Perhaps it is just to be terrified of such an occurrence. That some long dead Pharaoh stands bewildered inside this very mirror. Face etched in both surprise and the same horror he felt himself.

He wondered if this were the reason. Sweaty hands clasp together as if to wring out the anxiety of what was happening. And he wonders if the language- could they even communicate. Certainly not with all this staring each was doing at the bizarre revelation that both looked- surprisingly alike in many ways.

"Who are you?" Yugi says finally gathering up the courage to do more than gawk.

A sharper gaze widens with surprise. He understands? He wonders if this might be of the mirror's aid. That neither knows the language but for some reason, it is filtered to translation for the both of them.

Flexed but forefinger and thumb in a nervous manner and reaches to adjust the winged headdress. Cuffs shining a brilliant gold in contrast to Yugi's own leather accessories.

"Atem. I am, Atem." Brow quirks almost perfectly, he wonders to god who this man is and why he's so- pretty?

Yugi exhales softly, if not barely at all for fear he might ruin this. For what cause this was.

"Who are you?" Atem's voice is nearly magnified by the mirror nearly twelve times the size of his own tiny metal one, shined perfectly as all Pharaoh's things must be. It's a curious situation indeed, if not then some sort of miracle descended from the gods themselves.

Yugi feels his hairs stand on end. "I'm Yugi Muto."

A heavy silence as they continue to examine each other brows quirked, mouths set in impossibly straight lines. Marveling at the similarities of their almost likeness in appearance.

Atem has sharp; deciding eyes so Yugi notes in slight fascination.

"Are you a Pharaoh?" He blurts before anything can be said other than his dying curiosity in the fact he could possibly be talking to an important ancient figure. The desire to know outweighs the fear to ask.

Atem blinks slowly, then looks to his winged accessory that Yugi can only assume is a sign of royalty that they carry on their arm.

"Yes." It comes out a bit hesitant.

"And yet?" Yugi continues. Startling the person on the other end of the mirror.

"Yet, what?" He hasn't the slightest clue, not in a situation so- odd.

"You hesitated."

Atem nearly drops his own mirror in surprise, it shakes violently making the image on Yugi's end blur. Only able to swallow because he has no words. The great pharaoh stares sullenly onwards. Plucking a hair from a palace cat that he'd found out of sheer nervousness.

A sight amusing for most.

"Such things are ones that, in the line of responsibility to my people, cannot be said," Atem says in a tone that doesn't reflect his quivering hands.

Yugi has to bite his tongue almost as much literally as figuratively to keep from pointing out how his body contradicts those very words.

"Nevermind that. Why are you in my mirror?" Although it isn't exactly his, it was almost a waste of breath to explain the antique shop though he's fairly certain they have those in.. ancient Egypt?

He wishes to see with his own eyes just the tiniest bit what a real pharaoh looks like, more than just Atem's head and the jewelry that crowns his brow.

Perhaps it was just that enticement of curiosity. Was this a new game?

"In your mirror?" Atem is puzzled nonetheless over this stranger in the bronze and how exactly they came to be looking at him through the other end. In fact this gift was rather newly presented to him so in fact- was it some sort of magical device?

"You have one too, right?" Yugi's doubtful expression furthers Atem's own bewilderment.

"I suppose…. Yes. Does yours look different?" Could it?

He supposed only royalty had mirrors. And though Yugi as he said he was, looked nothing of royalty, he knows not to judge based on appearance.

"Mine is kind of- well it's- um- I can't explain it well enough." Yugi shrugs.

"Try." Is the response.

Quietly Yugi digs through his uniform pocket. Before slapping his palm to his forehead in chagrin much to the amusement of the other who gazes intensely through the mirror.

A few quick pencil scratches later he's holding up a somewhat terribly drawn- due to shaking hands, visual on what his own mirror looks like.

Atem can only become more bewildered than before.

"Is it large?"

"Taller than me."

He stifles a laugh to which Yugi glowers. "I'm not that short."

"I never said anything of the sort." The pharaoh replies with a knowing grin. One that quickly dissolves into a height of concern.

"Why is it that we can communicate as we do? I doubt you would know the language of my homeland."

Yugi taps his chin, then fiddles with a strand of bangs as he often does when thinking very hard. A drawn out silence ensues. Each thinking as to why there would be such a miraculous occurrence which could only in one's mind be the work of the gods.

"Yugi." The sheet is drawn up as quickly as he could.

"Yes?"

"Why were you conversing with the blank mirror?" His employer, the lady who owns the shop asks with a hint of suspicion.

He looks back at the hardly covered mirror. At Atem. Does she not see him? "I was only talking to myself. I was admiring it."

She gives him a backward glance, hand on one hip which is the scolding stance.

"Well, don't dawdle and finish your work quickly please."

"Yes, ma'am."

Atem is staring at him with round eyes he knows. How was he supposed to keep a secret for long he wonders? Nor understands the reason behind such things. He's still wondering.

"I have to go." Atem nods.

Yugi's fingers hit the glass while fumbling for the sheet.

They easily submerge inside. Both stare at his hand in surprise, more for the fact that his hand is moving forward. Towards him.

He's being sucked in.

I am currently experiencing terrible writer's block so please forgive me if this seems to be lacking