Fraternizing with the Enemy

Egypt. He stroked her cheek causing her to shiver. Isis was sweating. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "Don't…" Isis said through gritted teeth. He smirked and pulled Isis closer. "You can't boss me," he said into her ear, "I am the pharaoh…"

A/N: As you may know…err…by the summary and title, even though Ishizu is Atemu's priestess, it doesn't mean she likes working under him! XD Muahaha… anyhow, it is kind of AU. Oh yeah, and like…2 chapters have songs in it that I did not write… By the way, Atemu the short man is taller in this fic just for the sake of being Isis's height! And this is excluding his hair. So if it was including his hair he would most definitely be taller! Heheh…oh yeah um…and just so you know these are the characters if you have never seen the Egyptian Arc.

Pharaoh Atemu is Yami

Priestess Isis is obviously Isis/Ishizu

Priest Mahado is Dark Magician

Mana is Dark Magician Girl

Priest Seto is obviously Seto Kaiba

Priest Karim

Priest Shada looks like Shadi (Or at least I think that)

Priest Akunadin is Seto's father

Kisara could be Shizuka/Serenity (the only proof I have of that is and I so trust Janime)

Bakura

Shimon is Grandpa Motou

All righty…enjoy!

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It's kind of strange…how it all happened…and when it happened I learnt that it's not always about your first choice…

…then, I was known as Priestess Isis Ishtar...I was 14 at the time when it all happened…here is my story…

Isis sighed and closed her eyes. 'Maybe…I can just take one small wink of sleep…' she thought.

CRASH.

Isis sighed once again and didn't bother to see what had happened for she knew what was going on. "Mana, how many times do I have to tell you? Watch out for the pots on your way in here." she said, still not opening an eye.

Mana is a mischievous girl who has not a care for her lessons. But she does want to become a great magician like her master who is training her.

"I am so sorry Isis-sama! It's just that…today…I heard Shada singing Beautiful One to no one in particular and I asked him out of curiosity and—"

"Mana, Shada sang that yesterday too and you asked why he was singing that song. You've been telling me that this whole week." Isis cut in; opening her eyes slowly to see that Mana was soaking wet and had mud on her clothes. "Dear girl! What have you done?"

Looking down at the floor, Mana toed at it. "Weeeelllll…you wouldn't approve Isis-sama…I was dancing around in the farm areas…" began Mana.

Groaning, Isis finished the sentence for her. "…and because it's been raining lately, you got mud on you. But that still doesn't explain why you're soaking wet."

"I…it was raining…?" lied Mana.

Isis rolled her eyes. "Mana, it's so sunny I could go blind looking at the sun."

"Hai…sorry Isis-sama. I was singing and walking up to the palace and a man told me to be silent because he didn't like music and so he drenched me when I continued to sing. But honestly Isis-sama! It was not my fault he was a sour grape!" complained Mana and Isis just had to laugh.

"All right then. Now, you need to get cleaned." said Isis.

Just on cue, Mahado walked into the room with his arms full of scrolls for Mana's next lesson with him. "Isis, Pharaoh Ate—" Mahado stopped in mid-sentence as soon as he saw Mana and he dropped all of his scrolls when he saw the state she was in. "Mana! Girl, you're soaked! And muddy!" he exclaimed causing Mana to blush.

"I-I a-am. Mas-master-sa-sama…" Mana stammered.

13-year old Mana had a crush on Mahado who was 17 and not at all interested in taking interests in girls. Even though I know Mana likes him…I can't help…being interested in Mahado. But if Mana knew, she would be heart-broken, so I tried not to be obvious.

"Hello Mahado." Isis greeted, smiling as she rised from her seat.

"Hello." Mahado replied, not even glancing at Isis. "Mana! We have to get you cleaned now! Come with me." he ordered and Mana scurried to his side. Then he turned to Isis. "Sorry Isis, but you might as well go to Pharaoh Atemu to give him his lesson."

Isis mumbled something before heading out the door with Mahado and Mana and going the opposite direction to which they were going. As she headed down the hall thinking, '...only if I got myself wet and dirty…,' Seto turned the corner at the end of the hall and was walking towards her.

Seto Kaiba is my friend, even though he doesn't act like it. He's really actually quite nice when you get to know him. He advises me on things and helps me out a lot. Seto's devoted to making sure the pharaoh rules well.

"Isis." said Seto as he reached Isis and giving her a slight nod.

"Seto." Isis said coolly in return before also returning his nod. Then they continued to walk their opposite ways down the hall.

Very soon, Isis was opening the throne room doors and entering the room where the throne stood and where the pharaoh sat. And on the throne as she expected, Atemu was staring at the floor whilst leaning on his closed hand, bored out of his mind.

Pharaoh Atemu, is who I serve under as priestess. He's 15 and is older than me by 2 months. He and Mahado are best friends and Mana and he love to cause mischief. Though he can be fun, when it's time to be serious he will be that. Mahado says that he will be a great ruler.

A short man wearing a hat and a piece of cloth around his mouth who stood beside Atemu's throne cleared his throat.

