Heir to the Pharaoh
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sagesariaTitle: Heir to the Pharaoh
Category: Fanfiction, anime/manga, Yu-Gi-Oh
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Suspense, Romance
Summary: As Malik rises to power again, Yami and Isis share a secret that could cost them both their lives
Status: Incomplete
Yay! This is my pride and joy! My one warning is that there is a lime (moderately detailed sex) scene. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rinichan for helping me with the beginning, and thanks to starless_knight for telling me the anime fandom slang for what I'd just written.
Chapter 1
“Have a safe trip, Miss Ishtar!" the receptionist chorused cheerfully.
Isis smiled wanly. "See you when I get beck," she said - she couldn't for the life of her pronounce the woman's name - as she exited the museum. Normally she was somewhat more chipper, but having to deal with offended and enraged historians was not her idea of an ideal workday. And to top it off, her car was in the shop, so she had the pleasures of mass transit to face.
At least it wasn't raining.
(In most universes, this would have immediately caused immense storm clouds to form over her head. This is indeed what happened.)
Isis growled at the imminent rainclouds, and then glared at the Tauk around her neck. What use was the thing if it couldn't even tell her if it was going to rain? Really, giving it to Yugi seemed better and better the more she thought about it.
Her expression brightened as she turned the corner of the building and saw Yami with, wonders of wonders, an umbrella. Ignoring a teeny tiny fluttery feeling inside her chest, she quickened her walk, smiling.
"Yami! What brings you to this end of Domino?"
He grinned. "Oh, the weatherman said it was going to rain, and I figured that, knowing you, you'd have forgotten your umbrella at home," he said, smooth and suave as ever.
Isis frowned inwardly. It was true that she had gotten a late start this morning and had forgotten her umbrella, but she normally wasn't that forgetful. Mentally shrugging it off, she said, bowing, "I thank you for your consideration."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Silly, you don't bow just to people on the street. You bow when entering a building or when greeting or leaving someone of higher rank than you. Even I know that." She rolled her eyes in return.
"I've only been here for two weeks.”
"And I was formerly a Pharaoh," he shot back.
"See how the mighty have fallen," she said mockingly.
He favored her with a lofty stare. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"You figure it out, Pharaoh," she said, grinning.
He simply rolled his eyes loftily at her and kept walking. The silence that followed was long and awkward. Several times Yami considered sneaking his arm around her, but he didn’t know how she would react, so he stopped himself.
Finally the silence was shattered as Isis found means of conversation.
“Congratulations on winning in Battle City, Yami.”
“Thanks.” Yami replied with a smile. Isis smiled back, then slipped her hands around her neck and undid her Millennium Tauk. She held it in her hand briefly, then pushed it Yami’s way.
“Here,” she whispered, “this is for you and Yugi.” Yami jumped at the offering.
“Oh no…” he stammered, ears turning pink, “I-I couldn’t accept it….”
“Please, I want you to have it.”
Hesitantly he reached out and took the Tauk from her. Her heart jumped as their hands touched. She turned away quickly, a hint of red growing in her cheeks. Another awkward silence stretched over them.
After a long time Yami cleared his throat and started up conversation again.
“Yugi’s throwing a victory party at the shop tomorrow. Would you like to come?”
Isis felt her heart skip again, but then it sank back into its normal pace.
“I can’t.” she said sadly, “I’m going back to Egypt tomorrow afternoon. They need me at an archeological dig over there.”
“Oh.” Yami replied, disappointed, “How long will you be gone?”
“Not sure. A year at the most.”
“A year? What are they digging up a whole sphinx?”
Isis chuckled at Yami’s joke. Almost in spite of herself, she slipped an arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder. Yami instantly flushed, trying to keep walking in his awkward position.
Neither of them stayed in that position long, though, as a car sped by plowing straight into a huge puddle on the road, and in half a second both of them were completely drenched from head to toe.
“Slow down, asshole!!!” Yami screamed, very irritated, then turned to Isis, “You ok?”
“That…was…uncalled for.” She recited as she threw soaked bangs out of her face.
***
Good thing Isis’s apartment was only a block away, or both of them would have caught pneumonia. Isis immediately went into her private bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. Yami just stood next to the bed looking around.
It was a nice little place she lived in. Very neat. The bed was made and there didn’t seem to be any sign of messiness anywhere. Yami was almost reminded of how neat Yugi kept his room.
The door clicked open as Isis emerged from the bathroom. She hadn’t bothered to remove the gold beads from her hair, but she had dried off and was now wearing a silvery bathrobe. In her hands she was holding a stack of fluffy white towels.
“What, you’re going to just stand there and catch cold?” she exclaimed, immediately throwing a towel Yami’s way, which hit him square in the face. He muttered something and started to dry his hair. Isis came up to him and draped another towel around his shoulders.
Suddenly they both froze. Yami looked straight into her eyes, she looked right back. Something cam over them. Hesitantly Isis began to tug on the towel around Yami’s neck, pulling him closer to her. They both wanted to, but were afraid of the other’s reaction.
