1A/N I know! I know! I haven't updated in forever! It isn't that I have writers block but that I'm too lazy! That is all over now though. I'm out for the summer but I will be gone most of July so I have to update now or never. Hope you like it! I don't own YGO

Yugi to Yami

Yami to Yugi

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"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can get you, my prince?" a servant asked quizzically at Yugi's blank expression. "Do pardon my intrusion. I am just worried about you. You're not usually this quiet."

Yugi forced a smile and shook his head. "I'm fine. I don't need anything." He replied. "Thanks...ah.."

"Ashley" she stated as she crossed her arms. She scrutinized him closely and starred at the golden pyramid in his hands. "You've been acting strange ever since you solved that thing. Is there anything you want to talk about?" She said softly.

Yugi shook his head. "I told you, I'm fine."

Ashley winced at his short temper. "Then I shall make my leave and give you some privacy." She stated, refusing to lift her eyes from the ground.

Yugi watched her slide out of the room. He took a close look at his surroundings that the people in this place called his room. Marble walls were decorated with scrolls with writing in a language Yugi didn't understand. The floor was a brilliant white marble that lite with room up with joy. A balcony to the right of the bed in which he state allowed a cool breeze to gently move his hair. Yugi almost sighed with contentment before he looked down at the golden object in his hands.

Yugi traced the gold lining of the puzzle as he use to do when it belonged to him before. He bit his tongue and placed the puzzle, somewhat roughly, on the marble night stand. An agitated voice broke the silence within his mind.

That wasn't nice, Yugi.

Yugi rolled his eyes, trying to hide the guilt he felt. He stood and started to exit the room.

Where do you think you're going? The baritone voice asked him again, this time more calmly. You can't leave the puzzle here. I have no way of telling if you're in trouble. Even if you wish not to speak to me, wear it.

I don't want to take it. It's a dead weight. Yugi mumbled in his head.

He could feel anger stir up the fine air. Yugi glanced to his side to see the spirit of his Yami looking rather crossed. He wore the same clothing in which he wore as pharaoh and golden jewelry still decorated this tan skin. He crossed his arms in defiance and stood in front of his hikari, preventing his leaving. Why are you acting like this?

Yugi sighed in frustration and mimicked Yami's actions. He crossed his arms and starred unwaveringly at the spirit. I don't have to answer any of your questions, Pharaoh. I want to explore. Let me pass.

The spirit winced at the comment. Yugi made it seem as if he didn't deserve a name. You know we need to talk. We are connect once more, hikari. I feel what you feel and think what you think. We both know our problems won't be resolved if we just ignore them.

"If I take the puzzle will you shut up?" Yugi snapped. Yugi took the spirit's silence as a yes and strolled over to the bed side. He roughly pulled the roped puzzle over his head and allowed it to rest comfortably on his abdomen. "There. Are you happy?" Yugi asked, realizing afterwards that he was speaking aloud.

A gentle knock came to the door. Atemu turned and as the door open, reluctantly went back into the puzzle. Yugi starred as the man who called himself his father walked into the room, shutting the door tight behind him. "Are you okay, my son? I thought I heard noises." He asked politely, taking a seat on Yugi's bed.

Yugi followed him. "I'm fine." He stated as he took a seat next to the stranger.

They were silent many minutes before the elder spoke, "I see you've given the puzzle a great home." he commented, gently taking the puzzle in one hand and examining it closely. "No one has seen the finished form. No one but the Pharaohs of Egypt of course."

Yugi snapped his head up and looked at his father. "You know about them?" he asked. Inside his mind, he felt Atemu stir with interest and listen to their conversation.

His father looked up at him, amusement dancing like fire in his blue eyes. "But of course." He stated. Yugi sensed him looking him over and Yugi examined him the same way. He felt a weird connection with this man though he had no memory of life with him before. Was this what Atemu felt when he went through his memory world? "Angel, my son, are you feeling well?" his father asked. His black and red bangs swept across his blue eyes. He looked nothing like Yugi's real father. A sudden look of surprise worked its way into his facial features. "You've met him, have you not?"

Yugi blinked in surprise. "Him?"

His father stood. He placed both his hands on Yugi's shoulders, "Has the great pharaoh spoken with you?"

Yugi felt Atemu's surprise as well as his own stir within his mind. "How did you know...?" Yugi trailed off in such confusion. Yugi, would you allow me to speak with him? Atemu questioned softly. Yugi scoffed in his mind and gave a sinister answer, And allow you brainwash me again? Ha! I think not! Atemu was silent and Yugi felt a prick of guilt consume his heart. He hadn't meant it to come out so harshly.

