Ok, this is another fanfic. R&R!
:Yugi to Atemu:
)Atemu to Yugi(
;Bakura to Ryou;
..Ryou to Bakura..
"speech"
'thoughts'
/general thought speak/
Singing or Spiritspeak
Heiroglyphs, Memories, Dreams
Disclaimer: Honestly, u really think I own yugioh? I wish.
"Ey, Yuge', come on," A tall blonde called to his spiky haired friend, while running for a school building. "We gonna be late!"
"I'm coming, Joey, hold your horses," came the reply. Yugi was about half Joey's size, and couldn't run nearly as fast. He was hanging back a good few meters.
BBBBRRRRIIIIIIIINNNGGGG! A loud sustained bell sounded off inside the building. "Aw man!" Joey sprinted for the doorway, leaving poor Yugi in the dust.
"Oh, fer- oh, I give already!" Yugi gave up and stopped to catch his breath. What he didn't notice was a muscular, tanned teen with a similar hairstyle and intense crimson eyes picking up the rear, holding Yugi's bag of gym clothes. Yugi had dropped it on the way, racing after Joey. The teen could have caught up with Yugi easily, but he didn't want him to feel bad.
"Um, Yugi?" the taller boy went down to Yugi's eye level, which was even shorter because he was doubled over.
"Yea, Atemu?" the small one answered.
He held up Yugi's gym bag, hiding a grin. "You dropped this."
Yugi stared at it for a while, then grabbed it. "Thanks, yami."
Atemu smiled. "you're welcome, hikari. Now lets go before-"
BBBBBBRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG! The two looked at each other, then raced off to get to class. (of course, Atemu was winning.)
By the time the two made it to class, the teacher, Mr. Shindo, was starting math class. He was not, to say, an unpleasant person, but he did have a thing about students being late. "You, get to your seats!" The two froze in shock. "NOW, BEFORE I MAKE YOU WRITE AN ESSAY ON WHY YOU'RE LATE!" They sprinted to their seats like it was a marathon while everyone laughed, including Joey and his pointy-haired partner-in-crime, Tristan.
Joey turned to a blue eyed brunette behind him. "Ey, Téa, you got my wallet? I lefd dit here yesderday."
Téa giggled as she pulled it out of her bookbag. "Why does it matter? It's empty!"
Joey snatched it out of her hand without saying anything. He looked thru the contents of his wallet. Pics of his ma, his sister Serenity, and of his secret crush: Mai Valentine. He managed to sneak a picture of her at the beach months before; when the whole gang went to celebrate the Pharaoh Atemu receiving his body back. He remembered it well…
Well, he tried, but he didn't get a chance before Tristan broke him out of his reverie. "Joey, you hear about the new kid?"
Joey, quite irritated at being shaken from his fantasy, insert angermark spoke thru clenched teeth, "No-Tristan,-what-new-kid?" Téa leaned in to listen.
"New kid?"
"Yea, I heard we're getten' a new classmate tomorrow. School rumors."
"Guy or girl?"
"Girl, I think."
"She hot or a dud?"
"Joey!" Téa smacked him upside the head. Atemu, who was listening in, tried not to laugh.
Tristan sweatdropped, then shrugged. "Beats me. That's all I got."
A shadow loomed over the close-knit group. Téa, Joey, Tristan, and Atemu looked up to see Mr. Shindo hovering over them. "Having FUN?" Group sweatdrop. Dead silence. Yugi, who was being good and doing his work, cast a sidelong glance at them. "I'm glad." He walked slowly back over to the board. "Now, to distinguish sine from cosine…"
The group sat quietly for the rest of the period, listening to who was probably THE most boring person on the planet. When the bell rang, there was a loud sigh of relief from the entire class. "Don't forget class, home work is page 223 in the workbook. Test Friday, and finals the coming Thursday." With that, he spun on his heels and left the room.
Atemu took out his workbook and started his math hw. He didn't feel like doing school work after school. Joey reclined in his chair and started whistling "I'm A Little Teapot".
"What, ya godda problem wit my singen'?" Joey retorted when he saw Téa and Tristan staring at him. "Jeez." He turned his head so they wouldn't see his face burning.
Atemu finished all the problems before the next teacher came in. He put his workbook away and brushed his golden bangs out of the way to see Ms. Akaria walk in and place her books on the desk. Yugi perked up. Ancient History was the only class he actually liked-besides music.
"Hello class," she chirped.
"Hello, Ms. Akaria," was the reply.
