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[theforbiddenpriestess]

You Have Me Under Your Spell

AU

Synopsis: Detectives Atem and Mana are after a serial killer in Domino City. 

Part | One

“I’m going to kill Kaiba.” Atem cursed under his breath as he tightened his hold on the steering wheel. 

A giggle escaped from the blonde hair woman, who stood under a light post, as a group of men tried to take her with them. 

Atem growled under his breath, his red eyes glowing with rage. Everything inside of him wanted to go over there and beat the cr-p out of those men. How dare they assume Mana was someone who would sleep for money! 

The men received a sultry smile from Mana before she leaned in and whispered something to their ears. Atem couldn’t help but sigh in relief as the men quickly walked back inside their black SUV. 

Inside their undercover car, Atem growled again. He couldn't believe that this was happening in the first place. He had never imagined Kaiba assigning him a partner for this case. Especially someone who he had feelings for. 

“Are you f-cking serious Kaiba?” he demanded. 

The CEO could only glare at his best agent. 

“I assume a female partner would be great for this mission as you wouldn’t look good disguised as Dark Magician Girl, no?” 

“Cut the bullsh-t. Out of every agent you could’ve chosen, why her? How am I supposed to just stand there as I’m being forced to see Mana dressed up like a duel card character for a nightclub and flaunt to any piece of scum that sees her?” 

“That’s your problem, deal with it or I’ll assign someone else the mission with her.” 

Atem grimaced watching men try leering Mana into sleeping with them. It made his sick to his stomach when some men took it as far to master bate in front of her. These pathetic pieces of garbage deserved nothing but to go to the Shadow Realm.

How could they see Mana as just a source of physical pleasure that they could take and toss?

She was so much more than that. She was fierce, kind, loyal, humble, funny, and utterly breathtaking. 

Instead of standing outside a nightclub in the worst part of Domino, parading herself in order to help Kaiba and him with this murder case, she should be enjoying her night doing as she pleased. 

Not coming in to work on her day off. 

Atem cursed at Kaiba again, the steering wheel cracking under the intense pressure being placed upon them. 

What was he doing?

What was he actually f-cking doing?

He should’ve told her a long time ago about his feelings. 

Not push her further away from him. 

“We leave in ten minutes. Do not waste my time.” he spoke, refusing to meet her eyes. 

She scoffed. 

“If we’re going to work together tonight please refrain from talking to me in your ignorant way.” she replied coldly as she gathered Dark Magician Girl’s costume and walked towards the ladies’ room. 

She paused halfway and turned around. “Some of us, unlike others, do have a life outside work.”

Atem raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I could’ve just ignored Kaiba’s call and carried on with my date tonight. You should thank me for coming to your rescue instead of acting like a d-ck.” 

Mana pretended to powder herself as she spoke to him through her small commlink earring, “Are you ready to apologize?" she asked coldly. 

“Stop fooling around with those men. Be alert for our killer.” Atem answered back sharply. 

Mana growled angrily as she continued to doll herself up.

“Assh-le.” she cursed at him.

"And take off some of that make up. You're wearing too much of it." 

"Excuse me? Are you saying you don't like the way I look?"

Atem groaned. If only she knew how he felt and thought of her. 

"I did not say that." Atem managed to say.

"I’m flattered by such high praise," she tersely murmured but Atem saw the flittering hurt that passed over her face. 

As much as his heart yearned to tell her how he was madly deeply in love with her, he knew it was far too dangerous to be close to him.

As the best and top detective of the incorporation, his life was constantly in danger. 

He wouldn’t forgive himself if something were to happen to her.

She didn’t deserve him. She deserved so much more.

He could never be happy. He didn’t deserve it.

—

After another hour of sitting in the car Atem sighed.

Refusing to see her stand more time under that lamp post he decided to call it a night. 

"We haven't captured our killer," she pointed out with outright exasperation with him. "Kaiba won’t be too happy."

"I don’t care. Let’s go," he shot back, both of them angry with the other but neither willing to back down.

“Now Mana!” 

“No!” 

It wasn’t a big surprise they were both mad at one another. They had a pretty nasty fight during the ride here. He tried to convince her to go home and that he would be better alone. She had even threatened to go out there alone without him.

"I’m done with your sh-t," Mana angrily hissed, cutting the commlink off.

If only he had the courage to tell her.

"You don't have to sit out here with me if you'll get bored. I can manage." Mana softly whispered as they pulled up near the nightclub. 

"No" he replied through clenched teeth. "I'm not leaving you out here all alone."

"I can take care of myself," she shot back.

“I know you can but we’re in this case together!” 

At that moment, a dark Rolls Royce pulled up in front of Mana, causing Atem to break from his thoughts. 

