Atem stood up from his crouched position when the gray tabby decided to trot back into the barn and disappear into the stable. He then calmly turned his attention to Seto after the brunette addressed him. “I apologize. I was concerned about you, and I wanted to see how you were doing for myself. I’m glad you’re doing well, from what I can see, Seto.” Atem said calmly and honestly to the brunette. It was good to see him at peace, and this life really seemed to suit him. “You don’t mind my company, do you?” Atem asked carefully.

@bluexeyesxwhitexinsecurity

It was only recently that Atem had heard the news that KaibaCorp had suffered quite the hit in management. To the Egyptian’s shock, Mokuba had passed away, and Seto has struggled to keep up the business ever since. As a result, the now former CEO was removed from office and forcibly kicked out of the mansion. Upon learning this information, Atem reached out to a couple employees that were close to Seto and learned of the man’s whereabouts.

Ultimately, the information he was able to gather led him to the quiet ranch that was now the property of Seto Kaiba himself. It was a quiet, simple life for sure; which made him question if he could have had such a life himself, possibly. Still, he watched the horses meander around the training pen and reminisced about a time when he rode a horse of his own as he started to space out.

Atem watched as the horses trotted towards Seto, who greeted them with a smile. Normally, it wouldn’t catch him by surprise to see someone smiling, but this was Seto—someone who rarely smiled (and if he did, it usually meant bad news for those involved). However, his smile was warm and not menacing at all. It was quite refreshing really, and Atem was glad that the horses were helping him cope with his loss; which also made Atem smile.

Then, he felt something brush up against his leg with a meow and a purr. “Why hello there little one~ How may I serve you, hm?” Atem doted on the grey tabby, and gingerly petted the top of the cat’s head. “You’re guarding this property, aren’t you?” He continued to speak softly to the tabby, and thought that he was adorable.

@bluexeyesxwhitexinsecurity

It was only recently that Atem had heard the news that KaibaCorp had suffered quite the hit in management. To the Egyptian’s shock, Mokuba had passed away, and Seto has struggled to keep up the business ever since. As a result, the now former CEO was removed from office and forcibly kicked out of the mansion. Upon learning this information, Atem reached out to a couple employees that were close to Seto and learned of the man’s whereabouts.

Ultimately, the information he was able to gather led him to the quiet ranch that was now the property of Seto Kaiba himself. It was a quiet, simple life for sure; which made him question if he could have had such a life himself, possibly. Still, he watched the horses meander around the training pen and reminisced about a time when he rode a horse of his own as he started to space out.

@bluexeyesxwhitexinsecurity

It was only recently that Atem had heard the news that KaibaCorp had suffered quite the hit in management. To the Egyptian’s shock, Mokuba had passed away, and Seto has struggled to keep up the business ever since. As a result, the now former CEO was removed from office and forcibly kicked out of the mansion. Upon learning this information, Atem reached out to a couple employees that were close to Seto and learned of the man’s whereabouts.

Ultimately, the information he was able to gather led him to the quiet ranch that was now the property of Seto Kaiba himself. It was a quiet, simple life for sure; which made him question if he could have had such a life himself, possibly. Still, he watched the horses meander around the training pen and reminisced about a time when he rode a horse of his own as he started to space out.

Are you implying that hedgies were plausible pets in ancient times?

Hedgehog Model

Model of a hedgehog from Tomb 416 at Abydos (Egyptian faience). New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, ca. 1550-1292 BC. Now in the Ashmolean Museum, University of Oxford.

Admittedly, the Egyptian with the multicolored hair was started by Valon nearly slamming the empty glass on the table. In all honesty, intoxication of a God was a feat that could require a barrel of the finest spirits, due to their remarkable tolerance to alcohol.

The fiery-tempered Valon was no different, in the short time they’ve know each other.

“You’re right, I’m not. But, I supposed a part of you would need the company; I know I certainly do.��� Atem conceded with a sigh as he stared into his own glass of Bourbon before taking a gulp of the drink. “Would you like to talk about it?” Atem asked him with the hope that he could improve their already strained relationship of comradary.

@millenium-pharaoh gonna be a superhero oh yeah-

The empty glass was all-but slammed down on the counter. Whiskey. Neat. He should have taken his time to enjoy it except he didn’t want to enjoy it, he just wanted to get drunk (or the closest approximation he could). 

