I haven't taken much time to write the next part of this fic (I've been busy with the production of the school musical: oddly it's set in Japan! :P) but I'm hoping that this end result will appease everybody. Please excuse the use of Egyptian mythology and historical references (there are translations) so I hope that you like it. If you don't, however, please don't flame me.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Yu-Gi-Oh! series or any other titles named in this story.

Atem stood up and backed away from Anzu who sat on the bed, looking up at him with concern read easily in her cerulean eyes. Had she said too much? She knew full well what Atem's feelings were for her but did she really trust herself with her newfound affection? She looked down at her hands and began to sob quietly. She was such a fool!

"Oh no, my lily! Do not cry! Do not believe that I am upset, I am overjoyed! Hearing that you return my affections is enough for me! Why do you still weep, my princess?" Atem sat back down on the bed and held Anzu's shaking body close to his own. She looked up at him with eyes full of tears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Atem. It's just that I never knew I could feel so strongly, so surely, about anything. I know this is a little fast coming; seeing as I've only known you less than two days. They say love works extremely fast but I never believed it. I suppose that now I do." Anzu wiped the tears from her face and looked up into Atem's amethyst eyes. They, too, were filled with tears, tears of joy. She hugged him closer and mumbled something unintelligible.

"What did you say, Hemsut?" Atem whispered. ('Hemsut' was the mythological Egyptian goddess of Fate.)

"I just said 'I love you'," she mumbled. Atem's response was simply holding her closer to his body (as if they weren't close enough as it was!). He cleared his throat unnecessarily and tipped Anzu's chin upwards.

"I am going to give you a title, my lady," he said slowly.

"What title? Another goddess name, I suppose?" Anzu was very fluent in Egyptian mythology and looked forward to seeing what goddess Atem was going to name her after. Perhaps Isis (the Mother Goddess) or Sekhmet (the Goddess of War) or perhaps Wadjet (tutelary goddess of Lower Egypt and the Protector of the Pharaoh).

"I am going to give you the name 'Lady Mafdet'." She looked up at him with wild eyes. Mafdet was the goddess who protected the king's chambers, often depicted as a panther. She was so honored.

"Thank you, Atem. That means a lot that you give me a name full of such power." She smiled up at him and pecked his cheek lightly before rising of the bed and walking into her bedroom and logging onto her computer. There was somewhere she needed to go, and Atem was coming with her…

"We're going where?" Atem was dumbfounded.

"That's right! I have two tickets to Cairo, Egypt. We're going back to your home!" Atem was trying not to jump up from his seat and kiss Anzu with as much passion as he could muster but he restrained himself. Anzu continued, "I will warn you, however, people will not recognize you as the prince you once were. That was centuries ago! On a side note, we'll have to get you some modern clothes…" Atem was still clothed in his Egyptian garb; he'd stick out like a sore thumb.

"So my people will not see me as their Prince?" Atem asked. He was slightly disappointed at this news but it made sense. Seeing a pharaoh would be a little strange in this modern world, he thought.

"I'm going to take you to some historical sites that I'm sure you'll remember," Anzu said and pointed to some pictures on a brochure she held in her hand. "We'll go see the Great Pyramids of Giza, then go see Abu-Simbel (built by Ramses the Second), and maybe the Colossi of Memnon (the Colossi are two 19.5 foot statues of Amenhotep built in the 18th Dynasty at a temple in Thebes)."

"Yes! I remember these places!" Atem was impressed by her knowledge of his world. He hoped in time that he would be as knowledgeable about her world, too.

"It looks so small from up here," Atem remarked, looking out the plane window onto the sandy desert plains of the Sahara Desert.

"Yes, it is a little surreal, isn't it?" Anzu wasn't paying any attention to the scenery, she was too busy admiring Atem's new look. He wore dark-wash denim jeans, Chuck Taylor Converse sneakers, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket with his Object around his neck on a sturdy chain.

"Rawr," she mumbled to herself. Atem caught her flirtatious purr and smiled his award-winning smile.

"Rawr, to you as well, Mafdet," he muttered quietly. He reached for her hand and entwined her fingers with his.

"Welcome to Cairo! I hope that you enjoy your stay in this country rich with history!" The friendly attendant on the flight chirped over the PA system. Atem and Anzu unbuckled themselves and gathered their bags from the overhead bins. Stepping off the plane and into the African heat Atem never felt more alive. Anzu's hand, which was still in his, squeezed his fingers gently. He looked down at her and she smiled.

"Welcome home, Pharaoh," she said.

Yeah, I did a little research for this story, but in reality I'm quite the Ancient Egyptian historian. Don't ask me why, but I am! So please R&R and tell me what you think! –Shelby-