Hello! Miss me? I got to update early because it's Memorial Day weekend! Yay, Memorial Day! We must all honor the soldiers who fought for our freedom… and on to the next chapter! Enjoy! Oh, yeah, this is two weeks after the last chapter.

POV Tamara

Two Weeks Later

I was prowling through the inky blackness of the night (and not to mention FREEZING) seeing everything clearly, thanks to my cat eyes. Being a thief, I was used to these kinds of things. I had to hold my nose while passing Hassam's Manure Shop, because my nose was extra sensitive too… Oh Ra, how can this dude own the place, and sleep here too? (A/N: Shopkeepers in Egypt normally live and sleep in their shop, or have a house next to them) I peeked into the house, finding Hassam and his family sleeping with clothespins on their noses, with them snoring deafeningly. Chuckling to myself silently, I moved on. The closest tomb would be… not too far from here. I silently made my way through all the shops and I remembered the last thing Atem whispered before I left. He obviously didn't expect me to hear him, because he said, "Please don't hurt yourself Tamara, for me. I would hate it if anything should happen to you…"

What did that mean? Why would he care if I did get hurt? I mean, from all the executions last year, what difference would it make if another peasant died? I ignored all the thoughts going through my head as I reached the first and closest tomb to the temple of Isis and Osiris. I gazed up at the beautiful goddess sitting at the throne next to the godly Osiris… After gazing at them for a while, I immediately heard footsteps, though they were quite far, I hid behind the statue, where I still could see the entrance of the tomb clearly.

A cloaked figure paced slowly to the trapdoor, looking back behind him every few steps to see if anyone was following him. As he turned around, I caught a glimpse of his face. He had cold brown eyes, and his hair was white, just like Atem describe him. When he reached Isis' right foot, he lowered himself and slowly opened a trapdoor, revealing the tomb. Score! Stupid idiot didn't see me… now I knew where his hideout was! Atem would be happy… Atem… For some reason, a strange feeling comes over me whenever I think of him… Could it be…? I shook my head. It was no time to think about him… Besides, he's the pharaoh of all Egypt, and I'm just a peasant. A lowly peasant who doesn't matter…

After sitting there for a while, I got tired, and was about to leave. Hey, it was almost dawn. Just as the sun began to rise, another cloaked figure was coming towards here. They were also heading towards the trapdoor. Just as they opened the trapdoor, their hood fell off. I stared in wide-eyed amazement. It was Priest Seto.

POV Seto

I slowly paced into the tomb, looking at my surroundings for Bakura. As I entered the main chamber, I saw Bakura perched upon his golden bench again.

"You know, Atem's spy saw you enter the tomb," Bakura said in slight amusement, "You really ought to be more careful."

What? That peasant saw me? Then why was he so amused? And how did he know anyway?

"How do you know?" I asked with my cold voice.

Bakura just shrugged and said, "Lets just say I know things Seto."

I glared at him and asked, "Well, aren't you worried? What if she tells Atem?"

He just shrugged again and said, "Settle down Seto, it isn't a matter of great importance. Even if she does tell Atem, just deny her word. Who's he going to listen to, a peasant or his own cousin?"

I still glared at him, but he was right.

"But she probably saw you too then, if she was there the whole night." I said, narrowing my eyes.

"Yes, I wanted her to see me. Then the plan can really get into action. After Atem's soldiers come and arrest me, I can duel Atem for his throne, and for Tamara's soul." Bakura responded in his chilling voice.

I was confused, something that doesn't happen often.

"How is Tamara's soul going to bring back Kisara?" I asked again. I could tell my questions were getting on his nerves, but I just smirked.

"If there is a free vessel, meaning Tamara's body after her soul is consumed by the shadows, then I can take Kisara's soul and put it into her. That means that Kisara's soul will be in Tamara's body. I can also transform Tamara's body into having the same shape as Kisara's." Bakura explained, "So it's just like getting her back."

