A Past and Future Pharaoh

Written By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

Original Beta: WhiteSwan

A/N: Had to adjust this to fix the next chapter

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"So why do we have to meet here?" Malik asked as he sat on a park bench waiting for the gang. Apparently it had somehow been decided that today was the day they were going to shop for some new clothes for Yugi. Granted, it was the second day of school resuming, however; Malik couldn't fathom why he wasn't allowed to wait at the school for the gang. Uh oh, Anzu at 12 o'clock and she was looking pretty mad at the moment; good thing Rashid was there. Heck even Jounouchi and Honda looked nervous around Anzu and if that wasn't a bad sign Malik didn't know what was! Bakura had been hanging back till he saw the trio and suddenly ran to meet up with the Ishtars.

"What's wrong with Anzu? And why couldn't we meet up with you at the school?" Isis asked once Bakura was in earshot.

"Ummm well, we didn't think it would be safe for Malik and as for why Anzu's mad…" with blushing cheeks, Bakura handed over a sheet of paper to Isis. However, after a moment of reading, the paper was transferred to Malik who, as he read, felt his eyebrows reach parts of his skull where eyebrows really had no place going.

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Ooh Ladies check this out. Normally we do reviews of new guys to the school, but we have to tell you that one of our own hit puberty, with apparently enough force to move the stars out of alignment. Yes, girls if you haven't heard, Mouto, Yugi grew an impressive height, with the added bonus of the fact that he already knows how nice the chest area of a girl's is. So where do we begin with our new old stud in the field? Ah lets work our way up from the ground, he was closer to there before after all. He's still wearing boots with those little buckles and he wear's the standard uniform but then again he's probably outgrown every single other article of clothes he already owned… I bet he's Commando even as we speak!

But as we already know he never keeps the jacket closed and never tucks in the shirt, which makes it easier to undress him with your eyes. Black belt and standard uniform with that black belt like choker around his throat. And just wait till after school when he straps on those wristbands… makes you sorta wish that he'd let you strap him to something, huh girls?

Now let's go for something we all know and love. Flesh. Oh yes ladies he's taller and looks his age, no more feeling you're oogling a child. Oh no, now you can legally look at him like you're own personal fantasy. Those slender hands that we've seen in action time and time again are bigger and longer now, but they still shuffle those decks and work those puzzles with the same magic.

Oh wouldn't it be nice to know what his hands feel like as they rub down your body the way he strokes his cards? And just imagine those amethyst colored eyes that focus with such a shy gaze switching from gentle humility around his friends to aggressiveness against those who oppose him!

Then there's the hair! Remember when you'd wonder if you'd get impaled by his hair, or use it to hang items from last year? It's down now, and interests have risen instead. It's feathered out just enough to give an impression of a young lion, and his blond bangs frame his face while his hair drapes its way down his neck and just past his shoulders. Who knew his hair was that long as it touches the bottom of his shoulders? Or that his voice, now with an added slip of velvet purr, could come off sounding like a cat… Something tells me if he growled we'd hear a kitty motor turn on!

Remember how we spoke of his hands? Well, we got the chance to see him use those lovely appendages in action during gym. Ahh he started off looking so cute when he was knocked down, blinking innocent eyes, veiled by his blond bangs, up at the guys. But they helped him up and instead of innocently flipping his hair back over his shoulders he actually ran his fingers through his hair to push them out of his way!

And if you somehow missed the bulletin he now lives with KAIBA! Girls of the school, he lives with the Our Lord the Ice Prince! My Co-Writer, who adores our Shy Silver haired Bakura, has also unearthed a newsflash! Apparently Yugi, the Ice Prince and the Silver Bunny have a new friend; an exotic blond Egyptian that spends his time with Yugi's group of friends as well! Yes, girls an actual blond haired, violet eyed Egyptian, how many times do you see a natural blond from that country? Girls we have a feast on our hands! As Kaiba stands for nothing, but, the best there can be no question that those tasty forces of the Male Kind will be at his mansion.

