his head, "The lioness is most silent before she strikes."

A long sigh escaped his lips and Yami began to register just how tired he was. He came to his room, but stopped. His thoughts were dreary, his heart torn. He sought comfort.

Turning back down the hall, he approached a door. Quietly opening it, he stepped inside and shut it behind him. Walking in, he stood beside a bed and watched the rise and fall of her chest.

'Of course she's asleep,' he laughed at himself. He planned on just turning around and leaving then and there, but found he couldn't. Just watching her eased his soul. Since they were children, she had always been the one he'd go to when he had a problem. She may not have always had the answers, but she was always willing to listen and offer comfort and encouragement.

His sweet Anzu.

Approaching her bed, he brushed a few stray hairs from her face and leaned down to lightly kiss her lips. She smiled unconsciously. This made him even happier. Her eyes slowly began to flutter open.

"Yami?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." He leaned down and kissed her again.

"Wait," she called out. He turned at looked back at her. "I've known you long enough to know when something's bothering you. You came here to talk, didn't you?"

He smiled softly, "Yes, but you're sleeping. We'll talk in the morning, my love."

She shook her head no and scooted over, making room for him in her bed. "Lay down with me. This way we can both relax and you can still talk with me."

Sighing in mock dismay, he lifted the covers and climbed in next to her. He wrapped his arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. Both were content to just fall asleep like that, but Anzu wanted to hear what was bothering him.

"Well?" she asked sleepily, fighting to stay awake.

"It's just tiring. Being on constant alert…waiting for the lioness to strike."

I can't help but laugh everytime I say "lioness" and know that I'm referring to Seto.

Anywhos...bangs head on desk I.Need.A.Plot!...ok, so I'm not "that" lost, yet. I'm just streaching things a bit, espically time-wise.

Well, if anyone out there is still reading this, or to any new people who stumble across this, I thank you and apoligize ahead of time about my updating problem...I'm seeking medical treament for it as we speak.