Authoress Notes: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! Honestly, I didn't think I'd get that many reviews for this! Anyway, onto the chapter my friends!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I would create a sequel like this (Damn YGO GX!) instead, well, for my viewing pleasure!

Pairings: AtemxAnzu and mostly everyone have moved on with one another.

Warnings: OOC-ness, mature themes, strong language… must I say more?

Plot:

A strange encounter while visiting Egypt again, erotic dreams of a certain once King of Games plague her nights, but how will she cope with it when those dreams will soon become reality? And why has he changed? How will a certain ex-pharaoh, gain the heart of the woman he has denied before? Especially if she won't give her heart back to him? Well, the once pharaoh always gets what he wants, and thanks to those dreams that will soon crumble her defenses, he will get it.

Dreams Made Flesh

By: xKuroSeraphimx

The brunette jerked out of bed, waking from another steamy dream she had of 'him.' She sighed, looking at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed she slept in. Anzu groaned, it was only 5 o' clock in the morning! Then she noticed something wrong with the bed sheet she lay on. Slowly, she lifted the cover and quickly placed it back on her lap, her face becoming more flustered.

'Oh no… Isis-san will get angry if she found out the mess I just made…' sighing, she pushed the covers aside and took the bed sheet, going over to the bathroom and not coming out for a few hours. Then she walked out, carrying a dry, clean, fresh smelling bed sheet, rearranging the bed back to the way it was. After washing the bed sheet and drying it, she smoothed out the sheet across the bed, patting it afterwards.

Slowly getting back to bed, she stared at the ceiling, finding out that sleep was a luxury she wouldn't receive tonight, not after another dream of him being with her in a sort of… very intimate way. A blush stained her cheeks again as she recalled the dream she just had.

But why was her nights filled with dreams such as these, she asked in her head for the millionth time for the past three nights? But what puzzled her more when she began dreaming these dreams was that it felt strangely real, like he was really next to her in bed, touching, caressing her as he did so in the dream. And when she would wake up, nothing would be happening around her, nothing was happening in her bed. Only a sudden need between her legs for relief and for a cold shower.

'I can't stop dreaming about him. I just can't… I only dream of him and only him… But why now? Why all this? I… I didn't want, no, didn't ask for this…' Anzu thought in her head, a hand unconsciously trailing up to her neck, faintly feeling fevered kisses and hungry bites running down her throat. 'Dreams will become reality… No, I, I didn't want… I don't want him to come back, as much as… my mind and body seem to be crave for him… Ugh, what am I thinking? He can never come back… he was sent back to the realm of the dead after his duel with Yugi… Everyone said he wouldn't come back-couldn't come back…'

Unknowingly, her memories of 'him' brought unexpected tears to her eyes before she fell back asleep.

"I'm really glad to have visited you after so long, Isis-san." Anzu said, giving the older Egyptian woman a tight hug.

Isis returned the hug before pulling back, a huge smile on her face. "You're always welcome here, Anzu. Just be sure to visit from time to time when you have the chance. And say hi to everyone else if you meet them again." Isis replied.

Anzu nodded her head, turning to the Jeep and Rishid who calmly sat on the driver's seat, patiently waiting for the brunette. Closing the door when she got in, buckling her seat belt, she bid a final wave to Isis and Malik before the vehicle drove from the Ishtar home.

A few moments after the Jeep disappeared from view, Malik spoke, "Have you ever noticed that Anzu has been acting… sort of weird during the mornings?"

Isis turned to face her little brother, a puzzled expression on her face. "No… Has she? If she has, how did she act?"

Malik's violet gaze lingered onto his sister for a few moments before shaking his head, turning back to his home. "You know what? Never mind…"

"…Huh? Malik? What did you mean? Hey, come back here!" Isis called after him.

He walked through the bustling street, easily avoiding contact with the people around him. He attracted a few looks but no one walked up to him. That was good, though. He didn't have time to have pleasant chats with them.

"… Do you really know where you're going?" asked an old woman's voice next to him.