"You speak with him now, do you not?" His father questioned, excitement rising in his voice. "Has he said much? Is he content with the palace? Does he remember his reign?" Question after question spilled out of his mouth. Yugi realized he had been scowling when mentally associating with the "great pharaoh", revealing his thoughts.

Yugi nodded. "I'm sure he feels content about everything." It was a lie, but it wouldn't make a difference.

"Is he ready for the ceremony?"his father asked.

"What ceremony?" Yugi inquired. Atemu was listening again.

The king stood tall, examining Yugi closely with amusement lit in his eyes once again. "What has become of your mind today? The ceremony of separation. Surely the great king of Egypt would not want to see through the eyes of a mere teenager."

The comment hurt. Even though Yugi knew little of this character, it was a bruise to his ego. Then again, if Atemu had his own body, there would be no thought sharing or bickering back and forth. He would be free to do as he pleased. To find a way back home. Yugi stood, a grin on his face. He took of the puzzle quickly. He could hear Atemu give a weak protest but ignored it. "Yes! He has requested separation. He is eager to tell us of his great reign." Yugi said in a sappy tone that almost made him hurl.

His father seemed to take the bait. "Of course. We shall celebrate your solving of this pendant as well as the arrive of the king through dinner tonight. The ceremony should not take long. Be ready in an hour. The servant will see to it that you are bathed and clothed properly." His father stated as he took the puzzle out of Yugis hands. "And remember, my son." He said as he turned to leave. "We need the help of this king. If you are to become as strong as he is, than you must take in all he has to teach, you hear?"

Yugi gave a swift nod and with that, his father left.

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Yugi wandered down the marble hallway lit with torches. People bowed to their prince respectfully as he passed by. Yugi didn't even give a courteous nod in response. He rather liked being the Prince of the land. He never had high esteem, but here, where everyone worshiped him, even he felt important. No wonder Atemu wanted to go to the afterlife. With all this attention, who could ever turn back?

Yugi turned down the hallway towards the dining hall. People bustled around him, eager to take their seats for the celebration. Yugi hadn't seen his former yami since he had given his father the puzzle. In the back of his mind, he hoped the ceremony had gone well without problem.

Someone wrapped a tight hand around his wrist and pulled him behind a velvet drape near the dining hall. Yugi was about to shout out when he saw the familiar face of Irakih. He sighed with relief. "You scared me." He whispered.

"You scare easily." Irakih shrugged, no expression on his face. "Have you realized why I sent you here?"

Yugi furrowed his brow and put a hand on his hip. "No." He stated crossly, "Though, I do like the attention I am getting from everyone. I had no idea being Prince would give such a boost to my ego."

Irakih gave a snicker. "You feel powerful now? Wait until you rule the world by my side."

"Is that why you sent me back to this time. I suppose with me being prince, it would be easier to–,"

"That isn't it!" Irakih snapped impatiently. He looked around for people watching and when he found no one, he continued. "You do remember the visions or perhaps a better word would be memories you had earlier?"

Yugi swallowed hard. Burning at the stake. How could he forget. His father's death, the angry people, Atemu's murder...Atemu. Yugi's eyes widened. He killed Atemu in his past life. Yugi snapped his gaze back up at Irakih's cold eyes with realization. "You...You want me to kill Atemu."

"I told you!" Irakih hissed in a roaring whisper. "Do not say his name! I never want to hear that name come from your lips! In fact, I don't want you to ever think about him again! Is that understood!"

Yugi crossed his arms in defiance. Who is he to tell me what to do. He is starting to sound just like– Yugi blinked. Something was wrong with him. He couldn't think of his yami's name. He knew it, but it wouldn't come into his mind. Yugi blinked some more completely confused.

"I told you." Irakih growled. "I don't want you to think of him again."

Yugi blinked in complete shock. Did Irakih just stop him from thinking his yami's name? Yugi shook his head openly. That was impossible. Irakih didn't have control of him, no one did. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I may not like him, but I'm not going to kill him." Yugi said, returning to their other conversation. "If you want him dead, than you have to do it yourself."

Irakih bit his lip. "I'm not the one destined to kill him. You are. You remember what happened to the pharaoh when he entered his world of memory, do you not?" Irakih questioned, noticing a couple he4ading their way. His hand on Yugi's wrist tightened. "I have dropped you in a world similar. Like his, you will relive what happened in your past. The way you live may change. But the out come is still the same. You will kill him and remember this life. And like him, you will change. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you will change. And then we will rule beside me." Irakih stated. "I will wait for you after dinner. Do not leave without me."

