Author: BradyBunch4529
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Atemu and Seto finally see what their past was like. Now they must fight to protect the one they both love.
Pairings: Atemu/Anzu/ Seto
Disclaimers:Really not mine. So I won't claim to own them.
Reviewers:
Nagome: I'm relieved you enjoyed it. I didn't get hooked on Anime until I went to college, at least not the heavy stuff. Believe it or not I do put the flashbacks in italics but the change over switches fonts and stuff. I'm still working on getting all the kinks out. I'll keep trying though. I hope this chapter meets your expectations.
ChoasJenny:So glad that you took the time to read my story and let me know what you thought. I hope that this chapter is as good as the rest.
Peeps( ):Still with me I see. Definitely lots of tension and drama through all of the chapters. Hopefully this chapter goes as well.
Attic Flower: Two kisses for Seto huh? Guess I didn't realize it. That is just how it worked out. Forshadowing? You can never tell, I know that I don't know myself yet. I think you'll enjoy everyone's reaction to his final kiss.
QueensofHearts4u:20 huh? Now you are definitely making me blush. They are supposed to be related in the past but Kaiba has never been one to accept the past life theory, so for him it is all wrapped up in the emotions of now. So he's confused, of course, so is everyone else! I'm so glad that my imagery is working out and that it is that vivid. Let me know if this chapter lived up to expectations.
Anime-AngelWings:Hey you read another of my stories! So proud am I! Thanks for trying another one. It means the world to me. Love it huh? Extra hugs and kisses for you! I'm stunned that the plot is flowing so well, I was afraid it wouldn't. Greatest fear banished!
Veronica:You are going to turn my head! Kaiba is kinda torn, especially when it comes to Anzu and the past. Hopefully it will get clearer soon.
Kayvy:Summer vacation huh? That must be nice, I've got snow! Joy! I'm glad that the events are keeping the tension going. I was worried that I might have gone either too far or not far enough. I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Seto/Anzu moment! Let me know if this chapter lives up to your expectations.
Gurlhushere13: I'm beyond thrilled that you are enjoying the story. I hope that this chapter live up to your expectations.
HealingSpirit (): He did! Isn't that a shocker! I'm glad that you think its getting better. I try not to take too long but sometimes the words don't come. Or life catches up with you.
Chapter 5: The darknessIn the darkness a heart was beating. Slowly at first, a mere murmur of sound that broke the silence. Soon it began to get louder, faster, until it filled the darkness with its beating. The darkness began to shift, swirling around temple doors buried deep in cave, hidden beneath the shifting sands of Egypt.
The doors were black marble, the eye of Ra welding both sides of the door together. The door began to move, battering against the lock. Straining against the gold lock and the magic keeping it closed. Sparks flew as the eye of Ra resisted, attempting to hold back the evil locked within its doors.
The door was slowly beginning to buckle, the marble beginning to crack until with an explosion of sound the door failed. The eye of Ra was shattered and the door blew open and away from the frame. The door flew across the tiled floor and landed with a crash 40 yards away. Light suddenly filled the dark chamber, the lanterns on either side of the hallway flaring to life.
In the doorway stood a figure, shrouded by darkness. The figure took a step into the hallway, its long black cloak brushing the ground, the hood pulled up and hiding the figure's face. Immediately several other black robed figures followed, their eyes fixed on the figure in front of them. When the figure spun towards them, they dropped to their knees and pressed their faces against the cool marble tiles.
"Find her and bring her to me," the figure commanded. Its voice booming through the chamber, harshly ringing in their ears.
"Of course Master," the center figure replied.
"She defeated us last time but she will not again," the figure growled and spun away from the crouched men. "We will have the ultimate power. The other's were all fools," the figure scoffed and stared into the flames flickering around them. "Trying to get the Pharaoh's power by containing him. She is the key, without her there is nothing."
"Yes, Master."
"She surprised me last time. I underestimated her control of the power. I will not do that again."
"You will triumph this time, Master."
"She will bow to me and call me Master. And when she does, the world will fall to me." The figure began to laugh, the sound echoing and ricocheting off of the walls. From deep inside the hood red eyes gleamed.
IN Egypt an old man stared in confusion at the golden door. For several hours his team had tried everything to get it to open. They couldn't force it open, the dynamite had been a failure and the locking mechanism was like nothing they had ever seen before. The gold seemed to shine brighter with every attempt to open it. In fact, if he didn't know better he would swear that the door was actually anticipating their attempts and actively resisting.
Nothing about this dig had made sense. Everything was untouched in the tomb. There were no hints that anyone had entered this pyramid since the day it had been locked. And yet the pyramid was spotless, no cobwebs or dust. The colors were as vivid as they day they had been painted, no fading, and the air was sweet and clean. The most shocking image had been revealed when the workers had set up lights in this hallway.