Girls I kid you not, Kaiba Mansion will soon be 'the' place to look at the finest specimen in Male flesh in Japan!

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"Wait… I'm a blond… and an Egyptian… Oh Ra, those loons are going to be looking for me?!" Malik exclaimed; all thoughts, and they were many, of teasing Yugi and Bakura dying instantly.

"Now do you understand why I said you couldn't meet us at the school?" Bakura confided quietly as Anzu growled, stalking back and forth.

"What's so special about that sheet of paper?" Jounouchi asked as he snatched it out of Maliks' hands and began reading for himself.

Rashid was a big man, living underground had done wonders for his build. Some might not think so, but it was true; without any of the other distractions the above world possessed around, Rashid had often spent his free time working out. Now, with his own past memories, he could see his father from 3000 years ago… they were actually rather alike. Rashid, despite the scarification on his face, had his fathers' build, even if it was hidden under his clothes. But his height and scars came off as rather intimidating, but he hadn't known that he was apparently also strong enough to defend the boys from the Wrath of Anzu.

When Jounouchi began talking about a very attractive girl in school possibly going for Yugi; Rashid, somehow, wasn't surprised when Malik and Bakura, with Honda in tow for his own safety, dove behind the older Egyptian. Even Isis looked rather alarmed as Anzu started beating Jounouchi over the head with her purse, kicking the teen and yanking on his ears at intervals. Was that Malik or Bakura trembling as they held the back of his shirt?

"Maybe for his next birthday Anzu should get Yugi a 'Property of…' type collar, perhaps engrave the words?" Isis suggested in her native tongue.

"See it's not just me," Malik retorted, apparently to something previously said to him.

"I think I hear my heart breaking…" Bakura commented as he watched Jounouchi get owned.

"No, I think that's some bone in Jounouchi," Rashid replied, wincing at a particularly hard stomp on the foot from Anzu to Jounouchi without love.

"So, does someone mind filling me in on why Jounouchi's about to look like he lost a bout against a pro boxer?" Honda asked looking at Malik.

"Oh…" Isis reached for the notebook and hurriedly began writing.

"Uh Anzu? Um… Hey?" Bakura called out, only to those fiery eyes focus on him. In a panic he grabbed Malik and shoved the younger teen in front of him. "You wouldn't hit a man with a kid in his arms would you?" He asked in his most desperately meek voice.

"KID?!" Malik was angry to say the least.

"Well you're younger than me," Bakura pointed out, while Isis tried to save the Puppy.

"Anzu I realize that Jounouchi has upset you once 'again', but is beating up on him really going to amount to anything?" she asked calmly while Jounouchi scooted for his life.

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"Mokuba I hope you don't mind spending your free time going through the mall while the gang plays with me like a doll…" Yugi cast a glance down at the smaller Kaiba as Mokuba stepped out of limo.

"It's ok Yugi, it'll be interesting I'm sure," Mokuba replied as he followed Yugi deeper into the park to… "Say Yugi, is that Anzu beating up on Jounouchi?" He looked up at Yugi… now that 'not this again' expression was a new one to Mokuba. Did Anzu normally beat up on Jounouchi? "Should I call an ambulance?"

"No, it's ok. Back before we became friends, Jounouchi and Honda often beat up on me and took my things. Anzu would then beat them up so they would stop," Yugi explained with a woebegone sigh.

"And you're 'friends' with Jounouchi and Honda?!" Mokuba asked in stunned wonderment.

"Ironic isn't it?" he replied as he joined the group, "hey I'm sorry that I made you wait."

"It is alright," Isis replied while Anzu snatched the paper from Bakura.

"Hey give that back! Yugi has a right to know his life is in danger!" Malik dove for the sheet.

"In danger?" Mokuba looked alarmed as he grabbed Yugi's hand tightly. Yugi couldn't get hurt! Seto needed a friend!

