a/n: This is my first “Pharaoh Yami” fic, so please be kind. Kind, but honest none the less. Anyways, I think the chapters will get longer, so please be patient...

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“Pharaoh, are you ready?”

Yami stood and nodded. He wore a white kilt and a long, deep purple cape. His forehead bore a band with the eye of Horus on it. Around his wrists and forearms he wore gold bands.

It was time to go to the throne. Anyone he had known when his father had been alive would have done anything to be Pharaoh. But right now, Yami would do anything /not/ to be. He couldn’t go anywhere without a bodyguard or be in his room without one right outside his door. The lack of privacy was a little unnerving to him.

Aside from that, he had problems to solve.

At the moment he had a tomb robber to deal with. Bakura was wanted throughout Egypt. Somehow he had evaded all the search parties Yami had sent after him. No one could be sure where he’d strike next or when. It was almost as if he appeared out of thin air and the Pharaoh had no idea how to catch him.

As he started out the door, Yami heard something. Turning back to his room, he listened carefully, but the noise was gone.

“Are you all right?” his bodyguard asked.

“Yes,” he replied. With that, he started to the throne room.

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a/n: Okay, next chapter should be more interesting, so continue to read please. Don’t judge the entire fic by this chapter! REVIEW and tell me if you have any ideas of where this should go to pass time, or just what you thought of it. THANK YOU ALL!!