Which wasn’t an easy feat being half god and oh god did he hate that part of himself.

The sound of someone next to him had the brunet glancing to the side, hazy blue eyes narrowing before rolling. “Like yer one ta judge.” He couldn’t say he was friends with Atem, but they worked together - which meant they both had some level of appreciation of the stress they were under. 

“An’ ya were ‘ere first.”

NO! SHOW THEM NO MERCY!!!! >:D

Yugi’s “I might be winning a little too fast…” face

Atem felt at ease when Yugi voluntarily laced both of their fingers together, and paid very close attention to him as he explained the situation and turned his hand over in his own. Atem didn’t expect he would feel such a way for Yugi, but he felt a strong urge to kiss his fairer-skinned double right there and then. However, he resisted the urge—for now.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to move back in with you and help you run the shop. Perhaps, we could have another duel, if you feel up to it?” Atem said softly with a gentle smile to Yugi, assuming running the shop wouldn’t be too difficult. He then leaned in close and gently kissed Yugi’s cheek gently as he gave into the temptation of his feelings for Yugi.

“That’s….that’s amazing..it’s wonderful,” He said, still mystified. Yuugi laced their fingers together, taking another moment to ground himself and collect his thoughts. So much had happened since they’d last parted, but at the same time…also not very much. Nothing huge, anyway…but to Atem, it was still missed time. 

“Y-yeah, yeah, good idea,” He said, nodding with a small breathless laugh, “Well, we all graduated high school, Anzu went to New York to study dance like she always dreamed to, and the rest of us have been working a lot. I’ve been running the shop and taking some classes at the university. We still hang out when we can find time and duel.”

Somehow, nothing he said could seem to properly illustrate everything. Was he forgetting things? Were the small details really important right now? Yuugi’s posture deflated as he turned Atem’s hand over in his own, gazing down at it.

“…We missed you. A lot.”

Why I am obsessed with the Salamangreat Archetype

“They did, this is not a dream.” Atem said as he rubbed Yugi’s hand in his own. The Egyptian had so much lost time he wanted to get back with him. There were also so many things he wanted to tell Yugi as well, and he felt his own heart swell by just being close to him. “How about you begin after I left you that second time and returned to the afterlife?”Atem suggested with a slight blush to his own caramel cheeks while he gave Yugi his full attention. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving him, and he supposed it was very hard to go on without him. It certainly was hard on Atem.

Yuugi wasn’t ready for him to move, not ready for him to pull away, but he was too shaken to prevent it. He still kept a loose touch on his shoulder though, and just sat there in awe. They’d been able to touch, Atem had his own physical form! He was….he was back? For real?

It seemed their old connection still existed in some way, because Yuugi didn’t even have to voice any of the questions raging in him. He hung on every word. 

“They did?” he breathed, “So…this…this isn’t another dream right?” 

He shifted his position on the bench so they could face each other, worried that if he looked away too long Atem would disappear. 

“Oh, there’s so much I want to tell you, where to start?” He’d had so many thoughts, so many imagined conversations with his other self and yet now that they were finally face to face again he didn’t know what to say. 

After Yugi confirmed that it was him, Atem breathed a sigh of relief and slowly let him go. “Yes, it’s me Yugi. The Gods have given me flesh and blood once more, after deeming me worthy of it along with my powers.” Atem said after he sat next to the boy. “I’m sorry I had to leave you twice, but this time I can stay.” Atem added softly to Yugi and grabbed his hand to hold. “Please, tell me everything.” Atem begged Yugi softly, and had so much to tell Yugi himself.

By the time Yuugi noticed someone was approaching him from behind arms were around his shoulders and it took his startled brain a half second to recognize it was an act of affection. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a familiar flash of multicolored hair–he couldn’t turn his head all the way due to how intimate the hug was, and his heart swelled.

No, it couldn’t be, he was–but then that voice. It’s him. 

Yuugi’s eyes stung with tears as he twisted around–finding it a bit difficult as Atem had tightened his hug–and wrapped an arm around him in return. Despite all of the emotions raging in his heart, and all the questions, he was smiling.