Suddenly the Unstoppable Exodia was revealed looming out of the darkness around the door. His head resting on top of the door, hands wrapped around the edges and his feet were peeking from beneath the door. Just to the right of him, resting on with its head his hand was a giant dragon that appeared to have two mouths. Its eyes seemed to glare a challenge at all who approached the door. On the left side, a winged beast sat next to his hand, its wings spread and touching the hand. And on the tile, beneath their feet, a giant figure stretched out. Its head touching against the feet, flames seeming to burn in its eyes as it stared up at whoever was approaching the door.
On either side of the door were huge pedestals, their bases set into a circular hole. This had confused the man until he had touched the door and water had begun to spout from the pedestals. The water had flowed over the stones and until the hole, slowly beginning to fill. Then as the holes filled the water had trickled into a worn path on either side of the hallway, and the water had spread throughout the pyramid. His breath had caught when he realized that the Queen had been so prized that the most precious of commodities, running water, flanked her resting place. It was too amazing.
And yet here it was. The riches buried with her made King Tut's tomb look barren. Statutes were in every corner, flowers had been planted and continued to grow in the dark corners of the pyramid. Everything in here spoke of the utmost respect and love. And yet, her pyramid had been nothing more than conjecture. No one had ever spoken of her burial place again.
So far, he hadn't found anything that told of how she died. He stared hard at the door; he knew that the knowledge he sought had to be on the other side of those double doors. The question was how to get in. And as his men once again failed to open the doors, he began to despair of ever getting in.
Anzu stared wide-eyed at Kaiba, his mouth still moving over hers, and tried to figure out what was going on. A part of her understood that Kaiba was determined to keep her with him this time, but Anzu was really starting to believe she was going insane.
Suddenly, she was ripped from Kaiba embrace and tossed aside. She landed hard on the tiled floor, bouncing slightly and wincing from the fresh pain that washed over. Of course, now that she thought about it, she wasn't in as much pain as she should be. Her ankle and wrist seemed fine.
A hand on her shoulder brought her out of her musing to meet the blue eyes of Mokuba. His blue eyes were filled with worry and Anzu shook her head, trying to tell him that she was alright. Instead Mokuba tugged her robe closed over her legs. A blushed suddenly infused Anzu when she realized that her landing had caused the robe to gape open.
Her hands quickly pulled the robe closed over her legs and struggled to get up. Mokuba offered his hand and Anzu let him pull her upright. She smiled her thanks at the boy and brushed his long black hair back from his face. She focused on him rather than the argument between Yami and Kaiba. Right now Anzu didn't want to face the consequences of her actions.
"Thanks Mokuba."
"Not a problem, Anzu. How are you feeling?"
"Not bad. A bit confused but I don't hurt as much as I thought I would," Anzu told him, smiling down at him.
"That's because of the necklace," Mokuba offered and returned her smile.
"What necklace?" Anzu asked, confused as to what Mokuba was talking about.
"The millennium necklace," Mokuba told her as he pointed to her neck.
"What?" Anzus' hand rose to her neck and was shocked to feel the warmth of gold around her neck. For a moment past and present swirled around her. A part of her delighted in the necklace being back where it belonged. However, Anzu could feel panic rising in her throat.This can't be happening, she told herself. It has to be a dream!
Anzu blue eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a mirror. She needed to see it. Then maybe it would become real in her mind. Distantly she was aware that the others were getting involved in the argument between Yami and Kaiba. Mokuba's voice continued to drone into her ear. She focused when he started to explain about the necklace.
"..It was kinda weird. One minute you looked like you were in a seizure and then the next the eye of Ra was shining on your forehead and you were saying 'He is coming.'" Mokuba paused and shook his head, "then the necklace appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around your neck. Ishizu and Yami tried to take it off but they were knocked away."
"Really," Anzu stated dazedly. She began to move to the door, after all there had to be a mirror somewhere in this house. She just had to find it.
"Where are you going?" Mokuba's voice rose anxiously behind her. Anzu paid no attention, moving out the open door. "Anzu! What's wrong?"
Anzu's bare feet made no sound on the cool tile of the floor. She hurried down the length of the hallway, ignoring the coolness of the tile. The white robe swirled around her long legs as she rushed rounded the corner at the end of the hallway. To her left was the staircase that she had descended earlier. To her right was another hallway and Anzu was unsure which she should take.
Upstairs, she decided. After all she had been in a bedroom. That meant that there was a bathroom upstairs. Which in turn meant a mirror. The necklace seemed heavy against her skin, no longer the comforting presence. Anzu knew that once she saw the necklace, she would have to face reality. Anzu took the stairs at a dead run, ignoring the shouts and the sounds of racing feet pounding after her. She hiked the robe up around her legs and sprinted up the stairs.
As she gained the top of the stairs, she turned to the right and headed for the room she had woke up in. Anzu could feel the tension in her growing; it was like someone breathing down her neck. Her feet skidded on the tile as she took the corner too fast. But Anzu was already adjusting and racing for the bedroom. She hit the door at a dead run and skidded to a stop as her reflection met her.
