...Yeaahhh...I would have done this on the thirteenth, but I had exams. I've been sort of itching to write this for a while now, and then my bunnies pounced on this and said, "Hello! We haz idea for you."

There's going to be a little AU involved with this; if you've read the other "Twelve Days of Christmas" I've posted, then you know what to expect :D

I hope you enjoy and leave reviews on your way out (PLEASE).

On the first day of Christmas my muses gave to me,

Atemu in a tree.

He was used to attention, don't get him wrong. He had been a Pharaoh in his past life and he was used to being in the figurative spotlight; he had countless people come before him in the court and even more who knew him and recognized him, and he had even been worshipped at one point. He was very used to the attention that had been showered on him as a ruler of Egypt.

What Atem was not used to were the hordes of the present-day fangirls that were currently clustered around the base of the tree, eyeing him as hungrily as they would a hamburger after being starved for three days.

He shot a venomous glare at them and moved higher into the tree, hopefully out of sight of the girls beneath him and sat on the branch. No wonder Yugi had been in shape when he had returned—this kind of life required being physically fit.

"I am not Yugi!" he shouted down to them exasperatedly, keeping out of sight of the cameras that the teenage fangirls were using to snap photos of him (something he was not a fan of in the slightest).

"Liar!" called one girl up to him. "Just because you have a tan doesn't mean that you can pretend you're not Yugi!"

"My name is Atem!" he snapped furiously. "Yugi is my…cousin!" he continued after a brief hesitation, remembering the cover story he was supposed to say if anyone asked (and really, it wasn't that far of a stretch).

There was a silence following this statement, and for one shining moment he thought they had left; there were no more shrieks wafting up to him and no more shouts of "MARRY ME!" piercing the air. He had been telling them about the identity mix-up since they had started chasing him, but unfortunately the fangirls seemed to be ignoring him.

He heard a rustling beneath him, however, and Atem looked down. Horror shot through him when he saw the two girls scaling up the tree. It turned out that there were some athletic fangirls in the crowd after all.

Time to find a new tree.