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Pen name: Yami Celeste Summary: Yami wonders about his strange dreams lately – who is that girl who looks like Anzu? And how come she’s murdered? He then duels with a new Yami: Yami Kamira…who is she? And how come she knows of Yami’s past? And her strange glares at Anzu… The lives of his friends and family are at stake if he does not beat her at her own Yami no Game. He learns the secret behind his past and his dreams…as Yugi fights alongside him, telling him to never give up. Disclaimer: Yugioh is not owned by me – oh I wish it was ^_^;; - but Kamira is owned by me, got that? Or I’ll send Yami Kamira and her deadly assistant, Kino-san after you. Makiira-san is owned by *blinkblink*, OK? Ask her if you want to use Makiira. Oh, and *blinkblink*… I changed Makira’s spelling a little, so hope you don’t mind. YC: I would like to say that – this is my FIRST FIC!! So don’t bomb me with hate e-mails saying that my fic sucks or anything like that – PLEASE – OK? Anyways, there is NO Shounen-ai, Shoujo-ai, Yaoi and etcetera in my fic. I’m saying this so that all those anti S-As and anti Yaoi people out there know this. Got me? AIYEE!!! * ducks as everyone throws tomatoes at her* I didn’t mean that!!! What the – what the heck - * sees a GIGANTIC tomato heading straight for her…* *Transforms* C: Uh…sorry, forget my Yami’s act. Continue ^_^;; *rubs off the tomato juice on her face* Ehehe…By the way, I prefer to call Yami no Yugi Yami, OK? Key: /words/ - Yugi>Yami //words// - Yami>Yugi “Words” – normal speech ‘Words’ – thoughts to oneself _Words_ - italic, duh “What?” Yami looked around him. He was in the middle of a room. “Where am I?” He was interrupted from his thoughts as someone knocked on the door. “Come in…” he said gingerly, looking outside and realizing that it was Ancient Egypt. Another *great* memory of the past… “Prince Yami, Makiira is here,” said the maid outside the door, bowing to the ground. Yami started. ‘Makiira? Who was that? Oh well… just have to see…’ “Bring her in, then…” Yami sighed. ‘ Another memory…another piece of a puzzle…a puzzle of my forgotten past…will it ever be solved?’ The so-called Makiira entered the room and bent on her knees. Yami was shocked to see that – she had deep-brown hair, nice features, and blue eyes. What made this description strange was…she looked like… Anzu. Those blue eyes…held the same look in Anzu’s eyes… Yami was amazed. So alike…could it be…Anzu was the reincarnation of this…this Makiira? No, it couldn’t be. The only difference was this Makiira had long hair…Her white dress fitted perfectly with her gold bangles and headband. “Who are you?” Yami asked cautiously. “Eh?” Makiira looked up. She giggled a feminine giggle. “Yami-kun, you do know who I am. I’m councilor Malim’s daughter. I’m your childhood friend!! Some joke you got there.” ‘Childhood…friend?’ Yami eyed her suspiciously, and then melted as he saw those innocent eyes of hers. So much like Anzu…the same voice… “Come, Yami-san!!” Makiira took Yami’s hand. “Where do you want to go today?” She giggled again. Yami blushed a little, but Makiira took no notice. Yami then looked outside as she dragged him along. ‘Who is this Makiira…?’ Yugi awoke to a pleasant Sunday morning – not so pleasant, if you considered the rain outside. He rubbed his eyes, and put on a white T-shirt. He yawned, and he grinned, blushing, as he saw Anzu’s letter yesterday. ‘ Dear Yugi, or Yami, or whatever… Meet’cha at RPG Hobbies today – Jounouchi claims he’s got something for you to see, - I dunno, another card? -and he asked me to pass this message to you. Jounouchi no baka!! Couldn’t he pass it himself? ^_^ See you, Anzu xxx.’ Yugi smiled. He knew the “xxx” [1] part was meant for Yami, not him. Heh. Speaking of Anzu… /Um…aibou?