A Past and Future Pharaoh
Written By: Lady Lunar Phoenix
Original Beta: White Swan
A/N: I'm having problems across all my fics in depicting text messages or dealing with characters speaking a foreign language. After all, in this case, I have a group of Japanese teenagers in Canada where the main languages is French and English. Since Ffnet seems to have a fondness for removing my visual markers. So I hope you guys can forgive me using italics for it. I might have to use them for ALL the outside of the norm types of story.
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"That explains why she had that Dark Magician card with her. But this sounds very worrisome, after all part of our sacred duty is to the protection of the original Tablets. So what could the Dark Magician been attempting to show her, and through her us, or for that matter pull such a stunt?" Malik inquired, part rumination part actual question. After all this was the beginning of a mystery it seemed, and no mystery came with all the answers at the start.
Bakura and Isis on either side of him proceeded to turn and give him a look that was pure 'ever saw a mirror?' Which caused Malik's eyes to grow wide and give his best look of innocence. "What? I never told anybody about the Tablets! Only that I wanted something in return for whatever help I supplied them honest!"
"However; it is odd that whoever it was managed to override the normal summons and enslaved the soul of the Dark Magician. Or even knew about Yugi and Pandora's Magicians' duel." Rashid interjected as he knew who Mahaado was. Older than anyone else in the group, his memories had started returning shortly after the return of the Pharaoh and the Items. Rashid remembered the magician as a child brought to the palace in chains.
Rashids' father had told him that Mahaado was a slave of the kidnapper who stole the prince. But the boy honestly didn't want the prince hurt and returned the prince to the kingdom. Despite being of such low birth, the Pharaoh took pity on the boy and let him stay in the palace as the apprentice to his High Magician. Back then he was considered a demon because no child ever had a fully formed and developed Ka, especially when he was so young.
Which was something that made Rashid a bit curious at times, how Pegasus could draw and create a monster based on the Ka of someone who had only shown his true Ka once? But if it was true that the spirit of Mahaado was roaming the world Rashid was hopeful that he could see the Magician again. He missed his old friend and wanted to resume the friendship they had three thousand years ago.
The group had returned to Bakura's apartment, settling down inside the living room with Isis as the reader while the rest had sat around listening to her. Now that the letter was finished being read they quietly stuffed it into a new envelope; while Bakura pretended that he wasn't even in the room. The game had stopped once Yugi and gang had gotten out of danger. Going so far as to place itself back where it was normally stored.
"Should we try to find Catherine on our own?" Bakura asked as he sat on plush swivel chair that he often Dmed from.
"No, wouldn't be right to bring unwanted attention to her if we can avoid it. Pandora was never one of the more stable of the group," Malik replied with a slight shrug. "Than again she's here in Japan and I found him in America, the letter never does state what country she was taken to when the magician took her."
"Um if it's not to much trouble… Could you please stop?" Bakura asked looking at something just off the side of Malik who was sitting closest to him.
"Stop what?" Malik asked curious.
"Um that lady seems to think your straight hair is rather fascinating and won't stop poking at it," Bakura explained.
Malik looked long and hard at Bakura before sighing and looking at the clock, "shouldn't we get to the hospital? So that Honda has some company when he's released."
"Agreed," Bakura nodded as he stood up before casting a glance at the adults in the room.
"I will stay here as I wish to study this book," Isis replied.
"I will stay as well, there are things I am curious about in that letter," Rashid put in.
"You want to try to summon that spirit?" Malik asked as he was standing before them.
"Yes, he would know best about the situation I would think, though he wouldn't explain it to an innocent victim. It sounds like he may have gone to find Yugi, if he has succeeded then we can find out more through that," Rashid explained.
"I doubt we'll be able to bring Honda here his parents will want him home, but we'll find out what we can before returning," Bakura explained to the adults before leaving.
Isis watched as the boys left the apartment before turning her attention back to the book. "Well are you ready to see if this book can do as Catherine claimed it could?"
"It would be good to see Mahaado again," Rashid replied with a nod earning a slightly surprised expression from Isis.
"You recall him as well?" Isis asked amazed her cheeks suddenly going red.
"I recall the first time I met him yet somehow deep down I know that I knew him after that one meeting as well," Rashid explained with a raised eyebrow at Isis's blush.
"I, too, recall him," was all she said.
She picked up the book that had been laid down on the seat beside her before opening it up. From the first page she could read what the supposed image was. Because Catherine was American, it was understandable that she didn't recognize Hieroglyphics when she saw them or could read them. The first simply read 'Come forth', the second was also simple 'Suffer with agony' with the third being 'be gone'. With a pen that had been resting on the small table next to her she went to the next blank page and wrote out the first order.
"Mistress how may I serve you?"
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Nearly everyone had, at some point or another, been seated at a table and the party next to them spoke only another language. Which back in another time would have raised stares, but in this multicultural era it was considered near normal. Even in a country where near everyone was bilingual, so when it came down to just 'why' all the people were staring. It had to come down to a simple yet understandable reason. There were hot young men in the room.