Bingo.

Mana smirked as she made sure to show off her long legs and rake her fingers through her long blond hair, shaking the strands out as she tilted her head back. Using this as her chance to turn on her commlink.

The car’s back window rolled down. She leaned over to talk to the man, her lilting laughter filling Atem's ear.

Shattering his heart.

Note(s):

You can continue reading this story on either my Fanfiction.net or Wattpad account. 

My FF.Net is forbidden-priestess 

My Wattpad is @Forbidden_Priestess

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Summary: 

An archeologist accidentally awakens the mummy of Egypt's famous unnamed Pharaoh. Soon she finds the reason why.

Chapter 1 

The sound of your voice is sweet Full like the taste of date wine And I, drunken girl in a tangle of flowers Live only as a captive to hear it. -AN EGYPTIAN LOVE POEM, C.1300 B.C.

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

“Hello?” the young woman yawns as she stretches herself out of bed. 

“Mana! Where are you? For crying out loud! Your flight leaves in an hour!” her boss demands from the other side of the line.

Practically leaping towards the bathroom, the young woman shrieks, “Oh no!”

Hanging up and swearing at her alarm clock, the young woman manages to get ready in under five minutes and scrambles towards the airport, her luggage rolling behind her. 

As she tells the cab that she’s heading to the airport, she cannot help but chuckle to herself on why she was running late. She did not want to wake up as she was once again dreaming of the beautiful place, filled with soft sand, a long and big gorgeous turquoise pastel river, and sweet flower scents from the garden. Then she felt the arms of someone hugging her, making her feel valued, loved, and… safe. 

No matter how many times she tried, she could never see his face. This man, who held her with such grace and love, presented a dark shadow face. 

Never allowing her to see who she dreamt about. 

However, he wasn’t the only one. There were more people she dreamt of that she never got the chance to see their faces. It was as if the only people she ever dreams of only had silhouette faces. 

The woman smiled as she leaned her head on the cab’s window and looked at the passing buildings. Ever since she was young she dreamt of sandy lands, hiding inside of a giant vase, and being held so high before being placed on the shoulders of someone who her heart knew she felt an immense amount of love towards. 

Before she could continue to daydream more the driver announced that they had arrived. Thanking the driver after a nice tip, Mana turned around and glanced at Domino city one last time before stepping into the airport. 

Something in her heart practically screamed at her that things were about to change, but as always, she continued forward bravely. 

𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨

Mana whined as she stretched her arms and legs like a cat awakened from a long slumber. However, she wasn’t in slumber. She had been brushing all day the pyramid’s floor tiles. She slowly turned her head towards the legendary royal garden, which is just a few strides away. Though the garden was nothing but sand and rocks now, even under the red sun of late July Mana admires what's left of the garden. 

Mana’s gaze slowly moves towards the desk and her lips form into a soft grin. There, sitting so proudly on the wooden desk are the newly discovered relief pieces of artwork of the nameless Pharaoh and Dark Magician Girl. Mana smiles at the process she has done since the morning. 

After arriving in Egypt for her summer project to investigate the newly found palace, Mana was taken towards the Egyptian Museum in Tahrir, where she was escorted to their mummy preserves. There, she was permitted to see the famous nameless Pharaoh’s tomb. She recalled almost crying at such sight as if she was destined to always meet it. With the archaeologists and scientists at her side, she was allowed to touch it gently and she recalled feeling an aurora surrounding her at the moment. A spark, a ignite of fire, a beautiful deja vu. It’s as if she- she was meant to do that. Only she was meant to touch this Pharaoh’s tomb. 

Soon after that, she was taken to the newly discovered lost palace of the nameless Pharaoh. It had taken nine years to uncover the palace but it was a groundbreaking discovery. A palace everyone had given up as lost forever within the sand’s time. 

She remembered gasping when she stepped within the palace’s crumbling walls. It was breathtaking for her. The long hallways filled with endless secret paintings and hieroglyphics. Countless broken vases made her heart swell in pain and the shattered pillars almost made her cry. It was such a beautiful palace and from what Mana could tell, the people who lived within these walls were happy.  

It brought her joy knowing that long long ago, not only was this a palace, but also a sanctuary filled with beauty, honor, and peace. They must've been so happy here, Mana muses, thinking absently of the Pharaoh and his servants. Though she wishes he lived a long happy life, she knows, after years of research, that the Pharaoh sadly departed too soon from this world.

“Need help, Mana?” 

Mana stands up from the floor and smiles. 

“It’s alright Mr. Muto. Thank you though!”