"Ok, so far, we have been doing ancient legends, right?" A few scattered nods. "Well, here's one that comes from Egypt, and is over 5000 years old!"
Atemu started. 'A legend from my time,' he pondered, 'what could it be?'
Ms. Akaria clapped her hands together and sat down on the desk. "This legend, believe it or not, is actually about the pharaoh of that time. And also,"-she got ready for the big announcement-"It is actually supported by the pharaoh himself!"
That got the group's attention. Tristan and Téa looked at each other in surprise. Yugi's amethyst eyes widened. Atemu's face brightened. 'Maybe I'll hear something about my past!' His Millenium Puzzle started to glow faintly because of his excitement.
:What are you thinking, Atemu: Yugi had noticed the glow.
)I'm thinking what I think everyone else is thinking,( came the reply )that I'm the pharaoh she's talking about, and that we may hear something from my past!(
:Yea, and since she's saying that you're supporting the legend, we may hear from something that you wrote:
Atemu nodded.
Meanwhile, a particular albino Brit sitting three seats down from Yugi was having similar thoughts. His necklace, the Millennium Ring, was acting up, and the spirit inside was eager to hear what was coming next.
;Interesting,; the Tomb Robber Bakura expressed to his hikari ;A legend from my past; or shall I say, what these modern fools consider a legend.;
..What's that mean?.. came the nervous reply.
;What I mean is, is that these foolish people of the future believe anything magic-related to be pure myth, but we know better, don't we,; Ryou was unable to resist his yami's urge to finger his Millennium Ring. ;My hikari?;
Ryou broke into a cold sweat. Even though Bakura had made a tentative truce with both himself and the Pharaoh, he was still uncomfortable with living with a maniacal Tomb Robber inside his mind.
"Something wrong, Mr. Bakura?" Ms. Akaria asked the nervous looking teen. She was passing out copies of something, and was coming up to Ryou as he started fingering his Millenium Ring blankly. Atemu turned his head to look at them.
Ryou didn't get a chance to say "No, I'm fine," before the Ring flashed and Bakura took over. As usual, his face read "up to no good."
"Of course not. Why should anything be wrong, teacher" Bakura responded before taking a copy.
Ms. Akaria jumped, then recomposed herself and finished handing out the copies. Bakura flashed the finger at Atemu, who received it with no real impact whatsoever. Atemu turned his crimson eyes on the teacher, who handed him the copy, then took a look at it. He was surprised to see that it was a copy of an ancient Egyptian diary. He then fumed because he realized by the handwriting that it was his. He stuck his chin in his hand and started listening.
"This legend is of a girl who is said to have amazing supernatural powers. She was able to wield the very magick of the stars themselves. She was what was called a Celestial."
The class was getting interested. Most of the kids were trying to decipher the hieroglyphs. Bakura was even having a hard time, because he hadn't seen this form of hieroglyphs. He figured it was bad handwriting.
"According to the Pharaoh of that time, he had known her for a long time. It says in the translated form of his diary that four years earlier, he found her in the river one flooding season. 'I picked her up from the Nile, she shivered in the harsh cold. Desert nights are mercilessly frigid. I sympathized with her and gave her my prince's cape, but her shivering did not ease.' That was reportedly when he was just a prince, two weeks before he was initiated as Pharaoh on his thirteenth birthday. It goes on to say that-"
Atemu wasn't listening anymore. He was reading his diary entry, and gathered that it told of a party that he threw for her to celebrate thethird anniversary of her rescue. This is what it said:
Three years ago. I remember that day so well. I had overheard my mother the Queen and my Divine father that I was to initiated as Pharaoh on my thirteenth birthday. I couldn't believe my ears. I was devastated. In my stunned state, it was all I could do to retreat to my thinking spot along the shore of the Nile, far from my castle of alabaster and granite.
I had no idea how I was going to rule a kingdom of my own. I, who at the age of twelve, had powers beyond the understanding of mortals, but no understanding or control myself! The power of the shadows was inborn within me, and I am considered the greatest duelist in the kingdom, but I will admit that I have caused my fair share of catastrophes. I would have to learn control before I turned 13, but how? In two weeks? By myself? Impossible. I needed help, and yet somehow, I obtained it. I will never know if it was my doing, with subconscious magic, or pure coincidence, but my life will never be the same.
