NOTE: Hey! We're now at Part Two or Forgotten, Forbidden Love! Yeah! Okedoke, just a little side note, you might have noticed some strange words in my story like "flippin'" and whatnot. Yeah, I don't use cuss words, so you won't see any in here, unless you consider "crap" a cuss word. Anywho, more notes. In this part, we go back into Ancient Egypt (Yeah!). Yes, so the names ARE DIFFERENT. You will need to memorize them in order to know whom the heck I'm talking about. Some are really easy, like Yami and whatnot. We already know his name. Yes, but the others are not that difficult. All the names begin with the same letter as their present names. And, the names are pretty similar. But, I haven't made up ALL of the names. Some of them are already copyrighted, and I'll have the little © symbol next to them if they are. So, there'll be a chart of who's who and a description of what they do. Ready? Okay. Yeah, after that, begins the story!

Present: Past: Job:

Yugi/Yami: Yami ©: Pharaoh

Tea: Teana ©: Nubian Princess

Joey: Jono ©: Peasant Friend

Seto: (High)Priest Seto©: Training Mage/ High Priest

Ishizu: Isis ©: Nubian Princess

Marik: Malich: Pharaoh's Assistant/ Councilor

Mai: Miaa: Nubian Princess

Tristan: Trith: Pharaoh's Guard

Duke: Dustire: Pharaoh's Guard

Serenity: Sentis: Nubian Princess

Mokuba: Mokou: Seto's Assistant

Noa: Naoh: Seto's Assistant

Shadi: Shait: Guardian of Millennium Items (for Pharaoh)

Ryou/ Yami Bakura: Yamiryou: Thief/ Tomb Robber and Stealer of Souls

Now, with that done, we continue with the story…. After a short disclaimer…. ugh.

Disclaimer: Okay, above I told you that I don't own half the Egyptian names. Well if I don't own the names, then I obviously don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Logic people!

Part Two

Chapter 9: "Commoner" Going on Pharaoh

King Yami sat on his throne in the palace entrance hall and looked down at the dancing couples. These couples, of course, were royalty, coming from neighboring kingdoms to celebrate Yami's 18th birthday. His assistant, Malich stood beside him, with a goblet of wine at the ready. Malich never wanted to displease his lord and master.

"Any more wine, sire?" he inquired, looking over at his bored pharaoh.

"For the thousandth time, Malich, NO!" Yami replied angrily. Malich straightened back up, tensed.

Yami sighed, "Relax, Malich. This is supposed to be…oh what was it?"

"A pleasant day, my lord," Malich replied.

"Yes," Yami replied rubbing his temples, "Don't look so stressed." The king sighed again.

Malich set down the goblet of wine, "Why, whatever is the matter, my lord?"

"I DESPISE these "parties,"" he emphasized the word "despise".

"But King Yami, this party is held in your honor."

"My point exactly. I don't like being the center of attention. I prefer the festivals held down in the square on holidays," the exhausted king replied.

"Yes, I am well aware of that, sire, but for one whom enjoys those commoner gatherings so much, thy lord isn't always present at them," Malich smiled cunningly. For indeed, commoners were not allowed in the palace without appointments or special permission. As such, they held a festival in the Pharaoh's honor in the square.

Yami rounded on him, "Come off it, Malich. You are well aware that I am too there."

"As a commoner, yes, but as Pharaoh, hardly ever." Yami glared at him. Malich continued, "Sire, you do know that us servants, councilors and mages are only concerned for your welfare. Therefore, we do not appreciate this idea of you always going out in public dressed as a peasant. What would your parents say?"

"How should I know?" Yami slumped down in his seat, "They're dead."

"As such, my lord, you ought to respect their wishes. They would not have wanted this. We have certain traditions…."

"I KNOW THAT, MALICH!" Yami snapped back. Malich ceased speaking.

"I know that. But as Pharaoh, those traditions will end here and now. And by Ra, if I want them changed, they're going to be changed!" Yami replied vigorously. Then, he continued, now by giving orders, "Malich, fetch my black dye."

"King Yami, I beg you not…."

"FETCH IT, MALICH!"

"Indeed sire," and the servant ran off to get his king's black dye from the storage room.

Yami left the throne and went off to his bedroom chamber. On reaching there, he sat down on his bed and waited. Presently, Malich appeared.

He sighed, "Here you are, my king." Yami took the jar of dye and dipped his hand inside. Pulling out black dye, he applied it to the red outlined in his hair, and the blond spikes protruding upward. After he had finished this task, the outcome was his "commoner" disguise: spiked black hair, and some blond wild strands, angled off. He handed the jar back to Malich, whom produced another jar, this time with water, to wash the dye off Yami's hand.

Next, Yami went to his wardrobe. Here, he pulled out a set of less rich looked clothes from the back of his dresser. Signaling Malich to leave, he changed. When he emerged from his room, he was now Yamiyugi, the commoner. The last thing to do was to hand his crown and Millennium Puzzle over to his trustworthy servant. Malich took these gingerly and put them in a safe place, mainly with Shait, the guardian of the Millennium Items. During this visit, Yami, excuse me, Yamiyugi, snuck out of the palace and ran out towards the square. Nobody noticed his leave. Except one person.

