Heeeyyyy... I made my deadline... I think I know how manga writers feel about their deadlines: terrible horrible things they are. But now since I made it, I'm allowing myself to read yaoi! Hurray! (If you didn't realize, I'm very hard on myself, and I said that if I didn't make the update by Sunday night (central mountain time or whatever it's called; Alberta, Canada) I wasn't allowed to read any yaoi for the rest of the month. Regardless to say, it proved to be good incentive. It's currently...wait for it... SATURDAY CMT! I AM THE MASTAH!
Akane: ...Calm the hell down, crazy woman!
Me: Never! Ah, yes. I would like to thank my beautiful and lovely reviewers: Little-Retard, Destiny Xavier16, kurinki, xxpinkblinkxx, Dutch Mew Anzu, Punk Rock Kitsune, Incurably Awesome, and Maiorah! You are sooooo awesome and make me super happy to have started this story! You win Kuribohs!
Everyone: YEAS!
And to IA, you get several invisible bunnies named Ryou, Bakura, Akefia, Marik, Malik, Seto and Yami!
IA: WTF am I going to do with all of these bun- BAKURA STOP MOLESTING SETO! YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO DO THAT WITH RYOU, AKEFIA AND MALIK!
Punkie gets her harem
PRK: HURRAY! DREAM SEX BECOMES REAL SEX!
And to everyone, in addition to Kuribohs, you get hugs from me and the cast, as well as cupcakes!
*Everyone noms food and hugs the peoples*
NOW ON TO THE FIC!
P.S.: I edited the last chapter due to the fact that I didn't like how I established Amanet's and Akefia's relationship. Also 'cause I wanted to call him Akefia to avoid confusion lol
When the Snow Falls, chapter 6
Truth, part 3.
Everything was dark again. Not only that, everything was silent. It was as if all my senses were put on hold. I tried to stand up from where I was laying, but to no avail. 'So I can't move either...?' I thought. Sighing, I just stayed in the perpetual shadows, just waiting for something; anything to change.
Maybe I shouldn't have thought that.
Almost immediately after thinking that, a great roaring came from the depths of the darkness, twisting and diverging into the area. The pain that had wracked my body until moments ago came back in short bursts, leaving me gasping in pain.
'I have to get out of here. I have no idea what's going on anymore!'
The only thing was: I still couldn't move. I started panicking, and I went straight back to an infantile instinct: screaming for dear life.
"Somebody, anybody! Help!"
I slammed my eyes shut. I didn't want to keep looking at all of these shadows morphing around me. Then, a gust of wind rushed around me and the roaring ceased. I curiously cracked my eyes open to see myself back in the gray swirls of the Shadow Realm. I bolted upwards, somehow able to move again. I clutched at my head and muttered,
"That...was fucked up."
"So, you're finally awake."
The other voice startled me. I turned my head, only to see Bakura staring at me with a condescending smirk. He was standing a couple feet away with his arms crossed and face raised arrogantly. I tried to scoot away, but a blinding pain in my stomach stopped me.
"You might not want to move."
I had to fight past the pain, and I winced as I pulled myself slightly away from him.
"What did you do to me?"
"I did what you told me to."
"Stop being stupid! What did-"
"Five thousand years ago..." he interrupted, "you and I were what one would call 'partners-in-crime'. Until you betrayed me, that is."
I was shocked. 'Five thousand years; is this guy freaking immortal or something? But those visions I saw just now; that guy looked so much like Bakura...'
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
Bakura started walking up to me slowly. I wanted to move away, but the injury in my abdomen said otherwise, so I sat there; completely defenseless. "We were so close; so close to achieving our goals. At least that's what it seemed. You...were never on my side, really." At this point Bakura was standing directly in front of me. I could feel his emotions emanating from his body, permeating in waves. "...How much did the Pharaoh pay you? To spy on me for him..."
I couldn't answer him; after all, anything that I could say would be a lie. I stayed silent, staring up into his deep crimson eyes. I needed some sort of clarification on these matters.
"Those visions... The images I saw earlier; what were they?..." Bakura continued staring down at me for a moment, then replied,
"That was a piece of your memory. Memories from when you were mine."
My eyes widened in surprise.
"Y-yours? What do you mean by that? You don't mean to say..."
"Amanet, you are seriously clueless these days." the Yami muttered. "We were childhood friends, closer than anyone else. Towards the end of both our original lives, we were lovers. You really don't remember that time?..."
I could feel my hands tremble despite the present paralysis in my limbs.
