A/N: Wow! I seriously have no comment about this chapter. Oh, besides that once more I will remind you all that this is a shonen-ai fic… meaning boy/boy. I'm just reminding you that this because this chapter has a lot of cute, fluff interaction scenes between two of our favorite bishonen. Oh yes, I also want to thank all my reviewers for reading and reviewing my fic and all my readers who don't review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh!

Chapter 3:

Want to Play Senet?

Yuugi's POV

Voices… so many voices… all distant… out there… so different… what are they saying? Why? Why can't I understand?

Where am I? Who am I?

"Yuugi! Yuugi!"

That voice… Yuugi? I'm Yuugi aren't I? If I'm Yuugi, then who is Yuugi? Just a name… a name with no background.

"Yuugi! Yuugi!"

It's him… Atemu. My look-alike…

"Yuugi! Yuugi!" What did you say? Why can't I understand? Why? My face fills so damp yet burns so.

Crimson! That's all I see… pair of crimson eyes. A warm, smoothing touch… a smile… Atemu… he looks so pretty when he smiles.

Normal POV

"Mana! Quick, get Mother. He's waking up!" Atemu called to the young brunette sitting next to him, Mahado's young apprentice in the dark arts. The young girl looked up startled… awaking from her slumber. Her young master had ordered her to stay with the prince after Yuugi fainted during the judging ceremony. The young girl groaned… rubbing her eyes.

"What? What did you want? Prince?" Mana asked innocently. Her light brown eyes radiated innocence.

Atemu groaned. She was lazier than he was at fulfilling orders. Luckily for her Mahado never 'punished' her like his tutors would him if he disobeyed or neglected to learn one of his lessons. It especially didn't help since half the guards and the guards' children at the palace weren't all that fond of him in the first place. They loved telling on their little prince… telling his tutor and his mother how bad he was. It usually resulted in the 'Egypt will fail' speech that he always received. Why couldn't they be more original? "Get Mother and a priest! Yuugi's waking up!"

"Oh!" Mana's eyes widened as she leaped up from the floor and ran out the room. A small sweat drop formed on Atemu's face before quickly turned back to look at Yuugi.

"Hey! You finally woke up?" Atemu asked… signing as he spoke. A teasing tone in his voice…the younger of the two simply nodded. "How did you do that? Faint like that? You should have seen Shimon's expression after he touched the xA rnpt Ankh to your forehead, and you fainted. Everyone thought he was going to have a heart attack."

Yuugi shrugged… a small weak laughter escaped his lips. "Not mad?"

"Mad! Doubt it. I think stunned is more like it. I don't think anyone has ever fainted before in a judging ceremony. Think stunned describes it better."

"Son, that's enough. Don't provoke him to do it again. We still have to do that ceremony." A voice sounded into the room. Atemu immediately looked down… embarrassed.

"Sorry Mother," the young prince whispered… his face turning red as he spoke.

"Wait by the door with Mana. Raja and I will take over."

"Yes, Mother," the young prince spoke… immediately going rigged. Yuugi watched intrigued at his counter part's sudden change in character, one moment from a free out-going orator to a shy disciplined boy. Yuugi wasn't sure he liked Atemu like that. He was too fickle.

Atemu let out an annoyed sighed as he leaned against the window. Ra was high up in the sky now… almost starting to decline. A small giggle escaped Mana lips causing Atemu to turn around. "What you laughing at?"

"You."

"Me?" asked Atemu… confusion ever present upon his face.

"Uh huh. You're one day off from studies, and you aren't playing games with Seto. Isis was right. You're in love!" Mana giggled again… stressing the word love more than needed.

"Waa!" Atemu looked up horrified… as crimson red widening into the size of plates. "In love? With who? That's gross, girls think of the strangest things."

Mana giggled again… twirling a piece of her brown, chocolate colored strand of hair around her index finger. "Don't pay dumb, Prince. Of course with that boy in there, he's really cute. I can see why you like him."

"Mana!" A young girl's woman broke in before Atemu could counteract.

