DMG: Ok, another romance. Not as much as the thieves one, though.

SUMMARY: Shayla is the Princess of Lower Egypt. Atemu is the Prince of Upper Egypt. This is supposed to be a romance. One little problem…They HATE each other!! And for those that get confused, Atemu is Yami. Yami's real name, as in when he was a Ra-damned sexy pharaoh, was Atemu. Yes, with a 'u' peoples! NOT Atem! It's Atemu!!! Now, enjoy!

OK, another change: The capital of LOWER EGYPT was Memphis. The capital of UPPER EGYPT was Thebes. When the country united, the capital was officially Memphis. BTW, Lower Egypt was North of upper Egypt. Weird, isn't it? Well, it's because the Nile River flowed North, so it was technically 'South'.

A girl with exotic emerald eyes and dark brown hair glared at her father. It was the reign of Pharaoh Karimu and his queen, Kisandra. The girl was their only daughter, Shaylana Gydion.

"We are going to UPPER EGYPT!" Shayla screamed.

"Yes. Lower Egypt and Upper Egypt—" Karimu started.

"Save it, Father. I want to know, is that bastard going to be there?"

"Shayla! Language! And yes. As a matter of fact, Atemu will be your private host."

"WHAT!"

"Shayla, what happened before was ten years ago! You were five, he was only six!"

"OLDER THAN ME, BUT WITH MANNERS OF A JACKASS!"

Flashback

Shayla was playing with the dagger her father had given her. (WTF! She's only five!) She was practicing her aim by trying to hit a tree and she was making enormous progress.

Then a hand reached out and took the dagger out of the trunk before she reached it.

"Hey!" Shayla looked and saw a boy with tri-colored hair and crimson red eyes. It was Atemu.

"This yours?" he asked.

"Yes. Now may I have it back?"

"Go get it yourself." With that, he threw it into the lake. Shayla gasped. –Bastard! What did I do to him? - She dived into the lake and resurfaces, dagger clutched triumphantly in her hand.

End of flashback

"Shayla, this is a very important trip," Kisandra said. "You need to come. It's his 16th birthday."

"But—but—"

"No buts about it," Karimu said. "You are coming to Upper Egypt."

Shayla sulked the entire time in the carriage on her way to Upper Egypt.

"Can I still hunt while I'm there?"

"Yes."

"Practice swordplay?"

"Yes."

"Practice archery?"

"Yes."

"Kill Atemu?"

"Ye—NO!"

"Damn."

When they arrived, Pharaoh Akunumkanon, Atemu's father, was there to greet them. "Welcome, Pharaoh Karimu! And Queen Kisandra! And where's your daughter Shayla? I haven't seen her since she was knee-high!" Akunumkanon greeted. When Shayla stepped out, his eyebrows rose. "Well I'll be. It's true then. 'The Jewel of all of Egypt is the Princess of Lower Egypt'" He said.

Shayla blushed slightly.

"My son is currently hunting and will welcome you later."

-Humph. Still has the manners of a Jackass. - Shayla thought. "Father, I'm going on a ride." Without waiting for an answer, she mounted her horse and galloped off.

She rode into the marketplace in Thebes. Slowing down, she started looking around. Suddenly, a white-haired man with a scar on his right cheek jumped on behind her. She screamed and plunged the dagger she always kept with her backwards. The man gasped and fell off.

"That was surprising." He commented, holding his freely bleeding stomach. "Nobody has been able to touch me in quite sometime."

"Well not every girl rides around with daggers hidden in her sash. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go."

-Actually, I do mind. – The man thought. –It's been quite a while since anyone had treated me this way and frankly, it's refreshing. You will become mine. –

Twenty minutes later, she finally got back to the palace. She handed the reigns to a servant, and went inside to wash.

She took a quick ten-minute bath, changed into a white dress that showed off her shoulders, and the skirt went reached her knees. Two gold armbands were around her arms, and she had on comfortable sandals that laced up her legs.