When Malich returned, someone stepped out of the shadows, and grabbed Malich by the collar.

"What is the meaning…." Malich lost his voice when he saw whom was holding him. He reddened slightly, "Good day, Mage Seto, and a pleasant birthday as well, I hope." For indeed, Seto had the same birthday as Yami. Ironic?

"Skip the pleasantries. I'm looking for his highness," Seto said with a hint of disgust in his voice, when he said, "his highness."

"I'm afraid the Pharaoh isn't here right now," Malich replied.

"When shall he return?"

"I'm not sure."

"Pray tell where he ran off to…and on his birthday too."

"I'm not sure, sire…er…your mageness…or whatever they call you," Malich stuttered.

Seto glared at him, "Seto will do. Now, I believe you are lying to me," he held up his staff against the bottom of Malich's jaw, "I thought you were the ever faithful servant."

"He's…he's in the square."

"Hmm, how interesting," he let the servant down, "That, I suppose is where I am supposed to be soon…. Oh, yes. I was here to deliver a message."

"What, pray tell, would that be?" Malich said, dusting himself off.

"The Nubian Princesses are to be here shortly. They were seen on the outskirts of Egypt less than an hour ago," Seto replied.

"What? Already? But, the king…he's supposed to…they weren't…oh Ra, have mercy on me," Malich ran off in a frenzy, but he turned around slightly, just to say, "Thank you!"

As soon as the servant was out of sight, Seto spat in disgust, "I've been reduced to a messenger boy, after thirteen hard years under Heishin's schooling. What a great way to go." He began to leave the palace, uncovered by shadows. For him, this was a mistake. Mages were very popular and regarded as celebrities back then. Not only this, but the High Priest Seto was also a drop-dead gorgeous hottie, and any girl would give anything to have him as a boyfriend, or better yet, a husband. Thus, when he was seen, many of the unmarried women of royalty, flocked over to him and surrounded him. This delayed his presence at the square for a while, which was a very good thing for our Pharaoh.

Yami reached the square, and stopped running. The whole square was alive with music, dancing, laughter and mages performing rituals and magic. Yami could only chuckle mentally seeing at what his mages had been reduced to.

"Hey, Yug!" a voice cried out and shot through Yami's mind. Yami turned around to see his friend, Jono approaching and waving like a lunatic. Jono slowed when he reached Yami.

"Hey, Yug," he said, using his nickname for Yamiyugi, "I was wonderin' where ya were," he said talking with a strange accent, unusual for Egyptians. "Where weren't ya here on time?"

"I was…uh, delayed a bit," Yami replied. Jono was unaware that his friend was the Pharaoh that they were currently celebrating. Actually, Yami had made many friends and acquaintances as Yamiyugi in his city. Passing by, they each greeted him.

"Oh, okay. Well, at least ya made it. Oh, by the way, happy birthday!" Jono cried.

"Oh, thanks," Yami had told Jono early on as friends that this day was his birthday, made to look like a coincidence that both he and the Pharaoh had been born on the same day.

"Yeah, I still find it strange with you and the Pharaoh sharin' birthdays and all," Jono replied, "Makin' it that we can't formally celebrate yours." Yami thought about how wrong his friend was.

"C'mon then, let's go watch the mages," Jono gestured toward them.

Yami, used to having his own way, began to question him, "Must we? I've seen enough of them to last me a life time." Jono looked at him, surprised.

"What? Yug, mages only come out and perform only a few times a year. Nobody can get enough of them!"

Yami realized what he had just said, "Did I say that? I meant that, sure, we may go." A hand grabbed his shoulder. Jono's eyes widened in astonishment. Yami turned around.

"Sick of seeing mages, are we?" Seto said, smirking.

Yami knew that Seto was aware of his disguise, "I just said, I didn't mean that." Seto was his closest mage, for one reason or another….

"Yug, what's goin' on here?" Jono inquired, "This guy acts like he knows ya or something."

Seto smiled, loving mischief, "Maybe I do."

Yami glared at him, "By my command…."

"YOUR command?" Seto continued smiling. Now, some of the crowd was watching.

Jono raised an eyebrow, "Yug, what's goin' on? You've never acted like this before. Is somethin' wrong?"

Yami was tired of being pestered by now. He was also tired of his High Priest trying to expose him. All his anger from then and before back at the palace exploded.

"NO, JONO! NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME!" The crowd looked at each other uneasily, then turned to try and go back to their activities. Jono had had enough of his friend's current attitude.

He grabbed Yami by the collar and held him up, "Look Yamiyugi, I'm just tryin' ta help! Now you listen and you listen good!"

Seto interrupted, "I'll just leave you two alone. Oh, by the way, YamiYUGI…may I just call you Yami? Anyway, you may have another visitor soon enough. With that, Seto left to go join the mage act to which he was reduced to performing in.