He shot a glance to where the voice came from and found the old lady at his side, easily keeping up with his rapid pace. He grunted, turning his attention away from her and back ahead.

"I do… But I'm just looking around the place. It doesn't seem to have changed." He replied slowly.

The old woman cackled softly to herself. "Ehehe… Well, let us just say that only this part of Egypt wants to keep some of its old traditions. Besides, you don't mind do you? It actually gives you a sense of peace, knowing that you're surrounded by your own culture."

"I happened to like the modern touch of things, thank you very much." He said sharply, his voice going deeper and deeper as he talked with her.

"Ah well, mostly all of us do. It's easier but complicated. " She raised her head to stare up at his face, seeing the seriousness and determination in his crimson eyes.

"She has left the country, you know." The old woman stated. That had the desired effect. He immediately stopped in his tracks, turning his attention toward her again, his crimson stare turned at her, narrowing dangerously.

"What? So, you tell me that she is here, visiting, and then you tell me that she isn't. What are you trying to pull, old one?" he asked angrily, not bothering to hide the wild tone in his voice that would've scared off men a mile away from him.

She, however, was not fazed by his temper. She knew that to tangle with the ex-pharaoh was to sign a one-way trip to insanity and the asylum, or something even worse. Especially when it came to her. But it was also a calming action, to mention the woman whom he pined for but never got the chance to take her, claim her to be his. No one would be able to tame him unless it was her and only Anzu.

"She only stayed here for a few short days, that's why I hurried with your coming in. She will be going back to Domino City, I believe. If you want, you might want to pay a visit to the people who took care of your tomb for many generations." She replied calmly, her voice soft and unnerving.

He glared hard at her before she spoke again, "Look Atem, things are just going to have to wait. You want to rush, but if you rush, it would only lead to the pain you had previously caused her back then. And you don't ever want to inflict pain on her again, hmm?"

"Never. Again." He replied slowly, grinding his teeth and balling his hands into fists beneath the cloak her wore before going back to walking to his next destination in Egypt.

A smile stretched across the old woman's lips. "I'm sure the Ishtars would be delighted to see you again, Atem."

"Thank you, Rishid." Anzu said as he gave her back her duffle bag.

He smiled, politely bowing his head. "You're very welcome, Miss Mazaki Anzu. We are still very thankful for what you and your friends did for the pharaoh and us. We hope that you will visit us again some other time." Rishid walked back to the driver's seat of the Jeep. Waving a final farewell, he drove off from the air station.

Anzu let out a soft sigh, turning to the air station and staring at it's exterior. She smiled, remembering the time when she bought Atem the cartouche and gave it to him before he left for the memory world. She shook her head, trying to get her head out of memories like that.

Domino City, here she comes.

"Welcome back, Rishid. I'm sure that you safely escorted Anzu back to the air station, did you?" Isis asked pleasantly as Rishid came back, closing the door behind him.

A smile curved up his lips after she said that. "Of course, Isis. She got back. And I'm sure she'll come back one day and maybe stay a bit longer than her stay here." He replied.

Isis nodded, turning her head to Malik who had his own turned toward them, a small grin plastered on his face before turning back to doing the dishes. Sighing, the older woman went back into her room, checking the mail she was holding before Rishid came in who was now in his room.

Malik hummed a soft tune as he washed the dishes. After a while, he was finished, wiping his hands on a dry towel and walking out the kitchen.

"My, my. Never expected to see you, Malik, doing house chores." Said a dark, familiar voice from the doorway.

Malik whirled to where the voice came from and was shocked to see who it was, his mouth hanging slightly open.

"… Y-You!" he managed to say, taking a step back from the smirking ex-pharaoh.

Atem's smirk widen slightly at the expression Malik had on his face. Priceless, he thought amusingly in his head while taking a few steps towards him while he stepped back.

"Now, I thought Isis taught you manners, Malik," Atem said, his voice laced with cold ice, dripping with venom, especially when he said his name. "Stubborn as always, aren't you?"

