SUMMARY: Finally Atem can move on. His final challenge done and yet once beyond the gates, he comes before the Goddess Isis who offers him a second chance-but with a catch.
Sixteen years later, reborn to another world, Atem has been sent to U.A. Highschool under protest, unaware of a villain with a special interest in his Quirk.
Shigaraki wants to get his hands on the Hero in training with a powerful blood Quirk- too bad Atem is not so willing to oblige!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: WELCOME!
Yeah I know, I said I was done with fanfiction and then this idea latched onto my brain and wouldn't leave! So here we are LOL Enjoy my flowers.
IntoTheWilds
It was over. The final duel ending just like that and with little fanfare Atem stepped through the doors to what he hoped was peace. In the distance he could see remnants of his family, his friends and with warm white light engulfing him, he waited for that blissful finality he had been chasing after.
"You have completed your journey, Pharaoh."
Startled, Atem turned, blinking in shock. Of all the people he expected to see, she was not one of them. A splendour to behold, in a dress red as blood, gold weaved intricately through hair black as night, the Goddess Isis hovered above him and falling to his knees, Atem bowed.
"Goddess!"
"I am here to offer you a boon, Pharaoh." Isis intoned without preamble, her voice rich and soothing. "For so many years you have lived the life of another, gave up everything to save mankind. You have the option of moving on or...I grant you a chance to live again, reborn into your own body."
Atem couldn't believe what he was hearing. Truly? He could return and to his own body. It sounded like a no brainer, but these things were never so straight forward.
"Not to appear rude, Goddess," Atem voiced carefully, "but what is the catch?"
Her laughter lilted about him like soft music. Her eyes alight with amusement. "Oh, you are a clever one, Pharaoh. Yes, this offer comes with a condition. Infinite universes exist alongside our own and it is to one of these universes I can allow you to live again. You would overtime relearn your past, but you will not return to those you knew."
Atem fell silent as this processed. He could live again. Have the years he never got, but without Yugi or any of the friends he had made over the years. Retaining such memories could be a cruelty in a way and there was the other issue.
"And when my end finally comes...who do I end up reunited with?"
"Oh Pharaoh," Isis began, her expression gentle. "Universes are many, but the eternal plain is one. You could live through numerous universes and upon your final journey, be with all of them at the end."
So, he would see Yugi again someday, his family, his friends, everyone he had ever known or would know.
After five thousand years...what was one more lifetime?
"Then...I accept your boon, Goddess."
Smiling triumphant, as if she had already known the outcome, Isis waved her hand and once more Atem found himself engulfed in bright light. His vision receded, a deep exhaustion overcoming him, and darkness stole over his senses, sending him off to oblivion.
X.x.X
It had been sixteen years since Isis tossed him into a new life. His rebirth had been quite literal, and he was born—or reborn as it were—to Abasi and Khepri Samir in a very different world than he once knew.
Though it was rather similar to where he had come from, they were several years into the future compared to the world he left Yugi behind in. Technology had progressed in leaps and bounds, the world bigger, and there was one thing that truly brought a uniqueness compared to what he had once known.
Quirks.
Sometime around the early two thousands, a child was born admitting a bright light. From there, more and more births occurred with children presenting with some differing characteristic, where others discovered an uncanny ability by age five. Eventually, almost eighty percent of the population possessed a Quirk and in this new existence, that was the same for Atem.
It had been so strange at first, growing up and making new memories while haunted by the old. Eventually, it all blended together, allowing Atem to separate from then and now. He still missed Yugi and the others, but he wouldn't change his life for a thing.
At sixteen, Atem was built just as he had been in his previous life. With some mild differences. Lean muscles under bronze skin, slightly tougher than when he had been a Pharaoh. His eyes had remained ruby red, but the pupils were slitted and gone were his tri-coloured spikes. Instead, the red, blonde, and black fell to his waist, most often kept in a braid, long strands of blonde framing his face.
Like most at age five he had presented with a Quirk. He had fallen and injured his hands out on his parents courtyard, bad enough to bleed, when the strangest desire came over him. Reaching out, Atem manipulated the blood into the form of an arrow, when his parents came running after hearing his shout, they were stunned. Their son had developed a Quirk that was a strange mix from the both of them.
Abasi could create arrows out of any non living substance, where as Khepri could track anyone just by drinking a drop of their blood. They figured any child they had would possess a variation of one of their Quirks, but a combination of the two hadn't crossed their minds.
As he grew, Atem learned he could manipulate anyone's blood into an arrow form and soon came to realise, whatever the Quirk possessed by the recipient, the arrow would have a nice little bonus feature and with such a powerful Quirk, he was accepted easily into the Cairo school for Pro Heroes and was just a few weeks past receiving his Provisional Hero Licence.
To the once proud Pharaoh, it was the beginning of a whole new adventure.