This is Shimon. Shimon is Atemu's chief advisor but Atemu still takes advice from us priests and priestess(me). He looks a lot like Atemu but older. In fact he looks like he could be Atemu's grandfather!

At the clearing of Shimon's throat, Atemu looked up to see Isis standing before him. His arm slipped off the throne's arm in surprise and shock. The look of surprise on his face changed to a look of amusement. "Sorry Isis, but I'm not going to give your present to you yet. You know it's not your birthday yet." Atemu said. "And besides, it wouldn't be fair to Mana."

Tomorrow is my birthday. Coincidentally, it is also Mana's birthday.

Isis rolled her eyes. "Pharaoh, you know that is not what I am here for. I am here to give you your lesson." She said.

Atemu's face was a look of amazement mixed with amusement. "See Shimon, my own priestess has no idea what time it is! Finally! My mischief is rubbing off on her!" he joked and Shimon tried hard not to laugh.

"I am serious Pharaoh. Since Mana is unable to attend her lessons, you are taking her place." explained Isis.

"That is unjust!" cried Atemu, leaping to his feet, his eyes twinkling with mischief as if he thought he really was rubbing off on Isis.

"Sit down Pharaoh. It is time to start classes." Isis ordered.

Realising she was serious; Atemu swallowed, then sighed and sat down. He prepared himself for another boring lesson…

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"And so…the sun god Ra is remade in the—Pharaoh! Pharaoh!"

Slowly, Atemu opened his tired eyes. "Hmm?"

"It has only been five minutes and you've already fallen asleep!" snapped Isis, her brow creased into a frown.

"I'm sorry Isis, its just t-that yyyyooouuuuurrrr…" Atemu paused to yawn into his hand, causing Isis to scream in frustration.

"Argh! Do you even know what I've been teaching you these past lessons!" asked Isis, pulling at her hair.

"Well…um…" Atemu paused once again, this time to think. "Uhh…something about the gods…you teach me history right…? Or is that Mahado…? No wait…"

Isis jumped to her feet. "Arrggghhhh! You don't even pay attention! What is the use of learning the history of your country?" Isis asked.

Shrugging, Atemu replied, "It's too dull. Can't I just skip those lessons and just be pharaoh?"

"You are so unappreciative of your country's heritage! Don't you care at all? I tried so hard to teach you something that your father wanted you to learn and you still have learnt nothing!" yelled Isis before she turned on her heel ready to storm out of the room dramatically.

"Wait!"

Isis stopped. Well, actually she really had no choice since Atemu had taken hold of her wrist. He pulled her back and spun her around to face him.

"Hey…stay…I'll listen this time…seriously…" he muttered, flushing because he felt ashamed.

Isis realized she had said the magic words. Anything having to do with his father wanting him to do well encouraged Atemu to really try.

"All right. You better not be lying." Isis said as she sat down.

"Don't worry I'm not." sighed Atemu resuming his seat.

Throughout the whole lesson he tried to pay close attention but it was hard swallowing so much information at once. Why did people believe that the sun god Ra was remade in the pharaoh? Atemu puzzled on this for a while. He thought himself to be a simple person just picking up from where his father had left off. He was certainly no god.

Suddenly, all was silent like someone had just pressed the mute button but Isis's mouth was still moving. Atemu had done it again. He had spaced out when he had promised to listen. Instead of tuning back in he watched in fascination as Isis tucked a strand of stray silky black hair behind her ear. Watched how the sunlight that crept into the room was caught in her glittering blue eyes and it seemed to dance around in them. The way her lips moved when she spoke. And how her dress showed every curve and attribute in her body.

It was most definitely mesmerizing. Especially the last one. All this time Atemu had never thought of ever admiring Isis's beauty. Sure, he had seen a lot of pretty girls, many dancers and entertainers but they weren't so interesting. They flung themselves at him but of course Atemu always turned them away. He wanted real material, someone that he'd love and be able to see every day not a one night stand with anyone.

Yes, there was always Mana but to Atemu, she was like his little sister. Still just a kid but here was Isis. Close to his age and definitely available.

He sighed once more. What was he thinking? This was his priestess! The girl that always forced him to listen to her boring lessons of history. He had joked at times with her but what else did he do with her? Did he know anything else about her? Maybe he should ask her something…?

"Um…Isis…do you have time after this?" he asked her nervously.

"Hmm…er…yes, why?"

"Teach me more about Egypt…" he said softly and in a daring move took her hands together into both of his and smiled down at her charmingly.

Isis blushed slightly but besides that didn't seem to be affected too much. "Er…ok…but why? I thought you hated history."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I hate your company!" he joked sincerely, his voice suggesting something that Isis didn't catch.

"Well…alright, I suppose I do have extra time…"

"Great!" exclaimed Atemu.

He was so going to look forward to his history lessons now.

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So what do you think? Review people to see what happens next! Oh yeah, next chapter has a song in it so you have to kind of use your imagination to imagine the characters singing! And the next chapter is when the summary happens so you've got to review if you want to read what happens!