'This can't be. Lovers? And in Ancient Egypt thousands of years ago? This is just getting so far-fetched that I can hardly take this guy seriously anymore! And what was that name: Amanet? It sounds so foreign to me, but at the same time so familiar... What can this mean?'
Bakura chuckled slightly, and crouched down so his face and mine were at the same level. He grabbed my jaw forcefully and ignored my blatant resistance. His eyes searched mine, looking for some sort of recognition. I got scared, and slammed my eyes shut.
Then something weird happened. Like REALLY weird.
My body went numb again. It wasn't an unfeeling numb, but more like a 'pins-and-needles' numb. In my confusion, my hand reached out and touched Bakura's arm; which was still holding into my jaw. Then, I started speaking in a voice that wasn't my own.
"Akefia..."
Bakura's eyes widened and his mouth went agape.
"Amanet! It's you!"
'I' shook my head.
"I don't have much time. This child is indeed my reincarnation, but she is not me per se. I have to tell you everything now and quickly before the gods realize what I'm doing."
"What do you mean? I still have things I need to finish with you."
"No, you don't. I'll show you."
The spirit moved my hand to the left, right, then both of them to the center; pouring energy into each of the movements. The grey shadows morphed once again, this time showing the endless Egyptian desert.
Two small children were running through the sun-drenched sand. A boy and a girl with white and red hair respectively.
"Come on, Amanet! We have to get away from there!"
The girl seemed to be crying.
"Akefia, where's my mommy and daddy? Why aren't they here too? And Eshe, where's your sister?"
The boy turned with a look of frustration and despair.
"They're dead! They're all dead, and we're the only ones that got out! We'll never see them again and-and..." He turned away from the girl and covered his face with his forearm. He was crying as well now. The girl straightened, and ran up behind the boy and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"It'll be ok, Kefia. We'll always be together and I won't ever leave you, alright?"
The boy sniffed slightly, and turned to face her.
"Ok. Let's be together forever."
The scenery changed to a city. The sky was blue and cloudless, and the sun was shining bright. In the distance a great palace could be seen, towering over all of the other buildings. A pair of moving figures appeared on the rim of the great wall surrounding the palace. Jumping from the height of it, they fell fast. Thankfully there was a cart of fodder for the royal horses directly beneath. As the figures came into higher visibility, Akefia was recognized, his hair and blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind; and a girl around 16 or 17 wearing a black robe adorned with gold and jewels. Her hair was a deep red color, a lot like mine, and her skin was the same color as the man's beside her.
"'Kefia, hurry up! The guards will find us!"
"D-damnit, Amanet! Wait for a second!"Amanet chuckled for a second, then extended her hand to him. The whitette smirked as he took it, and pulled himself out of the haystack.
"Hey, you! Thieves! Stop!" a deep voice shouted behind the two. Glancing back for a second, they nodded to each other, and took off running as fast as horses.
The scenery changed once again, this time to a dark underground cavern. Torches lit the passageways ominously and flickered with each change in the air pressure. As the scene progressed, voices became evident. They started off hushed, but gradually got louder.
"We can use this girl, Lord Auknadin. She can be our eyes."
A loud grunt was heard as chains pulled at the small body, but her verbal response was sharp as a spear.
"I'll never agree to do that."
The younger man grabbed her face and dug his nails into her tanned skin.
"And you need to learn proper respect, wretch! Know your place!"
"No. If we want her to cooperate, we need to be slightly less... offensive."
The guard grunted, and released the girl. The priest emerged from the shadows and stared into the wounded woman's eyes.
"What we need you to do is just watch over your dear Thief King and tell us what he's up to. In exchange, we will grant you full pardon for your sins against the name of the Pharaoh. Would you agree to that?" His voice was quiet, but was filled with overwhelming intensity.
The woman smirked.
"You expect me, his right-hand-man; err, woman, to do something so stupid? The Thief King cannot be predicted. That's why he has never been caught. And I don't care about 'pardons'. I don't need approval from others to be happy!"
Auknadin narrowed his eye and brought his wrinkled face closer to hers. She scrunched her nose up in defiance, but the priest did not pay attention.
"Guards, unchain her." he commanded. They were reluctant to do so.
"But my lord, she's-"
"Now!"
They jumped at the sudden burst of irritation that the man exuded and unchained her quickly. Backing away, they drowned back into the darkness.
"I will expect to see you again with information." he growled.
Scoffing, the girl stood up and snarled. Her eyes were shining with annoyance.
