Return of the Pharaoh

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.

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.

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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. 

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

“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.

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. 

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?” 

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.

They really bring this Exhibit to Domino City again. She could not really believe that Ishtar’s would allow reviving parts of this story, but here it was.

She saw a familiar glow at the corner of her eyes. Atem was there. He just… Froze beside the Tablet, that Tablet.

He truly looked like he saw a ghost. Which was a certainly truthfull.

She gave him a sly smirk, loading his intentions. For Yugi always was important to feel the other’s mood and now, when there was no bond between them anymore, she still could say when he was upset and grieved.

She intertwined their fingers, not looking at Atem’s face.

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.

They really bring this Exhibit to Domino City again. She could not really believe that Ishtar’s would allow reviving parts of this story, but here it was.

She saw a familiar glow at the corner of her eyes. Atem was there. He just… Froze beside the Tablet, that Tablet.

He truly looked like he saw a ghost. Which was a certainly truthfull.

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.

The mated pair of ducks was back at the pond again, so Yuugi stopped there for a while, sitting down on the nearby bench. The birds eyed him curiously, and he felt a slight guilt that he had nothing for them. Visitors probably tossed them some food. As they waddled off into the reeds, Yuugi turned his gaze to the water with a sigh.