/ Yami awoke in his soul room, having just been wakened by his aibou’s voice. //…*yawn*…yes, aibou, what?// Yugi had to stifle a giggle. It was a rare incident to actually see – in his case, or hear – Yami _yawn_. /Remember the dream yesterday?/ Yami paused. //Yeah. Makiira…looks so much like Anzu…// /Wonder who she really is, huh, aibou?/ //Don’t ask me that – I have absolutely _no_ idea.// /Okay…want to come out and follow to RPG Hobbies, aibou?/ //Good idea… // Yami came out of his soul room. He then proceeded to put on another T-shirt, then paused. Silence. “Wait a minute, aibou…what time is it?” Yami asked dangerously. “Um…” Yugi was careful to make his voice slow – Yami looked murderous – and checked his watch. “6.45 am…” Yami glared daggers at Yugi. “WHY THE HECK DID YOU WAKE ME UP THIS EARLY!?” Yugi backed, giving Yami a cutesy wootsy grin. “Um…y’know, just to ask the question…” “Dammit, just wake me up before 1!! I still want to sleep!!!” Yami yelled at Yugi. “Um, OK…” Yami went into Yugi’s bed, and pulled up the covers. “So…1 is it, then, aibou?” Yugi asked Yami quietly. Silence. “Aibou?” Yugi heard a quiet snore under the blankets. Yugi couldn’t resist the urge of sleeping – he felt sleepy too. He climbed into bed beside Yami and straightaway fell asleep. Yugi awoke in some ancient Egyptian palace – the same one earlier. He heard voices next door…Yugi put his ears to the wall. “Dammit, you little…” He heard a feminine voice and a crack of a whip. “No!! Don’t…” a girl’s voice pleaded. Yugi raised an eyebrow. It sounded strangely familiar… “I told you to not go near my engaged partner!!” “He’s my childhood friend!! Why shouldn’t I…” The girl seemed to realize that saying that was a mistake. “I’m sorry – your highness!! I – I shouldn’t have said that…” “You have no rights to go near my Yami, got me?” Yugi’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be… “He’s my friend!! I have rights to be friends with him just as everyone does – aah!!!” “I’ll kill you, you little – you…” “KAAAAHHH!!!” the young girl screamed. There was no more to be heard of the young girl. Yugi panicked, and he rushed to the next room. He flung open the door, and was just in time to see a teenage girl dressed in a flowing gown jumping down from the window. He looked out of the window to see her landing safely and agilely, like a cat. He looked around for the pleading young girl just now… And he froze. The brown hair…blue eyes…delicate features… He saw the body of Makiira before him, wrapped in white clothing and gold garments… And covered in blood. Motionless. Lifeless. “ANZU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Yugi woke up screaming, his face covered in tears and mingled with sweat. Yami awoke and sat up as well, checked the clock (8.25 am) and looked in shock at Yugi. “What the…” Yami took Yugi by the shoulders. “What happened, Yugi? What dream was it!?” Apparently, Yami didn’t have that dream. Yugi buried his face in his hands. “Anzu…Makiira…” Yugi stifled a sob, and buried his head into Yami’s chest, still clutching his small hands. Yami ruffled his aibou’s spiky hair, calming his smaller self down, and letting Yugi cry his heart out. //Shh…What happened, aibou?// /I saw…I saw…Makiira…no, Anzu…she was dead…killed…/ Yami was dumbfounded. //What!?