"Ha, whatever. I'm not going to comply, but I must say; you are quite a great fool for releasing me so easily." She reached into her robe and pulled out a small bundle. Auknadin flinched away as she threw it to the ground releasing a puff of smoke. "This isn't the last you've heard of Amanet, priest!"
Outside the prison, a certain thief was standing around nonchalantly. Shifting around in the sand, he sniffed the air.
'Smoke?'
"Hey Akefia." a light familiar voice rang out from behind him.
"A-Amanet! When did you get out?"
"Just now. Damned fool actually let me go. He's such an idiot!"
Akefia scoffed slightly.
"They are fools, and their power from the Millennium Items breeds their overconfidence." He started walking in the direction of the setting sun. "So what did he want, anyway?"
Amanet hesitated for a moment, then responded,
"Nothing. Let's get going quickly."
He shrugged in response, then they both turned and walked away into the setting sun.
As I watched these events take place, I was scared to move a muscle. Bakura was standing beside me, trying to figure out what showing these events meant to the situation as it stood. And from within, I felt a strange power pressing me down. It was a strange sensation, no doubt; but it wasn't a terrible feeling. It was sort of like that dream I had yesterday morning: warm, but mysterious and distant. There was something hidden; as if it was dangerous to be discovered. The scene suddenly morphed again, and my attention was pulled back to it.
The sky was dark, save for the moon and stars that illuminated the world. The sand blew across the desert by the unfeeling gusts of wind that passed it by. From the darkness emerged two horses; one black and the other beige, with Akefia and Amanet on their backs. The two thieves had grins across their faces, toting large sacs behind them. They had just gotten back from a heist in a neighboring village taking their fills of gold, jewels, food and drink. When they were satisfied with their distance, they stopped the horses and jumped off quietly. Amanet broke the silence with a sudden laugh.
Akefia raised an eyebrow and asked,
"What's so funny? Whatever it is, it's put you in a good mood." He then smirked and continued, "Stop it already. It's creeping me out."
She tip-toed towards Akefia and looked deep into his purple eyes.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about things." 'And by things, I mean you.' She thought to herself. The female thief had a secret: she was in love. It was something that she was unable to control. One day she just knew that the old friend that she had been with since the massacre in Kul Elna was the man she loved. Amanet was head-over-heels in love with Akefia.
"What kind of things? You are aware that you're still able to tell me anything."
Amanet whipped around trying to hide the blush rolling across her face.
"I-it's nothing! Nothing at all actually."
The Thief King meandered around to face her. As she was about to turn around to avoid looking into his eyes again, she was stopped by a sudden embrace. The redhead froze, not knowing what to do. This was the kind of contact her heart yearned for, but now that it happened she was unable to wrap her mind around it.
"Umm, Akefia?" She whispered.
"Amanet, you are so easy to read. I've known for a long time." his voice was quiet; uncharacteristic of him, but it was as low and seductive as it always was. "I love you too. I've loved you for such a long time that I don't even remember when it started."
Her previously tensed shoulders relaxed, and she sank into the Thief King's embrace. As she nuzzled into him, she whispered
"I never want to forget this. I don't want to leave any of these memories behind."Akefia gazed down into her grey and red eyes. Reaching into his robe, he pulled out one if his spoils; the Millennium Ring. Amanet was shocked by its presence.
"Isn't that the-"
"Yes. One of the Pharaoh's priests, the one named Mahad, was in possession of this. But I defeated him in a Shadow Game, and now I have one of the items that our village was sacrificed for. This one, the Millennium Ring, is used mostly for soul manipulation. I can use it to hold your memories so that after death, you can still remember things like these."
Amanet stared at Bakura, contemplating his offer. After a moment, she nodded silently and added,
"I'd like that... If I ever forget any of this, I want you to use that ring to remind me, alright?"
Akefia broke the embrace for a moment to slip the cord of the ring around his neck. He approached Amanet again, this time gently grasping her jaw, and pulling their lips together. His lips were rough; not uncommon for people who lived in the unforgiving desert, but they kissed her with such passion, such emotion, that Amanet didn't even notice, and almost lost her balance as they kissed under the open moonlight. She did lose balance, however, when the needles if the ring were driven into her body. She resisted the urge to scream, but the pain was almost overwhelming. Akefia sensed her suffering, and started kissing her with more intensity. His tongue gently pressed against her bottom lip, and when her mouth opened slightly, he took the opportunity to rub his tongue against hers. She moaned lightly, and leaned closer and closer into Akefia's strong body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as their lips and tongues danced in the pale night.
