She sat there pretending that nothing was bothering her, her hand
carelessly twirling a strand of glossy black hair. The dimly lit room was
dotted with medieval style torches that made her feel especially evil on
this night. Matrome was poised on the carpet down the stairs off the dais,
bowing to her, yet shaking with plain fear. When she spoke, her tone gave
away her fierce temper, despite her strongest reign on it. "Insubordinate
fool! Must I do everything for my self?" She glanced down at the man
trembling before her. "I will be lenient this time." A look of relief
spread across the man's face, then fell at her next words which stung like
the lash from a whip. "Do not disappoint me again."
He knew when he was being dismissed and rushed forward to bow before her feet. Kissing her black leather shoes, he kept his back haunched over as he crawled out of the room. She rolled her eyes at this display. He should be taught manners. All she asked was that her servants follow her and her orders without failure or comment. Was that so much to ask? She fed them, gave them a place to stay, made sure their family was well looked after, and they still could not find it in themselves to please her. He had failed her for only the first time, usually Matrome was a descent servant. He was loyal to her and tried his best at each of the tasks she appointed him. He was management material, which was her reason for placing him in charge of this mission.
Perhaps they all just needed to train harder. She would have her bodyguard, Hazime look into their training. Surely her could point out where they were going wrong. She would announce in the morning that training was to be taken up a notch.
The light played off of the metal chair that Lady Nekomi sat upon, though was blackened upon reflecting off her. She was dressed in black from head to toe. A silver band encircled her left arm just below the shoulder. Rings of silver, her favorite metal deemed so for its cold gleam, dotted several of her gloved fingers. Her black hair was braided in a coil around her head. A crown of pure silver perched a top her head. It was intricately designed so that it attracted attention, though didn't take away from her eyes which, at a bright and brilliant emerald green, stuck out in her appearance.
Her personal guard stood just behind her and to the right, always ready and willing to die protecting her. He was outfitted with a plain white T-shirt and black leather pants. Quite the contrast to the lady's elegant dress and robe. She was the picture of wealth and fear while he was just the spitting image of fear itself. They were a powerful combination. Lady Nekomi giving ruthless orders and Hazime carrying them out.
He was surprised that she had let Matrome off so easily. She was not one to strike deals or to compromise and dealt harsh but fair penalties to any who opposed or disappointed her. Indeed, it was said that she dealt out no pity and was merciless. Rubbish. She had saved him from killing himself and had taught him a valuable lesson. 'When the world turns her hand of favor from you, what can you do but relent and show her you are strong enough to survive and take all that should have been given to you?'
And now, his mistress wanted the world. A terrible accident had scarred her right arm and killed her mother. Her father had buried himself in his work, though he was already a millionaire. She had a plan to avenge her family and take what was rightfully theirs. The entire world. All she needed was Yugi Moto's millennium puzzle and three flat pieces of paper to strike a blow to the earth enough to weaken it for her taking. With her father neglecting her, she had all the funds and hired help she needed to achieve her goal. The only obstacle was some boy with similar plans. A boy called Malik Ishtar.
A few moments passed which the two spent deep in thought before Hazime spoke, "What do you wish me to do, My Lady?"
It was times like these when Lady Nekomi could get unpredictable. Either she would be angry at his interruption in her thought, or she would be pleased that his thoughts were on his service to her. Or she would do something entirely unexpected. These plans usually resulted in furthering her campaign, though through some bloody, violent act. He didn't mind, as long as he was the one drawing the blade, not the one bleeding.
She considered her position for a moment further, before reaching a final decision. She sighed, she had hoped it wouldn't come to this, and spoke. "Accompany me to the dwelling of Malik Ishtar."
Hazime's shock rediated from his eyes, but his face remained calm. He knew better then to comment on the Lady's sudden descision. "Yes, Mistress."
"You cannot hide your curiosity from me, Hazime. I know you better than that." Lady Nekomi smiled. "You are wondering why I have chosen to approach my nemesis?"
He nodded mutely.
"I have decided to offer him the hand of friendship. With his millennium item and my funds, we can soon over come Yugi Moto." She sneered as she said the name. That stupid boy knew nothing about the treasures he possessed, he was not the right one to try to harness the puzzle's power. She laughed again, "Malik should be easy enough to dismiss once I have what I desire."
Now she was talking his style. He fingered the knife hanging from his belt in anticipation, undoubtedly he would be chosen to dispose of Malik when the time came. "When shall we depart, My Lady?" His voice was restless, he wished to strike his knife across Malik's throat. The sooner they set out, the better. The quicker he got Lady Nekomi out of danger, the quicker he could set on the mission of avenging his daughter.
"At once."
