I thought this all ended when I left this world. I thought it was over, when I went back to my past, and Egypt. But fate has a twisted sense of humor; twisted not nearly explicit enough.
Even though I went back to Egypt, my life as a yami and a spirit didn't end. I never aged over the years. I always looked 18, even when I was over 50. It aroused the suspicion of my court. Rumors spread all over Egypt about my tendency to stay young. Although it made the people worship me more than they use to, I knew I couldn't live with it for long. So I left the kingdom in Seto's hands and started traveling.
For three thousand years I traveled, never staying in one place for more than a month. There were some places I would have loved to stay, but without my royal status to protect me, I couldn't risk anyone finding out about my eternal youth. Once, just once, I stayed a few years in a single land, and demon-fearing villagers chased me out. I don't blame them though; I look enough like a demon with my hair and eyes, let alone my curse. I moved like a ghost, never letting anyone glimpse me more than once or twice. I learned many things about other civilizations. I would have been such a great help to Yuugi in History class.
In a few thousand years of endless wandering that took me as far as China and even Japan, I heard of a European trade route to the "new world." I made my way back to Europe, and hopped a ship to what was soon to be America. For a couple hundred more years, I watched as the Europeans built settlements, settlements turn into towns, and towns turn into industrial cities.
I was very tempted to take a plane to Japan, to see Yuugi again, but I resisted. I had screwed with time enough, and going to see Yuugi would make it worse. I had often wondered, in my travels, how it could be that I did not age. I could not figure that out; my very existence was a paradox in itself. I decided to let fate be.
I did end up on a plane to Japan, though. But only after I knew that Yuugi and his friends would be gone. It was a hundred years after the time Yuugi had first put together the puzzle. It may seem like a long time to anyone else, but to me, a hundred years is like nothing.
And so here I am right now, standing in front of the game shop, in the middle of the night, with rain pouring down. Surprisingly, it's still around after a hundred more years. Although it's bigger now; in fact, it's the most popular game shop in Domino, I learned from a sign in the window.
I've actually been standing here, across the street for hours in the drenching rain. I've seen several people go in and out. There's one who didn't come out, though, who I believe is one of Yuugi's decendants. I wanted to talk to her, but I held back. I've screwed with time enough. I start to turn away, and disappear from existence once more.
"Pharaoh."
I turn, looking surprised at the figure I see.
"Tomb robber."
He stares at me, but this time it's not a hateful glare, or even piercing glance. He's giving me a look of understanding, and I can see my own travels and pain reflected in that look. I can sense it, a sense of relation between us. He knows my pain.
Tearing our gazes apart, we turn around. A clap of thunder and a flash of lightning appear around us, and the rain pours down even worse. Without a word, we start walking away from each other.
I hate the rain. I really do.
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