"Yami? YAMI? That mage is toyin' with you, Yug!" he set down Yami in frustration, now with Seto, "Some of those guys, gees, are such jerks! Callin' you Yami, takin' the Pharaoh's name in vain? Callin' YOU, our YUG, YAMI?" Jono was very fed up right about now.

He felt very strong about the Pharaoh and was very loyal to him. He didn't like ANYBODY making fun of the Pharaoh's name. Sure, he had always thought that it was a very strange coincidence that his friend Yamiyugi had, not only the same birthday as the Pharaoh, but part of his name too? But, up until now, he had overlooked that fact.

Yami looked uneasy, "Jono, I really ought to tell you…."

Jono brushed off Yami's remark, "C'mon, let's forget that mage. Let's just go have some fun."

"Excuse me…excuse me…excuse me," a voice rang through the crowd. Some people were pushed aside slightly, making way for the newcomer. Yami's eyes widened. He knew that voice.

"Yes, Jono, you're right. Let's go have some fun," he grabbed his friend's arm and began pulling him away.

"Whoa! Hold on a sec, Yug! What's the rush?" Jono interrogated.

Suddenly, someone bumped headlong into Yami. They collided and were knocked backwards, Jono falling down with them.

Jono rubbed his head, then stood up, "Hey, what the big idea? Watch where you're goin'!" He walked over to the person they had bumped into. The stranger stood up. Jono gasped. He wore a shirt with the mark of the Pharaoh upon it. He was one of the Pharaoh's servants.

"Er…a thousand apologies, sir," Jono expressed regret for his harsh words.

"It's quite alright," Malich said, brushing himself off and hastily picking up the backpack that he had just dropped. Then, he saw Yami. Malich rushed over to him and helped pick him up.

"Are you alright, my…." Yami gave him a death glare.

Malich's face paled, "Right…are you alright…." He was dying to conclude with a "sire," "king," or "Yami." It just wasn't like him to leave off the king's title.

"I'm fine," Yami said, standing up and began brushing himself off.

"No! Allow me!" Malich intruded and began dusting his king off. Jono looked at him queerly.

"Yug, is this that person the mage was talkin' about?" he inquired.

"Mage?" Malich inquired. Then, he head popped up, remembering why he was there.

"Sire," he said, barely above a whisper in Yami's ear.

"Yes?" Yami whispered back.

"You have to come back now. The Nubian Princesses are here…."

Malich let Yami interrupt, "So? Why do I have to be there to greet them?"

Malich looked at him astonished, "You mean, no one told you?"

"Told me what?"

"About the Nubian Princesses."

"Specifically?"

"Yes."

"No, no one's told me anything," Yami replied, slightly looking over a Jono, whom had an eyebrow raised in question.

"Yug," he began, "What's goin' on?" he asked for what seemed the millionth time.

"Nothing," Yami replied.

"My lord," Malich whispered again, "we must hurry. You have to get to the Nile and was the forsaken ye out of your hair immediately. I also brought the crown and Puzzle…." Malich dug a hand into the knapsack.

"NO!" Yami yelled and pushed the backpack out of his servant's hands. It fell to the ground. Jono's eyes widened.

"Yug, what are you doin'? If it hasn't already occurred to you, THIS IS THE PHARAOH'S SERVANT! YOU DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT PUSH KNAPSACKS HASTILY OUT OF THEIR…." he stopped on seeing something roll out of the overturned bag. It was the Pharaoh's crown. Yami paled to a deathly white. People around them stopped and stared. Jono gasped. Malich rushed to pick up the crown and backpack hastily.

"Yug, what is this servant doin' with the Pharaoh's crown?" Jono inquired hesitantly.

Yami looked around, "Look, Jono, I probably should have told you before, but I'm…."

Malich interrupted, "Sire, please put it on NOW. We have to be back at the palace this instant. Forget these peasants and LET'S GO!"

The crowd around them gasped. Jono's faced paled almost the same color as Yami's.

"You mean you're…." Jono started.

"The Pharaoh," Yami finished for him, looked down at his feet. The crowd hastily fell down to their knees and bowed low, hoping they hadn't upset their king. All Jono could think about was that not five minutes before, he had yelled and held up the Pharaoh in his own fist. He felt so ashamed.

Yami looked around quickly, "Please, please don't bow. I hate it when people do that. Please, you may stand now…." The crowd did not heed him. They stood by tradition. And by Ra, if it was tradition to wait until the Pharaoh passed, they were going to stick to tradition. It was quite a shame, for Yami, that he had not yet formally changed tradition, as he planned to.

"Come, my lord," Malich grabbed his master's arm and led him through the crowd, which parted feverishly for him. Malich led him down to the great river Nile.

Up with the mages, Seto smirked, loving to cause trouble for the Pharaoh, for one reason or another….


Well, that was certainly a VERY good beginning to Part Two, if I do say so myself. It has nothing to do with Romance at the moment, because, yet again, this is just an intro, just as the first chapter in Part One. So, hope you liked it, and please review!