Revertshipping (Jonouchi x Priest Set)

As a pharaoh, he technically shouldn't have done what he did. It was the duty of a pharaoh to go to the afterlife and prepare the way for others. But since he had always seen himself as a poor substitute for his cousin, he didn't feel very guilty about it. Thrusting one's name, and with it, one's soul, into the future was a forbidden magic.

Set didn't care, though. So instead of submitting himself to the judgment of Osiris upon his death bed, he murmured a few carefully memorized words, and his soul fell into a deep sleep.

It lasted almost as long as the pharaoh's, although, he had no way of knowing that. He would reincarnate at times...after all, he had had no idea when the pharaoh would be reborn. He could only resign himself to a half-existence while he waiting, never remembering who he was until he lay on his death bed again.

While his soul searched through decades and millennia in search of the lost soul of his pharaoh, he would be visited by dreams and visions. Most of the time, they were pointless, and had nothing to do with him. Other times, they were simply the thoughts of the spirits fleeing past him into the afterlife, bits and pieces left behind as they ran.

But suddenly, as the sleep wore on, something interesting started to play through his mind...

He was a tall, fair-skinned, and blonde boy, talking in a language Set did not understand. He wore strange clothing, and had a brash recklessness attached to his behavior. At first, Set did not understand why this boy was important. It was probably just another spirit slipping by.

But no, wait – that was him! The pharaoh! The blond-headed boy pushed the spiky haired boy playfully, and they both laughed. Set quivered with anticipation. That had to be the pharaoh. It had to. No other could look so similar.

Despite his excitement, his eyes drifted over to the blond-headed boy. The boy grinned with a wide, mischievous abandon that irked Set. That was a boy that had never known true responsibility in his life. Eternally cheerful, unless he was angry, and then it took too much time for the rage to settle.. Set had met one or two people like that before he had come to the palace.

But the pharaoh smiled broadly, his eyes sparkled, and he met the blond boy's outstretched hand with a strange hand-slap gesture. And then Set saw another vision: he could not believe it, but he was staring at himself.

But something had been lost in this reincarnation. He wanted...Set shuddered. He wanted to hurt the pharaoh. To kill him, even. Set did not want to reincarnate, not if that was the price. Such a rift between him and his pharaoh...he did not want to revert to that state.

And yet the reckless boy stayed near. Despite the terrible dangers the pharaoh faced, the boy did not turn away. His face was set stubbornly, and his fists clenched in determination. He would not leave. He would never leave...even though Set might try to hurt him, even though the shadows might rise up against him, he would stay at the pharaoh's side...

Set sighed softly, and allowed the dreams to disappear. He could not stop his reincarnation, nor change himself once it happened. He could only wait...and hope...and trust...

Trust the boy with the reckless soul but the strong heart...

A/N: This one was really hard for me. Mostly because of one reason: I HATE PUPPYSHIPPING. And way too similar to Puppyshipping. So, now that I've alienated probably half of my readers by hating on a super popular pairing, let's move on, shall we? Next is Revengeshipping (Amelda x Seto).