Yume *COMPLETED!!*

It's not that I doubt
What's going on with you,
I just can't seem to find
What's really wrong with you.
Your eyes used to sparkle;
Your laughter filled the room;
Now you're just a shadow
Of someone I think I knew.
I know something's not right;
I can feel it in my bones.
Because when you're near there's pain.
Is it because you're alone?
You told me you knew who you were,
But why did you cry?
Did you loose someone close?
Will you tell me why
You look like you've lost the world,
Like something's very horribly wrong...

~Why LithiumLi3 (a.k.a. ME)


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Atemu is watching me again. I swear, even though he isn't my Yami anymore, he watches me like a hawk, as if expecting someone to attack me at any given moment. That, and he's always trying to get me to talk about why I cried when I first came here five months ago. Why he would is beyond me, and I couldn't tell him if I wanted to. For two reasons.

A: The gods sent me a dream of a very painful hellish eternity if I so much as even tried,

AND

B: It causes too much pain to even think about that, let alone try and explain it to someone who doesn't even know anything about it (anymore).

I am currently working as the Pharaoh's personal bodyguard(secretly)/dancer for foreign/nightly entertainment. The reason I'm his secret bodyguard is because he has an 'official' one, at whom most attacks will be directed to to get to the Pharaoh, and the guy is incompetent. I really don't like the idea of him alone guarding Atemu. That, and being a dancer allows undercover work '(evil laugh)', and as I know, looks can be decieving. I look like a harmless little dancer, (and according to a LOT of people, whom I do NOT agree with, a very cute, sweet, beautiful, (and in the words of Atemu himself, whom of which I will strangle for the comment) exotic, sexy, teasing dancer at that.)

Right now I'm practicing a new dance. And Atemu is still watching me. I REALLY hate that. It's kind of disturbing having him watch me a lot like the way Yami used to. He's kind of scary... He's just staring... and... is that drool!? Why is he drooling? Is he that bored? Wait... I'm doing what might be called 'dirty dancing' back at home... basically it's sex with clothes on... which is kinda weird, even for me, because I'm normally not that kind of person, but that's the way they dance here, and HE'S STILL STARING AT ME!!!! TAKE A PICTURE, IT LASTS LONGER!!!!!

I frown as I try to pull myself out of my thoughts, which are now solely centered on a certain drooling pharaoh, who looks somewhat dazed. I'm doing my best to ignore the voice in my head that keeps saying he's turned-on by watching me, and trying even harder not to look between his legs to find out the truth. So, mentally scarred at these dirty thoughts about my memory-less, still-over-protective-of-me, sexy pharaoh, I tried paying attention to the dance steps.

It worked for a while. I was able to concentrate solely on that and actually manage to block out that annoying, slightly perverted, mocking, extra voice-in-my-head. Until there came a part where I was supposed to spoon myself over the pharaoh the way I always do in a dance. (It was worked into the routine, I would do that even if there were no threats, and tell him if there were, as if it were part of the dance.) I did as was the new custom with my position, sitting lightly on the pharaoh's lap, (and as was my habit) relaxing thoroughly against him, and feeling suddenly very sleepy (we'd been at this for hours now,) I nuzzled my face into the crook of his throat and shoulders, sighing lightly as my eyes closed.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, a deep chuckle rumbling under me as Atemu said we'd done enough for today. I only remember being very warm, which was very nice, and feeling something hard pressing against my lower back. Then I fell asleep...








WHAM!

I'm knocked out of bed, and sent flying onto the floor. "Itai!" I moaned, clutching my head, because it had banged into a desk nearby. Still not exactly thinking, I looked around to see what had knocked me out of bed, only to realize that the person was right in front of me, ocean-blue eyes glinting maliciously. (And so you people know, Anzu has the SAME name in Egyptian! mentally cries)

Anzu glared at me. "So, Xrd, are you going to tell me why the pharaoh carried you to his chambers last night?" She folded her arms over her way too revealed chest. Anzu of Egypt is a former concubine of the previous pharaoh, and because Atemu preferred men, he kicked the concubines out. He didn't bother replacing them though. He told me in confidence that he was looking for 'the right one'. But back to Anzu. Anzu is obsessed with Atemu, and will do anything to get him in her clutches, which makes me A: Jealous, and B: consider actually hating her.

Oh, and I must have forgotten to mention that she hates my guts. Fun, ne? Meanwhile, I'm mumbling in japanese. "Bakamono... Baka, anta onmi kouitsu eru. Nai onmi anta gatsuntoiu butto dakikakaeru bekarazu." I berated myself. Anzu slapped me.

"DON'T TALK IN SOME LANGUAGE I DON'T KNOW." She screeched. I held a hand to my stinging cheek, and said only this,

"I didn't mean to. He's the one who chose to carry me, and chose where to place me." I tried to defend myself against the accusation. Wrong move. She lashed out, kicking me hard so that I flew backwards into the wall, which wasn't to far away. She continued kicking at me, hitting me, clawing at me, until I lay crumpled on the floor, bleeding, bruised, with a few cracked ribs and a broken limbs. Hooray for me, I still continue to exist. (SARCASM IS GOOOOOOD!!!)

She left, and an hour or so later, Atemu entered the room, and gasped, running over to me. I couldn't see him, my eyes had swollen over, but I heard him, and when he tried to pick me up, I cried out in pain, and he immediately dropped his hold. I didn't move. "Yuugi, what happened?" he whispered. This hadn't been the first time it had happened, but it was never really this bad. I'd managed to hide most of the bruises and scars from him, and when he actually did see one, I told him I was simply too clumsy for my own good.

I didn't make any effort to answer. I pretended to be sleeping. Atemu sighed. Someone else had entered the room, and gasped. "Send for Isis, I desperately need her healing." Atemu ordered, and the person, whoever they were, left immediately. A gentle hand stroked my hair, touching the only part of me that was left unharmed.

"Yuugi, I wish you would tell me... Why do you always seem so sad? What is it you're hiding from me?" After hearing those whispered words in my ear, I fell asleep, just wishing for once that I wouldn't wake up. I didn't want to face what would await me when I did.


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ENDING THEME:

Michiyuki Yui Horie:

Setsunasa no kagiri made dakishimete mo

Itsumade mo hitotsu ni wa narenakute

Yasashisa yori fukai basho de

Fureau no wa itami dake

Futari wo musunde kudasai

Bokura wa mou yume wo minai

Tomadoi nagara te wo totte

Zankoku na yoake no hou he

Arukidasu

Hontou no kotoba wa kitto

Hontou no sekai no dokoka

Bokura no mukuchi na yoru ni

Hisonderu

Ima mo kitto

Sabishisa wo shiru tame ni deau no da to

Kuchidzuke wo kawasu made shiranakute

Soredemo ima kimi to aeta

Yorokobi ni furuete iru

Kokoro wo sasaete kudasai

Bokura wa mou yume wo minai

Atatakai basho he nigenai

Zankoku na yoake wo kitto

Koete yuku

Akirameteta sono shizukesa

Hontou no kotoba wo kitto

Aishi kizutsuke au tame ni

Sagashidasu

Itsuka kitto

Setsunasa no kagiri made dakishimete mo

Itsumade mo hitotsu ni wa narenakute

Yoake mae no tsumetai hoshi

Futari dake no michiyuki wo

Douka terashite kudasai...

Translations:

Xrd - Child, (belittling form)-Egyptian

Bakamono... Baka, anta onmi kouitsu eru. Nai onmi anta gatsuntoiu butto dakikakaeru bekarazu. - (Mono - refering to one's self) Stupid. Stupid, letting him get you. You should not have let him carry you. -Japanese