Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You're Who? ❯ Chapter 1

I was bitten by a completely evil plotbunny hybrid. Basically, the story goes something like this. Mahaado and Yami get stranded somewhere out in the middle of the desert and are amnesiac. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing, cept it's both of em. And Mahaado's a shapeshifter, cause I think that's cool. Which means he can change genders. And everything else… Which is fun in bed but may cause problems too. And… well, Mahaado's in female form when he and Yami get knocked out and taken to the desert. While amnesiac, he has no clue in hell that he's really a guy, or about any of his powers. Oh boy…. And when Mahaado and Yami draw the completely WRONG conclusion about why Mahaado's so protective of Yami, bring on the angst boat!

Disclaimer: KAZUKI TAKAHASHI OWNS YGO. I do not! Don't steal and don't sue!

WARNINGS: Yami x Mahaado, gender-bending, angst, OOCness, mistaken assumptions, etcetera…

Title: You're Who?

Chapter 1

 

When she woke, she had no idea where she was. Her throat was dry and parched and her wrists were sore, chafed raw from the rope holding them together. Not far away, she spotted a figure wrapped in some kind of coarse cloth.

She struggled to her feet, almost expecting chains, but found none. Some unknown force had cut the ropes on her wrists, and indeed, they fell apart as she moved. But why was she out here in the desert in the first place?

Had she been captured?

She wracked her mind, but it was like hitting a blank wall. With a sigh, she brushed sand off her clothing and started forwards, than froze.

What was she wearing? This was not a robe of cotton cloth; no this was sheer linen… had she been some noblewoman?

She checked herself over once again. There was no gold adorning her body though, nothing save the studs in her ears, and even those were plain. Perhaps she was simply grasping at straws….

Perhaps…

The other possibilities were not something she wanted to contemplate right now.

In any case, she should see what her - companion? Captor? Was doing. She crawled over to the fallen figure and unwrapped him.

 

She noticed the eyes first - they were a startling color, like blood or rich red wine - and then she frowned. She had never seen wine like that, had she? That was restricted to high nobles in Court….

Perhaps she had been a woman of some importance?

 

He held out his arms to her. He was rather short, a child? He was wearing sandals, and a shenti, but it was also fine linen. His ears had been pierced, she noticed, but now, the holes were empty - and bleeding, at that. She hastily tore a strip from the hem of her robe and handed it to him.

He gave her a grateful smile as he dabbed at the wounds. That was when her mind caught up with her.

Why had she done that? She didn't even know this stranger!

He had black hair - or she assumed he did, it was hard to tell. He had been shaved recently, and only a few barely-visible hairs were beginning to grow out.

The only thing of value he wore that could possibly mark him as important was the shenti. Next to him lay a waterskin and a packet of what turned out to be dried figs.

Odd.

Had they fled from somewhere then? The provisions, scanty as they were, were well received, and they split the water and the figs hungrily. No words were spoken, until after their hungry had been satisfied and they had crawled under the cloth for some protection from the hot sun overhead.

“Who are you?” He asked her.

“I was hoping you knew who I was.”

“I cannot remember my name.”

“Nor can I.”

They way he talked, seemed authoritative, and she kept feeling the urge to defer to him. It was like they were living history, and no doubt in a few thousand years, some scribe wind find a scroll of parchment detailing their story… no doubt some rich but honorable man who had defied a corrupt kingdom and been sent out in the desert to starve with only his loyal servant for protection and company.

As bizarre as it sounded, when she spoke of her speculations, he did not laugh. Instead, he eyed her seriously and told her that the words seemed very true.

It felt true to her too. And it would explain why she kept feeling like she had to bow to him, despite their conditions.

 

“I will need to give you a name…” The boy - no, the young man sighed. “I will need a name as well.”

“Master?” The words slipped from her mouth unwittingly. This felt so familiar… “I… I could not give you a name. Tis not proper for one of my station.”

“I understand.” He sighed. “And it would not be fit for us to return to Court.”

“You remember?” Her eyes lit on his.

“No.” He shook his feeling. “Only a vague association with the Court itself, but it feels of danger… perhaps I had many enemies there.”

“Perhaps I served you at Court.” She remembered a flash of music, and the sight of dancing girls, but little more.

“I have little doubt you did not.” He got to his feet and looked around. Nothing but sand stretched as far as the eye could see. They had no means of transportation, and the remaining food would not last long. Even their shelter would serve ill should a sandstorm brew. “I suppose we should try to find a town, or an oasis.”

She was about to speak when she felt an odd feeling stir in her breast. She frowned, almost a tugging feel, pointing her feet towards the northwest.

Her Master frowned. “What are you doing? Maha…”

Her eyes widened. That sounded familiar… had that been her name?

He seemed to accept it as such, and Maha sank to her knees in front of him in a bow. It felt so natural.

Yet…

 

“Yami,” She blurted out without thinking.

He stared at her. “What?”

“Yami… Master… Yami…”

Yami?

He scratched his head as he considered her words. Yes, that seemed familiar as well. His name was Yami…

Yami…

But no! Such a name could not be Egyptian in origin! Had he made enemies at court because he was a foreigner?

Perhaps he had been an ambassador from a distant land?

Yet, Kemet felt of home. He belonged here. He was sure of it. If only he could remember! If only…

“Maha, what do you see?”

“I see nothing, Master.” She replied humbly. “But I believe we should head northwest. I cannot explain why…”

“It could be a sign from the Gods.” Yami told her. “Let us proceed.”

They began to walk.

 

 

End Chapter

Started 5/15/06

Completed 5/18/06

Yes, it's turning out way different from what I wanted, but as long as it's good, who cares?

Argh! I can't believe I made Yami bald! Don't worry, his hair will grow back eventually… but it'd be hard to recognize the Pharaoh without it and all his fancy jewelry, ne?