Finally she pulled him down to her level and kissed him.
The world around them melted as their lips and tongues locked. Yami gently embraced Isis, slipping her robe down off of her arms. Instinctively Isis’s hands reached the buttons of Yami’s jacket, undoing them. The buckles around his black leather shirt followed as her bra was undone behind her. The beads in her hair dropped to the floor. Yami’s belt around his neck was undone and his Millennium Puzzle set aside.
The final garments covering their body were removed. Isis fell back onto the bed, Yami following, both of them still locked in their kiss. Isis let out a moan of pleasure as Yami’s hands moved gingerly to her breasts. Her fingers ran through his crimson hair and down his smooth, pale back. Finally they slipped under the covers, absorbed in each other. Nothing else mattered. It was just them, the whole night to themselves.
***
Isis slowly opened her eyes. She was in bed, the white sheets coiled gently around her. Instinctively she reached out to hug her bedmate, but all she found was the empty space on the bed. Yami had already left. In his place there was a piece of paper resting gently on the pillow. Yami had left her a note. She leaned up and read it quietly.
Have a safe trip –Yami
She couldn’t help smiling. That Yami, always the gentleman. Her eyes traveled past the card on the pillow to the clock resting on the night table. Her flight was leaving in an hour.
Isis quickly began to dress herself. She placed a clean dress over her body and her brown sandals returned to her feet. She slipped the beads back into her hair and placed the tiara back around her head.
As she rose from the bed, a sudden wave of dizziness struck her. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall for support. She felt strangely weak, the world spinning around her. Her senses numbed, she couldn’t even feel her own movements. It was only a few seconds before she blacked out that she knew what was happening, then her body gave up completely and she drifted into unconsciousness.
***
Malik sat in his quarters, stroking his Millennium Rod silently. He was furious! He couldn’t believe the Pharaoh could defeat him so easily! Revenge had been the only thing on his mind since that defeat. Someday, somehow, he would make the Pharaoh pay for what he did.
Suddenly a surge of power caught his attention. It felt like the Pharaoh, and yet it didn’t. It was as if he had become younger…and less experienced. It could only mean one thing!
Malik traced the source of the Pharaoh’s energy. It was in the Domino City Airport, boarding an airplane. That was all he could find about it, for it seemed to be blocking itself from his Millennium Rod. He quickly contacted all of his servants through his mental link.
//All of you, get to that airport at once! The heir of the Pharaoh is near!//
Category: Fanfiction, anime/manga, Yu-Gi-Oh
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Suspense, Romance
Summary: As Malik rises to power again, Yami and Isis share a secret that could cost them both their lives
Status: Incomplete
Yay! This is my pride and joy! My one warning is that there is a lime (moderately detailed sex) scene. Thanks to
rinichan for helping me with the beginning, and thanks to starless_knight for telling me the anime fandom slang for what I'd just written.Chapter 1
“Have a safe trip, Miss Ishtar!" the receptionist chorused cheerfully.
Isis smiled wanly. "See you when I get beck," she said - she couldn't for the life of her pronounce the woman's name - as she exited the museum. Normally she was somewhat more chipper, but having to deal with offended and enraged historians was not her idea of an ideal workday. And to top it off, her car was in the shop, so she had the pleasures of mass transit to face.
At least it wasn't raining.
(In most universes, this would have immediately caused immense storm clouds to form over her head. This is indeed what happened.)
Isis growled at the imminent rainclouds, and then glared at the Tauk around her neck. What use was the thing if it couldn't even tell her if it was going to rain? Really, giving it to Yugi seemed better and better the more she thought about it.
Her expression brightened as she turned the corner of the building and saw Yami with, wonders of wonders, an umbrella. Ignoring a teeny tiny fluttery feeling inside her chest, she quickened her walk, smiling.
"Yami! What brings you to this end of Domino?"
He grinned. "Oh, the weatherman said it was going to rain, and I figured that, knowing you, you'd have forgotten your umbrella at home," he said, smooth and suave as ever.
Isis frowned inwardly. It was true that she had gotten a late start this morning and had forgotten her umbrella, but she normally wasn't that forgetful. Mentally shrugging it off, she said, bowing, "I thank you for your consideration."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Silly, you don't bow just to people on the street. You bow when entering a building or when greeting or leaving someone of higher rank than you. Even I know that." She rolled her eyes in return.
"I've only been here for two weeks.”
"And I was formerly a Pharaoh," he shot back.
"See how the mighty have fallen," she said mockingly.
He favored her with a lofty stare. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"You figure it out, Pharaoh," she said, grinning.
He simply rolled his eyes loftily at her and kept walking. The silence that followed was long and awkward. Several times Yami considered sneaking his arm around her, but he didn’t know how she would react, so he stopped himself.
Finally the silence was shattered as Isis found means of conversation.
“Congratulations on winning in Battle City, Yami.”