Smiling coldly, she stood and swept out of the room through a black door. Her cloak billowed out behind her as she strode up the stairs to her private chambers. She would have a servant pack the things she needed and let Hazime to deal with the other men. They would be ready when she returned, or they would face her full and utterly unstoppable wrath. Yes, one way or another, they would be ready.
He knew when he was being dismissed and rushed forward to bow before her feet. Kissing her black leather shoes, he kept his back haunched over as he crawled out of the room. She rolled her eyes at this display. He should be taught manners. All she asked was that her servants follow her and her orders without failure or comment. Was that so much to ask? She fed them, gave them a place to stay, made sure their family was well looked after, and they still could not find it in themselves to please her. He had failed her for only the first time, usually Matrome was a descent servant. He was loyal to her and tried his best at each of the tasks she appointed him. He was management material, which was her reason for placing him in charge of this mission.
Perhaps they all just needed to train harder. She would have her bodyguard, Hazime look into their training. Surely her could point out where they were going wrong. She would announce in the morning that training was to be taken up a notch.
The light played off of the metal chair that Lady Nekomi sat upon, though was blackened upon reflecting off her. She was dressed in black from head to toe. A silver band encircled her left arm just below the shoulder. Rings of silver, her favorite metal deemed so for its cold gleam, dotted several of her gloved fingers. Her black hair was braided in a coil around her head. A crown of pure silver perched a top her head. It was intricately designed so that it attracted attention, though didn't take away from her eyes which, at a bright and brilliant emerald green, stuck out in her appearance.
Her personal guard stood just behind her and to the right, always ready and willing to die protecting her. He was outfitted with a plain white T-shirt and black leather pants. Quite the contrast to the lady's elegant dress and robe. She was the picture of wealth and fear while he was just the spitting image of fear itself. They were a powerful combination. Lady Nekomi giving ruthless orders and Hazime carrying them out.
He was surprised that she had let Matrome off so easily. She was not one to strike deals or to compromise and dealt harsh but fair penalties to any who opposed or disappointed her. Indeed, it was said that she dealt out no pity and was merciless. Rubbish. She had saved him from killing himself and had taught him a valuable lesson. 'When the world turns her hand of favor from you, what can you do but relent and show her you are strong enough to survive and take all that should have been given to you?'
And now, his mistress wanted the world. A terrible accident had scarred her right arm and killed her mother. Her father had buried himself in his work, though he was already a millionaire. She had a plan to avenge her family and take what was rightfully theirs. The entire world. All she needed was Yugi Moto's millennium puzzle and three flat pieces of paper to strike a blow to the earth enough to weaken it for her taking. With her father neglecting her, she had all the funds and hired help she needed to achieve her goal. The only obstacle was some boy with similar plans. A boy called Malik Ishtar.
A few moments passed which the two spent deep in thought before Hazime spoke, "What do you wish me to do, My Lady?"
It was times like these when Lady Nekomi could get unpredictable. Either she would be angry at his interruption in her thought, or she would be pleased that his thoughts were on his service to her. Or she would do something entirely unexpected. These plans usually resulted in furthering her campaign, though through some bloody, violent act. He didn't mind, as long as he was the one drawing the blade, not the one bleeding.
She considered her position for a moment further, before reaching a final decision. She sighed, she had hoped it wouldn't come to this, and spoke. "Accompany me to the dwelling of Malik Ishtar."
Hazime's shock rediated from his eyes, but his face remained calm. He knew better then to comment on the Lady's sudden descision. "Yes, Mistress."
"You cannot hide your curiosity from me, Hazime. I know you better than that." Lady Nekomi smiled. "You are wondering why I have chosen to approach my nemesis?"
He nodded mutely.
"I have decided to offer him the hand of friendship. With his millennium item and my funds, we can soon over come Yugi Moto." She sneered as she said the name. That stupid boy knew nothing about the treasures he possessed, he was not the right one to try to harness the puzzle's power. She laughed again, "Malik should be easy enough to dismiss once I have what I desire."
Now she was talking his style. He fingered the knife hanging from his belt in anticipation, undoubtedly he would be chosen to dispose of Malik when the time came. "When shall we depart, My Lady?" His voice was restless, he wished to strike his knife across Malik's throat. The sooner they set out, the better. The quicker he got Lady Nekomi out of danger, the quicker he could set on the mission of avenging his daughter.
"At once."
Smiling coldly, she stood and swept out of the room through a black door. Her cloak billowed out behind her as she strode up the stairs to her private chambers. She would have a servant pack the things she needed and let Hazime to deal with the other men. They would be ready when she returned, or they would face her full and utterly unstoppable wrath. Yes, one way or another, they would be ready.