"Isis," both young children cried out at once.

"Why you ruining my image, Isis? The guards at the palace already despise me. My tutor thinks I'm lazy."

"You are lazy Prince," Isis scolded. "And you know that too. That's probably why most people don't like you. The stuff you do without studying… compares to what most of us accomplish after we have spent hours studying."

"Aww… Isis," Atemu cried… pouting. "I don't want to hear your lecture right now. Especially after people that I like Yuugi. Is it one of those 'visions' you saw."

"My visions are too real. Besides…you don't like him?" Isis questioned… her brown eyes twinkled… knowing she forced Atemu into a tight spot.

"Aww… Isis. I hate you," Atemu grumbled immediately turning back around… suddenly finding the sky really interesting. A dash of red blush transgressed across his face as a light giggle eloped from both young girls' lips.

A small sigh escaped from the crimson-eyed boy. A thin cloth cape was all that he had around his body. The light, warm Egyptian breeze blew through the vast desert. The twinkle of lights from the village down below as a day of buying and selling was finally over. He grumbled once more. It had been a slow day… especially after Yuugi had been put to sleep, and he had been looking forward to start teaching his counterpart some Egyptian too.

"Konbonwa." A small voice whispered… breaking the silence… startling the young prince. Atemu immediately turned around… his upper body leaning against the gold railing. His tanned dark colored skin caste into a dark shadow of illusion.

"'Evening," Atemu whispered. He raised one of his hands and pushed back a piece of his blond bangs that hung limply. The younger boy immediately blushed… looking away from the older.

"I just want to say… say… oyasumi." Yuugi muttered. His face reddening even more as he slipped glances off and on at Atemu's bare chest.

Atemu chuckled… amused at Yuugi's expression as the younger fiddled with his thumbs… rubbing them together. His face heated up even more before glancing up. "Atemu. Onegai!! Kami!! Put some clothes on." Yuugi shouted… a tumble of half Japanese and half Egyptian left his lips. Both boys stood in awe. Half at the fact they understood what the other had said. Yuugi gasped horrified. How! His face flared up into bright redness before running out the room leaving a young prince in fits of laughter.

"Night!" Atemu called… through his laughter. Teasing Yuugi was even more fun than his daily spar with Seto.

"Prince. You okay?' A petrified young slave girl whispered haven walked in just as Yuugi ran out of the room.

The young prince looked up… tears still rolling from his eyes. "Yes. Yes. I'm all right." The prince stated before pulling himself up. He leaned against the railing for support before clearing his throat… an impulse he had unexpectedly learned from his father. The young slave girl nodded… a little unsure before dropping into a low bow. A set of clothing was sat perfectly at balance on her left arm. The young prince approached the girl as she extended out the set of clothing for her master to inspect.

"Very well," he spoke… his words strong and powerful. He loved it when he could speak like that. It showed power… not weakness. A pharaoh should never be weak.

"Yuugi." The young prince sighed… as he walked into the younger's bedroom. A handful of papyrus bond books cluttered in his hands. A long quill pen in the other as he stalked into the room. "Yuugi!" He turned his deep crimson shade of eyes around and around… scanning the younger's room. Not much had changed since the fateful day that Yuugi appeared before them all. The room like before was still only situated with a large canopy bed, a small table, a straw bond rug, a candle stick freshly brunt, and a small cabinet full of clothes. The younger was no where in sight.

After two more judging ceremonies… each with Yuugi passing out when Shimon touched the xA rnpt Ankh to his forehead. It was decided that Yuugi was harmless. His ka wasn't fully born yet… a weak… unborn ka meant a harmless a ba. Or… like Atemu's own ka… it was in repose. It was not yet awaken… bidding its time. That usually meant that when awaken it would became extraordinary powerful. Because of that and the fact that it was assumed that the boy's parents and relatives were all died and gone. It was decided by Pharaoh and his circle of counsels that the boy would live in the palace for the rest of his life… and quite possibly someday become the last of the six priests to Atemu. Which in turn meant Yuugi would inherit the last of the xA rnpt items… items that protected Egypt from evil. Thus, Atemu was given the duty of teaching the younger the Egyptian language and help him catch up on his lessons. A new form of 'torture' his tutor had come up with. Only it basically backfired, by bringing the two boys closer together over the period of three months.