A huge mirror hung on the opposite wall and all Anzu could see was herself. Her brown hair was in disarray, her blue eyes wide with shock, mouth hanging open and the white robe caressing her curves. The throat opened and there, shimmering in the lights, was the millennium necklace. It was curved around her throat, the eye resting against the base of her throat and seeming to be one with her skin.
Anzu could vaguely remember that when Ishizu had worn the necklace, it had been lose. Seeming to be a normal necklace, beyond the fact that it could help one see into the future. Looking at it now, Anzu realized that this was the difference of having the necklace know that it belong to you. Her hand rose, shaking slightly, and traced the necklace.
The gold was warm and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The pulse was familiar and Anzu's eyes opened wide when she realized that the pulsing echoed her own heart beat. As blue eyes met blue eyes in the mirror, a sudden flash of light consumed her.
Suddenly Anzu could see the desert sand surrounding her. The heat was overwhelming; the sun beat down on her. In the distance there was a flash of white and Anzu looked towards it. Instantly Anzu was hovering the sky above a pyramid, its white marble seeming to call out to her. Anzu blinked and she was walking the tiled halls, the white marble enclosed around her and radiated coolness. Her bare feet made no sound on the tiles as she continued down the hall.
Here there were lit torches and Anzu could see the water running on either side of the hallway. A smile touched her lips as she stared at the pictures on the wall. She knew these markings, they were her own and while she delighted in that knowledge, a part of her was sad. This was her final resting place and to see how much love Seth and Atemu had put in it was great but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel their pain.
As she rounded the corner, she could see the workers trying to open a golden door. Anzu didn't even glance at them as she headed for the door. Without pausing she walked through the locked door and found herself on the other side.
It was a huge cavern of a room, with marble columns rising from the floor and stretching towards the ceiling. A glance up showed only darkness, Anzu continued forward. Water was beginning to lap at her feet, and Anzu realized that in the corner of the room was a waterfall. The water gurgled and splashed as it began to fill the room.
Anzu felt no fear as she slowly approached the sarcophagus in the center of the room. It was set up on a pedestal of gold. Anzu could see the glitter of diamonds, emeralds and sapphires as she slowly approached. The pedestal was inlaid with the symbols of Isis, her wings open and stretching across the gold. The jewels glittering from her hands and eyes.
Anzu walked closer, her hand stretching to touch the sarcophagus. The gold felt warm against her palm and Anzu followed the steps that led upwards. Soon, Anzu was staring down at the face etched into the sarcophagus. The eyes were opened and the sapphires glittered brilliantly in their settings, her brown hair flowed down to her feet. Instead of her hands being crossed and holding the scepters of her office, were folded over her chest. Cupped in her hands was a crown made of gold, with the eye of Ra in the center.
Anzu reached down to touch the carving, wondering if it was real.
"He buried me with it," Anasandra told Anzu casually. She came to stand beside Anzu, her blue eyes meeting Anzu's.
"I don't understand," Anzu spoke hesitantly. She couldn't help but wonder if Anasandra would reply or just disappear.
"I know," Anasandra tone was comforting. Her hand was warm on Anzu's face as she cupped her chin. Slowly Anzu turned to face her. Anasandra smiled. "It's going to be confusing for both of us for a while. In my time, Seto was my heart and Atemu was my soul. I loved both of them," she paused and brushed Anzu's hair behind her ear. "But now Seth is not my brother and Atemu is not my husband. You must follow your heart. Wherever it leads you to."
"I just…" Anzu started but Anasandra placed a finger against Anzu's lips.
"That can wait," Anasandra told her. "What is important is that there are more important things you must do immediately. You must come here and claim the items in the room. You must make Seth accept the Millennium rod. Finally you must make Atemu reclaim his crown," Anasandra's voice was urgent and low. "A great evil has been released into this world because my tomb has been defiled. You must do this Anzu!" Her eyes drilled into Anzu's, trying to convey the importance of this.
"What evil?" Anzu asked even as she was nodding.
"The evil that killed me and separated the two of them," Anasandra replied.
A sound caused Anasandra and Anzu to look at the door. Anasandra sighed and shook her head, "By Isis he is a determined man." She took a deep breath and looked back at Anzu. "You must hurry. There is not much time before he will come to claim you," Anasandra told her. "Remember this!"
"Yes," Anzu tried to reply. But her eyes were getting heavy and she could feel herself falling into the darkness.
In that darkness a heartbeat reached out to embrace her. It filled her ears and the darkness seemed to pulse with it. Anzu recoiled from it; the sound filled her being with loathing and fear. From out of the darkness a voice boomed.
"You will be mine. Give up and join me!"
"Never!" Anzu screamed in defiance. "I will never be yours."
"We will see My queen," the voice chuckled. "We will see." The laughter rolled around the darkness and filled Anzu's ears. She pressed her hands against them, trying to block out the noise.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A/N: Well here's another chapter. Bet you thought that I had forgotten, huh? It just took me awhile to write it. I think I started it at least three different times. Let me know what you think. Too much? Or not enough? Thanks for reading my story.