Yugi attempted to ripped his wrist out of Irakih's grasp. "Don't tell me what I will and will not do. You're not in control of me! You're not–," Yugi didn't have time to finish for Irakih grabbed him back. He smashed his lips against Yugi's with such possession that Yugi couldn't find a way to push him away. In fact, his mind went completely blank. Yugi leaned against the man who was practically a stranger to him.

Finally Irakih pushed Yugi away and strolled carelessly down the marble hall, into the dining hall. Yugi starred after him, a look of utter humiliation, anger, and lust implanted on his face. How dare Irakih kiss him in such a way. Yugi wiped his lips angrily. Disgusting. Yugi thought bitterly. A sudden pain swept through his brain. Yugi clutched the sides of his head as his breathing came rapidly. This was almost as bad as his headaches only days ago.

"Yugi?" A strong voice called out softly from behind him. Yugi bolted into an upright position at the familiar voice. He turned to see Atemu in his usual royal attire, gazing at him with worry in his crimson eyes. "Is everything alright."

Yugi straightened his outfit and looked at Atemu directly. "Yes." He stated simply, though it was not what he was thinking. Actually, everything wasn't okay. He was just kissed in the most disgusting fashion, and he didn't like it.

Atemu looked at him doubtfully but didn't have time to press, for Yugi's father came out from behind the ex king. He smiled at Yugi warmly. "Angel, my son. I see you are ready for the celebration. And you and the pharaoh are getting along. Good. He is our guest of honor after all. We shall enjoy much of his stories tonight." He stated before walking along side Atemu into the dining hall.

It was nothing like Yugi had ever seen. People sat everywhere at wooden tables, silver plates and utensils in front of them. Torches and candles decorated the ceiling, walls, and tables, making the whole room seem white. A table at the end of the room held the food for the people. The king, Atemu, and Yugi made their way to the table just for them in the front. Ashley stood beside the table and bowed respectfully. When they entered, everyone immediately rose and bowed to the royalty.

There were five chairs at the table they were heading towards. Two were occupied by the lords of the immediate area. The king went to sit at the middle and Yugi was prepared to sit at his right hand. However, his father stopped him. "Angel, you know that the guest of honor always sits at the king's right hand."

Yugi bit his lip. He looked over at Atemu who looked rather uncomfortable. Their eyes met, "But of course." Yugi stated, bowing his head slightly. He felt ridiculous in doing so but felt it was the only way to make up for his embarrassing mistake. Atemu must have thought it shocking for when Yugi went to take a seat by his father's left, the former pharaoh starred at him with shock.

Yugi didn't meet his eyes. He watched as his father stood and gave a little speech on how the kingdom was blessed to have the company of such a graceful king. Yugi rolled his eyes and then spotted Irakih in the crowd. He was centered in the room and looking at Atemu with such contempt. Why did he hate Atemu so much? Yugi frowned as Irakih looked back at Yugi and gave a fake smile. He was goading him into trusting him and Yugi didn't like it. He was the boss of himself now. Not a slave to a pharaoh or especially an outsider. Who did he think he was kissing a prince like–.

Yugi was shaken out of his thoughts by a loud shatter. Ashley had been pouring a toast while the king spoke. He had picked up Yugi's glass and suddenly dropped it, spilling red wine all over herself, him, and the table. Yugi backed away in surprise. Rage flowed through his veins. "Watch what you're doing!" Yugi snapped, examining his now ruined royal outfit.

"I-I'm so sorry my prince!" the girl stammered. Her hands shook as she tried to pick up the crack glass, only to drop it again. With that, she fell to her knees, her head bowed. "Forgive me." She squeaked.

Yugi fisted his hands in anger. "Why don't you watch what you're doing and I won't have to forgive you next time!" He spat. He now had the undivided attention of his people, as well as Atemu and his father.

The king looked horrified, but not at the servant's actions. "Angel! Contain your voice." he hushed, trying to settle the matter quickly and firmly. "I am confident that the young miss didn't mean any harm."

Yugi ignored his father and continued his rant. "If you're so clumsy, perhaps you should be working elsewhere." He shouted with rage. Over in the crowd, Irakih smiled, pleased with how the young one was reacting. Yugi pounded the table with his fist. "I'm tired of clumsy people around here. Get another glass and for crying out loud, let me pour the wine!" Yugi growled. He picked the glass up and hurled it at the girl. It missed her head by inches and shattered on the floor.