"Yes, from the female student body. They like what they see Yugi," Bakura replied with a tired sigh as Anzu and Malik fought for the sheet.

"Oh if that's all," Mokuba looked up at Yugi and grinned. "I'll let my Big Brother know to increase security around the mansion. Do you want your own personal bodyguard along with Mahaado? He might agree to it just out of amusement."

"Mokuba, go home," Yugi tried weakly as he lowered his head, blushing like the virgin he was.

"No way."

"Read this." Malik ordered as he shoved the paper into Yugi's hands while trying to fend off Anzu.

Yugi paled as he read it. Really paled… If paleness was a fight, he was kicking Bakura's pale ass all over the place. "Strap me to something?" He blurted out. "Purring voice?!" he choked. "Why me? My life is over!"

"Really?" Mokuba took the sheet from Yugi then shrugged. "Doesn't sound so bad. When they wrote up my brother they were talking about how he probably has riding crops in his room. It was dirty, talking about any girl wanting him better be ready to lick his boots… By the time they were done they made my brother sound like he ran a dom club rather than a Corporation. Hey, why are all of you staring at me like that for?" Mokuba asked, looking up at the assortment of teenagers who looked at him in amazement. Save Honda who was reading what Isis was writing despite Isis not looking at what he was writing.

"How…" Isis stammered out, shaking her head in disbelief.

"My brother heard them talking about him while looking at something. So he snatched the paper away and read it," Mokuba replied casually.

"Then told you? I need to talk to him about all the adult information he lets you get a hold of," Yugi noted with a shake of his head.

"Hey I'm not a kid!" Mokuba pushed Yugi in mock annoyance, Yugi giving up a step to the smaller boy.

"Hey Mokuba, how come Kaiba wears glasses?" Jounouchi asked as he dusted himself off as he finally got off the ground. Maybe, now that they were on the topic of Kayba he could get Anzu to forget about beating him up. But it seemed the question took the wind out of Mokuba's sails.

"Gozoboro." That name alone was enough to get the gang to somber up; that man was the source of a great deal of Kaiba's antisocial problems after all. "My brother had been working on a holographic program for game applications and Gozoboro came into the room and, just to be spiteful to Kaiba, changed a code in the program. The lasers damaged my brother's eyes, leaving him blind for a few weeks. When he got his sight back we found out that Gozoboro had stolen my brother's prototype, perfected it at my brother's expense and then sold it to a military for their training program." Mokuba looked down and sighed as he remembered his brother's anger, at both being stripped of his sight and of losing his program to Gozoboro. "My brother could have his eyes fixed so that he wouldn't need the contacts or the glasses, but he says he never has the time."

"That guy was a piece of work, wasn't he?" Honda shook his head in disgust as he read the explanation from Isis. "We better go though guys, we got a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in." With that, to help motivate the gang, he turned and left limping away while the rest followed suit.

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"What's with all the leather? Why would Yugi want to wear leather all the time?"

"Because leather is harder to rip off the body than cloth."

"…"

"You know if you want to make this real easy I can go into the back with scissors and slash my wrists open. Just end it all."

Yugi whispered this in a resigned tone as he waited for the tailor to come and resume measurements.

Mokuba was having fun. Two stores down Yugi had managed to restock his underwear supply, socks, shoes. Now they were in the store that his brother had made the appointment for so Yugi could get some dinner suits. Anzu didn't take the sight of Yugi looking so high class very well, actually she near fainted, so she was with Isis now in the food court, looking to buy some drinks. That was the PR version, what had happened was Malik asked Bakura why the tailor was feeling up Yugi's…, got gagged before he could finish the sentence and Anzu went down. Yugi didn't know; he seriously had no clue that there had ever been a discussion about someone holding his manhood. If he had, he may not have still been in Japan. The store was painfully quiet in the back where Yugi stood, Malik and Bakura were already uneasy and unwilling to speak above a whisper, not to mention poor Yugi. Then again, that was more because Malik feared the wrath of Anzu if he was caught making cracks about her fainting.