I still glared at him (A/N: I am making Seto glare too much, aren't I?) and said angrily, "Couldn't you do it to any free vessel?"

Bakura shook his head, "No, Seto, because if I could, you wouldn't be dragged into this mess. The vessel also has to be as old as Kisara when you first met her, and that was 15. And," Bakura said mystically, "Tamara's birthday was on Kisara's deathday."

I stared at Bakura silently, and then I exited the tomb without another word.

POV Atem

It took so long for noon to come… I miss Tamara already. What is wrong with me? I know I didn't want her to get hurt, but why do I miss her? Because of her smile… and her way to make me laugh… It's only been two weeks, and she's made me laugh in that time more than I have my whole life. Everyday, I worry if she's going to be ok, if she'll manage alright. To tell you the truth, I await her coming back more than her bringing any news…

Jou entered the room, disturbing my thoughts. It's been two weeks since I called him a servant, but he's still upset about it… Should I apologize?

"What would your highness like for breakfast?" Jou said, in a strange tone, bored and angry at the same time.

I stared at Jou intently, and mustering all my courage, I managed to speak.

"Listen, Jou, I… am sorry about last week… I know I shouldn't have called you a servant."

I couldn't bear asking him for forgiveness, so I just did my job. I knew it was undignified, and as a matter of fact, nothing about me was dignified. Have you ever known about a pharaoh who speaks like me? To tell you the truth, I wasn't sophisticated. At all.

A smile broke on Jou's face, and he said, "That musta been hard for ya, hadn't it? I know it ain't easy for a pharaoh to say sorry to a palace worker. Or should I say servant? Naw, it's ok, it's all cool between us. Kay?"

You got that right, Jou. He talks to me like a friend, not a master. I admired his bravery, and he was a good servant. Or should I say friend?

All of a sudden, Tamara came bursting into the palace, panting as she ran up to me.

"The… high priest… traitor…" she started to say unclearly.

I was alarmed at her immediate entrance. What could have happened?

I ran up to her, trying to find out what was wrong.

"What is it, Tamara? What happened?" I started to ask frantically.

"Atem!" Tamara cried, "The high priest… (pant) is a …(pant) traitor!"

I stopped for a second to understand what she had said.

"What do you mean? How? Why?" I started to demand from her.

She just looked up at me and looked at me with her blue eyes.

"Priest Seto… is working with the rebellion leader."

POV Tamara

I gazed up at Atem's stunned face. He seemed shocked by the news. (And hey, who wouldn't be. Finding out that your cousin is a traitor doesn't exactly make you jump for joy) I just continued to gaze at his handsome face, whose striking features were becoming distorted.

Atem frowned and said, "What? How can that be? Why would he betray me? Are you sure it was him?"

I just shook my head, and whispered, "I really don't know Atem. I'm so sorry…"

He just glared at me and yelled, "No! Seto wouldn't do that to me! He's my cousin for Ra's sake! What would he gain from betraying his only cousin? You're lying! Lying!"

And with that, the furious Atem stormed out of the room, and I just watched him go… don't leave me Atem…

I broke down, sobbing quietly on the floor. Jou came behind me and started to comfort me.

"It's ok, Tamara, he loves you. He really does. He just don't know it yet. Atem's just overcome with shock. Don't worry Tamara. Don't worry." Jou said softly. He then gave me a hug, helped me up, and guided me to my room. Thank Ra for good friends… thank Ra…

Third Person POV

Seto lay hidden in the shadows, watching this scene, silently crying for Tamara, whose fate was not so pleasant. She reminded him so much of Kisara. With a swish of his cloak, he strode to his room, still crying for her.

So, people, did you like the chapter? Anything I need to fix? The idea to bring Kisara back with a vessel was InsaneShadowFan's, who really helped me. I still thank all the reviewers, whom I could not continue without. I wish you all a happy Memorial Day weekend!