Pharaonic Heredity

CH1 Abidos

"You can't, it won't possibly work that way. . ."

His eyes were clouded with the curtains of blonde that had strewn into his face, but the youthful figure that had been recognized as the "King Of Games" for quite some time now already realized that where ever he had managed himself to be was a beyond the grace of the sun. Yugi Motoh wasn't quite sure of the time of day for that matter, whether or not night and fallen or dawn had come to pass. His muscles sore and weighted, the boy managed his best to try to become as aware as best as possible.

The first notable disposition was the placement of his body. Yugi could feel feel cold concrete beneath him, smooth and apathetic to his situation. There was so much to keep him distracted in the darkness. From the ringing in his ears to the sting of low temperature in the air, Yugi tried his best to let his eyes focus as he propped himself upright with his pained arms. There was a feeling of abstained effort, and against the wall with eyes ready to percieve the void, the young man was finally able to realize what was wrong. The chill of the metal usually around his neck was gone. There was no pressure against his chest. As such weight always had been against him for three long years, this was strange for Yugi to feel at ease.

"He took it." Yugi spoke alone into the void, as if someone would answer. These actions usually weren't unfounded, he hadn't been the sole audience to his thoughts for quite some time. Everything seemed in place in his appearance for the most part. The sleek leggings, the vinyl clothing, the leather accessories; all symbols of his style were in tact. But his body was bruised, and the sacred treasure was missing. The feeling of sanctity in solitude was absent as well, Yugi truly was alone for once. The spirit of the Millenium Puzzle, as well as the possessed relic itself, had been stolen from him.

The aches and pains clouded his train of thought, but Yugi put together what had occurred. The face of the man had been darkened by the sun, bronze that reminded him of the desert sands of his cohort's descent. He must have been no older than any of Yugi's friends, but he had a stern look of maturity to him. Adjusting himself to try to find a comfortable position that would free him of the throbbing bruises, Yugi tried to piece together what the assailant had said.

"You can't keep this from me! I am of the rightful heirship to this bloodline, you conceited trash!"

Flashing images of fisticuffs and fury passed through his mind, replaying the scenes before his eyes as if they were happening again. There had been no time to make the switch, no time to allow the second self he was so accustomed to take over his body and find a just solution to someone else's qualms with the boy. There were no friends to come to his dramatic rescue, and there was no grandfather of whom he looked up to so dearly to explain the recourse of actions he may have committed in a previous life. This attack had begun when he was alone, and it had rendered him in the same solitary state.

There was slight rocking of objects in the void. Yugi let out a sigh, and realized in the dim light that flooded the room from a barred window in the far corner of the room that he was in some kind of storage facility. The dancing figures in the distance must have been the preserved carcasses of dead animals hung to keep them preserved in the cold, this was a meat storage locker. The air didn't seem thin or depleting, so he was not meant to suffocate in this coffin. Yugi hadn't fully adjusted to the darkness, so he could not yet see an entrance of exit to the confines of the facility. He also wasn't ready to rise to his feet, the attack that memories were beginning to reduplicate more steadily in his mind had left his body battered and weak.

"Who are you?" Bewildered that the door which had just so recently been locked was now flung open, Yugi could only question the identity of the silhouette standing in the doorway. Working the game shop his grandfather had established left him in a daze of redundance, and this new appearance took him off guard. He had just secured the store for its closing that evening, now someone had broken in.

"My name is Abidos." The figure was coming into view more clearly as it left the dusk air and stepped into the light of the shop. He was young, he couldn't have been that much older than Yugi himself. He also seemed to be of foreign descent, possessing dark skin and a more narrow face than any person from around the town of Domino or any surrounding Eastern areas. There was a sharply familiar tone in his accent, his Japanese wasn't quite native either. After the visual intake had set into Yugi's mind, neural pathways seem to line up to spark a new train of thought. He recognized the name "Abidos". It was recent and familiar, fresh in his mind and pertaining to the text books he had recently purchased to delve into study of the world of his partner.

"Abidos was the name given to one of the more memorable Pharaohs of Egypt." Yugi halted his words, he didn't want to continue with such contrived speech. He had just repeated what he had read, and had nothing to follow his response to the dark figure that had spontaneously arrived. He was dressed modernly for someone with such an archaic name, olive fabrics comprising the business attire seemed to mask any mystique that might have been had.

"Abidos is the name of my ancestor, yes. I'm not the same one, obviously." The foreigner slowly began his march towards Yugi, a hand extended forth and a grimacing scowl on his face. Yugi only could hesitate and move away from the visitor with instinctual caution. He had been visited many times before by people who always seemed to want something from him.

"I don't try to cheat death to avoid losing my power." These emitted words had left Yugi worried, he panicked clutching at the ornament on his chest. It was apparent to him from experience what was about to occur. This young man had come to seize Yugi's Millenium Puzzle, fully aware of the spirit trapped within and its former title as the Pharaoh of Egypt. Turning to run away, Yugi felt a hand at the collar of the school uniform jacket he had been so accustomed to that it was a part of him. With no second thought, he shrugged himself free of the coat to try to make an escape, leaving himself in the mess of gothic apparel that he had adorn over recent years.

"You can't keep this from me! I am of the rightful heirship to this bloodline, you conceited trash!"

These were the final words Yugi could hear, the rest were blurred out of coherence from the sharp ringing Yugi heard. Something had collided with the back of his head, and he was fading from conciousness. He reached out spiritually, hoping for the grace of gods or kings. Nothing seem to come, and he whispered quietly to himself as the world turned black.

"You can't, it won't possibly work that way. . ."