Amused, Atemu placed the books upon the book… only to find another lying upon it. A scroll of papyrus paper, curious the young prince picked the scroll up and walked over to the bed. He popped himself down upon the bed… slowly unwinding the paper.

There… beautiful lines of poetry was written upon the paper… all in flowing ancient Egyptian. At the very end was a hurriedly scribbled drawing. A small smile appeared upon Atemu's lips… his stomach fluttered. "Atemu! Ah ha! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Yuugi shouted… in a sing song type of voice. The young prince immediately looked up… seeing the over hyper boy bound into the room.

"What did you eat?"

"Dessert!" Yuugi shouted running up to his bed before jumping in. A wave of giggles exploded from his lips as he rolled over… his amethyst eyes blinking on and off. The young prince immediately backed up… a string of sweat drops ran clear upon his forehead.

"You always like this?"

"Only when I eat dessert!" Yuugi giggled grabbing Atemu's wrist… before the young prince could escape. "Teach?"

"You too crazy… and scary!"

"So? Teach! You promise."

"You're Egyptian is good enough. I could easily tell Father to put you into classes with me." Atemu countered.

"That no fun!" Yuugi pouted… grumbling as he pulled himself up.

"I'm not suppose to have fun."

"You too serious." Yuugi pouted. "I like our lessons through. They funny!" The young prince couldn't help but blush as the younger leaned his forehead against the older. Immediately wrapping his arms around the young prince.

"Let's play game then."

"What kind of game?"

"Senet."

"Senet?"

"Hai!" Yuugi shouted… a string of blabber escaping from his lips. "I win! I get to kiss you."

"What?" Atemu shouted horrified. Yuugi giggled at Atemu's facial expression.

"You funny. I just said that to see how you would act."

The young prince looked down… pretending to act hurt. "So… so… you don't want to kiss me?"

"You want me to kiss you? Isis told me. You kiss people you like. And… and I like you. So… 'k. I'll kiss you." Yuugi giggled before climbing upon the young prince's legs. A low moan escaped the boy's lips as Yuugi leaned forward. He blinked once and twice before dipping into the kiss. A wet… sloppy kiss resulted in the exchange… causing Yuugi to come up disgusted. "Kissing no fun." He pouted.

A burning red young prince immediately grabbed the first book he had set on the table. He cleared his throat before speaking. "What is the first step to casting this spell?"

"Huh?"

Ra was already high in sky. Atemu sighed… drumming the side of his eagle-feathered pen on the side of his desk. A long scroll of papyrus paper laid in front of him. He shifted his glaze at his future advisors who were sitting around him. Egyptian history and language… it was one of the few lessons in the day that he had with them. Yet, a new face was also in the room… Yuugi. Just a couple of months ago… it was decided that Yuugi no longer needed Atemu's tutoring. It was discovered that the two actually did more playing then studying… something nobody in the palace could stand… thus Yuugi was placed into normal tutoring with everyone else.

"Prince!" An annoyed tutor called out… awakening Atemu for his daydream. Beautiful sky… warm sand… swim in the Nile.

"Wa! Yes." Atemu stammered raising from his seat. A roll of laughter left Seto's lips as he watched his younger's antics. Atemu immediately blushed seven shades of red before sitting down.

"Why can't Seto or even Yuugi be the next pharaoh," the tutor grumbled stepping back… a wooden stick in one hand… a long roll of parchment in the other.

"Seto, can you answer this question."

"Five hundred, teacher," Seto boasted.

"Very nice. At least somebody's been listening." Seto smirked before turning to face Atemu… a proud, boasting look on his face. The young prince immediately looked away in the opposite direction. There, Yuugi's glaze met him. The boy's amethyst eyes showed sympathetically… a little embarrassed as if it was his fault that Atemu couldn't answer the question.