I sat on the enormous boulder that rest near the shore, and gazed up at the sky. The night was clear, as it usually was, but unusually frigid. I wore a thick robe tonight. I was wise. I sat there thinking of my troubles, when I saw a strange mass in the water. It had looked like hair, but I had never seen hair so fine, so long, and the color of gold… or maybe honey… it's still hard to tell. In either case, it was so beautiful that I got off the rock to take a closer look. I used some of my magic for illumination. The hair shimmered brightly in the soft yellow light. Then I saw what I feared I would find; a girl attached to it. In a panic, I jumped back after one glance at her open amber eyes. Her eyes had life in them, but not much. I could not help but stare inter her eyes; I had never seen eyes that glowed as hers did.
When I regained my senses, I picked her up from the Nile, she shivered in the harsh cold. Desert nights are mercilessly frigid. I sympathized with her and gave her my prince's cape, but her shivering did not ease. Her body was supple, and strong, but she must have been very ill, for she was so warm in my arms. She was paling, and as I ran back to the palace, she shivered and whimpered the entire way. When I arrived, I immediately set he down on the first surface I could find; my bed. I commanded the servants to fetch me blankets for her, and a piece of cloth and a basin full of the coldest water we could provide in a desert. In the meantime, I placed the blankets over her, but not before I got a good look at her.
She was my height, and could have been older than me. Her face was pale except for the occasional sudden flush of the cheeks, indicating that her fever was flaring up. Her skin was darker than mine, and had a golden tint to it; which inadvertently made me call attention to my own skin, seeing that my skin possessed the same quality. Her body had the shape of a woman's, not a young adult, seeing as- Atemu's face flushed when he began to read this part – waist was small, but her hips had already widened. Her breasts had already filled out; and I could not help but notice that they were very full, but firm for all that. She was wearing clothes that were not of this nation, as she wore a skintight white shirt with no sleeves, made of a shining stretchy material that I hadn't seen before; with gold trim on the low neckline, and bottom hem. The shirt was short, and showed off her well-toned midriff. She wore pants that stopped midcalf that matched the shirt; she also had a cape wrapped around her hips that reached her feet.
After I stared my fill, I wrapped her under the blankets, just in time for the basin and cloth to arrive; the blankets hadn't come yet. I placed my hand on her forehead to check her fever-I couldn't believe how high it was! I immediately dipped the cloth in the basin of cold water and folded it up on her forehead to cool it. She whimpered as I pressed it to her forehead, but I urged her to stay calm and relax. Not that she could hear me. When the blankets came, I laid them on her, and watched as she stopped shivering, but the vicious flush reddened her cheeks again, and she moaned. Then it hit me. I used my magic to radiate heat waves to comfort her. As I did so, she sighed and dozed into an easier sleep. I watched the flush fade from her face as I sat on my bed and resoaked the cloth for her forehead.
"And that's that!" Atemu jerked to attention, realizing that he was paying no attention to the teacher. She was standing, holding a book in her arms. "We don't have any more time, so-" she closed the book "-we'll continue tomorrow, ok?" With that, Ms. Akaria picked up all her books, spun on her heels, and walked out the door.
Joey, who had fallen asleep, asked Atemu what the lesson was about. Atemu could only shrug, and then decided to run after Ms. Akaria.
:Where are you going: asked a puzzled Yugi, but Atemu paid no mind.
"Ms. Akaria?" He stopped right behind her
"Yes, Mr. Moto?" She turned around in surprise.
"Where did you get that diary?"
"I bought it from a friend who went to Egypt years ago and found it. She never bothered to get it translated." Ms. Akaria rolled her eyes, smiling. "I got it translated by a man named Arthur Hawkins. He told me a legend that this supplements and I decided to do a lesson on it."
Atemu knew he was going out on a limb here. "Ms. Akaria? Can I… buy the diary from you? Please?"
Ms. Akaria looked surprised. "You want to buy it from me?" She raised her eyebrows.
Atemu nodded. "Yes, how much do you want for it? I have… uhhh…" He turned out all his pockets and found thirty dollars. "…Thirty dollars." He shrugged apologetically.
Ms. Akaria blinked, then laughed. "Atemu, hold on." He put his hands down, blushing slightly. "Let me make copies of it, and then you can have it, ok?" She smiled. "What do you have now?"
Atemu's face brightened. "Gym."
"Ok, then, I'll make my copies while you're in gym, and then you can have the book free, ok? Since you're so intent on having it," she added. Atemu smiled.
She turned to leave. "Meet me in the copy room after your class, ok?"
"Ok, see you then! And thanks!" Atemu waved his thanks, then bolted. He was LATE.
Ok that was my fanfic, review please!