Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Nefer Reswet Per-Aah ❯ Chapter 1

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A/N: OMG! I can't believe all the reviews I got for Desert Rose! Thanks so much for all the positive feedback!

Oh, and the title is in Egyptian, it means Beautiful Dream of the Pharaoh.

 

Nefer Reswet Per-Aah

 

\Yami…\

 

\Um, Yami?\

 

\YAMI!\

 

Yami stopped pacing the halls of the Millennium Puzzle to regard the teenage boy.

 

//What?//

 

\Thank GOD! I thought I'd never get you to stop. What's up with you lately? You seem…distracted\

 

No response.

 

\Okay, fine. I just worry about you Yami, that's all\

 

//I appreciate your concern Aibou, but this is something I need to work out on my own// Yami was feeling guilty now.

 

\Yeah, I understand. I'll check up on you later\

 

Yami sighed as he continued pacing the long confusing hallways of the Puzzle. He had been granted his own body only weeks ago, but he rarely used it, preferring the solace of his two-millennium home.

 

But lately, however, his home was beginning to feel like a prison. Over the past days, memories had been returning to him in dreams. They really hadn't been that bad, just memories of him doing the everyday duties of a pharaoh. But yesterday, his dream had been…startling to say the least.

 

The dream had been vivid like always. He could hear the faint murmurs in the large chamber and the wooden sounds of the instruments being played. The soft sound of feet pattering against the cool stone floor in rhythm still sang in his ears. And, among them all, had been Seto's past re-incarnate, Seth, whom he found that he had an unyielding attraction to. He could understand it, he was a different person back then…but that did not help him.

 

After he awoke, he could still feel the tingling sensation of Seth's warm lips against his and the feeling of completeness. Ever since then, he had felt the desire, the need to feel that way again, and he had found himself wishing he was pressed against the cold CEO, glacier eyes staring at him lovingly. And it pained him to know it would never happen.

 

But that didn't stop his mind from dreaming. And dream he did, every night, of a love he could never have, of a passion that he yearned for like the starved did food. Yami growled out in frustration and slammed his fist against the wall of his Millennium Puzzle. Why couldn't his feelings see logic? Why did he lie in a cold empty bed and cry at night? And why, just why, couldn't he be held tight against the one he so desperately wanted?

 

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Seto glared at the computer screen in front of him with bleary eyes. Stupid computer for not working earlier, stupid job for keeping him up so late, stupid step-father for making him cold, stupid dreams for messing up his perfectly paced reality…

 

Seto could swear some god was out to get him. What else could explain the discerning dreams that startled his waking mind? And just where the hell had him getting together with a pharaoh Yami come from? Before he hadn't cared one way or another about the preaching spirit, but now that he noticed, little things were starting to click.

 

Like how Yami had yet to leave the puzzle even though he had a body, for example.

 

Seto furiously shook his head. No, no, no! He would not start caring about his rival, or fall in love with him. No. He would not.

 

Riiiight…

 

Seto frowned at the bright screen. His conscience was mocking him. A frustrated groan left his lips as his head fell into his hands. This sense of falling between reality and fantasy was really getting to him. Of all the people his mind could have chosen, it just had to be him. Seto groaned again as his eyes fell on the clock in the lower right corner of his computer screen. It was four in the morning; much too early in the morning to be calling anyone.

 

`Maybe I'll call Yugi in the morning to see if I can talk to Yami…maybe he'll know what's going on and can help get out of this hole I've dug myself in.'

 

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Warm, gentle lips pressed against his as life slowly drained from him. “One day Seth, by the power of Ra, we will be reunited…this I promise.”

 

Then darkness.

 

Yami woke up with a start. His memories plagued him constantly…why couldn't his mind just let go?! He could never have Seth again nor Seto, so what was the point in wishing for something you can never have?

 

\Yami, are you awake?\

 

Yami blinked up at the ceiling a couple of times to gather his thoughts.

 

//Yes Aibou, is something wrong?//

 

\No, but someone is here to see you. I told him you didn't want to be disturbed, but he insisted/

 

Yami sighed, running his hand over his weary face.

 

//Alright, where is this person at?//

 

\In the living room, where I'm at. I'll leave the Puzzle on the coffee table while I continue to run the shop. Unless you want me to stay?\

 

//No, that's alright.//

 

Yugi gave a mental nod, along with an encouraging smile, and left.

 

Yami rose out of bed, stretching slightly. He off-handedly noticed he was still in his Egyptian clothes. It's not as if he didn't like them; on the contrary, he loved his golden cotton kilt, comfortable moccasin shoes, and soft maroon tank top. But this was modern times, so he thought it would be better for him to wear something different. He called upon his Egyptian powers, and instantly he was garbed in a skin tight gray t-shirt, black boots, and snug black leather jeans. Satisfied with his attire, he called upon his powers again and transported himself out of the Puzzle.

 

 

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Seto had decided it would be better for him to talk to Yami in person, so around seven in the morning he headed out to Yugi's place. He often worked from home on Saturdays, so he figured he could take an hour or so to drive over to the Kami Game Shop and talk to Yugi.

 

Yugi looked up from the magazine he was flipping through when the bell on the door to the shop chimed. The person who walked through was the last person he head expected.