"Gom…. I mean… sorry." Yuugi mouthed. Atemu simply nodded… an action that surprised him. He normally didn't take to sympathy but when it came to Yuugi. It just felt different. Yuugi's Egyptian had improved dramatically over the last couple of months…eleven to be exact from the day the younger saved his life. A full year was about to pass since that fateful day. Even though off and on bits and pieces of the younger's original language still came out of his lips… he usually would hurriedly cover it up. Once, Atemu had questioned Yuugi about what language the boy spoke. Yuugi ended up blushing and becoming profoundly embarrassed… admitting that he had no idea. He actually went as far as admitting he didn't even know who his parents were or where he came from. When Raja told them where she found the boy, the town's location didn't seem to a bell at all for the youth.

Yuugi blushed once more before turning around. Atemu glazed at the younger for the longest time before turning back to the endless lectures that their tutor just loved to bore him with. Why did he care how many wars Egypt had gone into since the union of upper and lower Egypt? He too had already decided that he would be a friendly yet strong ruler much like his father. He was going to help the common people… not take their rights always. He wasn't going to go to war. Unfortunately, when his strategy tutor got word of his decision, it resulted in a countless long lesson on how it was and is physically impossible.

It resulted in the prince following Mana the next day in hiding in pots with her. The young mage-in-training was very prone to hide from her lessons and cause problems for Mahado… their dark arts tutor. Mahado was a genius at dark arts, and it was very beneficial considering his own ka was that of the magician class.

Atemu grumbled… once more before turning back to glaze out the window. Sky skies, warm sand, happy birds. He so wanted to out there or even playing in the desert instead… here he was wasting another beautiful day being engrossed in Egyptian History… one of the most boring topics in the world. But for Yuugi… he found it amazing.

"Atemu."

"Huh?" The older asked… turning around. A long scroll of papyrus paper in one hand… a iron sword in the other. His defense class had just ended moments early leaving him nauseated and exhausted. His bangs hung damply over his forehead… his bare chest exposed to the few gusts of coolness blown in from the gardens. There was Yuugi… seated on a bench next to the door. His legs hung down below him… swinging back and forth. A grin was clearly etched upon his face.

"Yuugi." Atemu declared.

Yuugi blushed slightly before jumping off of the bench and bounded for Atemu. He glazed curiously at the prince's sword… in awe at the delicate details that was etched upon the bland. "Pretty."

"Yep! I know! Hafiz made it for me. It was my birthday present. It's suppose to be blessed by the gods themselves."

"Cool!" Yuugi gasped. "Can I touch it?"

"Hmm… maybe."

"Aww… Atemu. You mean."

"I know."

Yuugi immediately pouted causing Atemu to break into a fit of laughter. "You always know how to make my day better, Yuugi."

"Had a bad day?" Yuugi inquired.

"I guess. I guess I'm just annoyed at all those annoying lessons I have to go through everyday. Especially history… it's so boring," Atemu whined. Yuugi giggled as he skipped along the hallway by Atemu's side. The two walked through the palace doors and out into the gardens. There a beautiful gold fountain etched with the artisan's depiction of the gods themselves. Beautiful trees and desert plants bloomed throughout the garden. Yuugi immediately popped down upon the fountain pulling Atemu down with him. The young prince sighed… dropping the parchment on the ground and sitting his sword aside.

"You shouldn't hate history, Atemu. It's cool."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Cause… cause… someday you're going to be king. You want people to remember you don't you?"

"I'll be dead Yuugi. I won't care."

"Sure you do. Tell the truth."

"I am. I don't think I would care."

"Uh un. You'd want people to remember all the big, wonderful things you'll do. Right?" Yuugi asked… cocking his head.

"I'll be dead. Doesn't matter."

"Sure, whatever you say. I'll hold you to it, Atemu."

"And how you going to do that, Yuugi."

