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Chapter 6
Beginning
Ink on the paper
Foot to the earth
A staff in the ground
And a push foreword.
Clear the way for the king of thieves
He makes his presence known.
Stand weary, Pharaoh,
Your master comes.
Touzoku sat on the living room floor dressed in black robes with his eyes closed. Marik stood behind him wearing similar robes to be a witness for the gods. Around the room incense was burning releasing the delicate perfume of musk. Touzoku inhaled deeply and concentrated on finding Set, who was now residing in his soul. If he was to fight the Pharaoh and have more power over the world he had to make the ultimate sacrifice. He had to sacrifice his soul by giving it to Set and then allowing the void within him to become Set himself.
Touzoku straightened and exhaled. He found the dark presence within him, ready for the words to set him free.
An au unna ni Peta, en ta, resu meh mehta, meh amenta, meh abta; Nuk Setekh, nuk met, nuk djerew. Un mit-a. Nuk un rekesh-eksh-eth. Nuk shew!
(If ye are in heaven or on earth, in the south, or in the north, or in the west, or in the east; I am set, I am death, I am the end. I shall not die. I am he who is not known. I am free!)
Within him, Touzoku could feel something stir like an angry demon. He felt his soul being ripped from him and then Set took over. His thoughts merged with the dark god and he became as the dark one himself.
Marik stifled his laughter. He was happy, beyond happy, beyond words. Touzoku's eyes opened and he stood. Marik was confused by the silent gesture but he watched, waited for a change. He felt the new power and he knew everything had gone smoothly, but something in his friend's stance told him something else was going on.
"Tristan is coming," Touzoku said as though in reply to Marik's silent question. He turned to his friend and stretched his hand out behind him. "He has a gun, so I'm going to give you protection." Marik nodded as he felt an invisible force surround him like a blanket.
The door knocked then burst open. A gun was pointed right at Touzoku's forehead. "You're not a stupid as you look Tristan," the thief growled with a smile.
"It's plain as day, you freak! Tea was going to visit Ryou when she died. That same night the museum had been broken into and a whole police force destroyed…I only know two people who would have done something like that. Marik, and darker Bakura. So I come in here and find you. Who are you, and why did you do it?"
Touzoku stepped up to Tristan until the gun was touching his forehead. "Who am I? My name is Touzoku. Why did I do it? Because I could."
Tristan's eyes widened and he growled. "What the hell did she do to deserve it?"
The thief sighed and rested his head against the gun. "You're boring me. If you want to shoot, then shoot. I'm not going anywhere, but can you do me a favor and at least close the door behind you?"
Tristan stepped forward and kicked the door closed behind him. "Why don't you move? Fight me damn it!"
Touzoku sighed and stepped back. "Fine then, I'll fight you." He stretched his hand out to the side and a sword materialized.
Tristan frowned. "A sword against a gun? What good will that do you?" Touzoku raised his sword to strike with all the intent in his eyes. Tristan opened fire. Three bullets went through the thief as though he were smoke. No effect. In panic he fired two more shots and a wide, toothy, grin spread across Touzoku's face. One more bullet fired and all the gun did was click. Tristan continued to squeeze the trigger in fruitless effort.
"The good thing about blades," the thief said as he knocked the gun aside with the sword, "is that they don't need to be reloaded." Tristan tried to back up but Marik was behind him. He had pulled the knife out of the rod and now had it pressed up against Tristan's back.
"Coming here, was not very wise," Marik said with a venomous hiss, "Bakura is not pleased." Tristan's eyes widened when he heard the familiar name. Touzoku swiped the sword across his stomach watching organs spill out from the open wound. Tristan screamed and coughed. Marik caught him and slit his throat then Touzoku placed his hand around the new wound.
"I won't let him die so quickly," Touzoku explained, "I want Yugi to see this eventually. I want Atem to watch this one die when the time comes. He will serve me well."
"What do you plan on now?" Marik asked with curious hunger.
Touzoku closed his eyes and reached Ryou through the ring. "Ryou, we're coming over. Tristan's with us, so be prepared for blood. We're going to Egypt."
"I understand" came the reply.
