Star Crossed Lovers

Chapter 3 Something's Missing

He looked around. All of his subjects, his friends, his family. They were all here, as if nothing had changed.

'So why do I feel as if something is missing?' he questioned.

He walked around his area of the underworld, taking the form of the ancient Egypt that he grew up with and ruled. Looked at all the villagers present; their homes, children, pets.

'What is it?'

He made his way to the palace grounds; smiling at the sight of Mahad scolding Mana of something she had done, Isis looking on like him with amusement gracing her beautiful features.

'Where?'

Making his way to the gardens where Seto watched Kisara from a distance as she bent down and smelt the flowers with content.

'What have I missed?'

Continuing on to the throne room where a table had been set up in the center. His father, mother, uncle (still weird), aunt (that he never met), and advisor seated around it, talking of happier times and laughing. They offered a seat for him to join, but he declined, looking around at Kalim and Shada reading scrolls with interest before continuing on.

'Who have I missed?'

Finally his journey ended in his own chambers. The thoughts that something had been forgotten were still on his mind. It felt as if it was right there; that if he thought just a little harder that he would have his answer. He paced his room, stared out the window, and finally laid down on his bed with an annoyed sigh.

"Why can't I remember? I know it was important otherwise it wouldn't' be bothering me this much," he thought to himself aloud. Frustrated and deciding to sleep on it he turned his right only to be met with a chuckle.

Opening his eyes in shock he gazed upon the most beautiful creature he had ever seen under his bed sheets. This bothered him a bit because, while she was in full view, the upper half of her face was clouded in shadows; and yet something told him that she was indeed beautiful. Her hair was a raven black and, when he reached out and touched it, noticed that it was also as soft as silk, almost as if like water the way it easily glided through his fingertips. Her skin was bare and a much lighter color than a native Egyptian.

'It's light like Aibou's,' he noticed but at the same time knew it was different. Her skin looked like milk with how perfectly smooth it was. His hand traced along the curves of her body hidden beneath the covers, earning a twitch and giggle when it glided over certain ticklish parts. This unknowingly brought a slight smirk to the Pharaoh's lips as he continued his exploring.

When his hand reached her hip and started to go to the thigh, she slowly draped that leg over him, making it easier for him to explore, which pleased him greatly though he knew not why. When it eventually made it to her knee, the goddess spoke in a light teasing tone.

"Are you enjoying yourself my Pharaoh?"

He glanced over at her in a daze, his eyes slightly widening as she smiled brightly at him. Slowly she removed a hand from under his covers and lightly grazed her fingers over his upper arm, to his shoulder, and eventually across his chest; never once breaking eye contact, he guessed.

She then moved suddenly, shifting her weight so that she straddled him, hair falling over her shoulders and giving even more of a breathtaking appearance, keeping the blanket wrapped around her and he knew then that she wore nothing underneath, which excited him. He wanted to pry the blanket from her hands and rip it off her, showing all of herself for his visual and touching delight.

He suddenly took notice of a very familiar ring on her left ring finger. It was his mother's wedding ring, passed on from generation to the future next queen of Egypt. Now his puzzlement grew but was pushed aside when she giggled at him again.

His hand unconsciously moved to either side of her hips, holding her there so she wouldn't escape, all the while staring at the seductive, almost bashful smile she wore on her face.

The smile left her as she started biting her lips, which motivated Atem to start massaging her hipbone gently on both sides with his thumbs; which brought a soft mewl to escape her lips and had him smiling.

The hand on his chest started moving upward slowly, past his collarbone to up his neck past his chin and to his lips, using her index and middle finger to graze over them. As the hand started to move to his left cheek, he slightly turned his head, still not breaking eye contact, and gently kissed her fingers, causing her to retract them with a bashful giggle, which caused him to smirk more, thus making her smile wider. It wasn't long before they were back on his face; gently cupping his left cheek; her thumb caressing it lovingly.

"My Pharaoh…My King…" she whispered.

"My Sun, Moon, and Stars," he said back just as quietly, still in his daze as he looked at her.

She gave a half smile before leaning down, her hand gently pulling his face, urging him to lean up, which he did; closing his eyes and waiting for his goddess' lips to meet his.

…Then, suddenly, the warmth was gone; her weight lifted and the hand on his face vanished. He opened his eyes in alarm only to find that he was alone in his chambers and the goddess that was once here was gone. All at once, emotions hit him: Confusion, Sadness, Longing, and Emptiness.

Another chuckle brought his attention towards the door where his goddess stood, minus the blanket, she now wore a short white dress that stopped mid thigh and same colored sandals. Her soft black hair spilled over her shoulders and ended past her breasts. Her upper face however, was still clouded in shadows but Atem didn't care in the slightest. She wore a smug smirk on her face.