"Wh-Why are you here?" Malik asked hesitantly, staring fearfully at Atem. "You… You're supposed to be in the realm of the dead! You should have never come back! You were defeated…"

"Ah yes, but the world works strangely, you know?" Atem asked, his voice turning to a tone of sarcastic amusement. "First the world denies my existence, and then it calls me back. Fickle thing, wouldn't you agree?"

"Why… Why are you… here?"

In an instant, the ex-pharaoh's eyes turned hard, narrowing dangerously into slits, a cold, sweetly murderous smile on his face. He opened his mouth to speak when Isis came in the living room, a puzzled expression pointed at Malik before she set her azure eyes on Atem. Immediately, she gasped, putting her hands on her mouth to stifle the sound but not enough as Rishid came in, a look of alarm on his face, ready to defend Malik and Isis from whatever was going wrong till that look was cleanly wiped off his face, only replaced by a look of shock and fear.

'Exactly as how I pictured them…' Atem thought, chuckling softly.

He stared back at Malik, that same expression on his face before the other two Ishtars came in. "The answer to your question is that I came here looking for someone. Sadly, I heard that they have recently left."

Realization dawned on Malik a few seconds after he said that. "What do you want with Anzu?" he asked cautiously, but his own voice held determination, something in his head warning him about what Atem had planned for Anzu.

The smirk widened even more so. "That's the thing, Malik. I want everything from her. I may have lost my chance two years ago, but not now, not again. I kindly ask that you help me." He replied.

Isis stepped forward, catching Atem's attention by a glance. "Pharaoh… Atem…. I… We…" her voice was barely above a whisper but still loud enough to hear. She let out a sigh, trying to relieve some of the shock and fear that was welling inside her chest. It didn't work. "Why now…? Why do you want… Anzu now? What are you planning?"

"In taking what will soon be completely mine, my dear High Priestess Isis." Isis shivered when he said that, hearing the dangerous tone when he did. "I just need help with transportation to where she is headed." He paused before that cold smile took place upon his lips. "Oh yes, High Priest Muhaado, sends his regards…."

She gasped, cringing back at the mention of the High Priest that unfortunately died by Bakura's hand. Then, out of nowhere, Malik burst out, "You won't be able to have her!"

Bad mistake.

Atem's hard, crimson eyes turned to him, his eyes glinting madly, the smile on his face turning into a sweetly, murderous smile. He took a few, short, predatory steps toward the now shaking young Ishtar, the sound of his boots becoming soft thunder on the floor, the Eye of Horus burning brightly on his forehead.

"Oh? And what makes you think, you can stop me, hmm, Malik?" he asked in a silky, dangerous voice.

Rishid took action in stepping between the now raging ex-pharaoh and his younger brother. Foolish man, Atem thought not seeing Rishid as nothing more than a wooden shield. It was then when he was about to send them both to oblivion for fraying his temper, Isis cried, "That's enough, please! We'll help, I promise that we'll help."

A satisfied smirk replaced the cold one that showed deadly hunger for bloodlust on it. Turning his attention to Isis, Atem cocked an eyebrow up.

"Fine then… I know you won't go back on your word, dear Isis." He spoke before settling himself on the couch in front the TV. "I'll wait, but my patience will soon grow thin." He added, not bothering to look at them.

Malik growled at him but was stopped by Rishid who was shaking his head to prevent himself from really going off. Isis on the other hand, stared baffled at Atem. He certainly changed from what she knew of two years ago. But maybe that was because his vessel restrained him? Or was it something else? Well, whatever it was, it was off, and nothing was restraining him from getting what he wanted and how he got it. He neither cared who he faced as long as they were out of the way from his goal.

And now she feared for Anzu. Atem was acting darker than he was before. She'd hate it if something ever happened to the brunette. But what could she do now? Atem was powerful than her, heck, more powerful than anyone in this world, and he would use that power to attain his possession. Whatever means necessary.

Whatever means necessary…

Well, there's chapter two for you! Thank you for reading this and if you want the next one, click on that button down there and tell me what you think of this chapter! See you in the next one! Bye!