Thinking about what she'd say to Atemu when she saw him, she made her way towards the dining hall. But she was so absorbed in her thoughts, she wasn't watching where she was going. Turning a corner, she crashed into someone.

"Sorry," she said, then she saw who it was she had just crashed into. It was Atemu.

"You," she growled, venom dripping from the word.

"Sorry about—" Atemu was cut off by Shayla.

"Save it. It's not like you mean it." She got up, dusted herself off, then strode past him.

In the dining hall, she slipped in and sat next to her mother.

About ten minutes later, Atemu came in. "Sorry I'm late, Father."

"Ah! Atemu! Young Shayla looks a bit lonely. Why don't you sit by her?"

Shayla shot Atemu a look that could've killed the dead. "That's quite all right. I was done." She stood up and strode outside. She decided to take a walk in the garden. She wandered around and ended at the lake. The lake that brought back so many painful memories. Looking at the smooth, unpenetrated surface of the lake, she lost herself in her thoughts. Suddenly, she heard something and whirled around, loosing her balance.

A strong arm caught her waist before she fell into the lake. Looking at her savior, she saw crimson-red eyes and tri-colored hair. Then she realized their faces were just centimeters apart. "Get aw—"

Atemu dropped her. Into the lake.

Shayla resurfaced, gasping. "You little—"

Atemu just stared down at her as she clambered out.

"You know what?" she snarled, close to tears. "I HATE you!" (Hate is a very strong word.) Then she turned and ran inside.

She took another bath, seething in anger. Then she plopped down in her bed. –I hate him. He's a spoiled bastard. I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE him!—

The next morning, she woke up, got dressed—A cream-colored sleeveless shirt, and a pink skirt that split on one side up to her knee—and went to breakfast.

"Shayla!" Karimu yelled. "Today, you're going to the marketplace with Atemu."

"WHAT!"

"Must I spell this out? You. Are. Going. To. The. Market. Place. With. Atemu."

"No. I. Am. NOT!"

"Shaylana Isis Gydion! You are going with Prince Atemu or I'll know why!"

"You already know why!" But Shayla ended up going anyways. She strode right past Atemu when she met him at the gates, mounted her horse, and they galloped off with Mahaado, as their guard.

When they reached the marketplace, the three dismounted and tied their horses to a picket line. Then they walked around the marketplace together.

"Fresh Fruit!" (In Egypt?)

"Jewelry, Bracelets, Armbands, Necklaces!"

"Ah! You two married couple!"

Shayla and Atemu stared. "M—m—married couple!" Shayla stuttered outrageously. "How dare you even suggest such a thing?"

"Not married? Oh well. These ribbons would still look lovely on you lady. The white one comes with the red one. It symbolizes love. The man ties the red one on his wrist and the woman wears it in her hair. It is said to bring love that is pure, strong, and passionate."

Shayla gagged. "Me? Him? Together?"

"I'll buy them," Atemu said.

-What the Fuck?- Shayla thought.

Atemu purchased the ribbons, then tied the white one in her hair before she could protest. Then he tied the red one to his wrist. "Don't take this personally," he said. "I only did this because Father told me to be nice to you."

Anger flared up inside Shayla. "You know what? You're just a heartless bastard who probably doesn't even care about your people. I say good luck to Upper Egypt when you rule as Pharaoh." Then she turned her back on him and went over to the horses. She missed the look of fury on Mahaado's face. She mounted her horse and rode off. But not towards the palace. No, she rode off towards the desert, a tears secretly sliding down her cheek.

Soon, she had to stop. The horse she was riding was not the one from Lower Egypt. It was a horse made for pulling carriages slowly, so the horse got tired pretty fast. And, she had no idea where she was.

Shayla sat in the sand, leaning against a huge boulder. She picked up a stick and started writing in the sand. Soon, she realized she had written Atemu's name in Hieroglyphics. –What the—? I don't even like him! What am I doing?-

Suddenly, a voice said, "Lookie here. A little desert flower, all by herself."

