Messiahshipping (Atem x Horahkty)
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He felt her presence four times in his life, and once more in his death.
The first time when Mokuba held out the Sky Dragon Osiris to him, announcing that due to his win, the card was now his. As soon as his fingers closed around the slip of paper, he could feel it—less a shock more a...heat. As though it had been sitting in the sun, as though that heat from the sun's rays was melting from the card and into his fingers, spreading through him and settling, comfortingly, at the bottom of his heart. A ray of sunlight that whispered soothing reassurances to him, calming the waters of his mind in turmoil over the thought of who he might have been a millenia ago.
The second was when Kaiba irritably handed over the precious Obelisk, and again, as his fingers closed around the paper and slipped it into his deck he could feel the pulsing of the sun's light growing and spreading through his entire deck, pulsing through him like molten light instead of blood. It was only this second time that he realized that the feeling was incomplete. There should be another piece, he thought. I'm missing a piece of her.
How he knew it was a "her" back then...he didn't know.
The third time he felt her was when Marik finally, gratefully handed over the final God Card. He didn't feel it as soon, this time, in fact, he didn't feel any warmth or knowing or anything at all, so that he wondered if he had imagined that warm feeling from the last two cards. But he changed his mind when Marik turned to let him see the secrets of his own memory engraved upon his skin, when he saw the letters that he didn't quite understand and the images that were only partially familiar and then the heat was pulsing in his heart and head again so that he felt like he was going to overheat and he knew. He knew in his bones that he was still missing one last piece. He had the parts of her, three slips of paper in his hands, but it wasn't enough.
The last time he felt her was deep in throes of his memories, locking deep inside his own Puzzle in order to see what had happened during his last life.
Back then, he hadn't had the strength to call her. Back then, even with the three gods, the shards of her, even with his name still locked in his identity and even with the friends backing him up behind him, he hadn't had enough to bring her back.
This time he did.
And she was truly as glorious as he had imagined in the depths of his dreams and subconscious, a beautiful being the color of the sun, the color of strength and confidence and courage and protection and comfort, wings spread wide and defending. The sum of the gods and the sum of his own existence pulsing through her heart and glowing from her eyes, not human, but not inhuman either, but something in between.
He could feel her warmth encircling him. Comforting him. Reassuring him. It will be okay.
She knew that he was scared.
That he didn't want to leave yet, not now, not that he knew who he was. He didn't want to leave his friends behind now that he was fully himself again. But he knew that he had to, or he would be trapped here, forever, and he didn't want that. But it was so hard to say goodbye.
It will be all right.
I will be here.
I will guide and protect you.
Always.
He met her four times in life, and once in death.
She was waiting for him on the other side of the door, because this side was herside, her realm, a realm of light and peace and protection. A place where she could wrap her wings around him, his friends, and everyone, in safety and peace.
You're safe, now.
You're home.
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A/N: Next is Messageshipping (Yami no Yugi x Yugi x Seto x Mokuba)
