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author's notes: Yami-denotes the pharaoh in modern times, light skin, spirit. Atemu-refers to the pharaoh as he was in the past, dark skin tones, pure Egyptian. To those of you who may not know yet...Atemu is the name of the Nameless Pharaoh/Yami. It has been recenly revealed in the Japanese manga, #333. It can also be pronounced "Atem" in plain english, but since there is a hieroglyph for the "u" seen in his cartouche, I choose to add it to his name, as the Japanese would pronounce it. And now, time for a serious Yu-Gi-Oh fic from me (if you've read my others, you'll notice most are of a comedic nature...this one's not...too much anyway.)

Her succulent skin was like the finest satin. Her lips sweet and lush like fresh watermelon. And her touch...was that of a fire ravaging a primeval woodland! The young pharaoh struggled to retain control of himself and the situation at hand. Was it hot in here or was that just the heat of the middday sun? It mattered not. Sweat beads ran down his toned body and traced firm muscles in their escape. Every breath was labored as he closed his eyes and savored every precious moment. He wanted this pleasure, this rapture, to last forever. But not even the gods would present him with such an ability. An overwhelming warmth enveloped him along with an extreme sensation of pleasure and release.

"It is done." his deep voice purred softly as he brushed the strands of his lover's hair out of her face and gently leaned over her to touch her lips once again.

"Oh, Atemu...our future...our hope...and all of Egypt's...thank you." the young woman replied as she pulled her lover down upon her in a warming embrace. The two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Yugi jolted awake. His own breath labored and his body sweating. "What the hell was that all about!?" he asked himself then groaned upon seeing his dampened pajama bottoms. "Okay, that dream was a little too real." Yugi thought as he turned within himself to awaken the spirit of the Millenium Puzzle.

/Yami? You there?/

It took a moment, but the spirit of the ancient ruler eventually responded. //Aibou?//

/Were you asleep?/

//Yes.//

/Do you remember what you were dreaming about?/

Yami paused, relishing in that dream once again. //Oh yes.//

So it WAS Yami and not himself dreaming that! /Any reality to that?/

//I don't recall. Who is Atemu? Is he me? I certainly felt as though I was a part of that dream.//

Yugi looked at his pajama bottoms again. /So did I. Thanks a lot./ Yugi replied as he sent a mental image of himself to the former ruler.

//I'm sorry Yugi. If I had a real body, I probably would have reacted the same. That's nature's way with us males.//

/You explain this to my mother when she does my laundry./

//Why don't you do your own laundry?//

/Cause she does it./

Yami smacked his own head. Sometimes Yugi was just that oblivious.

/Next time Yami, keep your wet dreams to yourself. I have enough troubles with my own./

The once pharaoh chuckled. He was all too familiar with Yugi's dreams as well. //I will try aibou, but I have little control over our link when we're both asleep. And your dreams filter to me as well aibou.// Yami teased.

/I know. I know. Hey, was she real? I mean she was beautiful. And this Atemu guy seemed to love her very much./

//I--I don't know. The setting was obviously ancient Egypt. I don't remember.// Yami replied with a depressed tone. He wanted to remember his past and those who may have been dear to him! But, all was still a blank slate.

/Hey Yami! What if that Atemu guy really was you and whoever that lady is, that act seemed to mean something. Remember her final words before I woke? Is it possible you had continued your line?/

//I can't recall. I wish I could. If it is memory, it seems rather important.//

/Latent memory perhaps?/

To hear such terms from Yugi was a bit startling to say the least. Yami raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Where did Yugi get THAT theory.

Yami's silence prompted Yugi to continue. /Was watching an educational channel last night. A show about amnesia caught my attention. So I watched it, wondering if it may reveal something that may help you./

//Thank you aibou. So any developments?//

/Other than that theory. Nope. Though I heard once the harsh bang to the head theory./

//And that is?//

/Some amnesia is caused by trauma to the head. Perhaps memory can be banged back in place?/

//You watch too many cartoons Yugi. Anyway, even if truth could be found in such a theory, it would not work on me. I'm a spirit remember? My head would go through whatever it was attempting to bang on.//

/Well, if you had my body.../

//Then you could end up with amnesia. Viscious circle Yugi.//

/Oh right. Well, anyway, I'd better get out of these pj's and to the shower before anyone else wakes. I honestly don't want to have another of THOSE TALKS with grandpa./

Yami chucked again, but nodded in approval. Those 'birds and bees' chats between Grandpa and Yugi were uncomfortable, awkward, and a bit scary, even for the former king.

After a nice shower and hand washing his pj's, Yugi dressed and prepared to start a new day. But the steamy, intense dream and the beautiful woman within it remained in his head like lyrics to a song heard a thousand times. Or were the thoughts transferring from the deep thoughts of the pharaoh himself? Yugi did not know and didn't care. As long as they were good images (and boy they were!) he allowed them to play in his head.

"Yugi? YUGI!!!"

Yugi snapped to and realized his grandfather was trying to get his attention. Yugi stopped gnawing on the same piece of bread he had been gnawing on for several minutes now. "Eh?"

"Are you okay? Were you talking to--you know who?" Grandpa wispered. Yugi's mother had yet to learn of the spirit that shared her son's body and it was best she didn't.

"No. I was jus...daydreaming I guess."

"Well your mother asked how you want your eggs."

Yugi quickly responded as if his haste would make up for the fact that the question was asked minutes ago. "Scrambled mom."

His mother just shook her head. Her son was acting weird again. She silently hoped that he would grow out of it, that maybe it was just adolescence's hold on her son making him act so strangely.

That day in school...

Yugi was still pondering the meaning of the dream. Even his friends had noticed Yugi's distant expression.