The girl jumped and squeaked at the sudden crash. His father and Atemu were stunned. "Angel!" His father exclaimed, horrified. "You are embarrassing yourself, your people, and me in front of our guest." he hissed. He turned to Atemu who couldn't take his eyes of the fuming hikari. "Forgive him, wise one. Perhaps a good rest will help him regain his lessons!" He said adding a hiss as he turned back to the prince. "I suggest you leave before causing any further damage." he told Yugi.

Yugi felt a pulling urge to look at Atemu. When he did, his anger vanished. Atemu starred at him as if he hadn't a cue who Yugi was. Yugi quickly looked away, ashamed and slightly hurt by the glance. He looked at his outfit and back down at the servant who was now in tears. He hadn't meant to be so forceful, it just came out that way. Yugi blinked and looked at the people starring up at him in awe and fright. Several whispers and gasps rang through the crowd when he looked up.

Irakih was as cool as ice as he watched the scene unfold. Atemu made his way over to the girl who crouched shaking to the bone. He knelt beside her, eyes still on Yugi as he helped her up. "Its alright. No harm done. Why don't you go clean yourself up and sit beside me for our meal." He gave a weak smile to her as he finally met her gaze.

"Y-You m-m-mean that?" Ashley stammered, a tear trickling down her face. Atemu nodded firmly and gently pushed the young girl towards the hallway. He turned and gave Yugi another look of awe as he left.

Yugi starred back at them. "I..." He was at a loss of words. Why did he have to be so mean? He sounded exactly like the bullies who use to push him around. He sounded exactly like the people he protect others from. What was happening to him? Yugi looked at his shaky hands and then back at his father. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm so sorry." He barely got out as he left the room.

Yugi ran down the hall and managed to make it back to his room. He shut the door tight and slide down the firm wood. What is happening to me? Yugi wondered. Atemu's shocked look again appeared in his mind. Even he was ashamed of his actions. Yugi bit his lip as tears formed in his eyes. What would his grandfather and friends think if they saw him act that way?

"What are you thinking about?" A voice came from the back of the room.

Yugi snapped his head up to see Irakih sitting on the corner of his bed. "How did you get in here?" Yugi said shakily.

"I'm very proud of you." He smiled. "You reminded me of myself today. I couldn't be more impressed."

Yugi shook his head and stood. "Are you talking about that scene I made?" When Irakih nodded, Yugi felt more tears sting his eyes. "Are you insane? I completely humiliated that girl for no reason! I had no right to do that! Did you see the look Atemu gave me?" Yugi practically screamed.

Irakih's smile faded immediately. "You gave her what she deserved."

Yugi shook his head. "No! I made her wish she wasn't born. I made her feel dead!" Yugi turned to open his door. Maybe I should go back and apologize. She looked so scared of me. A servant, someone who waits on my every action was scared of me. Yugi opened the door, only to have a hand shut it tightly. Yugi turned to see a rather crossed Irakih starring down at him.

"You're not going to say anything. In fact, you're not going anywhere." Irakih growled.

"Let go." Yugi said firmly.

Irakih pushed Yugi away from door rather roughly. "You will listen to me!" Irakih demanded cooly. Yugi felt a similar pain rip through his brain as he had only minutes ago. He screamed and feel to the floor, both hands holding up his head in support. Yugi let out a muffled cry but Irakih's hand covered his mouth, making it noting but a pitiful sob.

Irakih grabbed Yugi's shoulder's roughly and forced him up. He threw him on the bed and forced his hands over his head. Yugi squirmed as tears rolled down his cheeks. Irakih leaned down and kissed his lips softly. Yugi felt the energy within him surge. Now was his chance, but he didn't take it. He couldn't. Lust spread throughout his limbs making them dead weights. Irakih broke the kiss leaving Yugi breathless. "You will learn to obey me, young one."

Yugi looked up at him horrified. He had to get out. Irakih wouldn't let go of his wrists. "Let me go!" He shrieked.

Irakih shook his head. "Not until you promise to forget this nonsense. Fulfill you destiny. Kill Atemu." He spat his name with disgust.

Yugi swallowed hard, "I won't kill Ate..." He was cut off. This time it wasn't from Irakih's lips but something else. He couldn't say his name. Yugi opened his mouth again to say that wonderful name, but it wouldn't form on his lips. Yugi blinked with shock. Irakih chuckled slightly. Yugi looked at him in horror. "What... What are you doing to me?" He asked, voice shaky.

Irakih smirked. "I told you that I didn't want to hear his name from your lips every again."

Tbc

A/N I know that was a terrible place to leave off but I tried. Hope you enjoyed it. Look for an update over the next two weeks. I have a question for you guys. You can answer it in your review or not, I don't care. Have any of you cut yourselves before? If so, even if it was just once, do you think it was worth it?