Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A PAST TO BE FORGOTTEN ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

Title: A PAST TO BE FORGOTTEN
Author: Yami Neferbre

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or Warlock or The Seventh Scroll, or any song that I use

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: NC 17

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, character death, rape attempts

Spoilers: None
Summary: When Yami suddenly disappears and his bond with Yugi is gone Seto, Yugi, Joey, and Bakura begin to panic, especially when it happened after an attack to the house from a mysterious group who know far too much about the puzzle. While Yami finds himself in modern day Egypt with no memory and no idea that he is being tracked down.

Status: 12/?

 

A/N: Started planning…….only have to chappie fifteen….i've been a busy girl for the past little while, and I apologize about the wait between chappies. And thanks for those that are still reading this fic and my other two that I have neglected for the past little while. CRIES I feel horrid for that, but the damn writers block was just getting worse >< (dodges apples and tomatoes) don't hurt me ^^

 

And I have learned my lesson, from now on I am planning out my fics so that I do not constantly forget things, which I seemed to do a lot in all my fics but Crimson Trust, lol.

 

/Yami talking/

(Yugi talking)

*Lostris or Taita speaking *

 

 

TWELVE

 

The sun beat down upon them with relentless force, its torrid heat burning their flesh and raising their core temperature to record heights. Sweat covered their forms, soaking their clothes, and forcing them to remove layers as they trudged through the scorching sand.

 

The water within their packs had long since been warmed, the temperature only briefly soothing their tongues and throats, which were parched from the heat.

 

Along side them the two baggage horses huffed and snorted in discomfort as the salt crystals from their sweat began to irritate them. Their tail snapping about behind them, whipping at the flies or tiny birds that dared to intrude upon their personal space. The leather baggage was sleeked with the animal's sweat, the material shining brightly in the sunlight.

 

His feet burned from the sand, the flesh scrapped and raw from the abuse. He had long since removed the long tunic and long-sleeved shirt that Taita had adorned him in, leaving him in naught but a simple kilt. If his fever had lessened he could not longer tell, the heat of his flesh would easily mask it. Exhaling deeply he mopped at the sweat forming upon his brow with a bandana, snarling at the amount of perspiration soaking it when he pulled it away.

 

Taita moved behind him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “Tired yet?” he questioned softly.

 

Peering up into tender lapis lazuli orbs Yami shook his head, refusing to admit that he was on the verge of collapsing. His torso was paining him immensely, along with his feet. He did not want them wasting precious time because of his weakness, “Not yet,” he murmured in answer.

 

Sighing deeply Taita clapped his far shoulder, “Just tell me if something is bothering you. If that fever grows any worse then we may have a problem, but I doubt it will, the ointments are rather miraculous when it comes to relinquishing ailments.”

 

“I hope you're right,” Yami grunted, scratching absently at the bandages around his torso. “I am getting tired of being sick or wounded; I am not used to this.”

 

Taita chuckled warmly, “Don't we all.”

 

 

“Taita,” called Kratus from his position beside one of the horses. Acknowledging the man with a nod Taita urged him to continue, his arm remaining around Yami's shoulders. “We should stop soon, it is well past noontide and the horses cannot take much more with their load.”

 

Nodding in agreement Taita glanced up at the sun, confirming that it was nearly three in the afternoon, explaining the immense increase in temperature over the past little while. Blinking the sweat from his eyes he glanced at Yami, noticing the heaving of his chest before averting his gaze to Lostris. The young woman was leading the other horse, her brother alongside her as she struggled through the sand, her exhaustion clear.

 

Peering before them he spotted a group of tall dunes and curiously shaped tall boulders more than triple their size. Pointing to them he said, “Let us keep going till we reach those rocks, we can rest there in the shade.”

 

“Alright,” answered the others simultaneously.

 

Grunting Taita closed his eyes, nine more days to go.

 

It took them nearly an hour more to reach the rock formations, but to Yami it seemed like an entirely new day had passed by without them realizing it. Taita had been supporting him for that short length of time, knowing full well that the young mans pride was stopping him from confessing his discomfort.

 

Immediately they set up their simplistic camp, creating a fire from the dung that they had collected during the day, and cooking a basic meal. Taita had been forced to re-bandage Yami's torso, taking in the thick black scab that was forming over the wound, scowling at it and cleaning it as best he could before he forced Yami to down a sleeping draught.