Archaeologist Solomon Muto chuckles at Mana’s bright personality. “As much as I love your enthusiasm Mana, don’t you need to head back to your hotel? We’re the only ones left in this palace.”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Muto,” Mana begins. “But I want to finish something so if it’s no bother, I’ll stay for a bit more.” Mr. Muto shoots her a worried look which makes her smile widely. “Nothing to worry about Mr. Muto, I’ll be okay. The sun is still up, is it not?”

Solomon thinks for a moment before nodding slowly. “Alright, then Mana. Please be careful and just know that security is a walkie-talkie away or outside these palace walls.” Mana nods. 

Solomon bids her farewell but before he can completely disappear from her sight he turns around. “Oh, Mana!” Mana immediately jogs towards him. “Yes?”

Solomon snaps his fingers as if he just recalled something. “I almost forgot. The CEO, who is also our sponsor, is coming over in a while to see the progress our team has been doing. He’ll be picking up some documents on the table stand over there. If you want I can stay and-”

Mana shook her head. “No, Mr. Muto. You need to rest. Besides, isn’t your grandson expecting a call from you soon?” Solomon gives her a look to which Mana grins at. 

“Fine then. Take care, Mana.” Solomon laughs softly before he waves at her and leaves. Mana smiles in triumph as she watches the old man go. He needed the rest, Mana thought as she turned back to her work. 

Half an hour passes and as she hums expecting some scrolls she tilts her head and groans at the dull pain in her neck. She lifts her head and she catches a glimpse of a shadow in the distance, within the crumbled walls of the palace’s hallway.

Mana pauses and hesitates. Though she wishes for this person to scram off and to not be stepping all over her team’s survey marks she remembers what Mr. Muto told her. Realizing the CEO had arrived, Mana takes her eyes off the scroll and takes off her gloves before heading over to the figure. 

Mana skips cheerfully towards him, excited to know who her team expedition sponsor is. Getting closer to him the man turns gently towards her. A soft gasp escapes from her lips as she stops. 

It was a young man, who looked around her age or a little older than she was. His skin was quite pale as if he had been hidden away from the sun for too long. 

He was wearing black pants, a dark midnight blue vest, a leather choker with metal pieces, golden armbands around his muscular arms, and black leather shoes. 

His hair was the most peculiar type of hair Mana had ever seen. It took every strength of her own to not touch it. It consisted of three different colors, with most of his hair spiked up. Most of it was black, except the edges, which were tainted with magenta. Though some of his golden locks spiked up with the rest of his hair, golden locks fell to each side of his face, like lighting bolts

However, the reason why Mana gasped was because of his eyes. Beautiful, crimson eyes that shined like red rubies. Oh, how she just wanted to stare at them forever. Though he had an intimidating gaze, he was also so handsome. His stance which showed his full of confidence only enhanced that idea. 

He was utterly divine.

“Oh, you must be the CEO!” Mana cheerfully says clearing her throat as she breaks away from her train of thoughts.

The stranger stares back at her, unabashed. 

“This palace… based on the limestones, was from 3000 B.C, no?”

“Yeah!” Mana tries to recover her foolish staring at him. She wipes the beads of sweat off her forehead and replies, “You’re the first who guesses correctly. We've had many people answer incorrectly as they get lost at calculating how old the palace is.” 

He smiles softly. Mana’s heart swells up. 

“You work here I assume?”

A sheepish smile paints Mana’s face, “Yup, if my clothes don’t give it away. Hehe.” Mana gestures at the sweat-soaked tee and loose blue jeans covered in dust and mud.

The stranger doesn't respond but Mana sees in his eyes a spark of joy and fondness. He gestures around them, “Is researching ancient Egypt a passion of yours? Or is it some kind of dull research project?”

Mana’s eyes lit up as she replied, “Oh yes! Researching ancient Egypt is my passion ever since I can recall.” She paces around and eyes the structures with fondness, “My orphanage took me and the kids to some local museum, and that month the museum was displaying ancient Egyptian finds. Imagine the horror adults felt when four-year-old me could understand the hieroglyphics on the displays.”

The stranger looks at Mana carefully. His eyes filled with amusement. 

Mana’s eyes widen as she does a double-take and bows, “Oh I am super sorry! So sorry, my name is Mana.”

She stands straight again and extends out her hand, “What’s your name?”

The stranger takes her hand and looks deep into her eyes, making her freak out internally. 

“Yami, Yami Yugi.”

“Yami. Yami.” Mana pronounces his name, liking how it sounded.

Note(s):

You can continue reading this story on either my Fanfiction.net account or Wattpad account. 

My FF.Net is forbidden-priestess 

My Wattpad is @Forbidden_Priestess

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Amazing art above was by Els-e on Deviant Art

https://www.deviantart.com/els-e/art/The-Pharaoh-and-his-magician-192687390