“Thanks.” Yami replied with a smile. Isis smiled back, then slipped her hands around her neck and undid her Millennium Tauk. She held it in her hand briefly, then pushed it Yami’s way.
“Here,” she whispered, “this is for you and Yugi.” Yami jumped at the offering.
“Oh no…” he stammered, ears turning pink, “I-I couldn’t accept it….”
“Please, I want you to have it.”
Hesitantly he reached out and took the Tauk from her. Her heart jumped as their hands touched. She turned away quickly, a hint of red growing in her cheeks. Another awkward silence stretched over them.
After a long time Yami cleared his throat and started up conversation again.
“Yugi’s throwing a victory party at the shop tomorrow. Would you like to come?”
Isis felt her heart skip again, but then it sank back into its normal pace.
“I can’t.” she said sadly, “I’m going back to Egypt tomorrow afternoon. They need me at an archeological dig over there.”
“Oh.” Yami replied, disappointed, “How long will you be gone?”
“Not sure. A year at the most.”
“A year? What are they digging up a whole sphinx?”
Isis chuckled at Yami’s joke. Almost in spite of herself, she slipped an arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder. Yami instantly flushed, trying to keep walking in his awkward position.
Neither of them stayed in that position long, though, as a car sped by plowing straight into a huge puddle on the road, and in half a second both of them were completely drenched from head to toe.
“Slow down, asshole!!!” Yami screamed, very irritated, then turned to Isis, “You ok?”
“That…was…uncalled for.” She recited as she threw soaked bangs out of her face.
***
Good thing Isis’s apartment was only a block away, or both of them would have caught pneumonia. Isis immediately went into her private bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. Yami just stood next to the bed looking around.
It was a nice little place she lived in. Very neat. The bed was made and there didn’t seem to be any sign of messiness anywhere. Yami was almost reminded of how neat Yugi kept his room.
The door clicked open as Isis emerged from the bathroom. She hadn’t bothered to remove the gold beads from her hair, but she had dried off and was now wearing a silvery bathrobe. In her hands she was holding a stack of fluffy white towels.
“What, you’re going to just stand there and catch cold?” she exclaimed, immediately throwing a towel Yami’s way, which hit him square in the face. He muttered something and started to dry his hair. Isis came up to him and draped another towel around his shoulders.
Suddenly they both froze. Yami looked straight into her eyes, she looked right back. Something cam over them. Hesitantly Isis began to tug on the towel around Yami’s neck, pulling him closer to her. They both wanted to, but were afraid of the other’s reaction.
Finally she pulled him down to her level and kissed him.
The world around them melted as their lips and tongues locked. Yami gently embraced Isis, slipping her robe down off of her arms. Instinctively Isis’s hands reached the buttons of Yami’s jacket, undoing them. The buckles around his black leather shirt followed as her bra was undone behind her. The beads in her hair dropped to the floor. Yami’s belt around his neck was undone and his Millennium Puzzle set aside.
The final garments covering their body were removed. Isis fell back onto the bed, Yami following, both of them still locked in their kiss. Isis let out a moan of pleasure as Yami’s hands moved gingerly to her breasts. Her fingers ran through his crimson hair and down his smooth, pale back. Finally they slipped under the covers, absorbed in each other. Nothing else mattered. It was just them, the whole night to themselves.
***
Isis slowly opened her eyes. She was in bed, the white sheets coiled gently around her. Instinctively she reached out to hug her bedmate, but all she found was the empty space on the bed. Yami had already left. In his place there was a piece of paper resting gently on the pillow. Yami had left her a note. She leaned up and read it quietly.
Have a safe trip –Yami
She couldn’t help smiling. That Yami, always the gentleman. Her eyes traveled past the card on the pillow to the clock resting on the night table. Her flight was leaving in an hour.
Isis quickly began to dress herself. She placed a clean dress over her body and her brown sandals returned to her feet. She slipped the beads back into her hair and placed the tiara back around her head.
As she rose from the bed, a sudden wave of dizziness struck her. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall for support. She felt strangely weak, the world spinning around her. Her senses numbed, she couldn’t even feel her own movements. It was only a few seconds before she blacked out that she knew what was happening, then her body gave up completely and she drifted into unconsciousness.
***
Malik sat in his quarters, stroking his Millennium Rod silently. He was furious! He couldn’t believe the Pharaoh could defeat him so easily! Revenge had been the only thing on his mind since that defeat. Someday, somehow, he would make the Pharaoh pay for what he did.
Suddenly a surge of power caught his attention. It felt like the Pharaoh, and yet it didn’t. It was as if he had become younger…and less experienced. It could only mean one thing!
Malik traced the source of the Pharaoh’s energy. It was in the Domino City Airport, boarding an airplane. That was all he could find about it, for it seemed to be blocking itself from his Millennium Rod. He quickly contacted all of his servants through his mental link.
//All of you, get to that airport at once! The heir of the Pharaoh is near!//