Before Shayla could react, a hand clamped over her mouth and pushed her head up against the boulder. "He—mmnph!" she desperately tried saying.

"Oh, don't worry, beautiful," a different voce said. "You'll be fine. And scream all you want. No one is here to hear you."

"Except me."

All three looked up. A man with white hair and a double-x scar on his cheek stood there. Shayla recognized him as the man who had jumped on her horse the day before.

The two men were distracted from her for a second. That's all she needed. Kicking out with one leg, she hit one man behind the knee, making him fall. Then she elbowed the other man hard in the diaphragm, knocking out his breath. The white-haired man killed the first man when he lunged at her and knocked the other one out.

"Hello, Highness. I'm Bakura, the King of Thieves," Bakura said, walking towards her.

"Uh… I'm Shayla and I think I'd best get going and—GET AWAY FROM ME, RA DAMMIT!" Bakura had backed her up against the boulder and his face got closer and closer to hers. "What? Not comfortable here? Then we'll go to my place. With that, he put her on his horse, got on behind her, and galloped off.

"LET ME GO, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING RA-DAMNED BASTARD! PUT ME DOWN AT ONCE! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? LET ME GO!" Shayla snarled.

"Just be thankful you're not dead. Now, enjoy the ride."

Shayla tried pushing Bakura off, she tried turning the horse, she tried everything, but with no avail. Finally, she was exhausted.

Bakura smirked when Shayla finally sighed in defeat. Then she gradually fell asleep, falling against him. –There's a fire burning inside her. She's wasted away at the palace.- He thought.

Meanwhile…

Atemu and Mahaado were looking everywhere for Shayla. "Damn her. Why couldn't she be one of those regular princesses? How am I going to explain this to her father? And can't you use a searching spell?"

"The answer to that last question is no. I have no answer to the second question, but about the first… Would you rather her be an empty-headed beauty?" Mahaado asked.

Atemu didn't reply.

Finally, they gave up and headed back.

Karimu was waiting for them at the gates. "Where's Shayla?" he asked, looking over Atemu's shoulder as if expecting her to appear out of nowhere behind him. Akunumkanon, Kisandra, and Queen Yunet, Atemu's mother, came running over.

"Send search scouts throughout all of Upper Egypt," Akunumkanon ordered (Dmg: Fool. Y'know, they could be in LOWER Egypt.) as soon as he heard everything. "Mahaado, go scry."

The next day…

"Pharaoh! We found something!" a guard yelled. "The Thief King—"

Atemu rushed past him, grabbed his sword, and mounted a horse. As he left, his father came over with a small army.

"Reinforcements will come soon. Now go!"

Shayla

Shayla opened her eyes. She was lying in a bed with curtains draped over all four sides. The room was heavily furnished with dark blue colors.

"Sleep well, Highness?"

Shayla turned towards the door. Bakura stood there, holding some new clothes. "Change, and come to Breakfast."

Shayla quickly pulled on her clothes, a bright creamy-yellow tunic, and red skirt that split on one side like her old one, for riding purposes. She was about to do her hair when she realized that the ribbon Atemu bought her was still tied in it. Scowling, she tore off the ribbon and threw it to the ground. Leaving her hair down, she put on her necklace and clasped on two armbands.

Bakura came in just as she clasped the last one on. Shayla scowled at him. 'I've done everything you want me to do. Will you let me go now?"

"No."

"Look, Thief King, you can have as much money as you want, whatever you want—"

Bakura pushed her onto the bed. "What I want, Princess, is YOU." With that, he pinned her down and held her wrists with one hand above her head. Then he started to lower his face towards her face.

Shayla screamed the first thing that came to her mind. "ATEMU! HELP ME!"

DMG: Ending it here! Shorter than usual, But it'll have to do. Review if you want me to continue! Bye!