He dropped the sword and reached out to Marik with his free hand. "We're stopping at Ryou's, then we're going to Egypt." Marik took the hand willingly and closed his eyes. Darkness enveloped the three of them and he felt himself being pulled by Touzoku.
When the strange feeling subsided they were standing in front of Ryou. The white haired boy cringed a moment at the sight of the hanging intestines. "I suppose he was meddling."
"He broke down my door," Marik replied with a giggle. Marik and Ryou held onto Bakura as he carried them through the shadows. The trip was a lot longer this time but still short.
When they opened their eyes they found themselves in the shadow of a palace in ruins. It was morning and the sand looked red around them as though the land were on fire. It was breathtaking. "What are we doing here?" Ryou asked with wonder.
"Restoring that which was lost," was the darker's reply. He walked up the steps and turned toward the horizon. Raising his arms he closed his eyes once again and in his heart he commanded the sands of time withdraw from the land. A strong wind blew and the palace around them transformed.
Paint appeared where once there was none. Chipped stone refilled and smoothed. Old hieroglyphs smoothed as though freshly carved. Pillars stood of their own accord and reaffixed themselves to their rightful places. Gold glinted and white stone sparkled. Buildings rose around them where once there was nothing.
Off in the distance in Cairo the Pyramids of Giza slowly began to regain their white polish. They stood like teeth of white marble. The people watched with wonder and fear as relics disappeared from museums only to reappear in their rightful places within the temples and tombs. Sands released their grip on the sphinx revealing secrets Archeologists only wish they knew. The great stone lion stared off into the distance with a smile on its face as the glory of Egypt was returned. The world belonged to this land.
Slowly, those people who inherited the ancient lineage, even if not pure, realized what was happening. The people who were once descendants of Pharaohs and other Egyptians transformed. The traces of other races in their blood disappeared and they had revelations of their own.
The world had changed in the time span of one morning. People recognized the existence of a Pharaoh, but they did not know him. People gathered and flocked in response to a silent beckon. It was the end of the modern world and the beginning of a new one. They came in their cars and in their planes. They came on trains, horses, camels, in groups. They came and they knelt, and they bowed before their new king. After one week the whole of Egypt was repopulated with its true people and all were turned facing their Pharaoh.
Touzoku stood from his throne after the crowd had gathered and raised his hands to address them all. "My people, the time of being lost is over. The time of being ruled by inadequate hands is done. Egypt, the lady of the Nile, the queen of the earth has been reborn by my hands."
The crowd which stretched for miles cheered. The power of Set carried his voice across the land so that no ear was left untouched by his words. "In ancient times there were Pharaohs who sought what they considered the greater good. They poisoned the land with sacrifices and unnecessary deaths which their children refused to undo. All Pharaoh's had the power I possess, but none sought to use it for the greater good of the people. Still, some sought more power and created items to rule the world with, taking the lives of people in order to create them. They stole lives for power. I sacrificed my own soul for mine. I sacrificed what was mine, not what is yours.
"There is one man in this world who seeks to oppose me. He was once a Pharaoh who's father sought power. His father killed my village for that power but his son, who had the power to undo this terrible wrong did nothing to right this wrong. He carries the sin of his father and seeks to destroy me. Tell me, people, who holds the greater good? Me, or the Pharaoh Atem? The incarnation of Osiris himself!"
The crowd screamed and chanted 'Death to Atem.' Touzoku raised his arms for silence once more.
"I am the incarnation of Set. Just as in the past I sealed my brother Osiris in a box and left him to die. Just as I tore Osiris to fourteen pieces then, I will do it again. I swear on the blood of my village Kuru Eruna, and on the freedom of all of you, that Set will once again have his victory, and the people of Egypt will once again have their glory as masters of the world!"
The crowd erupted into cheers once again and Touzoku let their voices wash over him. He was victorious as the king of Egypt, and now he would claim his victory over Atem. The world would remember Touzoku as a hero, while Atem was now forever cursed by the people themselves.
The most wonderful thing of it all was…
It was only the beginning.
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Author's Note: I have been waiting for this chapter for a while now. This is the vision I had for this story and now it's coming to life. Sorry I didn't get to it sooner. I'm afraid I may have rushed it a little.
Anyone have any guesses as to how this story is going to end?