Yep presently several male dates were sitting at their respective tables silently fuming as their dates gaze kept straying. The girls in the room were trying very, very hard to position themselves around so they could spy this lone table. Was that Japanese guy actually born blond? It looked to be the case, but his table manners were a bit of a turn off, guy acted like he hadn't eaten in weeks. The kid was cute and apparently the tall elegant looking one was his older brother seeing that the kid minded him the most. The boy was probably going to be a knock out in a few years even if he did look near almost reversed from his brother.
Now that was a piece of work for at least a third of the room, with his tall imposing appearance, long coat with that meticulous clean cut look. Not to mention the fact he looked like he was used to superior quality restaurants or at least guests at his table. For another third of the girls in the room, the eyes were wandering over the punk of the table. With blond bangs and what looked to be black hair with red highlights or extremely dark red hair with it lightening up at the tips. He wore black leather pants and a black sleeveless buckled up shirt. Yet when the main courses were brought to the table, the punks soft politely spoken 'sankyuu' to the waitress won him even more of the ladies in the room. Leaving the rest of the room filled with grumbling guys.
"The food is very good," Yugi said softly trying to avoid the fact that his voice kept breaking up on him.
"Yeah the food's great Kaiba," Jounouchi chimed in as he dove into the fries.
Suddenly there was a flurry of cell phones being pulled out, numbers dialed and, Kaiba just had to wonder if they knew he spoke English AND French, squeals of 'He's RICH?!'. It was times like this that made him wonder why he wasn't a homosexual… Then he looked at Jounouchi and figured being asexual may not be so bad after all.
"Hey Yugi do you think the girls know that we understand them?" Mokuba asked in a soft hushed voice grinning like the little imp he was.
Yugi gave a look around the room through his bangs before smiling faintly, "probably not. But I only know one of the languages, your brother probably has the better understanding."
The meals went on uninterrupted for a while longer when suddenly a small troop of children came stampeding into the restaurant. The kids seemed to have a homing device far better than the Ring because they found Yugi pretty fast. Before the poor guy knew it he had about ten kids all around him holding small autograph books out to him. Shyly he took one and pointed to himself then the book with a question in his eyes the kids pushed the books more eagerly.
"I am sorry, but I do not know how to spell my name in your language…" he spoke politely as he looked at the children. It was clear in how he spoke that he was picking each word and pronouncing it as best as he could. A few of the kids shrugged while others just continued to call out his name and try to get him to sign the books.
"Go ahead Yugi they're not going to stop till they get an autograph." Kaiba noted dryly as he continued eating his meal. While at the same time not trying to make it seem like he was jealous that no one wanted 'his' autograph. Though he had to sign paperwork all day so writing his name was never a problem just one more time.
Mokuba grinned since, unlike his brother, he could see the two small kids clutching the Blue Eyes White Dragon Plushies that they were holding. They looked like they were brother and sister, while holding a pair of autograph books. They also looked like they were afraid Kaiba was going to eat them if they bothered him, which was why they were just holding the books out while nervously standing there.
He leaned over and gestured to the books, conveying the question of if they wanted Kaiba's autograph. For which they replied with hopeful nods and shy glances up at the taller teen. Mokuba grinned and took the books from them before presenting them to his brother. "Oh Big Brother… Please sign these."
Jounouchi nearly choked on a fry when Kaiba looked to be squinting for all of a second before pulling out a small case from inside his coat. From the case he pulled out a pair of surprisingly simple reading glasses, perched them on his nose and then signed the books. Putting the pen back where it belonged he was sliding the glasses off to put back in their case when he noticed the stare. Glaring in return as though to say 'one word and you'll be 'in' the doggy bag'.
"That's your name?" One kid asked pointing at Yugi's signature as Yugi signed another book.
"That is my surname… ah my last name. Back in Japan we write out the name of our family first then our own name after." Yugi explained as he handed back another book.
"You know you dress like you're a dangerous person, but you're awfully nice," one girl pointed out.
Yugi stumbled over some of the longer words trying to understand when Kaiba clarified it for him. "She thinks you don't act in the nature according to your attire."
"Oh… well, I suppose so but I like these clothes," Yugi explained when the entrance to the restaurant opened and several disgruntled parents came marching inside to pick up their kids. Said children squirmed and began talking to their parents in either French or English the duel languages losing Yugi very quickly. "I am sorry if this has caused you problems…" Yugi began slowly only the parents waved the apology aside as they scolded their kids for running off like that.
"Bye!" The kids left with their parents while waving to the group at the table.
Yugi sat back down at his seat before glancing at Kaiba, "is that normal?"
"Wouldn't know, big brother's demeanor tends to scare people away from asking for his autograph," Mokuba explained with a shrug and a grin. "Dangerous huh? That's funny I can't imagine you as being dangerous."
"I never saw myself as being dangerous… I admit that I never would have bought clothes like this, save that the Other Me looked cool in them. But I guess my body is used to these types of clothes so now I don't even think about them anymore."