"Uh?" Yuugi bit his lips. He had never expected that Atemu would actually ask him. A trail of crimson lined his cheeks causing Atemu to chuckle.

"Mou hitori no boku, mou…"

"Huh? Huh?" Atemu groaned awaking from his land of thought. A smiling Yuugi stood in front of him… his face was situated upon the table. One of his small hands was placed upon the young prince's shoulder… lightly shaking him.

"Mou hitori no boku." One of the few Japanese words Yuugi had retained after suddenly one day ultimately being able to pick up Egyptian. It just seemed to come to him without any real explanation. One day everything these people were saying didn't make an ounce, now… he couldn't even remember much of his old language The whole 'other me' thing had started as a joke. A few weeks after it was decided Yuugi could stay, Sultana had gone to find her son for a fitting. Without realizing it, she saw the back of Yuugi's head… and immediately assumed it to Atemu. Since the two boys looks so alike from the back of their heads she automatically assumed without questioning that Yuugi was Atemu. She ended up dragging a bewildered Yuugi to the fitting room. Along the way, Atemu appeared around the corner… giving her quite a fright. Ever since that day, Yuugi thought it would be cute to call Atemu 'other me'. The other found no objection to it, actually was quite pleased by his new 'pet name'.

"Wa! Yeah, aibou." Atemu groaned… blinking his eyes. He cocked his head as Yuugi giggled. 'Aibou', another word from Yuugi's old language, meant partner. Atemu liked that word and thought it suited their relationship… especially since no one else knew what it meant. A sort of a hidden code that nobody else knew about.

"Class is over. Come play with you mou hitori no boku," Yuugi declared happily… pulling the young prince's arms.

"Play?"

"Uh huh. Let's go to the garden. We can play senet again."

"Or… we could go to the training room and watch Father's priests and priestess duel."

"But Father doesn't like that, remember?" Yuugi questioned.

"So, we could sneak in and watch. Nobody will know if we're really quiet, aibou."

"But what happened if Mana finds out, she doesn't like to keep quiet." Yuugi commented. Atemu giggled… before nodding.

"Then we won't tell Mana. Besides she has magic lessons with Mahado right now."

"Oh." The younger bit his lips before nodding. Both boys left their supplies and took off for the training room. They loved watching Pharaoh's advisors duel. The two quietly filed into the training room and hid in a pot by the door. Atemu loved the wide assortment of pots that were placed so conveniently in obscure locations around the palace. He could never figure out the reason to why there were so many empty pots, but it didn't take him and Mana long to decide they were the perfect hiding places. Yuugi groaned… wiggling around in the pot. Lightly his leg brushed against Atemu causing the young prince to gasp.

The pot rattled from Atemu's quick movement causing Shimon's investigation. The pot opened… revealing the blinding white light as two overly embarrassed boys climbed out of the pot. "Prince, Yuugi, haven't you two been told not to come into the training room? Shimon questioned strongly.

"I… we… we were bored," Yuugi hastily replied causing a slight groan to escaped Atemu's lips. Bored was not a good word to use in front of Shimon. The elder priest didn't like or tolerant idleness. Atemu had learned his lesson a longed ago. It ended with an hour long lesson about how one's childhood shouldn't be wasted in idleness, and he had to copy a whole hundred pages from one of his father's tombs. Not a fun night for the young prince… unfortunately Yuugi didn't know.

"Bored… huh?" Shimon questioned…an eyebrow sticking up as he glazed at Atemu. The young prince gulped.

"No! Not bored Shimon. We… we just wanted to… come in and watch a duel. You all are so talented. No wonder you were chosen to be one of Father's loyal viziers."

"Atemu, compliments don't get you everywhere in life." Shimon scolded. "You…

"I just love how you summoned Exodia back there against Akunadin. That was so… it was a masterpiece. How gallant and powerful your ka is. Wow!" Atemu continued… not allowing elder priest to continue. Shimon sighed… shaking his head. The boy was too good for his own good. A genius with words and games… empires that neighbored Egypt would have problems in the future with negotiations especially with a Pharaoh like Atemu.