// Yami pried Yugi off his chest, and looked into Yugi’s eyes. Terror and horror were reflected in those big, innocent eyes. Yami struggled to remember what Yugi had dreamt. When he saw the events that unfolded themselves, Yami almost yelled. “What the…what the heck was happening?” Yugi shook his head. “I don’t know…aibou…I just don’t know…” Yami looked in sympathy at his aibou, crying and sniffing uncontrollably. He hugged Yugi, and patted his back, comforting him. //Shh…aibou…it’s OK…nothing’s wrong…it was just a dream…nothing’s going to happen…// Yugi stared up at Yami, with those same big, innocent eyes, wet with tears. His eyes locked with Yami’s, and Yami felt a pang in his heart. His aibou…he didn’t deserve this. He ruffled his aibou’s hair again, feeling the spiky hairs beneath his palm. //Don’t worry, aibou…it was just a dream…// Yugi once again laid his head on Yami’s chest. He closed his eyes, stifling a sob. Yami patted his ‘”little brother’s” back, and watched protectively as his aibou fell asleep. Yami laid his aibou gently on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. *But who was…who is Makiira? And who’s the person – the woman who killed her? And why does she look so much like Anzu?* Yami wondered slightly, before getting up and picked up the phone. “Hi…ah, Jounouchi, good, it’s you.” Jounouchi’s grin dropped. If Yami called…it usually meant bad news, and he _meant_ bad. Yami cocked an eyebrow, as though he could read Jounouchi’s thoughts. “ Ahem. You’re thinking ‘Oh no, its Yami. Its got to be bad news’, right?” Yami said sarcastically. Jounouchi jumped. “Eh – no!! I wasn’t thinking of that!!” Jounouchi said hastily, obviously lying. “Whatever.” Yami rolled his eyes mentally. “Oh, and I think Yugi can’t come to RPG Hobbies today. So…well, I can’t come too, in case he wakes up. Y’know…but if he’s OK, then maybe we’ll be there later. Got me?” Jounouchi paused, letting the news sink in. “OK…I’ll tell Anzu…and Bakura-kun and Honda. Hope Yugi’s OK…See you…” With that, Jounouchi put down the receiver. *What was wrong with Yugi? Why couldn’t he come?* Yami sighed as he put down the receiver too. It was supposed to be a good day…If it wasn’t for that dream…Yami went back upstairs. ‘Wonder if aibou’s OK now?’ Yami opened the door, only to find his aibou still sleeping. Yami sat down on the bed, and looked at Yugi with an expression of pure sympathy. ‘Why did this have to happen? Oh god…’ It hurt Yami’s feelings to know that his aibou’s feelings were hurt. He sat on the desk, and looked out. He was surprised to see Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda and Bakura-kun outside, waving at him. Their facial expressions seemed to say, “What’s the big deal with the ‘Closed’ sign?” Yami quickly hurried down. He didn’t realize there was a sign up front. It was then he noticed the sign on the fridge in the kitchen. Yami read it: “ Me and your mum have gone to a little meeting, there’s been a problem with the shipping of games, as usual – oh, don’t laugh – and I’ve left you guys some instant noodles in case you want to eat, and so Yami won’t make a disaster in the kitchen if he tries to cook – its like, you only need hot water to cook instant noodles. I mean it. If any of you make a mess…well, I’d just have to give you some chores when I get back home. We’ll be back before evening, I guess. Behave well! - Jii-chan” Yami chuckled. “Jii-chan…” He then went to open the door, and smiled as he saw his friend’s faces. “Honda! Jounouchi!! Bakura!!! Anzu!!!! What a pleasant surprise – may I ask what are you doing here?” Yami asked suspiciously. The four standing outside sweat dropped, and they burst into talk. “What do you think? We came to visit Yugi!! Didn’t you say he wasn’t feeling well?” (Anzu) “Did – NOT! I only said he couldn’t come!!” (Yami) “OK, that’s probably Jounouchi’s fault. You _know_ how much he exaggerates…”(Honda) “Oy, I had nothing to do with it!! Maybe _you’re_ the one, Honda…”(Jounouchi) “Excuse me, I did not say anything!! You’re the bigmouth…”(Honda) “Um…should we…um…break up? I think…its getting too noisy…”(Ryou) True enough. Everyone on the street was staring at them, unblinkingly. And Yami’s eyes held a look similar to daggers. He had the clearest expression that those people on the street were thinking: “These kids are NUTS.” They all sweat dropped. Yami clapped a hand to his face. “Never