Atem wandered through an alley, his sturdy boots cutting through dry sand, red eyes studying everything in the dark as he moved with skill through the streets of Cairo.
His Hero costume let him blend in with the shadows, his specially designed bow secured by his hip, alongside a collection of knives and a specially created syringe pump that came in handy for blood.
On his belt, he kept a blood supply in vials. Mostly his own, but some were donated by fellow classmates, allowing him a variety for his arrows. Custom made equipment also gave him the option to mix blood for a combo effect.
Even now, it amused Atem how different he looked, and he often wondered what Yugi would make of it.
"Arrow, come in Arrow."
Hearing the call of his Hero name over the comms, Atem reached up to his ear to open up the contact. "Arrow here, you got anything Abyss?"
"Nothing," Abyss responded irritably. "What the hell man, the Pros have us on watch…but there's no sign of these apparent illegal shenanigans. I've got eyes on every shadow here…nothing!"
"The information came direct from Salaam," Atem pointed out. "Doubtful he got it wrong…unless…"
"Arrow! On your left!"
Atem moved just in time to miss being struck, the thunk of a sword burying itself into the sand hard to miss. Red eyes snapping toward the owner of said weapon, his heart stuttered in his chest. He and Abyss were to keep an eye out for a low down drug smuggler, but instead they got the big boss, known only as Dread.
"Hey kiddo," Dread sneered, blackened teeth making the smile even more sinister. "Wanna play?"
Sword ripped free; Dread lunged again. Just like it said in his file, Dread was creating the swords out of his own bones, add in his very skeletal like features and his name was apt. With a curse, Atem spun away from him and reached for his bow, already crushing a vial, and reshaping the blood into arrows.
"Arrow! The Pros are on their way! ETA five minutes!"
Oh fantastic. He could very well be roadkill by then, but sure, why not take their time. "And where the hell are you?!" Atem barked back in return.
"Busy! The bastard didn't come alone!"
Of course, he didn't! Pivoting to the left, Atem brought his bow up and aimed. Thanks to the blood of a classmate who could duplicate objects, one crimson arrow became several and reigned down on Dread. The psychotic bastard merely laughed, even as some of the arrows found flesh.
"Is that the best you can do mini hero?!" He howled, laughing manically. "Then forgive me, but I'm going to have to leave you in pieces!"
Training had left Atem with killer stamina and enhanced reflexes, but he only could dodge so much. On the next swing, Dread finally managed to draw blood. Bone sword sinking into Atem's right shoulder and pulling a startled scream from the teenager.
"Oh! Pretty!" Dread cooed. "Pretty blood!"
Biting down on the pain, blood seeping over his gear, Atem used it to his advantage. His red eyes glowed eerily, and hundreds of arrows formed, all directed at Dread.
The Villain merely laughed. "Your arrows don't scare me! What's a bit of pain?!"
But Atem was grinning. "True...but my arrows are unique depending on who's blood I use. In this case, if I use mine, they absorb your Quirk, shutting it down temporarily."
"They what?!"
His teachers figured it had something to do with how his Quirk worked. Partial absorption that allowed him to manipulate the blood. In arrow form, the arrow absorbed someone's Quirk, but it only had a window of five minutes, before rapid oxidisation disintegrated the arrow.
Hopefully, it was all the time he needed.
A bow made it easier to aim, but if he had enough arrows, he wasn't about to miss his target.
Eyes glowing again, Atem sent the barrage of red hurtling toward Dread. Howling in fury, the man tried blocking them, but there were too many and when one ripped into the meat of his shoulder he shrieked with rage as his bone sword immediately turned to dust, his Quirk shut off. Reaching up, he tried desperately to yank the arrow out, but for whatever reason, only Atem could remove his own arrows.
Spitting mad and whinging like a toddler, Dread fell to his knees, cursing Atem to oblivion.
Panting, Atem kept a grip on his bleeding shoulder and spun around defensively when someone landed next to him. "Sweet Allah! Abyss, you scared me half to death…"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic! See your guy is down, so's mine." Abyss laughed, odd purple irises zeroing in on Atem's shoulder. "Shit! You took a hit!"
"Nothing that would kill me," Atem remarked, keeping his eyes on the sobbing Dread still trying to yank out his arrow.
To his immense relief, the Pros weren't too far behind. He figured he and Abyss would cop some attitude for engaging, but they hadn't a choice, especially when the intel had been wrong. Dread and whoever he brought weren't running a drug drop, they were geared to take out heroes.
No doubt some pointless message they wanted to send to the Hero community.
As paramedics patched him up, Atem still felt pride as he watched Dread being dragged away. He was really going to miss Cairo.
It was only a week ago his parents sprang on him about the life changing move to Japan. Honestly Atem was sure the universe was screwing with him. Of all the places they could have gone, that wasn't on his list. His father had decided to open his main office in Musutafu and Atem had been accepted to transfer to U.A.