"All right. All right." Shimon sighed… raising his hands in defeat. He slipped a glance back at the unconscious Akunadin. At least no body would see him giving into the prince. A pure embarrassment… in each and every form… making Atemu's life more difficult was a part of their daily duties to train the soon-to-be king that not everything in life goes the way you wish it to go. "You may go. Just don't come back in here. Next time I can't promise that you won't be copying words."

"Yes, Shimon." Atemu chirped. He took Yuugi's hand and immediately pulled the younger with him out of the room. Once outside Yuugi immediately pulled his hand back and started rubbing his aching wrist.

"What did you do that for mou hitori no boku?"

"First of all, rule number one aibou, no matter how bored you are never admit to Shimon you are bored. Rule number two, all people under Father's rule is out to get me. They want to train and make my day as evil as possible."

"But why?"

"They think it's the best way to train my reflexes. So let me do most of the talking…especially when they are mad… or if you're around me, okay? That goes double for Shimon and Faysal." Atemu sighed… what a tortured fate he had.

"Right," Yuugi chirped. A small sweat drop formed upon his face causing the young prince to giggle. A small pout formed on Yuugi's lips… causing Atemu's laughter to increase even more. "Meanie!" The younger shouted… his cheeks bunging into the size of acorns. The young prince can't contain himself as he raised his hands… cupping Yuugi's face. The younger froze… nervous as the other's hands trailed higher and higher above his cheeks. "Mou hitori no boku," Yuugi whispered uneasily. "W… what are you doing?"

Atemu… stunned out of his unsettling state immediately drew his hands back… stunned at his action. The butterfly feeling that he felt in the pit of his stomach returned…only this time it came back ten-folded. "Uh. Want to play senet?" Atemu whispering shrugging out the words before running away… down the hall… leaving a stunned Yuugi.

It took the younger a couple of seconds to recover before looking up. "Hey!!" Yuugi shouted. A trail of laughter followed his screams before Yuugi went bonding down the corridor after his other.

A/N: Oh yes before I forget whenever one of the Egyptian characters mentions anything about the Sennen Item, they will say for example xA rnpt Rod, xA rnpt Ankh and so on. xA rnpt means thousand years which both sennen and millennium translates into. I thought it would weird to use sennen, a Japanese word, when they talk about the items and since I don't like using the word millennium (an item) I've decided to use the Egyptian equivalent of thousand years.

Hmm… wonder which item Yuugi should inherit. Rod, ankh, scale, ring, tauk, or eye… okay probably not eye. Too creepy… don't know if I could imagine Yuugi loosing his eye and having a gold implant. Hey! Any of you guys catch the irony in Yuugi and Atemu's conversation? ?.? Just wondering. Cause I'm not going to explain it. :P Sorry. But I'm mean like that.

Oh and as for the strange scene with the bed… yes… they seem to have a lot of strange scenes in bed. That wasn't part of the original chapter but then… right before I decided to update this fic. I was like. Omg! I never exactly explained how Yuugi learned Egyptian so freaking fast. Also with the whole, Atemu watching to teach Yuugi the language… I was like. I should actually do a scene when Atemu's teaching Yuugi Egyptian… somehow strangely it became that scene. Pure humor… only I don't think it's funny any more. I so suck at humor. As for how Yuugi figured out Egyptian in the first place… that's all speculation… for now. It will be explained later.

I'm still debating whether I should forward time by a year or not. I think I will mainly because nothing really happens in this one year inclement and besides I'm starting to discover I really stink at making people younger. T.T If anyone thinks this idea is bad (majority readers think so) tell me, then I won't forward time by a year.

Please review!! I care about what you think. Good? Bad? Okay? I want to know as long it doesn't have to do with the pairings. This fic will be a shonen-ai fic no matter what you say. I have the whole story outlined in my mind, and it won't work unless it's shonen-ai. Gomen!!