 

The young former Pharaoh was unconscious in minutes, lying curled upon his sleeping mat under a thick blanket, mouth slightly agape as his breath played softly with a golden bang. The image was adorable, and the four friends could not help but stare as they finished their meal, admiring the luminous godly face of the young man.

 

Reaching out Taita gently brushed the single loose golden bang behind Yami's ear, “Sleep well, my Pharaoh”.

 

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Yugi, Joey, and Bakura were stunned when their three friends returned from `accessory' shopping. They had found out the hard way exactly how elaborate the group went on their little spree. Spread out upon the dinning room table was an assortment of both modern and ancient weaponry, ranging from the semi-automatic assault rifles to the Japanese Katana sword. Their eyes boggled at the sight, Bakura's from the mischievous thoughts running through his head, while Yugi and Joey stared at them with uncertainty.

 

“I did not think that you meant this type of accessory shopping,” Yugi gaped, innocent amethyst eyes turning to Nick as he gently arranged the four separate swords that he had purchased upon the table.

 

Chuckling Nick directed his gaze to Yugi, “We need weapons, as you can tell already these guys are not just using magic like all of your other opponents, they are using brute force. Seto, Bakura, Royan, and I will teach you and Joey how to use these so that you can help us in the physical battles that we will endure.”

 

Gulping Yugi reached out tentatively and took hold of a re-curved bow upon the table, removing it with trembling hands as he held it, shifting so that he stood in the position that he had seen constantly in the movies. Gripping the string he pulled it back, then loosened it, a small smile crossing his lips as the twang sound that the action created.

 

“I always wanted to learn how to use one of these,” he admitted, lifting his gaze to watch as Seto took the katana from the table, cerulean eyes examining the delicately designed hilt with appreciation. “When will we be starting?”

 

“As soon as possible,” Seto grunted, snapping the blade out of its scabbard, flexing his wrists and allowing the sunlight from the windows to glint and reflect off of the perfect titanium and steel blade. Cobalt eyes ran hungrily upon the edge of the blade, a deep writhing flame igniting in his eyes, causing them to burn with the intensity of an ancient warrior. “We cannot win this and protect Yami by sitting around and doing nothing.”

 

“Agreed,” Royan murmured, moving around the table and placing a gentle reassuring hand upon Yugi's shoulder, meeting with those pleasant violet orbs as the owner glanced up at him. “We don't have that much time, Chike is planning something.”

 

Nick nodded in agreement, handing a British Military Saber to Bakura, shaking his head with an amuse smile as Bakura smirked mischievously. “He's probably not very pleased with the fact that he lost both Yami and the Millennium items all in one night.”

 

“Not likely,” Yugi said, timidly placing the bow back upon the table, his eyes down casting as his digits gently traced the bows smooth surface. “He lost his advantage, now we have it I guess, or more like Taita and the village do, we really have no idea what is going on.”

 

“We will have an added bonus soon as well,” Nick added, dark eyes glancing briefly at each of them. “I called Mek this morning as a few of you already know, and he said that he will meet us at the border at the allotted time, and if they are ahead of schedule then they will fly to where ever it is that we are and call us. His squadron, as of recently, holds two hundred and sixty Ethiopian soldiers, all fit and eager to help.”

 

Yugi's eyes boggled, “Do we really need that many soldiers?”

 

Nick chuckled, “With the task that we need to do, and for the protection, yes we need that many soldiers Yugi.”

 

“Do we have any idea how many soldiers Chike has in his possession at the moment?” Bakura questioned, giving his sword a practiced flick before moving into the classic battle stance.

 

“Relevantly three hundred,” Royan answered, rolling up her sleeves before moving to arrange the weapons properly upon the table. “Two hundred of them at the moment are in the Valley of the Kings, scouring it and trying to find Yami's tomb. Fifty are patrolling Thebes, and the rest are at Chike's Mansion close to the valley.”

 

The group sighed deeply; this battle was definitely more dangerous than any of the other ones that they had been in over the past few years. Chike was not afraid to use brute force to get what he wanted, clearly this was going to be more of a physical battle, they would not be able to duel out of this one.

 

Gripping Yugi's shoulder Seto directed him towards the backdoor of the house, “We need to start training you two,” he said, signaling to Yugi and Joey. “You need to be able to defend yourselves properly. We shall start today for a short time, but from here on out, you will be working hard everyday with the group of us learning these weapons.”

 

The two of them nodded, exchanging determined glances before they allowed themselves to be led outside into the blazing heat.