Atem went from shocked to lust-filled, wishing to continue their earlier actions he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he called lowly, looking at her with want.

Her smile widened as she shook her head no at him before beckoning with her index finger for him to come to her, which he would. He'd do anything for her, follow her anywhere. He got up and went to her, only to have her scuttle her way out the door; peeking back in for a moment to further beckon him. He smirked widely at her actions and followed her out of his room. He looked to his right as he exited and slowed as he found her back against the wall, her left hand with his mother's ring extending towards him. He made a move to grab her hand but she retracted it, tsking at him while moving her finger back and forth, while at the same time moving away from him.

He smirked at her smugly. He would play her game. He would do anything if in the end he won her; could hold her in his arms and breathe in her scent. He chased after her as she ran from him, her laughter bouncing off the walls as she ran. The moment he would get close, she pull even more ahead of him before turning around and running backwards; that finger of hers motioning him to follow.

Twists and turns, hall after hall they ran; him never quite reaching her. This went on until a room came up…a room he did not recognize to his surprise. Torches filled all corners of the large room and he noticed that on the wall straight in front of him was a painting shrouded in shadows. He looked and found his prize waiting for him in the center of the room, her hands behind her back while looking at him with playful innocence, and found a victorious smirk grace his lips.

He took a slow, almost predatory step towards her. "No where to run now darling. You are trapped and I have won our little game."

Her smile widened with each step he took towards her and was a toothy grin by the time he stood in front of her. He snaked an arm around her waist and brought her closer to ensure she wouldn't escape, her hands coming to rest on his chest, and brought his hand to the right side of her face, cupping her cheek and stroking it softly with his thumb as she had done earlier. Her smile left her face and, even though he couldn't actually see her eyes, he felt them close as she leaned into his touch. Her hands moved up to clasp around his neck and bring him towards her. He leaned forward until his head rested on hers, his own eyes closing as he enjoyed their closeness and the silence around them. His left hand went from her face to go around the small of her back to pull her even more towards him. It was as if she wasn't close enough to him, no matter what he tried.

"My love…"

Her voice had him opening his eyes to gaze at her before his brows furrowed in worry. Sadness and loneliness radiated off her when she looked at him, her fingers going and entangling themselves in his hair.

"Why are you distressed? What's wrong my love?" he pressed.

"I need you…"

"You have me…always."

A sad smile formed on her soft lips as she brought her head up to the side of his ear.

"Please find me Pharaoh," she whispered before stepping out of his confused embrace and beginning to fade.

Atem felt himself panic. Where was she going? Didn't she know her place was in his arms?

"Wait!" he called out, reaching his hand out to her; "Don't leave! Come back to me!"

'…find me,' the voice called before disappearing into the darkness and again he was alone. The feelings he felt when she first left coming back even stronger as he lowered his arm in defeat.

Silence stretched on for what seemed like forever, Atem casting a saddened look on the spot where his goddess once stood. He tried thinking of anything he could do to bring her back, to hear her music like voice. What brought him even more sadness was that, for the life of him, he couldn't remember who she was! He knew she was important, that she invoked the strongest of feelings inside of him, and yet…her name, the rest of her face, it all escaped him.

"Do you wish to see her again?" a voice said calling out and startling him.

He brought his head up to look at the person who spoke and found a young woman in front of him. She looked to be only a few years older than him. She was dressed in clothes that he had never seen before. Her face and hair reminded him of a brown eyed Isis or Ishizu. A little starburst rested on her forehead and he couldn't help but notice her skin was light like as his goddess. He snapped out of his haze when he remembered she asked him something.

"Who are you?" he questioned.

"I am Midoriko. Now answer my question; do you wish to see your lover again?"

Hello! I had a dream about this whole story and just had to write it down. I've been meaning to do a story about Kagome and Yami/Atem and just never had the right inspiration. All other stories were either never finished or not completely developed. Also I will be making adjustments to chapters along the way, replacing them with revised versions. I'll add a chapter with the revised chapter so you don't get false hope lol.

So first; didn't say it in the first two chapters but blah blah I own nothing blah. Also for the record; Inuyasha and the others will be referenced and I'm going to recycle an ending for that. Also, there is a reason for the adults' unusual behavior towards Kagome but that won't be revealed till much later on. Mrs. Hikaru will play a minor role.

Finally I must thank you all for your wonderful reviews. They make me smile =). Keep them coming; it gives me motivation! I will try to update as much as possible so bear with me. Also, while I do appreciate criticism, it helps me better the story, I don't appreciate flames. If my story is so horrible, go find another one; don't sit there and trash talk me. It shows me you have no life lol.