He just barely managed to gasp, “It is, it’s me–is–is it really you?” 

Oh gods, please. Please don’t let this be another dream.

Continued from here

@tenaciousthief

Atem wrapped his arms around Bakura in an embrace and laid his head on the other’s shoulder. He wasn’t necessarily sad, but he wanted to be held and maybe petted by the white haired man. “How was your day?” He asked softly as he breathed in Bakura’s scent.

Atem felt a tinge of pink in his cheeks when she teased him and loaded his intentions. Then, Yugi intertwined her fingers with his own to his own surprise. “Yes, and it is one that can be properly recorded into history. That being said, your life is now a blank slate that you can carve your own story into.” Atem replied softly with a smile.

Miss Independent

Atem read from the newspaper that there was going to be a special Egyptian Exhibit at the Domino City Museum featuring and exhibit of Pharaoh Atem and Pharaoh Seto today. Of coarse, being the prideful person he is, Atem just had to go and see what he could knit-pick on what they got right and wrong. So, he took the BMW Convertible and left wearing his best gothic-themed attire and his Millenium Puzzle in his neck. Upon arriving to the exhibit, he immediately saw the Tablet of Lost Memories—which certainly brought back memories of the World of Memories as he closed his eyes briefly.

@sparkingduelist

↖ is now accepting curious anons.

The gentle touch on his shoulder was enough to pull him from his thoughts of the ancient past. Atem then placed his hand on hers with a mischievous smirk. “That’s awfully nice of you Aibou.” He said coyly to her with a glance to get a better look at her face, in an attempt to tease her a little to lighten the heavy mood both of them were more than likely feeling.

Miss Independent

Atem read from the newspaper that there was going to be a special Egyptian Exhibit at the Domino City Museum featuring and exhibit of Pharaoh Atem and Pharaoh Seto today. Of coarse, being the prideful person he is, Atem just had to go and see what he could knit-pick on what they got right and wrong. So, he took the BMW Convertible and left wearing his best gothic-themed attire and his Millenium Puzzle in his neck. Upon arriving to the exhibit, he immediately saw the Tablet of Lost Memories—which certainly brought back memories of the World of Memories as he closed his eyes briefly.

@sparkingduelist

It wouldn’t take long until Atem took notice of the fairer skinned doppelgänger on the park bench near the pond. Immediately, the Egyptian’s eyelids started to water, his throat ran dry, and his chest felt tight. Oh Gods, he wanted this to be real, he didn’t want this to be an illusion conjured by his labored mind. He slowly and softly staggered forward until he was right behind Yugi, and he softly wrapped his arms around the male and pressed his face into his right shoulder. “Aibou…please…please let it be you…Aibou…please be real…” Atem croaked as his whole body shivered while he silently cried like a child. His embrace then became tighter as he showed a rare instance of weakness and vulnerability.

Aibou, My Aibou

The weather was in excellent condition, and Atem had decided to take a walk to the park while wearing the Millennium Puzzle. The very thought of not seeing his friends was continuing to eat away at his mind, and working at the arcade could only do so much to distract him from his own thoughts. Since his return, he has wanted desperately to see his Aibou, to be sure he is alright. After all, he felt horribly guilty for leaving him not once, but twice—even with hesitation.

@mutogamingco

Aibou, My Aibou

The weather was in excellent condition, and Atem had decided to take a walk to the park while wearing the Millennium Puzzle. The very thought of not seeing his friends was continuing to eat away at his mind, and working at the arcade could only do so much to distract him from his own thoughts. Since his return, he has wanted desperately to see his Aibou, to be sure he is alright. After all, he felt horribly guilty for leaving him not once, but twice—even with hesitation.

@mutogamingco

Miss Independent

Atem read from the newspaper that there was going to be a special Egyptian Exhibit at the Domino City Museum featuring and exhibit of Pharaoh Atem and Pharaoh Seto today. Of coarse, being the prideful person he is, Atem just had to go and see what he could knit-pick on what they got right and wrong. So, he took the BMW Convertible and left wearing his best gothic-themed attire and his Millenium Puzzle in his neck. Upon arriving to the exhibit, he immediately saw the Tablet of Lost Memories—which certainly brought back memories of the World of Memories as he closed his eyes briefly.

@sparkingduelist