As the pain from the Millennium Item dulled to nothing, the needles fell out of her abdomen one by one. Peering down at the ring, Amanet gazed longingly into Akefia's eyes and sighed.
"Does this mean the fun's over?"He smirked.
"Not unless you want it to be."
The scene fuzzed out as their lips reconnected. It was day again, but the sky was darkened by clouds. In the alleyways of the city, Amanet was walking towards the designated meeting place for her and the Thief King. She was stopped, however, by an unexpected visitor.
"So, we meet again." the voice was that of Auknadin, whom Amanet had not seen for months. "I hope that you will return the favor you owe us."
Amanet looked at the priest defiantly.
"I have nothing to say to you. I never agreed to give you any information, now if I may..." She tried to walk away briskly, but was intercepted by the royal guard.
"You will find that I will not be as kind as I was the last time we met. Now, the location of the Thief King; where is he now? Don't even try to be snide with me; we were in agreement the moment I let you escape from there."
She visibly panicked. Her hands were shaking and her vision was blurring because she knew there was no way out if this.
"I-we-"
"Amanet?" a low voice breathed from behind her. It was Akefia! "What is he...talking about?"
She whipped her face around to face her love. Before she had a chance to speak, Auknadin piped up.
"This girl has brought us straight to the Thief King! Guards, seize him!"
Despite his clear confusion, Akefia took no time taking out the weaklings that basically came running to their deaths. Once they were all dispatched, the only ones left alive were Amanet, himself, and the priest.
"Well, that proved rather ineffectual." the priest muttered bluntly.
Akefia brought his attention back to Amanet and asked again,
"What was that priest talking about earlier?"
Her face drained of color. He had heard the entire conversation! Auknadin was the first to break the silence.
"This woman is working with us. She has quite the debt to repay, doesn't she."
"No! I-Akefia, you know me more than anyone! I would never do anything like that, and you know it!" she cried.
The thief's fists clenched.
"...You traitor."
Tears were beginning to gather in her eyes.
"'Kefia, I never-"
"Traitor!"
Akefia threw one of his knives straight into the priest's face, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground with a thud as thunder crashed in the sky above.
"Amanet..."She shook as her name was called. Her body had no resistance to the implication to go over towards him though. Once she was close to him, she noticed a strange flicker in his eyes. They looked almost red in comparison to his usual violet.
From there, the sky split open, revealing two shining crimson eyes.
We were brought back to the general darkness of the Shadow Realm. I didn't know what to say to all of the memories I had seen, but even if I did, I wouldn't be able to: Amanet was still possessing me.
"What was the point of showing me all of that?"
Amanet looked up at her former lover with saddened eyes.
"To prove to you that I didn't betray you." She twitched slightly, then strained her expression. "I'm out of time, Akefia. Please, don't hate this girl because of me..."
A silver light shrouded my body, and I felt like a great weight was lifted from my shoulders. The prickling feeling vanished, and I was left alone with Bakura in the shadows.
He sighed, and turned away from me. The shadows suddenly dissipated and we were back in Ryou's front hallway. Bakura suddenly turned back around to face me, but he wasn't Bakura anymore.
"Akane-san! Are you alright? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"His voice was Ryou's, complete with brown eyes and not-so-spiky hair. I smiled weakly at him, and replied,
"I'm alright, Ryou-kun. But you really need to explain all of this Egypt stuff to me."
A/N:
Have you noticed that my chapters have gradually gotten longer? It amazes me!
Amanet: ...did we...
Akefia: ...I think so...
Me: ... I WIN THE '...' FIGHT!
Everyone: O.O
*cough cough* Okie dokie then... You will notice, no doubt, that I strayed from canon a bit near the end. THIS IS INTENTIONAL! DON'T TELL ME I SCREWED LIFE UP!
Ryou: Yay! I finally got some screen time!
Akane: ^^ and I'm out of the Shadow Realm!
Me: AND I GOT A BOYFRIEND!
Bakura: Imaginary ones don't count.
Me: STFU! ROAR! He's real!
Bakura: Sure...
Me: ...ahem. Disclaim?
Ryou: NO~!
Me: Who will disclaim?
*everyone steps back*
...You make me sad.
I do not own any of the concepts of Yu-Gi-Oh, Canada, CMT, Kuribohs, sex, cupcakes, weird memories, possession, flashbacks, the color purple, midnight kissing sessions under the moon, implied lemons, guards creeping around allies in Egypt, evil eyes popping out of the sky, or the idea of an author's note before and/or after stories. I don't think I missed anything...did I?
Akane: I really hope not, or else we'll be here all day.
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