Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dawn of Destiny ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Priestess: And, once again, with all the other fanfictions I need to finish, I'm starting a new one. You know, I might be terminally insane or something (most of my brothers would certainly agree), but I prefer to believe I'm just obsessed.
I'm also writing it because I've received several requests to write this or that and I've pretty much twisted it around and given most of the (present-day, not so much in Egypt) characters I care about (and their other half, can't forget that) somebody or another. The five most important are:

Casteshipping: Thief King Bakura (Touzoku Ou)/Pharaoh Atemu (Atemu)
Darkshipping: Yami no Yugi (Yu-Gi-Oh)/Yami no Bakura (Bakura)
Angstshipping: Ryou Bakura (Ryou, but most people call him Bakura)/Malik Ishtal (Malik)
Rivalshipping: Yugi Mutou (Yugi)/Seto Kaiba (Seto or Kaiba, usually Kaiba)
Fearshipping: Yami no Malik (Mariku)/Isis Ishtal (Isis)

Angstshipping and Rivalshipping were both requests. There's also Siblingshipping (Mokuba/Shizuka), Polarshipping (Mai/Jonouchi), Chaseshipping (Honda/Ryuuji), Mizushipping (Seth/Kisara), and probably more that I forgot to mention. But they don't matter that much-I may not even mention them, but in case you pity any of them for being alone.
This chapter is pretty much just thought, most of it from Egypt. The last part (the one in italics) is a diary entry.

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The temple of Kuru Eruna was not, by anyone's standards, a favorite dwelling among the people in Egypt-in fact, most people didn't even know it was a temple. All they saw was ruins.

But it wasn't as if they spoke of it. In fact, people had a tendency to avoid thinking of this place altogether-as if, by not mentioning it, they could make it go away.

But there was one man who couldn't make the tragedy and horror of this place go away-for he was a part of it, a large part, whether he liked it or not.

Touzoku Ou Akefia Dorobou Bakura-sama (or just Touzoku Ou for those who have better things to remember than the full name of a hot and slightly insane bandit king) wasn't in the best of moods today, not with his body still aching and the blood not washed out from his crimson cloak.

"Damn you, Pharaoh!" he hissed. "Damn you to hell!" Then he sighed, running his tanned fingers through unnaturally pale hair. "Oh for the love of…Why do I bother? He can't hear me. My voice is too imperfect for his divine ears."

The spirits of Kuru Eruna swirled around him, as if they could comfort him. "Interesting, isn't it?" Touzoku Ou asked, more to himself than to them.

"Interesting that I can remember so clearly my admiration and respect for the Pharaoh back when I was a child, fifteen years ago. But then, what can you expect me to feel? We were taught he was a god, after all. Interesting how your perspective on things can change…"

Touzoku Ou shook his head helplessly. "I'm just talking to myself. And you," he added, glancing up at the spirits. He sat up, clenching his fists. "Damn him and damn his little fan club! I suppose loyal minions are reserved for the higher class, too."

He snorted in disgust, but there seemed to be a quiver of doubt in his voice. "Then again, I wouldn't know…" Touzoku Ou sighed bitterly. "I wouldn't know…"

The spirits still swirled around him, and he could feel their despair. At least they still cared about him. Same with Diabaundo. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"And what would I know, anyway? I'm just a thief-a lowly piece of camel-shit, and he's the descendant of gods." Touzoku Ou half-laughed, half-sobbed with despair. "Lovely business, this hierarchy stuff. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that your very existence depends on something you can't even control."

He smiled weakly at the spirits, who were wrapping around him, wishing they could help. "I know…I wish you could help too."

Touzoku Ou gazed at the ceiling, feeling weak beyond belief. "But you can't." He sighed and pulled himself to his feet. "No one can."

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Atemu was soaking in the heated pool at the center of his atrium. His servants were there as well, pouring in fragrant oils and washing his back and playing the lyre.

Normally he would have enjoyed a time like this, but then he wasn't really capable of enjoying anything that much anymore.

Stupid piece of camel-shit…he thought fiercely, and groaned inwardly at his own insult. After all, it was an insult to the entire kingdom-saying that they had been bested by a 'stupid piece of camel-shit.'

Then again, he had never been good at insults.

It wasn't as if Touzoku Ou was the only one who was after him-just three days ago somebody had tried to poison him.

When the royal cupbearer brought his wine to him, he seemed nervous, and the goblet rattled as he held out the tray. Atemu had demanded an answer to why he was shaking and received none, so he angrily commanded the cupbearer to take the first sip.

When the goblet and tray fell to the ground, the crash echoed through the wide hall. The guards came running, and found the cupbearer writhing in the anguish meant for him.

They probably used poison from the eto plant, swift and deadly as a snake's.

But that wasn't important-in a few days he would probably forget about it. For as long as there had been monarchy, there had been usurpers-none of them had stood a chance to the Millennium Items.

Except one.

And those dreams they had been having? They didn't help.

Fine, he admitted it-to himself at least. He was lonely. He wanted love-why else would he be having such erotic and disturbing fantasies?

Most of his High Priests (and his High Priestess) agreed that the gods would bring him the one that he was destined to love. He snorted. Sometimes he wondered if gods really paid that much attention to their lives. Were they manipulating them and only giving them the illusion of free will? In that case, did it matter what he did?

No, he couldn't believe that. He simply had to find a potential partner and start applying the same skill and strategy he used in games and ruling.

And, most importantly, he had to forget those ridiculous fantasies.

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That's the eighth time this week-and it's only Tuesday!
It's becoming impossible to look at that damned Spirit without seeing
someone else-and it's always the same someone.
He kind of looks like him, but he has a tan and a scar on his cheek, and
his hair is shorter. And his eyes are a different color.
Come to think of it, the Yami no Bakura's eyes are different from Ryou
Bakura-what the hell? My life is falling apart and I'm thinking about
his fucking eyes!
You want to know how pathetic I am? I remember this: In three weeks, I
sent him to the Shadow Realm eight times (no duels or nothing, just the
sight of him is enough reason for me), four of those times in the same
week. It took him between an hour and six days to come back each time,
and…
Why the hell do I remember this?!
Anyway, I think I've officially given up on killing him. But anyway, that
isn't what's wrong.
I'm lonely.
And if you're reading this, I suggest you stop laughing now, or I'll be
forced to hunt you down and destroy you.
…
That's what I thought.
As I was saying, I'm lonely. True, I'll always have Yugi, but lately I've
been wanting…more.
I used to think that I would love whoever Yugi would love, but it's just
not the same.
I am the King of Games, and what is love but another game? What is
that phrase Yugi likes to use? All's fair in love and war?
Where have I heard that before?
It's decided, then. I can outwit any opponent, why can't I outwit a
potential lover?
Ugh, I just re-read that. Note to self: do not stay awake past midnight
writing in a little book your aibou gave you, especially not when
said aibou has school in the morning.
Yugi said I'm supposed to put my name at the end of each entry, but I
don't have one. So good night. I'm going to go to my soul-room so
Yugi can sleep.
Hathor, please don't make me dream.