Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Life I gave for You ❯ Prelude ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything else that may seem familiar to people, save for the plot and maybe a character or two I throw in. Please Enjoy, and I'll try to include some humor, at least, `cause otherwise it'll get really depressing…

The Life I Gave For You

Synopsis: There was someone who loved the pharaoh, and taught him the true meaning of the heart of the shadow games. She forged for him items to help control the power, as she was a gypsy and a weapon's mage; she was able to place within them powers that could be united to form a special power. She feared; however, the power, so in secret, she forged a final millennium item, just one more, which she hid in a scar on her back that was given to her by a thief. The power still grew too strong… and something had to be done. The pharaoh couldn't handle the gods and the millennium items, and she was having troubled visions. The powers had to be handled, and there was only one way…

"Okay, this is what we have today. My pharaoh, we have meetings with the high priest, no not Seto this time…" I said. Was he ignoring me? I took a few steps up. His eyes were focused on the door.

"My king, should we go and get something to eat? Are you bored?" Geeze, I was his fiancé, about a half-year into the engagement, about 3 years of dating post all this.

"YAMI!!!!" I screamed, "WHAT'S UP?????"

"Huh? Oh, what? Were you trying to say something my love? I was just distracted. Listen, there is something I must ask you to do," he said, and beckoned for me to come closer. I gladly went up and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Okay, so long as it includes no monsters, gods or power," I said, grinning. I was the only one allowed to get under his skin, and I did it, often.

"I need a new way to contain the power. It is getting too much to handle. You can forge things, can't you? Do you think you could come up with some way to hold that power back, it just keeps growing," he said.

"Maybe it's telling you it wasn't meant to be released yet," I said. I knew enough to take him seriously with these sorts of things. He was a good pharaoh; he just needed my help, a lot.

"I know that and considered it. But instead of abandoning it this soon we should try something at least. It has helped in some ways,"

"And hurt in others, I know. I know that better than anyone. I'll be in the forges then, so come by later and see me `working'" I said, grinning. He kissed me softly and brushed his hand against my cheek.

"Be careful. There is still evil that needs to be about," he said. I turned to leave.

"See yah hon!" I said.

"Oh, and please leave my to-do list on the table over there. I think I have a meeting with a high priest?" he asked. I laughed and nodded. How did he get along without me?

That was a long time ago. Now things have grown worse. I am forced to trap the power away; I didn't expect it to be. I was a year away from marrying him. I stepped into the center of the circle, he was watching with focused eyes. Others were gathered here, all now were affected by what I was about to do. The 7 millennium items were each on their pedestals.

"It's time love," he said. I smiled at him, and I knew what that meant. He didn't know what I had to do; he never would, so I was safe from his disappointment. I closed my eyes. Jobs had been assigned, and duties arranged and checked by myself. The Ishtars would be the guardians of the pharaoh's tomb. I have assigned myself the duty of keeping the millennium items safe, until another came and willingly took my place. I was immortal, I could wait.

"Darkness, hide my fear…" I whispered, focusing. A tear had slipped down Yami's cheek. He wouldn't remember any of this, not until the right time. That I had planned myself.

"Sky, guide my thoughts," I said, a little louder. The room began to course and shake.

"Life, be my shield," I said, even louder. I heard the murmurs of the onlookers who were now witnessing my true power.

"Passion, fire my heart," I said, starting to feel pain as the contract was being sealed. Yami fell to the ground, but no one moved, all too frightened.

"Honor, guide my step," I said, almost yelling. I felt his spirit graze my cheek, along with others who were being trapped in each item, all for the purpose of the future. I felt long hot tears coursing down my cheek. These last words and no one would hear of them, the God or the Items, for many millennia. No one would hear of me again.

"Wisdom, CLEAR MY MIND!!" I yelled, and power was released. My tears flowed like a river as I sank to the floor and Yami was sealed inside a puzzle, which shattered the moment his spirit touched it. The crowds were ushered out by the Ishtars, who gathered Yami's body, ready to take it to the tomb, forsaking the mummification process because of his powers.

"Wait, wait one moment," I said, and they bowed out and left, except for the mother.

"You have our promise m'lady, but are you sure you want to do what is required?" she asked kindly.

"I was the only one to volunteer, and I know I will never be able to be with him again," I said.

"Because of these visions that have been plaguing you?" She asked. I went over to Yami and knelt beside his body, and gathering him into my arms, kissed him softly on the lips. I didn't know what that kiss did back then, but it caused something to change, though I did not know it at the time.

"Yes, I am never meant to be with him again, so to die so that he can return is only fitting, correct?" I asked, cradling him close. The warm tears dribbled from my face.

"Are you entirely sure?" She repeated.

"By doing this, protecting his spirit and giving my life for him, it is the strongest form of protection I can give him, now that I have limited power. The gods have returned to their realm, with a promise to serve only the pharaoh and his most loyal and trusted servants. But do you really want to live your lives in darkness?" I asked.

"It is of the highest honor for us. We will do our duties without complaint, I assure you this, there will always be an Ishtar to protect his tomb. Come Priestess, it is time," she said. I stood, holding Yami's body and handed it to her. I dried my tears and moved to collect the items.

"And, oh, what will become of the one in your back?" she asked.

"You knew?" I asked as I ran a hand over part of the scar.

"I know a lot of things m'lady. I suppose it will die with you. And it probably will… never mind, just the ramblings of little old me," she said.

"Yes, I know, I'll only be reborn if things get out of hand and the power needs to be sealed away again, right? No, that can't happen, it isn't meant to happen, and I have done things to ensue that is doesn't happen again," I said, "The same mistake won't happen twice." We left.

The years past and finally someone came to take my place. His name was Shadi, and he was more than willing. I drew the sword from my back, and instructed him to take my life. My blood would guarantee Yami's return. I let the tears caress my cheek, and I said my final goodbyes to the puzzle, where he lay sleeping in his shattered form. The sword plunged into me.

"Yami… goodbye… I love you," and I felt death come and take me. The sweet release of death's cold embrace, and I would ne'er see him again.

Little did I know that destiny wanted to bite me in the butt and give me a second chance, though not with the pharaoh, but with someone like him.