With Yugi's wild colored hair all they could really settle on was a black dinner suit, with the white formal button down shirt and typical wine red cummerbund. Yugi prayed to all the gods that Mokuba wasn't being a sadistic little kid by lying and saying the style Yugi picked was not the same what Kaiba wore. It would be just like Mokuba to lie so that Kaiba and Yugi came off like a pair of salt and pepper shakers.

"You are done sir," the man came back without the tape measure, gesturing for Yugi to go back to the dressing room.

"That's it? That wasn't long at all," Yugi noted, rather surprised. Somehow he had thought it would take longer then that to get fitted.

"Yes, with the measurements and your selection we can tailor the suits for you and alert you upon their completion." The man said in a formal clipped tone of voice… or dry as toast if one asked Malik. When Yugi came out from the dressing room he had decided to see if he could finish his shopping in one swoop, after all Jounouchi and Honda had gone to help Rashid take what they had collected so far back to the limo that waited for Yugi and Mokuba. After meeting the girls, the group continued walking along, looking for a shop that dealt with leather, while Mokuba kept an eye out to check for when the rest of their group reappeared. When the gang slipped into the local leather store Mokuba waved a hand catching Anzu's eye as she and Isis, having met up with the boys, carried the drinks along.

Yugi had already found his way to the black leather pants like a needle drawn to water. He went through all the pants, seeking out a pair that would fit him now, feeling the texture under his fingertips. Finally finding a pair that seemed about right he quietly slipped off to the dressing room for some privacy while Bakura seemed to be looking at coats. He knew when the rest of the gang entered the store by sheer volume in sound going up. He sighed as he tugged off the pair of pants he had barely gotten around his waist, finally resigned to the fact that he had to think a little bigger when hunting clothes.

"Ah… Anzu? Isis? Is anyone near?" he called out, waving a hand over the door.

"Yes?" Calm, lady like maturity it had to be Isis.

"Um, could you please get me the next size up on the rack?" he asked as he passed over the pair of leather pants, and was left standing in the dressing room only half dressed.

"Here," another pair of pants was provided for him over the door via Isis after a short wait.

"Thank you."

The size worked, he didn't expect any less having worn leather for a while now. Only he didn't feel completely settled on just wearing the same type of clothes as he did before. The school uniforms weren't 'him', and the leather he wore when he let his other self have the body felt it was missing something. Perhaps calling that being his 'other self' was wrong, perhaps just his past life? He looked in the mirror at the half dressed state he was in, the white shirt wasn't going to work he'd have to find something better. While at the same time perhaps a single hanging belt off the hips? He quickly changed out of the pants and got ready, now he just had to find the right set of shirts to go with the pants and he'd be done.

He left the dressing room with his decided on size of pants before hunting down more of the same types with only the slightest of alterations, some with slightly flared legs some not. But so long as the waist fit he was fine with the cut, he was never one for flash after all; then again he was still under Kaiba's watch he just couldn't be careless. He was close to paying for the pants alone when his eyes caught a long black trench coat hanging on the wall. Prodding through them as well, he finally picked one and went about paying for the coat as well as the pants. Some shirts were all that was left on his list; something button on would be nice, he decided as he paid for his things and the gang moved on.

"Hey Bakura what does 'commando' mean? In the way that the letter phrased it, I doubt they mean he's leading an army." One wouldn't believe this, but Malik was actually naively curious about the word. When Bakura whispered the explanation into Malik's ear the poor Egyptian openly gaped, while Yugi and Anzu had been blushing sine he asked the question. In retrospect Isis felt sorry for Anzu, for all the teasing the girl was getting. After all, Anzu had known Yugi since they were young, it would have been strange, not to mention stressful, to have a friend who constantly looked like a ten year old. Though Japan's law on age of consent was rather lax, most people had developed a decision that marriage and such could be handled when the person came of age, or at least one would imagine, by eighteen. But to have a friendship with a teen who perpetually looked like a child, which would be tough. Tourists, or anyone for that matter, who didn't know about Yugi's appearance and true age would probably have choice words to share with Anzu.