Abasi constantly reminded Atem of what an honour it was to study at U.A. Highschool and where Atem understood that it didn't stop him from wanting to stomp his foot like an overgrown toddler and wail in fury. After all, his entire life was in Cairo. He had known Abyss since they were still swaddled for Allah sake! But none of that had convinced his father to change his mind and eventually Atem accepted he had no control over it.
It was times like that, he missed being Pharaoh.
X.x.X
"EXPELLED?!" Mineta stood horrified in Nezu's office, eyes wide and heart thundering in his chest. "You…What…You can't!"
"You'll find that I can," Nezu replied calmly, reaching for his cup of tea. "As I have explained, you have had numerous complaints of sexual harassment come across my desk in recent weeks, including your own classmates and such behaviour is unbecoming of a Hero and after the recent, most troubling incident, involving Miss Uraraka…Well…We're left with no choice."
"That was an accident!" Mineta shrieked. "I…I don't know how one of my popoffs got on her chair!"
"Be that as it may, the complaints still stand, and you will be escorted off the premises and your passkey revoked." Nezu informed him, undeterred by Mineta's growing agitation. At a knock at the door, the stoat jumped down from his seat. "I believe that would be your escort now."
Aizawa stepped into the office, dark eyes zeroing in on a trembling Mineta. He had gotten word of the expulsion the night before and honestly, it had been about damn time. Since the start of the year, the perverted brat had been tormenting the female students at U.A. Numerous complaints had been made, but expulsion took time, as did solid proof beyond he said she said.
Uraraka had to suffer that proof, but at least now, Mineta would be gone before he could cause any true harm.
"And this must be Mr Samir."
Yanking himself from his mental breakdown, Mineta set his eyes on a kid his own age standing just outside the door. He wore a U.A. uniform, was petite, with long tri-coloured hair pulled back in a braid at the nape of his neck, but the slitted red eyes and the way he carried himself screamed highly trained.
"This is what this is about?!" Mineta shrieked in fury. "You're giving me the boot to fit in this pretty boy?!"
"Atem Samir was offered a place even before your expulsion was brought up," Nezu responded firmly, his cheerful demeanour slipping somewhat. "Enough is enough. Your parents have been contacted and will collect you from outside the main gate."
Atem watched the last of the fight drain from the screeching boy and had to wonder what on Earth had he done to earn expulsion. With Aizawa leading him out, Atem took a chair in front of Nezu.
"Welcome, Atem," Nezu said cheerfully, the stoat clambering back into his seat. "I trust Aizawa gave you a thorough rundown of U.A. rules."
"More or less," Atem responded, thinking of the man's rather gruff personality. "I was told you wanted to see me before I went to homeroom."
Nezu studied the teenager. He looked like any sixteen year old boy, but there was something more to him and he wondered what it would take to learn about it. "Nothing to worry about. I just wanted to meet the son of my old friend Abasi. You look quite a bit like him."
Something he heard numerous times. Abasi greatly resembled his father from his old life, Akhnamkhanen, as Khepri did his mother. The counterparts often made him wonder was there a version of Yugi in this world, or any of the others, but he didn't try to search for them. Such pursuits were pointless.
Watching Nezu, he remained silent. After all, he never wanted to come here.
Abasi had told Nezu just how stubborn Atem had been in regards the change and he hoped he would be able to help him come around. Having said that, he did understand all the boy had been expected to give up and his fears in considering his type of Quirk.
Blood based Quirks weren't always favourably looked upon. Even Vlad King still received plenty of prejudice and he was a long time pro Hero.
It would certainly take time.
With a pleasant smile, Nezu handed Atem his schedule. "I know you will come to love it here. Just give it a chance."
Atem doubted that, but taking the schedule without a word, he grabbed his things and headed out. The 1-A classroom was easy enough to find. Both by the sign and by commotion.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN A NEW STUDENT?!"
Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, Atem knocked and stepped inside. Several sets of eyes snapped toward him, including who he assumed was the shouter. A blonde boy with red eyes blazing in fury.
"THE HELL! WHO IS THIS EXTRA?!"
Extra? Atem had heard numerous insults over the years, but that was certainly a first. Raising a brow, he passed no remarks on the furious teenager and went to take the only empty seat. Rude no doubt, but he had no interest in making introductions.
"Sit down Bakugo," Aizawa drawled, far too used to his outbursts. "This is Atem Samir. A transfer from the Hero school in Cairo. He is taking Mineta's place, since the boy has been officially expelled."
No uproar this time. In fact, the one called Bakugo merely scoffed and crossed his arms. "About damn time you saw sense in regards him. That pervert had no place here. But then…who says this extra deserves a place?"
When Bakugo looked back at him, Atem smiled predatorily, red eyes flashing. "Well…I guess you'll just have to wait and find out."