"Earth to Yugi! Come in Yugi!" It was Joey and he was waving his hands in front of his little friend, trying to break him out of the trance-like state he seemed to be in.

"Wha--huh? What do you want Joey?"

"You're spacing out."

"Oh."

"And you might want to point that somewhere else buddy." Joey said in a more shushed tone as his eyes dropped.

Yugi followed his friend's gaze then blushed furiously. He quickly slid a notebook over the area in question.

"Not the best place to be thinking about such things." Tristan added. "Very embarrassing and the teachers don't make it any more comfortable. Girls will label you a pervert for life. Believe me, Joey knows."

"HEY!"

Yugi shrunk even lower at his seat. They were at lunch break, so luckily, it was not during a class. Still, Yugi's eyes looked over towards the 'ladies' of the table...Tea and Serenity. Luckily, they hadn't noticed their friend's embarrassing moment. Good for Yugi.

Later that day, as Yugi walked home alone from school, he conversed with the spirit.

/Should we consult someone on this? I mean it's obvious neither of us can get this out of our heads and it's going to get me into trouble at the least./

//Perhaps the Ishtars may be of some help. They do have the ancient scriptures afterall. Maybe there's something about this woman or Atemu character within them or at least something in the historical scrolls?//

/Maybe. I'll ask grandpa if we can make a long-distance call to Egypt. Hey Yami?/

//Yes?//

/You remember the lady's image right?/

//All too well aibou.//

/Doesn't she remind you of somebody?/

//???//

/Somebody we know now?/

Yami thought about the details of the young woman once again. He mentally noted every curve, her perky breasts, the tightness of her upon entrance. He then tried to match those details to someone he was familiar with in this present time.

/Yami, do you mind!?/ Yugi yelled, interrupting the pharaoh's heated thoughts. The details he saw were appearing upon the mental image of the person he was currently thinking about...the one of the present time. It was Tea.

If he could've been seen, the spirit was sporting a deep red blush.

/Simple things like eye and hair color would suffice as well as what her face looks like, Yami! You keep thinking like that and I'm going to get arrested by the police for lewd acts in public!/

//I'm sorry aibou. I guess after suddenly realizing that I hadn't done 'that' in over 3000 years, has an effect upon me.//

Yugi saw an intersting opening to taunt the pharaoh with. /Oh so you DO remember some things eh?/

//???//

/You remember that you are not a virgin correct? You remember doing 'that?'/

//No. I don't remember. But, I just have a feeling within myself that tells me all this stuff is familiar to me from a mental AND physical sense.//

By the time Yami had finished his sentence, they had reached the Game Shop. Yugi shut off the mental link to the spirit and returned to reality.

"Hi grandpa, I'm home! Anything new today?"

"Hello Yugi. We got some new Duel Monsters packs in."

"Cool, lemme see!" Yugi excitedly replied as he dashed behind the counter and into the stockroom.

Later that evening...

Yugi had once again allowed sleep to claim him. The pharaoh too, gave in to its power.

"My pharaoh, your wife, is in labor. She will give birth any time now!" the young priestess, Isis said as she hastily entered the throne room.

A look of surprise grabbed the young king as he seemingly flew off his seat upon the throne. He never noticed the look of shock by all in attendance when he completely ran over the Great Vizier, Shimon, who was unable to clear the way fast enough. Atemu reached the birthing chambers in an amazingly short time considering it was on the other side of the palace. Two guards and an elderly woman prevented him from entering however.

"But I am the king! How can I not be allowed to be with my wife and at this vital moment!" the young pharaoh demanded as the three remained firmly in his way. "I command you to back away and allow me to enter, at once!"

Those within the birthing chambers heard the young man's demands. His own mother was there assisting her daughter in-law. She quickly stood, reassured the queen that she would return, and knocked upon the door. The two guards pried open the door just enough to allow the once queen out. If there was one who had command over the living representation of a god, it was his own mother.

"My son, you are forbidden to enter. It would be a bad omen upon your child and this land if you do so."

"But...but..." Atemu sputtered, unable to find words to support his cause. His young mind was a flurry of collisions between random, racing thoughts. He was young, barely fifteen and at that age,just making the transition from child to adult was confusing enough. Now, he had to try and comprehend not only being a husband, but now a father. Becoming king at such a young age had its consequences. Producing an heir as soon as possible was of the utmost importance for the young king and the entire kingdom. Being pharaoh as a youth was ten times more dangerous than becoming a king in one's later years.

His mother embraced him and led him some distance away. "Relax. All will be well soon. Sit here. I will call for you when the time is right." she said. Her gentle voice had a calming and soothing effect upon the young king. He obeyed and took a seat upon a bench upon a balcony overlooking the palace gardens.

Hours that seemed like days passed. Suddenly a wailing cry pierced the air. Atemu lept to his feet and was at the chamber door in an instant. He paced the hall in front of it until he heard the cracking of the door opening. Rushing to it, he was met by his mother. "You may enter and behold your son, but hurry. We must take the child into hiding as soon as possible. News will be revealed that your wife had a still birth."

"But why--!?"

"This kingdom is unstable. There are forces at work that could threaten this child and your reign. The child will be cared for by a loving common family I have selected in a place far away from here. The child will not know of its royal birth, nor grow up learning of its destiny...until the time is right. You and your wife must play your parts as well. You will mourn the death of this child and erase him from your minds."

It was almost too much to bear! Tears of joy were replaced by tears of sorrow for the young couple who had produced the child out of both necessity and love. It was something they believed they were told to do and desired themselves as time wore on. Now, it was being ripped from their lives. With a scream of anger, frustration, and confusion, the young king flung his cape over his shoulder and stormed out.

to be continued...