 

“Kaiba!” Yugi said in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

 

Seto frowned at the mini version of Yami. “I wish to speak to the Pharaoh.”

 

Yugi's eyes widened in surprise. Usually Seto was denying his past; saying it was stupid. `Maybe he's started getting memories of Ancient Egypt?'

 

Yugi didn't ponder on it very long; he would find out when he would find out.

 

“Yami doesn't want to be disturbed, he's been…depressed lately.”

 

Seto arched an eyebrow at him. “I still want to talk to him Yugi, so tell him to come out.”

 

“Why should I?”

 

Seto was growing impatient. “Damn it Yugi, just do it! I have questions that need to be answered, and I'm not leaving until I talk to Yami!”

 

“Okay, okay! Let me talk to him. Let's go into the living room, okay?”

 

Yugi led Seto through the shop door and further into the house. He past by a small kitchen and entered a medium sized room. It had a single couch, a small TV, and a boom box. There was a red lounge chair across from the couch and a glass coffee table stood between said couch and chair.

 

Seto took a seat and watched Yugi as his eyes slowly went out of focus. He stood like that for a minute or so, then he removed the Puzzle from around his neck. He sat it on the glass table and left.

 

Seto frowned and was about to call Yugi back in when the Puzzle began to glow. Seto squinted his eyes against the bright light that flooded the living room. When the light finally diminished there was one other person in the room.

 

Yami stood next to the coffee table, his arms crossed. He then let out a lengthy sigh, closing his eyes without even seeing the other person in the room, and rubbed his temples tiredly.

 

“What is it that you want?” he said, the normal edge to his voice replaced by weariness.

 

Seto frowned at his rival; he really did look bad. He looked like he hadn't slept in days and his body radiated fatigue. For a moment he considered leaving Yami alone, but he had gone too far to back out now.

 

“I have questions I need answered.”

 

Yami's eyes shot open as he heard the bearer of the voice. His eyes blinked a couple of times as if not comprehending the person before him. He sat down and raised his eyes to the man before him.

 

`I knew this would happen, I just wish it wasn't now, when I don't have a clear head on my shoulders.'

 

“Well?” Yami asked inquisitively.

 

Seto took a deep breath, then began:

 

“I have been having dreams that I can only assume is from my so-called `past self' in Ancient Egypt. Am I wrong?”

 

“Not unless in your memories you are not a priest and you're not doing priestly things such as making shrines to the gods and making sacrifices.”

 

Seto shook his head. “Yami, I want an explanation. What the hell is going on here?”

 

Yami looked him right in the eye. `Such beautiful ruby eyes…No no no! I am not going there!' “You want the truth?”

 

Seto nodded his head; he was getting impatient.

 

“I don't know.”

 

“What do you mean, `you don't know?'”

 

“I mean it exactly as it sounds Seto, I haven't any better idea of what's going on than you do.”

 

“Have you been having dreams?”

 

Yami sighed. He hadn't wanted to go there. “Yes.”

 

“What did they entail?”

 

“That's none of your business.”

 

“None of my business? Yami, I've been here, telling you what was `my business' and-”

 

“You came here of your own will Seto; I did not.”

 

Seto's eye twitched. The pharaoh did have a point.

 

“Fine then Yami, if I tell you all that my dreams entail, would you tell me yours?”

 

Yami considered the proposition for a moment. “…Yes.”

 

Seto began speaking of his dreams, most of which included him running temples and paying homage to the gods, particularly Amon Re. When Seto began talking of the festival right after the yearly praising to Re, Yami's face paled greatly.

 

`Of course, no wonder he has come to talk to me about it. No doubt he is confused, and I am in no better shape than he.'

 

“Yami?” Seto had noticed that Yami had paled when he began to talk of that particular festival.

 

Yami swallowed. “Continue.”

 

Seto said he remembered himself as Seth dancing and drinking; generally being an outcast. He completely skipped everything else and went straight to the fight right after the ceremony. He talked of his fighting and using magic and then ultimately dying after a time.

 

Yami took a deep breath to clam himself. He had completely skipped them. What if that wasn't in his memories revealed to him. Or worse, what if he did have those memories but kept them secret because he did not feel the same?

 

As promised, Yami told Seto of his duties as pharaoh, of the long monotonous meetings with his council and of the endless nights of working out spells and deciphering what texts Seth could not. He told Seto that Seth was his high priest, and that they were cousins, though Seth had never been treated like royalty and didn't even know that fact. He talked of the festival as well, saying it was boring and completely pointless. He, too, left out the part of him and Seth being some-what `together' and skipped to the battle after the festival. He had fought in that battle as well, but died a few hours before Seth, or at least that was what he was assuming based on what Seto had already told him.

 

“Satisfied?” Yami asked tiredly.

 

“For now.” Seto simply said. “Until later, Pharaoh.”

 

Yami nodded, then retreated back to his soul room. Seto sighed and left the game shop. He was even more confused now, but he didn't know if Yami had omitted certain things as well. After all, so had he.

 

 

A/N: Hey! Here's my continuation to “Desert Rose,” hope you enjoyed it. Before you start panicking and what not, this will be a multi-chapter fic. Not very long; only four or five chapters at the most. More than likely, two or three. Please review!