mind, just come in.” he said, exasperated, waving his hand. As they climbed upstairs, Anzu popped the really unfortunate question: “What’s wrong with Yugi?” That immediately started a topic for conversation. Jounouchi looked worried. “Yeah, Yami, what’s wrong with Yugi? You sounded pretty serious over the phone…” Ryou looked thoughtful. “Come to think of it, yeah…what’s _wrong_ with Yugi?” “Has he got a fever or something?” Honda piped up. Yami didn’t say anything. “Well, he just had a nightmare, and I think it gave him a really big scare. So let’s leave him alone for a while, OK, guys?” Nobody said a word, but they silently nodded. Yami quietly opened the door of Yugi’s room… Yugi had woken up. “Aibou!!” Yami rushed to his aibou’s side. “Are you OK…” Yami stopped as he saw the scared expression on his aibou’s face. “Aibou!? What happened?” Yami asked seriously. The other four looked in concern from behind the door. “I-I had the dream again…the same one…Makiira…” Yugi sniffed, and buried himself in his blankets. Yami looked at him in worry, and patted his back. //Aibou…are you alright?// /Y-yes, I am…just…just leave me alone…please…aibou…/ Yami sighed, and retreated. //You’d better have some rest, aibou. You have to go to school tomorrow…// He heard a muffled “Yes” from under the blanket. //It’ll be all right, Yugi. Don’t worry.// Yami went downstairs. Anzu sniffed an unexpected sniff. Yugi suddenly took off his blankets, and stared at the four behind the door, of course, unsuspecting they were there. He quickly rubbed off the tears off his cheek and tried to sound cheerful. “Hi, Mina!! What are you all doing here?” He fell silent as they didn’t reply. Jounouchi spoke. “Yami said you were…um…unwell, so we thought of dropping by for a while…y’know…” Silence. “Thanks.” Was all Yugi said, in a small voice. “Um…if you _are_ feeling unwell…I guess we’d better go,” Anzu said uncertainly. “We wouldn’t want to disturb your sleep,” added Ryou, and winced as Honda nudged him. “Um – we’d better get going, right, Anzu-san?” Honda shot a glare at Jounouchi. “Right…Jounouchi-kun?” Jounouchi backed off, dumbfounded, and then replied, “Uh…yeah. Bye, Yugi. Sleep well…” The four left the room, and joined Yami downstairs. They were silent for a while, then the four cascaded upon Yami with a flood of questions. “Yami!!! Who the heck is Makiira!?” (Jou) “What was he talking about?”(Honda) “Is he OK?”(Anzu) “No, honestly, who _is_ Makiira!?”(Jou) “Never heard of her…”(Ryou) “Really!!!”(Honda) “What, Yugi’s new crush?”(Jou) “Jounouchi!!!”(Anzu) “OK, fine…so who is she?”(Jou) “Yugi’s in a terrible ordeal…what’s happened to him?”(Ryou) “QUIET!!!” Yami yelled. Silence filled the room. Yami sat on a chair, and buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know…I just don’t know,” he said helplessly. Anzu looked at him in sympathy, and sat next to him. She stroked his back quietly. “Tell me, Yami. What’s wrong with Yugi? Who’s Makiira?” Yami glanced up, a tear falling from his cheek. He quickly rubbed it away, and said, “I’ll tell you something, Anzu-san,” Yami said softly, “It’s that…Makiira looks like you.” [1] Uh… “xxx” means…um…a mental kiss. We know its for Yami coz…Anzu has a crush on him, right? ^_^;; YC: Ah HA! Finally, woohoo!! I finished this fic, after what seemed like a millennia *where have we heard that before?* Yeah, I know it sucks - WAIT A MINUTE!!! Don’t throw that HUGE tomato – *transforms* C: Ahem. Sorry. I am Yami Celeste’s aibou, meh. Anyways, it wasn’t very nice, was it? If you like it or not, send comments, hate bombs and etcetera to tomoe_miho@hotmail.com. Don’t ask why…I just like the name Tomoe and I like Komatsu Miho. He, he… ^_^ Thanks!!! Yours truly, Yami Celeste/Celeste Chapter Two - Memories of a Millennia
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