 

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His chest had been burning all night long since he woke, while the rest of him shivered at the cool wind that drifted over them, playing softly with his clothing and golden bangs, seemingly amused with completely blocking his vision. Scowling at this he wrapped his shawl firmly around his shoulders, trying to keep the warmth within his body as he trudged through the sand, which still burned from the day's heat.

 

The pain within his torso had been growing for the past two days, and as the anguish grew so did the lightness within his head. This caused him to sway upon his feet, making it more and more difficult the last through the day, and travel through the thick sand beneath his feet. He stumbled constantly, one of his comrades catching him and holding him up right, steadying him before encouraging him to continue.

 

There was three and a half days of hard traveling, including what remained of the day head of them, before they would reach the hidden jeep within a certain rock formation. Yami was internally jumping for joy at the idea that he would be able to rest for the last three days before they reached the village, the last few days that he would have his memories still circuiting within his head.

 

Inhaling deeply Yami stared at the change in scenery beside them, awe in is gaze as he did so. The sand began to slop down as if a giant hand had come down from the sky and scooped it away. Along the edges rock formations lay in thick clusters, some sections over hanging the valley like a balcony. It was fascinating, watching the silver white stones scintillate in the soft moonlight that caressed the land.

 

Taita moved up along side him, tapping on his shoulder and pointing down into the small sand valley. Following the mages eyes Yami spotted a small pack of jackals laying comfortably underneath the rocks, watching them with weary eyes that gleamed gold in the darkness. Further down, upon the rocks was a large group of baboon, grunting warningly at both them and the jackals.

 

He smiled at this, curtly nodding at Taita in thanks before he redirected his vision ahead of him, concentrating on his footing as to make sure that he did not stumble again.

 

Several hours passed, the hoots of the baboons, and howls of the jackals dissipating to be replaced by the shrill calls of the falcons and hawks above as the suns golden rays penetrated the atmosphere and coated them with its warmth.

 

Mirages of water appeared before them, causing their mouths to swell and the saliva to increase at the want to guzzle down all their water. They resorted to sticking a smooth rock within their mouths, sucking on them for comfort, and to make sure that they did not become dehydrated in the heat.

 

Today was hotter than the first two; their flesh began to burn not long after the sun reintroduced itself to them after the cool air of the night. Now it was nearly midday, and their skin was red from abuse, and their hands shook from their blood slowly overheating within them.

 

Tanus, Taita, and Kratus were now walking with naught but a kilt covering the single necessary region of their body, the rest of them were bare save for the sandals upon their feet. Lostris had reduced herself to naught but a short skirt and tube top, while Yami on the other hand had to suffer with the large quantities of clothing because of his wounded torso. His constant glaring and cursing rapidly becoming the humor between the five of them.

 

Stumbling Yami lifted his gaze to the sun above him; his head was spinning from the heat and pain, causing his body to sway with each step that he took. Moaning he wrapped his arms around his waist, allowing his eyes to close and for his chin to rest against his torso. Feeling his knees tremble he cursed, I can't hold on, my body won't take anymore.

 

Hearing the distressed moan come from his friend, Taita averted himself and stared back at Yami, instantly taking in the swaying form and fatigue that had clearly over come the young man. Just then Yami's knees buckled as he tried to take a step forward, moving instantly Taita dropped down catching the former Pharaoh before he collided with the burning sand. Yami slumped against him, becoming limp in his grasp as the others turned to take in the scene before rushing over, gathering around.

 

“Yami?” Taita said questionly, reaching down and lifting the Pharaoh's face, staring down into exhausted and pained crimson orbs, said irises immediately rolling back as the owner fell unconscious. Cursing under his breath he cradled Yami's head against his torso, cerulean eyes lifting and peering forward into the desert. “So it begins,” he murmured, sadness gleaming in his eyes.

 

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From where he stood in the front yard, a bow in his hand and an arrow notched to the draw string, Yugi felt a pained twinge convulse in his head, causing him to wince and loose hold of his arrow and bow. Recognizing the pain he glanced toward the desert, violet eyes taking in the rolling dunes of golden sand. “Yami… don't leave me… not yet.”

 

a/n: sorry that this took so long…and that its so short for me, but I needed to get it up and going. Need to find a way to finish this fic… lol… I'd like some ideas on what some ppl would like to see happen… I need to finish this one quickly too.,…hopefully no more than ten chappies….hopefully.

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