Not that Isis was having a wonderful time of things either; her memories were a bit spotted here and there, but her feelings remembered Mahaado clearly, from his calm demeanor to his firm touch. But there was also a familiar pain from when they first spoke again, when he mentioned his low birth the fact that it seemed to still hold him back, saddened her. She had him remove his headdress when she first summoned him from the book, which he obeyed without objection and somewhere deep down inside she knew he still was perfect. Yet now they were worlds apart, he a ghost and a monster forever in the service of the Pharaoh, she just a Tomb Keeper, she living to his dead and while he still looked 17, she was aging. Then there was Malik; he didn't take the idea of his pristine big sister ever having any feelings for anyone and had rather been vocal against her having a boyfriend or husband in this lifetime. If he had his way, Isis would remain a pristine virgin until the day she died, and woe to anyone who looked her in any suggestive way.

Speaking of pesky baby brothers…

"Yugi what are you wearing? We're leaving, as in now." Malik stalked into the dressing room like a man with a mission. Given his expression, probably a mission from a god.

"My pants ,why, what's up Malik?" That was all Yugi had time to say before Malik had dragged Yugi out of the dressing room and across the store rapidly… one would almost say he was trying to run.

Yugi looked horrified as he suddenly heard female voices asking Bakura where Malik and he were. Malik didn't even stop to look, he just grabbed Bakura on his way out of the store and now seemed content to run like mad. Yugi, because he was terminally stupid, had to look, and lo and behold, there before him was about thirty or more plus girls from school, all zeroed in on the trio of them.

Amid cries of 'YUGI!' and 'He's SHIRTLESS' Yugi began to have a healthy fear for his life, as did Malik and Bakura, seeing as the pair of teens moving away from the girls was also getting catcalls. After that, Yugi couldn't really recall what was going on, all he knew was that he was running for his life away from overzealous school girls with Bakura and Malik by his side. They tore past strangers who openly gaped at this incredibly odd sight while the screaming girls moved around the people with just barely remembered politeness. They passed a large decorative window where they could see outside; waiting by the door of a stretch limo was I-now-know-there-is-a-god Isono.

"Isono's here so we just have to get to the limo and we can stay in there," Yugi explained to the pair before turning them towards the escalators that lead to the first floor.

While Yugi and Malik ran down the escalators like a pair of scared out of their minds teenagers they were, Bakura went running down the escalator HANDRAIL…

Malik didn't know if he should be in awe of Bakura's agility and skill or disgusted by the level of fear the guy had towards a herd of girls. Then again it 'did' get Bakura down to the first floor a lot faster then the other two. As they tore down the mall they finally reached the doors leading outside into what was rapidly becoming evening.

"Mr. Isono, could you open the door for us?" Yugi called out, rushing to the limo while Isono did as instructed. But again, he had been Kaiba's bodyguard for so long that he knew the routine by now. Yugi got Bakura and Malik inside the limo before climbing in himself while panting for breath, never having known that running from girls could take so much out of a person than running from bullies. There was a stitch in his side, causing him to curl up on the floor of the limo while Malik and Bakura were slumped down onto the seats, Malik to his side, Bakura face down. Yugi started when the limo began to shake while the muffled sounds of the girls surrounding the long car filtered in.

"They're insane!"

"How is everyone supposed to get inside the limo with them stalking us?" Yugi moaned as he laid there, not even bothering to look outside the windows.

"What now?" Bakura asked when the limo's phone suddenly rang. Yugi crawled on hands and knees to answer it, while girls thanked their stars there was no flash on the cell phone camera as they took pictures.

"So how is the first taste of popularity?" Kaiba's voice came out smooth and amused from the other end of the line.